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Santa Comunione
Part II // Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader
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Part I
Summary: Hannibal Lecter often does things just to see what happens… and seducing a holy woman is one of those things.
WC: 6.1k words
Overall Warnings: MINORS DNI THIS FIC IS 18+, Corruption, Blasphemy (?), Religious Imagery, Italy arc (Rome instead of Florence), Canon divergence, Self-Harm, Some whump, Angst, Eventual smut, religious trauma (i think?), I’m not a religious expert btw tho i grew up Catholic, mentions of wounds and scars, Ofc Hannibal has a God complex, Vague Catholicism, reader is a nun lol, lmk if i missed anything!
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“Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the maidens.”
-Song of Solomon 2:2
The note, just like all the others, had been neatly folded and tucked into a hiding spot you were sure to find. It had become like a game at that point, even if you always knew where to look.
This time, you found it right at the base of the statue of St. Teresa, near the petrified swish of her marble skirts. It seemed significant enough to make your heart skip a beat, especially given the message.
Though he never signed his name, you’d memorized his elegant penmanship, swooping and yet also contained in its preciseness. It made the words feel more powerful, somehow. You gingerly traced your fingers over them, as if hoping to find more pieces of him there.
At first, the notes were wholly platonic. Mostly verses that were meant to inspire in some way or another, but sometimes snippets of poems found their way in, too. 
Over time, they got slightly more daring, even if they were from the same source. You had always admired boldness, as he well knew. You could even imagine the sly upturn of his lips while you read them, over and over again. 
Had he suspected that a tingle would begin between your shoulder blades, quickly suppressed before becoming a full shiver? Or that heat would creep up your neck and flush your cheeks?
He wouldn’t be too far off.
Something tender had been blossoming within you, but instead of weeding it out, you found yourself… nurturing it. Succumbing to it, even.
Could something like that really be so terrible? It was certainly worth the pain of the aftermath.
You tucked the note into a hidden pocket in your shift,  biting your bottom lip to keep your excited grin under control.
On the days you received notes, he’d show up later in the evening to walk you home. You knew that as a doctor he led a busy life, but he always made time to see you at least twice a week.
You never asked what he was up to whenever he was absent, but sometimes you did wonder. Whenever you were together, though, you settled for simply enjoying every second of his company. 
You’d walk at a languorous pace, sometimes even braving to hold onto his arm, but that was the extent of your physical contact. Without counting the time he’d patched you up, of course.
Despite how things had progressed, he was still a gentleman.  He understood the importance of discretion as well as you, and that only made these rendezvous more exciting.
The last few hours of the day were torturous, especially since you kept glancing at the clock. Its slow, steady ticking seemed to mock you, so you tried distracting yourself as best as possible.
By closing time, your hands were trembling in anticipation. Still, you pretended to be busy wrapping up as you heard his patient footfalls cross the threshold. 
“Almost done,” you called over your shoulder, offering a covert smile that was reserved for only him.
You went to grab your belongings before quickly re-emerging, and he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on. 
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”  he sighed, further driving his point across by drinking you in.
You averted your gaze demurely, guiding him out into the warm evening air. “Long day?”
“Longer than I care to admit, but suddenly it doesn’t seem to matter.”
This made you look up at him, and your eyes snagged on something uncharacteristic.
“It explains why you’ve not matched your tie and handkerchief today,” you pointed out teasingly. 
He let out an amused huff, offering you his arm. You threaded your hand into the crook of it without thinking, pressing just a little closer.
“There’s a reason for that, actually,” he said. “You happen to have the matching handkerchief.”
“Oh, I do, don’t I?” You mused, pretending to have forgotten about it, even if it was in your satchel at that very moment. “I apologize, it slipped my mind. I’ll get it to you next time we see each other.”
“Will you?” He tilted his head to one side, raising an eyebrow.
You pursed your lips for a moment, frowning.  Before you could pull away, he lightly pressed his arm against his side, effectively trapping your hand in place.
You let out an irritated huff, staring ahead.“So you think me a thief now?”
He chuckled. “Not at all. I was merely curious.”
“Seems like you feel that way about me most of the time.”
He studied your profile, still grinning. “Can I ask you an uncomfortable question?”
“Sure, why stop now?” 
“Are you clinging to this material possession because it’s a reminder of the kind gesture behind it?”
You thought about it for a moment, unsure of how to answer. The way he posed the question made you suspect he already knew it, but he wanted to hear what you would come up with. 
You opted for being honest, still feeling like you’d been caught red-handed.
“I suppose… It has brought me some comfort, the same way my rosary does. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Your cheeks were ablaze under his amused scrutiny, but you still didn’t meet his eye.
“I was hoping it was something of that nature,” he said finally, arm relaxing.
You didn’t withdraw, but your pride made you remain obstinate. “Now I must insist on returning it as soon as possible.”
“If you’re so adamant… Why don’t you come to my apartment tomorrow? I’ll be around all day taking care of some things,” he offered. “Plus, I need to see how your back is progressing. Some privacy would be nice, don’t you think?”
You weighed the offer, both thrilled and terrified at how big of a step it would be. You definitely didn’t want the madre superiora to start asking questions about the checkups, so this was the only other option. 
Besides, you trusted him. He’d taken his time to earn it, despite your skittishness. With his gentle care, his steady patience, and his efforts to truly see you. The one hidden beneath layers of armor and biting remarks.
And so, the words left your mouth with little reluctance. “Yes, tomorrow works.”
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It wasn’t until you were in front of the mahogany door, fist raised to knock, that you remembered missing a crucial part of that day’s meeting — setting up a time.
On the one hand, he did say he’d be home all day, but on the other… would he find it in poor taste that you showed up unannounced? Though to be fair, it’d be even more rude not to show up at all…
Before you let your thoughts spiral further, you decided to just suck it up and get it over with. After all, you didn’t really want to leave after making the trip all the way there.
At the first few knocks, the door creaked open slightly, but no one was behind it. You peered through the slit, only seeing the edges of a lavishly decorated living room. 
“Hannibal?” You called tentatively, pushing the door further open.
No response, just an eerie silence. 
You took a step inside, quickly glancing around. No one seemed to be around, and there were no signs of a break-in, which only confused you further.
You thought it might be best to leave his handkerchief along with a note explaining what happened, so you searched for a pen and paper in a nearby cabinet.
In an adjacent room, you could suddenly hear a light thud. It was quiet again for a moment, but then another thud followed, loud enough for you to confirm you weren’t imagining things.
Curiosity overrode your senses and you slid closer to the source of the sound. Just a little down the hallway, you were met with another half-open door — the bifold kind, made of wood and intricately etched glass.
Through a small gap, you could see just a fraction of what seemed to be Hannibal’s bedroom, with the aforementioned sitting at the edge of his bed. His back was to you as he gazed out the window, shoulders slightly hunched forward.
Without thinking, you started to reach for the door’s handle, but a new sound startled you — Labored breathing, interrupted only by a soft, needy whimper. 
You blinked, not daring to believe what you’d heard. It had to be a hallucination; A lustful dream. Perhaps your spirit had risen while you slept and wandered the darkness to find him.
But no, the chill that went through you was as real as day. Your entire body turned to stone as you registered the placement of his hand, and how it was moving at a slow, steady rhythm. 
Your first instinct should have been to turn away, make your presence known and wait in the safety of the other room. To fight against the siren’s lure of his voice in such a vulnerable, uninhibited state.
Instead, you covered your mouth with one hand, unable to tear your gaze away. A tingling sensation began in your extremities as another moan escaped him, followed by what seemed to be an obscenity in a language you did not know.
You shifted infinitesimally, trying to get a better look while remaining hidden. You gripped the doorframe with your free hand, fearing your legs would give out. 
Unbeknownst to you, Hannibal had smelled you as soon as you’d walked into the apartment — soap and incense and just a hint of rosewater. 
His grip on himself tightened as he noted the heady, unmistakable scent of your arousal. 
How he wished that he could bury his face at the source of it and get utterly lost in you;To feel his head cradled by your thighs while he showed you what real paradise was.
His breaths began coming out in short pants, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate. His hips rolled, too, bucking up to meet the movements of his hand as he chased his release.
You could only see part of his profile, his eyes closed and his mouth slack in mindless pleasure. His hips stuttered and he made a sound like a man agonized, weak to his carnal desires. A word that sounded suspiciously close to your name spilled from his lips as he climaxed, the image searing into your mind forever.
It continued to sing in your veins as you snapped back into reality. Your heart was pounding in your ears, so loud you feared it might give you away. 
Automatically, you extricated yourself away from the door and scurried back down the hall. In your haste, you failed to notice his handkerchief falling out of your pocket, right in the middle of the living room.
You shut the front door as quietly as you could, hoping no neighbors saw you making your escape. As you navigated through the streets back home, it all replayed in your mind over and over again, keeping you alight.
You kept your head down the entire way, avoiding eye contact at all costs, lest somebody see the fire in your gaze.
———
A week passed, and there was no word from him. You did not try to reach out to him, either, engulfed in an amalgamation of conflicting emotions.
Your days were spent trying to keep your mind blank, so you took on twice as many tasks. But whenever there was a lull between them, your thoughts would unerringly return to him.
Even in dreams, you were plagued by the memory of him. Most nights, you’d wake up with thighs slicked together, but you hadn’t done anything about the pulsating issue between your legs. You kept your windows open so that the nocturnal breeze might soothe your feverish skin, but it only helped marginally.
At mass, you wondered about the taste of him as you drank communion wine; The feel of his warm skin on your tongue as the wafer was placed upon it. 
You’d become a real heathen, it seemed. Or perhaps you never stopped being one, not even after years of donning the costume of innocence.
Your longing was so vivid that sometimes, the breeze felt like an echo of his touch. It caressed your skin coolly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was in those moments that it was easiest to close your eyes and let your mind drift. 
Your hand would wander, resting on your inner thigh — close enough, but still on the safe side. You could feel the heat emanating from your core, further enticing your fingers to inch closer.  Possibly the hardest test of your self-restraint, but you weren’t too sure it was making you any stronger. 
What made things worse, you hadn’t noticed the handkerchief’s disappearance until you’d made it back to the convent.  In a panicked frenzy, you’d retraced your steps looking for it, praying that it was somewhere on the road. 
But, just as you deserved,  your prayers hadn’t been answered.
You’d made it all the way back to his apartment, but this time, the door had been firmly shut. It made dread pool in your stomach, and his subsequent absence only exacerbated it. 
Was it really the end? You wouldn’t blame him if he never spoke to you again.
Still, you searched all the usual hiding spots for notes every day, but always came up empty. It felt like a spear through the heart each time, but you tried to bury it deep within.
Until one night, when your self-restraint was at its most fragile and you were trying to digest the idea you might not see him again, your resolve simply shattered.
Your fingers crossed into forbidden territory, and at the first tingle of pleasure, your movements became frantic and desperate. You surrendered to it, losing all other sense. It had been much too long since you had last done it, and all the times you had suppressed yourself had accumulated inside you. 
Once you’d started, it was hard to stop. At the same time, the release wasn’t delayed at all. In fact, it hit you hard and fast, but it did not seem like enough. If anything, it seemed to only whet that yawning appetite of yours even further. 
In the morning, you’d scrubbed your skin raw under a hot stream of water. You attempted to erase any sort of trace of the sins clinging to you, incensed by the fact that you didn’t even think it had been worth it – not at your own hands. 
But how could you ever confess to such a thing? You could barely even—
“May I see it? I’ll need you to take your shoes off so I can assess the damage, Sorella.”
You stopped in your tracks, petrified in the middle of the hallway. You’d recognize that voice anywhere, but it seemed surreal at that moment, especially drifting out of one of the other nun’s rooms. 
You spotted the madre superiora stepping out of said room, and you approached under the guise of benign curiosity. 
Peering into the room, you saw Hannibal kneeling next to the bed. One of his legs was propped up and the sorella carefully set her swollen ankle on his thigh. He examined it delicately, his fingers featherlight on her tender skin.
A sharp bitterness coated your throat and when you swallowed hard, you felt it spreading to your stomach. You tried to control your breathing, trying to keep your grip on your mask of concern.
“Everything okay, Francesca?” You asked her in Italian, keeping your eyes on her. “What happened?”
“Tripped and twisted my ankle,” she responded in the same language, grimacing as he moved her foot slightly to look at it from another angle.
He didn’t look up, but he was still keenly aware of your presence. He smelled the soap and the incriminating scent beneath it, which made him tense a little. 
The ghost of a smile barely made the corners of his lips twitch, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining things. You plastered on a sympathetic grin of your own.
“You’re in good hands, I’m sure you’ll feel better in no time,” you said through your teeth, and you thought you saw him glance through the corner of his eye at you.
“Grazie, Sorella.”
With a nod, you continued on your way, heading down to the kitchen. It was your turn to help with dinner prep, so you’d have some time alone while everyone else worked.
The old kitchen had stone walls and floors, which preserved coolness and provided relief from the heat outside. It was quiet and cozy, probably the best place for you to be in at that moment. 
You started a fire on the old stove and placed a large copper pot full of water atop it. You tried to let your thoughts slip away as you washed and peeled carrots and potatoes. All the years of training yourself to go into autopilot certainly helped, but that same bitter taste was still coating your insides. 
It was after a couple of minutes that you heard footsteps descending the stairs into the kitchen. You didn’t think much of it, staying focused on your task, but then you registered a tall figure stop at the threshold.
 “It seems that I missed you the other day,” you heard him say. “Regardless, thank you for the handkerchief.”
Your gaze snapped up to him, eyes wide and flickering with a primal sort of fear. For a moment you could only stare, caught like a deer in headlights. He only stared back, challenging.
You tilted your head slightly to the side, resuming your task, your grip all too strong. “Don’t you have a patient to attend to, Doctor?”
“I needed to get some ice for Sister Francesca’s foot,” he explained. “Though I am glad I can also check in with my favorite patient. I haven’t been able to see the progress of your wounds for some time now…”
You shrugged, petulant. “I’m in one piece, am I not?”
There was a momentary pause in which the tension was becoming more and more palpable.
He broke the silence. “I sense you’re upset with me about something.”
“I am not upset. Merely working, as are you.”
“I see… Well, would you mind showing me where I can get the ice, please?”
“Allow me,” you sighed. 
You set down what you were working on and stood up from the rickety wooden stool you sat on. Wordlessly, you had him hand you the small bowl he carried and slipped over to the freezer. You bent down a little to reach the ice, still silent as you filled up the bowl for him.
“Here you go, Doc—”
As you turned around, you nearly bumped right into him. You let out a startled gasp, given that you hadn’t even heard him approach behind you.  You took a small step back, nervously glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was coming.
“Thank you kindly,” he said, taking the bowl back but not moving an inch otherwise.
His amber eyes held yours, incandescent once more with desire. You swallowed hard, a knot twisting in your stomach riotously. You clenched and unclenched your fists at your sides.
“Is that it?” You whispered.
He took a step closer and you backed up once more, your back pressing against the freezer. Your heart leaped to your throat — an appropriate response for a cornered lamb with almost nonexistent chances of escape.
“No, I don’t think I’m quite done here yet,” he responded, his voice equally low.
You shuddered. “What is this? What are these games you’re trying to play with me?”
He tilted his head in silent question.
“You know what I’m talking about. All along, you have charmed me. You have led me astray by the heartstrings and—and you have incited sinful ideas in my mind, tainting me!”
He had the gall to smile slyly, eyes narrowing slightly. “And how, pray tell, have I done that?”
You pursed your lips, having already spoken too much for your own liking. He smiled, a little too smug.
“No? You don’t wish to tell me?” He pressed. “I know why. You wouldn’t be able to deny that you hid behind my door, silent as a church mouse, and watched me during a most intimate moment?”
He leaned in closer, effectively looming over you. “You wouldn’t deny it, because you were taught lying is a sin.”
You let out a pitiful sound, something between a sharp exhale and a whimper. The two of you stood there in the charged silence, searching each other’s gazes. He reached down for your hand and slowly brought it up to his face, only closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply.
Then, you felt the gentle brush of his full lips against the pads of your fingers, kissing softly. You felt his tongue lightly trace your ring finger and sparks shot down your spine, threatening to make you spasm violently.
“Was this the hand you used when you thought of that moment?” He murmured.
You couldn’t react. You couldn’t move. You could barely even breathe. 
He pressed one more kiss on your hand before calmly letting it go at your side. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something and yet also unsure of what it should be. He understood all the same, seeing everything he needed to know written on your face. 
“Thank you again for the ice,” he said with a wink.
With that, he departed, leaving you still trying to pull your thoughts into order.
——
“Therefore, behold, I will allure her,
Bring her into the wilderness,
And speak kindly to her.”
-Hosea 2:14
His very first note. You’d read it over and over again. His words had always been clear,  but you’d willingly chosen to overlook their intentions and play along. 
It was easy to get away with it when it was that simple: just words on paper. The rest was merely skimming the surface, speaking around the things you actually wanted to say. Communicating subtly through gestures and lingering eye contact.
You looked up at the moon — only a sliver of light, like a winking eye. You felt like a live wire, muscles taut and a restless spirit. At that point, you didn’t think you could be subtle any longer… and you didn’t want to be, either. 
And so you ran in the cover of night, only a thick coat and a sleeping shift covering you. You felt, for the first time in a really long time, the wind tousling your hair. It felt strange being so exposed, but an almost frightening sense of freedom came along with it.  
What could this say about you? That all along you were beyond saving, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise? 
At least, you never pretended not to be easily swayed — At the first delicate word or piercing glance; The first stab of hunger, adoration, need. Easily malleable, body and soul.
You hurried up the steps of his apartment building, trying to keep the sound of your panting breaths to a minimum. Your fist connected with his door immediately, urgently, and you couldn’t even worry about what time it was or if you were being terribly impolite.
Then he opened the door, eyes wide and hair slightly disheveled. Next thing you knew, you were crashing into his arms, reaching up to bring his face to yours. You slid your lips over his in a searing, desperate kiss. Your knees buckled, but he held you up, pulling you closer.
His mouth eagerly captured your soft, dizzied whimpers, his tongue coaxing more of them.  He maneuvered the two of you past the threshold, closing the door behind you. 
You let your coat fall to the floor, one less unnecessary layer between you. You broke apart to catch your breath, his forehead leaning against yours. It took a moment for the two of you to register it wasn’t a dream, hands touching each other’s faces, necks, and shoulders; Solidifying together.
“Cara mia,”  he rasped, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone. “It has become unbearable, has it not? Trying to untangle the thorns of our affections?”
“Truly sacrilegious. Perhaps that torment was our punishment.”
“Only a cruel God creates pleasure but forces his creatures to abstain from it,” he said, his hands ghosting down your back.
His hot breath fanned over your lips, so close and yet so far. You planted a kiss on his enticing top lip, still holding his gaze, your eyes obsidian in the darkness of the room.
You’d let the serpent wrap tightly around you, hissing your darkest desires into your ear. Why, then, must you heed another God when you were becoming so devout to this one?
“Show me,” you breathed.
With careful, patient hands, he slid your night shift off your shoulders and down your arms. He kept his eyes on yours, anchoring you to the moment. The tips of his fingers traced little lines of fire on your skin. You wore no undergarments, so you were quickly bare for his appraisal, in complete contrast to his dressed form.
Almost unconsciously, you reached for the buttons of his pajama shirt. He stood absolutely still, letting you slowly uncover him as well. Once the last button was undone, you pushed it off, hands experimentally roaming over the expanse of his chest.
Then you were kissing him again, unable to help his gravitational pull. Your bare skin against his felt electric, and all you wanted to do was press even closer. He pulled you up into his arms and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to his bedroom, gently setting you down on the edge of the bed. 
He broke the kiss in order to turn his bedside lamp on, more than eager to get a better look. His eyes slid over the expanse of you, desirous to familiarize himself with every single inch. The intensity of it felt like he was already caressing you, but his hands were currently at his sides.
“There has never been a more beautiful sight,” he murmured reverently. “Not the rising sun or a saint’s statue. Not even Venus emerging from the sea.”
Heat crept up your neck and towards your face. You shifted, suddenly feeling a little prudish under his assessment. Old habits died hard, you supposed, but you wouldn’t let them overtake you. 
One of his hands made contact with your leg. He caressed up your calf and stopped at the knee, slowly pushing one leg apart from the other. You sighed softly, arching in a silent plea for more.
“Yeah?” He rasped, a feline sort of grin on his handsome face. 
Impatient, you reached for his hand, pulling him towards you. His lips found yours for a moment before moving to your jaw and down the slope of your throat.  
His hands roamed all over, mapping out every curve, every plane, every dip, and swell. You found yourself submitting amiably to the pleasure of his touch, beating down that guilt that had been forcibly rooted in you.
His mouth continued to trail downwards, teeth grazing the fleshiest parts. He delighted in your twitching and the hums of pleasure you tried to contain. Licking around your navel, he made your whole body shudder, hips bucking.
“H-Hannibal,” you gasped.
“You can tell me if you want me to stop at any point,” he said, looking up at you.
You nodded in understanding, urging him closer by pressing the heel of your foot against his back. He chuckled, kneeling on the floor by the bed and kissing your inner thigh with a fondness that melted you.
And when you felt his breath on your slick folds, you knew you were a lost cause. You wanted to arch again but he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you even closer, his mouth sealing over your most sensitive bundle of nerves. 
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream at the initial shock of pleasure, eyes wide as saucers. Oh, you’d forgotten what ecstasy a skilled tongue could bring, but never before had you experienced one quite like his.
He was voracious but unhurried, tongue lapping at you with gusto. You trembled underneath him, burying your hands in his hair, holding on for dear life, and yet also not wanting him to pull away.
At first, your moans were restrained, kept behind your bitten lip. He knew you were holding back, trying to keep yourself away from the edge, and he simply couldn’t allow that.
“You taste divine,” he rasped, looking up at you. “I could sup on you for days.”
Your eyes met his for a moment before you quickly looked away, blushing deeply once more. You covered your face with one hand, embarrassed at being so wanton, so obscenely disheveled in his presence.
“Why do you hide, Tesoro?” He purred. “Are you afraid of showing me just how much you’re enjoying yourself?”
“I—” 
But before you could utter another word,  his tongue dipped into your cunt, his nose slightly brushing against your sensitive clit. A loud moan escaped you at that, and he groaned along with you. 
“That’s more like it,” he pulled away for a moment to give you a sly grin before diving back in.
“Hannibal, please, I don’t think I can…” Your panting words faded into a sharp exhale as he found your sweet spot. 
He was relentless now, strategically targeting the spots he discovered made you react more.
You squirmed at the lewd sounds your body made as he ravished you, but more and more you were lost in that blissful haze. The muscles of your abdomen tightened and you felt yourself steadily climbing to the peak of your pleasure.
As you got closer, you began to chase it with wild abandon, bucking your hips and grinding against his face — a much better replacement for your own hand. Your moans and hitching breaths were music to his ears, and the sight of you coming utterly undone for him forever seared in his mind.
You rode out waves of unadulterated euphoria, feeling it all over your being like licking flames. He’d only been the kerosene to that spark that had been growing inside you, and it wouldn’t be so simple to extinguish.
As you lay there in the aftermath, still panting from the intensity of it all, he kissed his way back up your body. You tasted yourself on his lips, growing ravenous at the mere thought of the communion of your beings. 
“I need you,” you whispered. “I need all of you.”
“I’m yours for the taking,” he said earnestly, like a vow that he’d never break. “How do you want me?”
“Just like this,” you said with a rising fever, bringing your knees to his hips. “I want to forget where you end and I begin.”
The words seemed to unleash something within him, a sort of primal response that flickered in his amber gaze. He claimed your mouth once more as if intent on consuming you completely. His body was firmly pressed to yours, his weight a welcomed comfort. Then, you felt him push into you ever so slowly, the stretch both foreign and yet also familiar;  Something you recalled from eons past, but never like this. 
A lot of things felt new with him, completely reawakening you in ways you’d never thought possible. You gasped into his kiss, clawing at his back as he fully sank in. His pace was slow at first, savoring the closeness, pelvis grinding against yours. He was intoxicated with your warmth, your smell, your taste. Driven wild by it, even. 
You responded with equal fervor, the two of you intent on marking each other in any way you could. Completely surrendering to just physical sensations, a mindless sort of ecstatic violence. The wolf’s arrival to its most anticipated devouring. 
Soon you were pleading with him for more, to go faster, harder. He obeyed your every command seamlessly as if already understanding what your body needed. He kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh of your neck, teeth and tongue on your pulsating artery. 
You fell apart under him once more, face twisted in rapturous agony, his name on your lips. But that didn’t stop either of you, too frenzied from all the longing, all the time you had to restrain yourselves. It was a marvel, really, that you had held off for as long as you did. 
He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as you gyrated them, head thrown back in ecstasy. He let you set your own pace like that, content with watching you continue to unravel atop him.
The rest of the night was like an opium dream, stretching infinitely and intensely. No corner of the bed was left untouched, your bodies twisting and bending and colliding in all sorts of positions.
Not once did you extricate yourself from one another, not even as exhaustion overtook you, plunging you into the best sleep you’d ever had. 
———
Rolling green hills and vast plains sped past the window beside you, a few farmhouses and groups of cows scattered between. The metallic shuddering of the train dimly filled your ears, accompanied by soft conversations. Your mind was far away, beyond the idyllic visage unfurling before you.
It was the first time you’d ever been outside of Italy. It was a drastic change, one that was a  little frightening, but a welcome one, too. So far, the French countryside was an appealing mystery that you wanted to uncover, and you had all the time in the world.
Your eyes then focused on your faint reflection in the window, not recognizing yourself for a moment. You were still getting used to wearing regular clothes again, especially when you showed more than you used to, even if it was all still modest. Your eyes seemed clearer, more alive, and the dark crescents underneath them were slowly disappearing.
Guilt still reared its’ ugly head from time to time, twisting your stomach into knots. But it was losing some of its viciousness, and you had help escaping spiraling thoughts and physical punishments. You’d been healing nicely, or at least you were in the process of it, anyway.
You felt Hannibal’s finger tracing down your bare arm, and you looked away from the window to face him. He smiled as your eyes met, noticing how you almost instinctively leaned closer to him. You brought your hand to his, and he looked down at the golden band around your finger. 
“What are you thinking of, Cuore mio?” He asked, voice low and intimate. 
His tone made you think of the way he’d recited his vows to you on that late night under the stars, when the two of you decided you could never be parted; Something only for you to share, no one to prove your love to. 
“How everything seems so endless now, stretching farther than I ever could’ve fathomed,” you said, looking around you. “Nothing seems contained. I can no longer see the edges. Does that sound absurd?”
He kissed your hand, smile widening. “No, not absurd. At our crossroads, a new path made itself clear to me. There is no end in sight, but I intend to follow through.”
The truth was you could scarcely see the division between the two of you; Blurred in such a way that it was like living through each other. You felt him sitting amidst the pews of your ribcage, listening to the hymns of your heart. Your flesh was his flesh, your breath his own. 
And even stranger… it felt a little too much like freedom, which he had presented to you on a silver platter.
You leaned in and kissed him softly, almost chastely. When it came down to it, you liked to savor him slowly, letting the anticipation build over time. The look in your eyes was adoring, but there was also that feverish glint that he’d come to recognize. 
“How long until we’re there?” you murmured. 
He chuckled lightly. “You’ve become quite insatiable, haven’t you?”
“Can you blame a poor sinner like me?”
The tip of his nose grazed yours. “Not when I am so keen on indulging you.”
The announcer’s voice came on over the intercom, listing the remaining stations. You recognized the name of your destination, at the very end of the train’s line. You rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you continued to gaze out of the window, savoring the beginnings of your new life together.
The sun continued its slow trail across the sky, its rays lengthening and bathing everything in golden light. In your eyes, this was the real Paradise, the place you’d been searching for most of your life. 
And it was even more beautiful than you had ever envisioned.
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zaashton · 3 years
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I can’t believe Lewis just blessed us and made us listen to some of his music 😭🥺
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yostressmininggirl · 3 years
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hey idk if requests are open or not so if they arent pls ignore this but may i request a ranboo fic (platonic obviously) with a reader whose love language is physical touch? and maybe theyre just hanging out and listening to music idkk
You guys are really obsessed with Ranboo, gosh I really hope I'm doing well with writing the funky genderman. There’s no indicator if this was for C or CC Ranboo so I settled with a similar setting like the previous ones, hope you like it!
Ranboo's Unfinished Guide to a Physically Affectionate Friend (RUG-PAF)
PART TWO
Pairing -> Ranboo x Reader
Words -> 981 Words
Themes -> School setting, a bit crack-ish, love language (physical touch - Reader side)
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1. You must be tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs. If you are not tough enough to take on tactical tackle hugs, shame on you, you are a failure of a friend.
Hiding is the absolute weakness of a man so big as Ranboo. Towering over the sea of people and easily spotted despite his 'normal' features, he's as - or even more obvious than a fire exit sign hanging on the ceiling.
The last bell rings for the day and everyone packs their things to leave their respective classrooms. Ranboo had been one of the last ones to leave, having to duck down to not kiss the doorway, when the hallways had trickled down to a healthy amount of human obstacles he can manage to maneuver through.
"Ranboo!" Before his head even turned to where the shout came from, by instinct and Pavlovian conditioning the muscles in his body tensed up, center of gravity and posture aligned like a player in a football match. "There you are!”
And there you are, approaching from the left hallway with a speed breaking your previous record once you’ve confirmed that the tall stick walking around was your friend. Quickly he adjusted his stance as his arms spread open in invitation, invitation you quickly accepted as you leapt into his arms without a care on the world.
Your lurch almost sends him tumbling back if not for his right leg staggering back to skid against the concrete floor, rubber shoes squeaking from the force. “(Y/N)! Hey there!”
The giddy laughter near his ear makes him sigh in relief knowing that there were no harm done this time. A few seconds later it was time to bring you back to the ground, arms around one another loosening as you finally stabilized yourself on your own, “I haven’t seen you all day, I really thought you skipped today!”
“I had to sulk in the library - you know I told you we have a battery exam today? That’s why, yeah, sorry about that.”
The bystanders only shook their head before continuing on their own business. Realizing the stares they caught, Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck before concentrating on your beaming face that reminisced on today’s funny shenanigans.
Yeah, to hell with everybody else.
They’re not the one dealing with your hugs anyways.
2. It's not about the distance! Do not question the distance, you are only gonna make a fool of yourself.
Ranboo’s taste in music is... unique. But that’s okay, with a lil bit of exposure therapy and even your own Youtube recommendations spicing up your playlist, he had acquired a companion that appreciates his choices.
Now he didn’t have to panic and hurriedly try to skip the playlist every time Two Trucks played as the next song.
With the company of his earphones and a good friend, the day always significantly brighten despite its rough start.
Whether it be in class, while eating in the cafeteria, or even just chilling at home you always have the right earphone stuck on your ear. But because of his height and the limited length of the buds, you’re always practically glued to his side if you wanted to listen comfortably.
You don’t mind it tho. Head sometimes leaning on his arm as your own wraps around his elbow.
But he does. Gosh, what if you were actually having a hard time? Yet you’re too shy or considerate to say anything.
When he tries to lean down or slide his back down the seat to accommodate - well he just accomplished looking ridiculous, ending with you laughing at his form as he’s forced to straighten his posture. He’s stopped trying this method after his back started aching and your guffaws grew louder that he aimed for a better alternative.
“Auntie and uncle aren’t here yet?”
“They actually just left to get groceries so we have the house for ourselves for about...” Dropping his bag next to the couch, Ranboo sat himself on the far left while unlocking his phone, “45 minutes.”
Sweet, he heard you from the entrance, carefully storing your shoes at the rack near it to avoid dirtying the floors. While you were on that, he busied himself with his Spotify playlists. “Not going upstairs?” Looking up you appeared standing before him, he shakes his head in response. “Alright, music time it is.”
Ranboo practically smothered himself against the couch’s arm rest just to make sure you have a huge part of the couch to yourself, as the guest. Taking out the newly bought airpods he offered you the other one, attention more focused on scrolling through his liked songs now.
Something vibe-y should work, something that could distract you two from the grueling physics homework you’re trying to put-off.
Are You Bored Yet? plays through his side of the airpod when he felt the cushion bounce under him, a familiar arm interlocking with his. Looking down to his side, Ranboo found you huddled up to his side just like always, other hand busy checking for funny stuff on social media or updates on those you follow. 2/3 of the couch empty and growing colder.
“Oh god, look, there’s a new real time Sonic fandub released,” sliding his back against the couch, you once again laugh at how ridiculous it looks.
The music from the airpods stopped as he pulls his arm away, opting to lay it over the back of the couch and around your shoulder. “Please stop laughing at me and just play the video.”
“Alright.”
With his head on your shoulder, 45 minutes passes by quickly. Despite the ignored homework, Ranboo felt like he learned a valuable lesson.
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Ranboo forgot to update the guide after forgetting where he had written it in the first place. And no way in hell will he ask you to help him find it.
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midoriima · 2 years
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RATING ANIME SHOWS I'VE WATCHED pt. 2 with normal ratings (from 0-10) this time (except hxh)
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HUNTER X HUNTER — ♾/10. finished seasons 1-5 in less than a month cos i watched it everyday. took me until december 2021 to finally start the 6th season cos i thought we were traveling back home so i wanted to save it for later 😢 in the end, i wasted my time. i love this show sm tho, especially the fandom and leorio. leorio and menchi have my heart?!?!??? mainly menchi. she can chop me u-
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THE PROMISED NEVERLAND — 9/10. i LOVEDDDDDDD the first season, it was suspenseful and i loved every single child in this show and it was like so fucking good. until season 2 🙁 i heard ppl say it's rushed and all?? even i think that, and also how the animators skipped a lot of important arcs so ig i'll just read the manga later. anyways, i still loved the second season tho? just wished they didnt skip these important arcs so i could see it animated 💔
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ONE PUNCH MAN — 10/10. i love this show sm ❤️ idc what you ppl say and for a fact, SAITAMA IS STRONGER THAN EVERY OTHER OP CHARACTER. anyways it's a fun show, just wished the other characters recognized him more?? idk i love mumen rider, genos, fubuki, and saitama himself <3
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THE ROYAL TUTOR — 10/10. ONE OF THE FUNNIEST SHOWS I'VE EVER WATCHEDDD. almost cried at the end tho, however, it was sooooo good. i love this show sm. these boys became the reason why i love guys with long hair/feminine looking guys
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ZOMBIELAND SAGA — ik i said normal ratings but ♾/10. I WOUKD REWATCH THE WHOLE TWO SEASONS ANYTIMEEE. THE SONGS ARE SO GOOD, AND THE RAP BATTLE BETWEEN SAKURA AND SAKI WAS SO FUNNY 😭😭 anyways, i have a crush on kotaro and yugiri goodbye
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YOWAMUSHI PEDAL — ♾/10. i did stop watching for a while, but i will get back on it cos i still have so many shows to finish. i love that green, long haired guy sm. this show also started my bike loving phase and the show actually got me to learn how to ride a bike which is so crazy?? i'm not lying when i say this but two days after getting a bike, riding with training wheels before trying to practice without them, i suddenly knew how to? like i barely rode my bike when the training wheels were off, and suddenly the next day after watching that episode with them riding up a hill or smth in season 1, i suddenly knew how to??? LIEK WHAT....
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YOUR LIE IN APRIL — 5/10 simply cos kaori pisses me off. i'm sorry but idgaf abt tsubaki not doing shit n stuff idc idc it shouldve been her with kousei 🤬🤬 one of the only few romance shows i've watched.
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MONTHLY GIRLS' NOZAKI-KUN — 9/10 cos of the ending. ALSO NOZAKI REMINDS ME A WHOLE LOT LIKE USHIJIMA FROM HAIKYUU??? ANYWAYSSS CANT I HAVE NOZAKI X READER FICS OR SMTH 😒
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KAKEGURUI — 10/10. watched this in front of my parents and sister. no, i was not embarrassed (okay maybe a little). i'm also not kidding... i'm in love with miroslava and ibara cos he reminds me of tendou anyways goodbye. why did i watch this show? cos it was new when i first saw it show up on netflix and kirari was the thumbnail
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FREE — 10/10. in love with this guy. i haven't finished season 2 yet 💔 this show reminded me of when i still did swimming and this was also my motivation to swim again
gunna do another
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and-it-freezes-me · 3 years
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Little Red Lies - Chapter 1
Or, AUgust 2021 Day 10 - Fake Dating
{Next}
Words: 5,439
[Booked tckts yet? virge wants 2 check u still need 2 places 4 reception dinner]
Trash Rat 22:57
[cant w8 2 meet ur new ~date~]
Trash Rat 22:58
Roman stared at the messages for several long seconds, then groaned.
[Of course I booked tickets. Yes I still need the +1 seat.]
Roman 23:04
[cant believe u havent even sent a pic or yk a name]
Trash Rat 23:06
[no shame if ur still </3 ovr remy]
Trash Rat 23:06
[even tho its been 2 yrs now]
Trash Rat 23:07
[Of course I’m over remy. You’ll meet my boyfriend when we get there. He’s shy.]
Roman 23:07
Roman seriously considered throwing his phone across the room and booking a plane ticket to Alaska rather than Manhattan. That way, he wouldn’t have to go to his brother’s wedding and admit that he was most definitely single and most definitely not over his ex boyfriend (of seventeen months - two years was an unfair exaggeration).
[u kno virge h8s not knowing whos coming to his wedding right]
Trash Rat 23:10
[I know, I know, I’ll apologise as soon as we get there. He’ll be first to meet my bf, promise.]
Roman 23:11
[book ur fuckin plane tckts ro, I know u didnt do it yet]
Trash Rat 23:11
Roman threw his phone across the room.
It bounced off of his Heathers poster and landed on his desk, which was covered in scripts, textbooks, empty takeout containers, balled up bits of paper, crumpled drinks cans, and pens, and Roman buried his face in his pillow and groaned.
Ten months ago, Roman’s sister had flown down to Los Angeles, dragged Roman out of bed and announced that he was actually Roman’s brother. Almost sooner than Roman had been able to take this in stride, Virgil had added that he was marrying his boyfriend in December and would Roman mind being one of his groomsmen? While Roman was still reeling from the bombshell that was the fact that their gremlin of an elder brother Remus was Virgil’s best man, Virgil had leaned forward and asked if Roman was doing alright because he couldn’t help but notice that his dorm room resembled ‘the result of an explosive going off in a pigsty’.
Roman had blinked dumbly at him, nodded, and then started pressing for details about Virgil’s wedding. Eventually, his brother had promised that he’d get Patton, his fiance, to call Roman to discuss every detail, from location to napkin frills, and Roman felt that he had managed to avoid the topic of how he was doing.
When he and Remy had first broken up, midway through last July, Roman had gone to pieces. He had spent the end of the summer holiday between his first and second years locked in his room and listening to the same few songs on loop until Virgil, who was three years older and had been packing his things to move into his new apartment, had put his fist through the wall between their rooms. Then Roman had put his headphones on. It wasn’t Virgil’s fault that he was too uncivilised to appreciate the wonders of ‘Michael In The Bathroom’, ‘Someone You Loved’, or ‘Impossible’, after all.
Then Roman had gone back to university, where he had tried to drown himself in reading for his degree, and instead ended up sleeping through lectures after all-night crying sessions. He had tried to submerge himself in his essays and instead ended up daydreaming about his ex-boyfriend in study sessions. He had tried to get involved in theatre productions, but every audition had gone sour, and he often ended up thinking about the few times he and Remy had met up over the previous year rather than learning his lines.
Everyone had said that long distance relationships would be hard, but Roman, the romantic fool that he was, had insisted that they could do it.
They couldn’t.
Eight months ago, nine months after the two of them had broken up, two months after Virgil had announced his wedding plans, Remus and his partner had flown into Los Angeles and tried to stage an intervention. This had involved Remus trying to seduce the campus security guard and almost getting reported to the police (Roman had always insisted that his mustache only made him look sketchy), followed by Janus sneaking past the pair of them and into the building. Remus had somehow managed to join him moments later, and the two of them had somehow made their way up to Roman’s floor without alerting anyone else of their presence.
Roman had been woken by a furious hammering at his bedroom door at a little after four in the morning, and had to wade through a mess of papers and laundry to find that the two of them had knocked on every single door on his corridor, unable to remember which was his. He had not been popular with his dormmates the next day.
Their intervention had involved sitting on Roman’s bed and sharing the leftover pizza that had been on Roman’s desk for the last three days, and telling him to wash the dirty clothes all over his floor. Then they had tried to persuade him to accompany them to a bar to hook him up with somebody, and Roman had quickly concluded that the pair was somewhat drunk.
He had vehemently refused, and when Janus had eventually rolled onto his back, dark hair dangling off the edge of the bed and onto the sticky patch of carpet that Roman had spilled soda on three weeks ago, he practically whined that Roman was being very difficult when all they were doing was trying to help him.
“Trying to help me? You’ve disturbed the people I live with at fuck-o’clock in the morning! I have class tomorrow!” Roman was sat at his desk chair, trying very hard to ignore the stack of textbooks he was supposed to have read and hadn’t.
Remus rested a hand on Janus’ hip to stop him from rolling off the bed, and raised a lazy eyebrow at him. “Cut the bullshit, little bro. We all know you haven’t been to class in… How long, Jan?”
“Two months, three weeks, and four days,” Janus sing-songed.
“How the fuck do you know that?” It sounded about right, anyway, and Roman had a feeling that if he denied it this would just take even longer. He spun around in his chair and picked up a pen from his desk. “It’s my business if I don’t go to class.”
“Called my sister. Jannie takes all your classes, you know…” There was the sound of shifting fabric, and when Roman glanced back, Janus was sitting up and tucked under Remus’ arm again, looking very much as though Remus had just placed him there.
“You’re right, Ro. It’s not my business if you’re not going to class.” One of Remus’ hands trailed slowly up and down Janus’ arm, so casually Roman could almost believe that his brother didn’t realise he was doing it. “But it is my business that my little brother isn’t taking care of himself anymore. You haven’t answered my calls since before winter break. You obviously haven’t been eating healthily - this pizza tastes like you fished it out of the garbage, by the way, and I would know - and you look as though you haven’t seen the sunlight since last July.”
The assessment wasn’t quite fair. Roman might have been skipping classes, but it wasn’t as though he had just been lying in his room and wasting away! “I went to the gym last week. And I auditioned for the musical in March. I’m fine, Remus! Can I go to bed now?”
“No! We’re going to a club!”
Janus had nodded enthusiastically at Remus’ words, then rested his head on his partner’s shoulder as Roman shook his head slowly. “I don’t want to go to a club. I want to go to bed. I have class tomorrow.”
“Nope.” Remus’ hand rose to tangle absently in Janus’ hair. “We’re going to a club, and you’re gonna find some hottie to fuck all the yearning for Remy right out of you. Then you’ll feel much better!”
“You’re pulling my ha-”
“Fuck no. We’re not doing that.” Roman pressed his palms into his eyes, then stood up and jerked his door open. “Can you go now?”
“Give me one good reason why you getting laid is a bad thing right now, Ro, and we’ll leave.” Roman had gotten as far as opening his mouth before Remus interrupted. “See? You can’t. You need to move on, man. Clinging to Remy is clearly unh-”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“-ealthy, and- What?”
Maybe it was because it was four in the morning. Maybe it was because Roman hadn’t been sleeping well anyway, and Remus had managed to step on the last of his fraying nerves. Maybe it was just because he wished it was true.
“I have a boyfriend,” Roman repeated, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the obvious shock on Janus’ usually impassive face. “Three months. Met just after term started. It’s pretty serious, actually.”
“Bullshit.” Remus looked half impressed.
Now it was irritation that flickered through Roman. Was it really so unbelievable that he could have found somebody else? “It’s not.”
“You fucked yet?”
“Remus…” There was a warning note in Janus’ voice, and Remus sighed.
“None of my business. Got it. Do we get to meet him?”
“He’s shy.”
“Which is another way of saying he doesn’t exist.”
“Asshole. It’s another way of saying that it’s four in the fucking morning and he’s asleep. You’ll meet him at the wedding, anyway - I’m going to ask him to be my plus one when Patton sends out the RSVP date.” The words had been out of his mouth before he had had time to regret them, and Roman had spent the last eight months trying to sidestep questions about his non-existent boyfriend.
He had later found out that Remus and Janus hadn’t really come down to see him. They had gone to Los Angeles to celebrate their two year wedding anniversary and decided they might drop in while in the area. (Just because they had eloped rather than holding a big party, Janus had commented idly, didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate it).
But now it was December, and Roman was partner-less and running out of excuses. His lie had gotten out of control, and he had ended up asking Patton and Virgil to include his partner in the guest numbers. He had invented dates they had been on for his mother when she had asked, and he insisted that his boyfriend was shy and had practically no internet presence anyway, so knowing his name wouldn’t help anybody.
He could just say that the two of them had broken up and go home alone, of course.
But that would mean disrupting the meticulous wedding seating plan Virgil and Patton had been making for months.
Besides, Roman was fairly certain that nobody in his family really believed in his mystery boyfriend, and failure to produce one after months of insisting that they would meet… Well, he didn’t want to open himself to that sort of ridicule.
Of course, it didn’t look as though he had much choice.
He hadn’t managed to make many friends at college.
In his first year, Roman had spent a lot of time trying to keep on top of his schoolwork and working toward the various theatre productions the school had put on; all of his free time he had spent planning dates for when he and Remy finally visited one another, or else video calling his boyfriend. There simply hadn’t been time to make many friends during that.
His second year… Well, Remus had been right. He had spent most of his time in his room, eating junk food, watching sappy romance films, and missing Remy.
So far, he had spent his third year trying to bring his grades back up to something more respectable… And missing Remy.
He knew it was pathetic. It had been almost a year and a half since they had broken up, and he still missed being able to call someone to talk about nothing at all at two in the morning, missed planning extravagant dates, missed the feel of hands in his hair and lips on his.
At least his floor was cleaner than it had been last year. And he had eaten slightly less fast food this semester than the previous one.
Roman’s phone chimed again. With a frustrated groan, he made his way over to his desk.
[Looking forward to seeing you on Monday!!! <3 <3 <3 !!!]
Pops 23:25
Patton.
[Me too, Padre! I’ll bring some of that fudge from the shop you love!]
Roman 23:26
[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee <33333333 Can you get some of the currents+salt? Vee loved it last time + I want to surprise him]
Pops 23:26
[Will do. Looking forward to seeing you too!]
Roman 23:27
Patton would probably be the most understanding if Roman decided to come clean about his lying - but Patton was the worst secret keeper Roman had ever met. He and Virgil had been dating for almost three years, and in that time the thin voice actor had managed to spill every single plot twist in every single show he had watched or acted in. Roman had no doubt that Virgil would know that he was bringing home fudge within the next hour. If he admitted to Patton that he had been lying about having a date for the wedding, Roman would get Patton’s kind - if confused - reassurances, and half an hour later he would get the mixture of mockery and horrible pity that would come with the rest of his family finding out that he still wasn’t over Remy.
Roman let his phone slip through his fingers and land on his desk once more. Three days, and then he’d have to come clean - until then, he could just avoid thinking about it. Collecting the overflowing basket from the corner of the room (he had been putting off doing laundry for a while now), Roman left his room and headed toward the building’s basement laundry room. Term had finished last week and it was almost midnight - he doubted anybody would be down there now. Most people had probably already gone home, or were making the most of the free time to go out rather than spend it doing chores.
The light was off in the basement when he got there, so Roman left it that way as he loaded his clothing into one of the machines.
Moving around in the dark was far more of a Virgil move than a Roman one, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something comforting about the-
“Sweet fucking Shakespeare!” Roman’s hand flew up to cover his eyes as light burst through the small room, quickly followed by the strong smell of coffee.
“Sorry! I was unaware that there would be anybody in here.” As Roman dropped his hand, blinking owlishly in the sudden light, the newcomer made his way over to the machine on the far side of the room from him. “Most people prefer not to fumble around in the dark.”
Remus or Remy would have made some comment about how fumbling around in the dark could be quite fun really. Roman just shrugged. “It’s been a long day.”
He had expected the other man to say something; instead, silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the powder tray being opened, filled, and closed again.
Roman didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. He had seen the person in the room next to him only twice so far this term, and only knew his name because the mailroom was organised by room number rather than alphabetically, and the name Roman Prince was right next to Logan Ursa.
Logan looked more tired than he had on either of the other times Roman had seen him. There were deep bags under his eyes, the shadows almost deeper than Virgil’s had been at the height of his eyeliner experiments, and the black ponytail that hung halfway to his waist was missing, replaced with what could only be described as a thicket of tangled hair. It looked as though he had been outside even less than Roman had in the past few months: his skin was so pale it seemed to glow under the fluorescent laundry-room lights. There was a steaming mug and a thick book on the lid of the machine beside him, and Roman had the strong feeling that it wasn’t the first coffee Logan had had that evening.
The washing machine Logan had been loading began to rumble, and as the other student straightened up and picked up his book, Roman made himself duck back down to finish his own task.
He’d have to come back to collect his clothing later - Roman suddenly regretted deciding to get this done now, when it meant he would have to return at almost two in the morning, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.
“Do you want me to leave the light on?” He was more trying to make conversation than anything else: Logan was perched on one of the machines in the corner, nose already buried in what Roman could now see was a heavy medical textbook.
“Obviously.” 
Yeah, he probably should have guessed that.
-
Logan was still in the laundry room when Roman returned to collect his clothing two hours later. He was still sat on the same machine, although now he was speaking into his phone in what sounded like rapid Italian. (It definitely wasn’t Spanish: Roman was almost fluent in Spanish). (The languages were similar, but although he could guess at a few words, he had no idea what was going on). (Not that he was eavesdropping, of course). Logan’s hair was even messier than it had been before, and out of the corner of his eye Roman caught him jerking his free hand through it once or twice.
Roman pulled his now-warm and dry clothing from the machine and dumped it into his laundry basket, doing his best to ignore the way Logan was practically shouting behind him, but couldn’t stop himself from startling at the wordless, frustrated yell that came from the taller man a few minutes later. He was halfway to the door, but paused and glanced at Logan, who was stuffing his phone angrily into the oversized hoodie he was wearing.
“Everything okay over there?”
“Family stuff,” came the snappish response. Roman watched for a few seconds as Logan knelt in front of his own machine and began jerking clothing from it, folding pants as though he wished he were ripping them to pieces instead, then throwing several dark shirts over his shoulder and stalking over to one of the ironing stations.
“Pretty loud family stuff,” Roman commented, then wondered why he was bothering. It had been clear from his first meeting with Logan that the other student wasn’t there to make friends: Roman had been carrying a large cardboard box into his room the day he had moved in, and bumped into him in the hallway. Logan had looked him up and down, said something like, “Keep the volume down. I’m here to work,” and marched past him as though Roman were no more interesting than a hat stand.
Sure enough, Logan didn’t turn to face him, instead ironing a shirt in a manner that strongly hinted that he wanted to make it beg for mercy. “None of your business family stuff.”
“Are you-”
“None. Of your. Business.” This time, Logan actually did glance over his shoulder, and fixed Roman with a scowl that suggested that if he didn’t drop it, his face was going to be the next thing under the iron.
Roman left quickly. He had done his best to be friendly, and if Logan wasn’t interested, that was his problem. He didn’t seem like the sort of person Roman would really want to be friends with anyway.
Logan’s haggard expression lingered in his mind as he made his way back up to his dorm room and began stuffing his now-clean clothes into his wardrobe. He should probably start packing - his suitcase was sitting open and empty against one wall - but he had plenty of time.
Besides, he was exhausted.
Roman had changed into a pair of sweatpants and gotten into bed by the time he heard the door to the room next to his slam shut. Clearly, Logan was still annoyed by whatever ‘family stuff’ had had him first yelling into his phone and then taking his frustration out on his laundry and somebody trying to be friendly.
How long could Logan hold a grudge? Was he the kind of person who would calm down after a couple of hours of sleep, or would whatever he had been arguing about be hanging over him for the next week or so? That would make the winter break uncomfortable…
Or maybe he wasn’t going home. He had looked pretty invested in the textbook he had been studying earlier, despite it being almost midnight and no longer termtime. Maybe Logan was going to stay in the dorms over the winter break and use the hours without lectures for private study.
That sounded like a lonely way to spend the next three weeks.
The idea struck Roman suddenly, and he sat bolt upright in bed, the kind of elation that only comes with golden inspiration coursing through him. He would persuade Logan to come back home with him for the holidays! If Janus took it to mind to ask Janine about him, she’d be able to verify that Logan didn’t socialise much; all he would have to do would be show up briefly for the wedding, and he could spend the remainder of the holiday studying all he wanted, away from ‘family stuff’!
He would ask Logan the following morning, and when he agreed, Roman would book the plane tickets home - he’d pay, of course. Or rather, he’d use the money his mother had sent him so that he could bring his fictional boyfriend home. Either way, Logan wouldn’t have to spend any money himself!
Laying back down, Roman pulled his thin blanket back up to his neck and rolled onto his side, satisfaction warming him more thoroughly than any hot drink could.
This was the best idea he’d ever had.
-
“That is the worst idea I have ever heard.” Logan glanced into the hallway over Roman’s shoulder as though expecting an audience for a practical joke. “I cannot believe you have wasted my time listening to you.”
“Is… That a maybe?” Roman tilted his head and gave Logan his best puppy eyes.
Alas, Logan’s heart must have been made of stone. “No.” He made to slam the door.
Well, Roman couldn’t have that. It had been difficult enough to get Logan to even open the door in the first place, and harder still to get him to listen beyond the initial “I need you to do me a huge favour, okay, but it works out for you too.” In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have led with that. But then he had explained, and for some reason Logan was still trying to close the door on him.
“Ow!”
“That was entirely your fault.”
“You just slammed the door on my foot!”
“You did put your foot there after I had begun closing the door. My point stands.”
Technically, Logan was correct, but Roman wasn’t there to quibble over technicalities. “You got the part where I’d pay for your flights, right? All you have to do is show up for one day in something resembling formalwear, and in return you get rent free accommodation and food all holiday! Plus company!”
“I have too much to do to pretend to be your boyfriend for three weeks for no reason. Find somebody else.” Logan made to close the door again, and this time Roman caught it with his hand.
“There is nobody else!” Roman was aware that he was beginning to sound desperate. “You’re like, the only person I know!”
“That sounds like your personal problem, not mine.” Several strands of hair had fallen from the impressive tangle around Logan’s ears and into his face, and he blew them out of the way. His breath smelled like coffee - bitter coffee. Roman wrinkled his nose. “Let go of my door.”
“Come on, Logan! What else are you going to be doing this holiday?”
“Studying! I have exams to pass!”
“You can study at my place. You won’t have to pay holiday rent there!”
“I won’t have to pay holiday rent if I go to my mom’s place, either! Let go of my door!”
Roman finally pulled his aching foot out of the way, but didn’t remove his hand from the wood. “You don’t want to go back to your mom’s place, though, do you? The phonecall -”
The glare that Logan sent him could have frozen the insides of a volcano, and his voice was suddenly cold enough to make Roman shiver. “Good day, Roman.” This time, Roman jerked his hand out of the way, and the door snapped shut in his face.
Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to use Logan’s ‘family stuff’ against him. He made a note of that for future reference, then hammered against the door again.
“Please, Logan!”
Silence.
“I’ll be forever in your debt!”
More silence. Maybe Logan would prefer something a little more extravagant?
“I’ll sing of your virtues from the rooftop every night for the rest of the year!”
Nothing.
Okay, maybe that had been a little much. Logan had made it clear that he was there to work and didn’t want to be disturbed in his caffeine fueled study crusades, so something excessive was possibly the wrong way to persuade him to do this.
Oh-
“I’ll pay for your coffee for the rest of the year?”
Roman held his breath and waited.
And waited.
Just when he thought that he had been wrong and that Logan really wasn’t going to be persuaded, the door opened the tiniest of amounts. Logan was still frowning at him, but some of the ice was gone from his expression.
“That’s your dealbreaker? Coffee?”
“I drink a lot of coffee.” A slight deepening in the crease between Logan’s eyes told Roman not to push the subject. “You need a date to a wedding. In return, you pay for my flight there and back, provide accommodation for the duration of the winter vacation, and keep me supplied with coffee for the rest of the year.”
“Well, a wedding, the reception, any pre-wedding parties, and keeping up the act while we’re around other people,” Roman corrected, counting on his fingers. From the irritated twitch of Logan’s left eye, he got the feeling that he hadn’t mentioned the reception or the potential stag night in his initial pitch.
“Blue Moon or Red Planet.”
“What?”
“The coffee. I like Blue Moon or Red Planet coffee. They’re more expensive, so I don’t expect them every time - maybe a ratio of three regular jars to one nice jar.”
Roman blinked. “Uh… Okay.”
Logan nodded once. More hair fell over his eyes. “I’ll draw up a schedule and provide you with estimated projections of my coffee habits for the rest of the year so you can budget accordingly. When do we leave?”
“Um… Monday.” Still reeling from Logan’s sudden and complete 180, Roman cast around for something to say, but the long haired man got there first.
“Monday. That gives us approximately two and a half days to draw boundaries and fabricate enough pictures and stories to give our deceit credibility.” Logan closed his eyes, and Roman realised that he was staring again. He hadn’t expected the other to take this in stride so quickly. “Given that I have work to finish today and you will likely need several hours on Sunday evening to pack… Have you told your family how long we have been romantically involved?”
“Uh, since January. But I told them you were shy, so we don’t have to have any pictures or anything - we can say that all our dates were just pizza and Netflix, and…” He tailed off at the incredulous look on Logan’s face. “What?”
“You expect them to believe that we have been dating for eleven months and you haven’t taken a single photo? Roman, I have listened to you belting the lyrics of more break-up songs than I care to count.” Roman shrugged, and Logan rolled his eyes. “You are quite clearly a romantic. Had we really been dating, the number of pictures you would have taken on whatever extravagance you planned for our six-month anniversary alone would be infinitesimal.”
He had a point.
Roman had already stretched his family’s belief in him to breaking point (and probably well past it) by refusing to share even the smallest thing about his ‘boyfriend’ over the past eleven months; if he didn’t get home on Monday with at least a couple of dozen photos to share, their charade would be over before it could ever really begin. “Right. You’re right. We’ll need to spend the weekend planning, doing a photoshoot - it’ll be fun!”
“You,” Logan started, already retreating, “obviously have a different definition of that word than I do. Eight thirty tomorrow morning, The Roost. Bring a notepad, your phone, and a couple of changes of clothing suitable for various weather conditions.”
“Eight thirty? A prince needs his beauty-”
“Eight thirty. We are going to do this properly.”
Roman’s phone was in his hand barely seconds after Logan’s door had closed (albeit more gently than before).
Groupchat: Princes and Co.
[Can’t wait for you to meet logan!]
Roman 09:58
[a name!!!!!!!!!!]
Trash Rat 09:59
[we have a name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Trash Rat 09:59
[such a nice name! can’t wait either, ro!]
Pops 10:01
[About time! I’ve been stalling on the place settings for weeks waiting for this name]
Emo Nightmare 10:02
[Was about to fly out to LA to strangle it out of you]
Emo Nightmare 10:04
[he was. i had to physically restrain him from doing so yesterday]
Padre 10:04
[bet u both enjoyed that ;);););););)]
Trash Rat 10:04
Several people are typing…
[Suck a dick, Remus]
Emo Nightmare 10:05
[we did, actually]
Pops 10:05
[would but janjans at work :((]
Trash Rat 10:06
[Didn’t want to know, didn’t need to know.]
Roman 10:06
[Pat!]
Emo Nightmare 10:06
[Logan Ursa??? 4th yr medic??? Coffee addict???]
Snake Eyes 10:06
Roman stared at his phone for a second. That was faster than he had expected.
[u knew????? jan u held out on me??? the luv of ur greyspec life???]
Trash Rat 10:07
[You told Janus?! I’m your brother! He’s not even related to you!]
Emo Nightmare 10:07
[No I didn’t tell Janus!]
Roman 10:07
[I’m omniscient.]
Snake Eyes 10:08
[Plus I just asked Jannie for a list of all the Logans you could have associated with.]
Snake Eyes 10:09
[You and your sister scare me]
Roman 10:11
[He has surprisingly little internet presence.]
Snake Eyes 10:11
[Told you. He’s shy]
Roman 10:12
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Roman returned to his room and picked up his laptop, this time to actually book the tickets he was supposed to have booked weeks ago. He had no doubt that they would arrive on Monday to discover that his family had already unearthed everything there was to know about his fake boyfriend - should he break that news to Logan before or after they were on the plane? Making the man paranoid might make their weekend photoshoot a lot more difficult.
Their photoshoot! If Logan was really on board, Roman would have to make this as easy as possible for him - and the performance of a lifetime for himself. Given that he was expected to bring a notebook to their meeting tomorrow, they were going to have to do a lot of brainstorming, so he might as well start coming up with ideas now. He already had a few as he grabbed a notepad from the mess on the floor and started hunting for a pencil.
No matter what his fake date said, this weekend was going to be a lot of fun.
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My top 15 kpop albums of 2021
This year I´ve been so bad at keeping up with this blog but I want to wrap up the year on a good note so I'll be counting down my favorite korean music and dramas of 2021. I'll begin with my must listen albums of the year!
15. 10 cm- The 3rd EP. 10 cm is a k-indie duo. I first discovered them when they sang an OST for Goblin, since then I listen to their songs regularly. This year they released a five song album that is sentimental and just a great listen. Kwon Jung Yeol's vocals are exceptional as usual. My favorite song is I will do my best.
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14. KAI- Peaches. After Mmmh I had great expectations for Kai's second album. However I wasn't a fan of the title song although it has grown a little on me since. I did love the rest of the album tho. I love how weird Vanilla is. My favorite is To be honest, a bright r&b song with a fun beat.
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13. Penomeco-Dry Flower. Penomeco is such a joy to listen to and his first full album was no exception. The title JAJA has an interesting beat with Penomeco sing-rapping style. The album features collabs with Verbal Jint, sogumm, Kid Milli and Hoody. Actually Pt. 2 is probably my favorite song but it really is a great no skip album.
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12. TXT- The Chaos Chapter: FIGHT OR ESCAPE. Honestly the first couple TXT albums were not my thing but this one I really enjoyed. Anti-romantic is hands down the best one for me but I also enjoyed the title LO$ER=LO❤ER. 0X1=LOVESONG (I know I love you) featuring Seori and Magic are also highlights. It's just full of great dance pop.
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11. EXO- Don't fight the feeling. It pains me to say it but even if I loved every single song in this album I wasn't obsessed with them which is why, in good conscience I couldn't rank it higher. As usual with EXO, even if I miss Suho and Chen, the vocals are crazy good. I especially enjoyed listening to D.O. and Lay again on an EXO album. Just like the title song, the album is such a feel good vibe that really brightens up your day. Paradise is my favorite but Just as usual is so sweet.
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10. Aespa-Savage. Aespa's first mini album is definitely the stamp of an SM album: great vocals and impressive bsides. Savage is such a strong song and so catchy. It's a journey in itself. However I'll make you cry has an amazing beat and high notes that will impress you. YEPPI YEPPI is just fun and Lucid dream is my favorite.
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9. HEIZE- HAPPEN. If you haven't checked out the MV for Happen you really should because it's filmed like a drama and it stars Song Joon Ki. Ever since Heize appeared in the korean music scene seems like she can do no wrong. This album is another hit for me. Its eight songs are on point and has features by Gary, Changmo, Kim Feel and Ahn Ye Eun. It's almost never the case but the title is my favorite song of the album however Flu and Destiny, it's just a tiny dot are stand outs.
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8. Kang Seung Yoon-Page. Saying this album was a long time coming is an understatement. Ever since I got into WINNER I started to wait -not so patiently- for Seung Yoon's album. He has an extraordinary voice and he's actually a great songwriter so I knew it would be great. I do wish he had picked another title, not because IYAH isn't amazing because it is, but because I think his album would have done better on the charts with another title but I get he needed to show his story through IYAH. Sweet love songs, sad ballads and bright fun songs, there's nothing this album is missing. And obviously it's full of great vocals! WE NEED LOVE and BETTER featuring MINO are my favorite of the album.
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7. Mino- To infinity. Just like with Seungyoon, I wish Mino would have chosen another title for this album because even if I like how playful TANG!♡ is, I would have liked to see other songs as the title. You definitely won't be skipping a song if you listen to it! Mino as always shows us witty lyrics with quirky beats. My favorite is LANGUAGE featuring Bobby. Every time these two collab is definitely fire. LOVE IN DA CAR and LOSING U are also highlights.
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6. D.O.-Empathy. EXO's Kyungsoo finally made his formal debut with his first mini album. Sadly he didn't promote it but it's full of great easy listening songs. It's difficult to pick a favorite vocalist in EXO but Kyungsoo is mine. I love his voice the most in r&b tracks but his voice is so full of character that anything he sings ends up being outstanding. On top of that, he recorded a song in spanish and since I'm Mexican that's a big deal. Si fueras mía is definitely great but I have to say I was obsessed with I'm gonna love you featuring Wonstain and My Love. Rose the title is so bright and cute with an acoustic vibe that'll remind you of Jason Mraz. The MV is really funny.
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5. Taemin-Advice. For me, 2020 was the year I got obsessed with Taemin and a huge part of that was both albums he released. This year, just before enlisting, he released a 5 song mini album. And there's just something about Taemin's songs. Last year he was all about dance pop and this year his album is more eclectic. You have r&b ballad, pop, and even a bit of hip hop vibes with his title song. Advice really was a strong way to go with a crazy beat and a really interesting way of delievering vocals. I think the fact Advice is so powerful is why having the rest of the songs (maybe not Light) being more subdued was the right way to go. His falsetto on Strings and If I could tell you featuring Taeyeon is just outstanding.
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4. Bobby-Lucky man. Bobby is such a fun artist. I would say his second album is what I was expecting of his first album. Whimsical at times and strong other times. All 13 songs are on point and he added four skits. We do get a few of the cool beats he did for his first album: my favorites are LiLaC and RaiNingG (featuring JUNE). However is his hiphop heavy songs like the title U MAD, NO TIME and Devil that I was mesmerized with.
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3. B.I. -WATERFALL. The moment I heard YG had said goodbye to B.I., I knew it was a major mistake. I was sure they probably wouldn't have if the circumstances were different but his drug scandal came at the worst time for YG. This year B. I. proved how big that mistake was by releasing two albums plus a donation project making over twenty songs in just a few months. He's just crazy talented. If I'm being honest I wasn't sure I wanted a solo from him. Obviously he's a great producer but I didn't know what a full album from him would sound like and now I can see a solo album from him was overdue. Both of the albums he made are amazing but I think his first one WATERFALL is just a revelation. I don't think I even have a favorite song because I love all 12 songs.
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2. Baekhyun-Bambi. According to Spotify, I listened to Privacy the most so it's safe to say it was my favorite one of the album. However Bambi is so catchy and filled with great vocals. The whole album is of course, and then there's All I Got or how I like to call it: Baekhyun's Mariah song, really the high notes are crazy on that one. This makes Baekhyun's third mini album and the last one before he enlisted and I have to say it really is one of the albums I listened to the most this year. If you like R&B this is the album for you. It kind of broke my heart he didn't have time to promote it but he really left with a bang and it made me excited for his comeback whenever that is.
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1. Epik High-Epik High is here (Part 1). It's no secret Tablo, the leader of hip hop group Epik High, is an off the charts producer. This album has 10 songs even if it's under 30 minutes. Every song is a statement. When I listened to Rosario, the title featuring CL and Zico, I knew it would be on my favorite list of the year even if it was released on January. Based on a true story with Heize is also crazy good. The instrumentals, the musicality of its raps and the grand collabs of the album really makes it a must listen.
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honeybeesiness · 3 years
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an unholy holiday.
word count: 2k.
slight nsfw warning! dw tho, there’s absolutely no smut and it’s 97% fluff. it’s just the reader being a tiny bit of a thottie ;).
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two limited edition sucre frenzy tickets.
The next day was your day with the beloved otaku Leviathan. Based off the kind of person he was, you figured that he would want to watch some anime with you or take you to a convention somewhere in Devildom (or the human world if you’re lucky). Binging the TSL series in the beginning of the year for the quiz against Levi proved beneficial to you (aside from being able to make a pact with him), as after that you became quite invested in the series to the point where you would want to name your pet Henry too. You knew Levi liked how you were fond of the series, because it wasn’t every day where he met someone that shared the same interests as him and didn’t put him down for it. With that being said, you were perfectly content with watching TSL or any other series that Levi chose today.
After breakfast that morning, you had gotten a text from the boy in question, who had not shown up for the meal.
💞weeb husband💞: meet me in my room
💞weeb husband💞: wear ur pajamas
You began to grow excited, as your suspicions were seemingly correct. It seemed like you were quite good at guessing what the boys had planned so far, given how you knew what Beelzebub was planning yesterday as well. Were you a psychic? Maybe you just had really good intuition. Or maybe you just knew the brothers so well that guessing came easy for you. Either way, you were smiling like a madman as you typed out a reply.
You: aight fam, i’ll be there asap
You: want me to wear my tsl jammies
💞weeb husband💞: yes
After his swift reply, you slid your phone into your hoodie and bid the others at the breakfast table a farewell. You headed on back to your room to swap into what you called your “TSL Pajamas”, which was just a worn-looking oversized brown t-shirt with the TSL logo on it along with a pair of comfy grey pajama shorts. After you got dressed, you slid down the hall and knocked on Levi’s door.
“Come in.”
And you did, shutting the door behind you. You grinned giddily at Leviathan (who was situated in his bathtub) before turning your attention to the rest of the room. Surrounding the bathtub that was Leviathan’s bed was a large array of snacks and drinks, most of which were your favorites. You didn’t think Devildom had human food like this, and you wondered if Levi went out of his way to get you these things. You were grateful, and you sent him a cheeky look, also deciding that it would be funny to tease him just a little. Embarrassed Levi was one of your favorite Levis, after all.
“Did you get all of this for me~?” You batted your eyelashes, slowly and sensually bending over to pick up a bottle of banana flavored ramune, which you examined while still being crouched. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the bluenette’s face flush a scarlet color, and that was enough to satisfy you for the moment. “Thank you.”
“LOL, they’re not all for you, you know!” He squawked, still mildly embarrassed, but soon his face returned to its normal hue. “Believe it or not, there are some foods from the human world that actually taste good!”
You rolled your eyes, picking up a packet of chocolate pocky (a classic) as well as another favorite snack of yours before sauntering over to where Levi was sitting in the bathtub. “What’re we doin’? With all these snacks, I would assume you have something in mind.”
“You and I are going to be having an anime marathon.” He jabbed a finger in the direction of one of his PC monitors whose position he changed so the both of you could watch. “I wanna watch TSL and I don’t listen to normies who say no.”
“No. We literally watch TSL EVERY time I come to hang out here! Let’s try somethin’ new for once.” You said defiantly, earning a huff and a mini pout from the boy in return. You were clearly contradicting what you had thought to yourself earlier, but we don’t talk about that.
“FINE. What do you suggest?” He grumbled, pulling his keyboard closer to his lap so he could bring up his Softbun account. You put one foot into his bathtub and his head immediately shot over to look at you, his expression a little bit wild. “What are you doing?!”
You put another foot in. “Getting comfortable, of course, so scooch over! Your fatass is hogging the tub.”
“Excuse me?!” Levi sounded offended, but he was smiling as he (hesitantly) moved over. You plopped yourself down, hanging your legs over the rim of the tub. It was a small, Levi-sized bathtub, and you eyed the boy as he blushed fervently at your close proximity.
“Hey, have you watched Beast Assassin yet?” You asked, pointing at the series on the monitor in front of you. The show was in Levi’s library, but you couldn’t tell if he watched it or not.
He gave you a look that told you that you had asked a stupid question. “You mean the hit series where the protagonist’s sister gets turned into a beast and the protagonist must go on a journey to find a cure for her? OF COURSE I watched it! What are you, some kind of pleb?”
“NO. Shut the hell your mouth, we’re watching Beast Assassin, but we’re skipping to the part where Airitsu first appears because he’s the best.” You snatched his keyboard off his lap and placed it on yours, reaching your hand over the side of the bathtub to move the mouse (which was placed on the floor next to the bed) over to Beast Assassin.
“What are you saying?! Are you crazy?! We can’t just start on the second episode without watching the first! It’s called “Episode 2“ for a reason!” Levi attempted to take the keyboard away from you, but as soon as he laid his fingers on it, the entire room went pitch black.
You were the first to react. “Eh?? Levi-san, it’s so dark! H-Hold me!” But you, in fact, did not hold onto him. You could hear the boy, scoff, though. “Are we havin’ some sort of blackout? Has this ever happened in Devildom, or—?”
“This is SO unfair,” Levi grumbled to himself, and you felt him move beside you. “Just as I was going to click on the first episode of Beast Assassin!” You aggressively shoved him on the arm for that comment, sending him stumbling out of the bathtub and flat on the floor. Since you couldn’t exactly see him, the only way you could tell that he was on the floor was through the sound of skin hitting the tile that was the floor of Levi’s bedroom. “Hey!”
“What, I didn’t do anything!” You “harumph-ed” and crossed your arms, but you were generally curious as to what Levi was up to. And, as your eyes began to grow used to the dark, you could make out his silhouette approaching his desk where the rest of his monitors sat. “What’cha doin’?”
You watched somewhat blindly as he reached over the screens to the shelves that sat behind the desk, grabbing something that you couldn’t make out. You, too, got out of the bathtub, and you stumbled over to where Leviathan was standing. As he sensed you approaching, he turned away from you and hunched over slightly so you couldn’t see what he was holding. You shoved him again, but much more lightly this time.
“If you don’t stop, I won’t be giving you any of these glowsticks!” Ah, so that was what he was holding.
“Glowsticks? You have glowsticks??” From your spot behind Leviathan, you could spot a faint glow coming from his frontside. He turned around to face you, his face lit up by pink and red glowsticks, but still remaining shrouded by the surrounding darkness. He gave you another incredulous look that told you that you asked a stupid question. “Don’t give me that look! I thought that you used them all at the last concert you went to!”
Leviathan squinted at you. “Bold of you to assume that, since I’ve taken you to all of the concerts I got tickets for in the past year!”
That was something that had completely failed to cross your mind. It’s not that you didn’t remember Levi taking you to all those pop idol concerts before (you did), but you were always more invested in the music and the choreography rather than what the audience was doing or even holding.
“Well, I’m sooooorry that I forgot! It’s just-”
“Enough of your excuses, woman.” Leviathan interrupted you with a flick on your forehead. “An otaku never is without their glowsticks.”
“You can’t say that ‘cause glowsticks aren’t even used for anime! ...Unless it’s of Lyricoids. You like Lyricoids, right? You better. Who’s your favorite?” You reached out your hand to grab at the pink glowstick, hoping to distract the bluenette with your chitchat, but he moved his hands away.
“Of course I do! I like Muka. Her voice is so melodic and graceful, and her songs are so beautiful and meaningful. The settings of her music videos are always so detailed, especially with the backgrounds and how the plot of the song is portrayed through the visuals. Muka also always looks amazing in any outfit since her figure is naturally curvy and mature, and the musicians and animators never fail to make her draw the audience’s eyes. I also really like how—”
“I like the OG queen herself, Riku, thanks for asking.” You interrupted somewhat sarcastically, having another go at trying to acquire one of Levi’s glowsticks. “She’s so bubbly and her voice is so versatile that she can sing and sound nice in literally any genre.”
“I agree, but,” Levi moved the glowsticks out of the way once more. “Muka is—”
There were several knocks on Levi’s door, and both of your heads swiveled in that direction. You also took that moment to swipe up the pink glowstick, and Levi glared at you.
“What if a serial killer busted the lights and is out to kill us.” You mused, scratching your chin. “He’s being awfully polite if he’s knocking on the door, though.”
You were on a roll with your stupid statements today, for Levi gave you another look, this one being much more annoyed. He didn’t bother to correct you, and instead said, “I hope he kills you first because you’re being so annoying.”
Your reply was immediate, and the knocking was heard once more. “Jokes on you, I actually want to die.” Pink glowstick in hand, you marched to the front of the room and opened the door. “Stab me, daddy.”
“...What?”
You blinked several times and held up the glowstick to the person’s face. It was Satan, and you shuffled awkwardly in your spot. “Oops.”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.” Satan surveyed the room, and his stiff posture relaxed— if only a little. “Good, you two aren’t the only ones whose rooms are affected by the blackout.”
You leaned against the doorframe. “This happened to you too?”
Satan nodded. “And the rest of us as well. It is unusual, is it not? This never happened before.”
“Well, I hope it gets fixed soon, because Levi back here,” You jabbed your free thumb in the man’s direction. “is being the biggest prick. He said he actually WANTED me to die! And for what, being annoying? Sheesh, how harsh.”
Satan smiled a little bit, glancing back at Leviathan, who he was only able to see thanks to the glowstick he was holding. Upon hearing your words, Levi marched up and slammed the door shut.
You held up your hands in front of yourself in mock surrender. “Let’s just agree that we’re both being annoying.”
“But YOU’RE the one who’s being annoying!”
“Agree to disagree?”
“...Fine.” ‎‎ ‎‎‎
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i have a headcanon where Levi uses crackhead/internet/gen z humor so i decided to incorporate that into the story :”). had a lot of fun writing this!
also, if y’all forgot, Levi legit sleeps in a bathtub 😤.
and yes that is a Sayaka Maizono/Danganronpa reference in the beginning ;)
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Beast Assassin = Demon Slayer. Airitsu = Zenitsu.
Lyricoid = Vocaloid. Muka = Luka Megurine. Riku = Miku Hatsune.
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taglist: @wetleafwrites​ ::​ @midnight-moodlet​
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artemisunicorn · 3 years
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Naruto Shippuden Openings Ranked
Aight y'all, I said I would do this months ago, so here we are.
Just like my last ranking post, I have no real reasons as to why I like this OP over that one. They're just poor reasons and explanations that I'll probably change my mind about after posting.
But yeah, this is gonna be a long post, so let's get to it.
Also just a disclaimer- I had a very difficult time ranking the openings, especially at the bottom. Just note that I like and enjoy every OP except one.
Actual ranking is below the cut because yay I can use my laptop to make posts now :D
Number 20 - Tsuki no Ookisa - OP 14
I always thought this was called “Size of the Moon” or something like that
This OP
Oh boy
I used to just hate this one with a passion
And I still do!
Okay not literally, but it’s still my least favorite
I see what they were going for
Red, black and white vibes
It’s….okay?
And the song
Yeeesh
It just doesn’t make me feel anything but the huge urge to skip it
I’m so sorry if you really like this OP but goodness I really don’t like it
It’s one of the only ones I don’t like vs don’t mind
I will say
The end though?
Where its showing the freeze frames of everyone
That looks great
Itachi at the beginning looks great
It definitely has its moments, but just not enough to make me really enjoy it
Number 19 - Hotaru no Hikari - OP 5
Or as I like to call it
SHA LA LA-
I already know y'all but to come for me on this one I'm sorry
This opening is,,,okay…
Now that I’ve seen all of them, I kinda have this bias of “I know what the next opening is and that’s a whole BANGER” so I kinda sleep on this one
But its not bad
I always love the Naruto and Sasuke parallel shots
Just not up there for me
Number 18 - Guren - OP 15
Another OP I lowkey just disregard after watching all of them because we all know what follows this one
But it’s not bad at all
I love the split screens
And then it all comes together
Kakashi and Obito’s split screen looks amazing
Actually, all of their shots look amazing
The song goes well with the visuals
I love the colors they used
Seeing Madara is always a treat
The shot of the hokage is good
But uhhh
Yeah that’s about all I got
Number 17 - Newsong - OP 10
Don't kill me plez
A lot of people don’t like this OP
I can see where they’re coming from
But it's goofy and wacky, and honestly not so bad
It ain’t nowhere near top tier, but I can enjoy it more times than not
The part where they’re running and do a lil jump
That took me out when I first saw it
The animation is supposed to accompany the wacky feel, and I feel that the animators had a lot of fun with this one
Overall, I don’t dislike this OP like most
I actually like it
But admittedly, it’s not strong
It’s very cute tho
It makes me smile
That team jutsu though
What the hell
I don’t know how I feel bout that
Also B falling
That was a nice addition
Also also Sasuke refused to be a part of this wacky ass OP which I love
Number 16 - Niwaka Ame ni mo Makezu - OP 13
This OP is fine
It doesn’t really do anything for me until the 5 Kage are shown fighting Madara
Which looks great by the way
But also gives me storm 3 war flashbacks
It’s pretty overall
Like all the parts with Naruto look really good
The individual shots of the 5 Kage and Sasuke are meh
I don’t really care for that part
Overall, ehhh
Number 15 - Moshimo - OP 12
I’m not gonna lie
I totally forgot about this OP
It’s fine
Nothing really excites me
I do like 2 parts though
Where Ay tries to punch Minato and he gets out of the way to fist bump baby B
And when Naruto is in the middle and it zooms out to show Kushina and Minato behind him
The song is good
Overall, okay opening
I was torn over whether to put this one above or below OP 13, but I decided above because I like the ending part more
Number 14 - Toumei Datta Sekai - OP 7
Another OP I really slept on
A lot of people really adore this one but I just don't see it??
It takes a second to kick off
It really only gets started for real when we see Pain and the trio’s flashbacks
After that, it’s pretty good
The music picks up, the visuals start getting quite interesting
And that Pain v Naruto moment where they just stare at each other and it shows both faces
Looks amazing
And of course, Kakashi brings some spice into the mix
It’s always a great time when we can see him in action
Makes me wish we got the girls v Konan though
But yeah, the shot with Naruto falling in
From then on, it's incredible
Number 13 - LINE - OP 18
From here on, these OPs are just the ones I love
This OP is a major breather
The song is very slow and nice
Visually, I love the choice in focusing on one thing at a time
Once character at a time
It looks very nice
The little destiny shard flying around
And I love how there’s variants in who interacts with the shard at the very end
My favorite is Itachi because he gives the shard to us and I’m not crying you are
It’s really pretty too
Not much to say here
I just really like it
It’s not top tier, but it’s a great OP nonetheless
Number 12 - Closer - OP 4
THAT SHOT AT THE BEGINNING
Where everyone is looking back
I absolutely love it
I absolutely must know if the budget was actually blown on Hidan spinning his scythe
The shot looks great though
Another vibe kinda opening
The ending is so cute with Naruto jumping in the air
they did that to cover the gaping hole in our hearts
ASUMA WHY
Also I completely forgot there was a second version until I saw it while pulling up the link
First version is better
Number 11 - Lovers - OP 9
That beginning part with the camera cutting and focusing on the three
Yeah that right there is great
And the explosion behind Killer B
Love that shit
They really went all out for the aesthetic kinda look
And it really pays off because the OP looks very very good
The song is pretty good too
But I probably wouldn’t listen to it outside of what’s in the OP
Every shot with Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura on the divide is really good
Number 10 - Blood Circulator - OP 19
Ah the top 10
Another song that is hype asf
I honestly prefer the third version with Naruto and Sasuke
But even still, this OP is pretty great
It’s a lot better visually in the second version because there’s not a lot of lingering shots
I love the shots of Minato, Kushina, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, Itachi and Iruka
But I also love that the whole first version is summed up in no time in the second and we move onto better shots
But the third version is the best visually
With the fights and flashbacks
And the ending with Sasuke staring and Naruto crying and then they fight
That rasengan is great
But even still, all versions look pretty good
I really don’t have that much to say about this one
I enjoy it quite a lot
Number 9 - Hero’s Come Back!! - OP 1
Everybody and they mama be dancing to this I swear
It’s a bop and a half
Honestly what a great way to start the series
I’m bopping every time it comes on
And that shot of Gaara holding out his hand before he don’t feel so good
My heart
I mean, what else can I say about this one
It’s just great
3..2..1 MAKE SOME NOISE
Number 8 - Totsugeki Rock - OP 11
First things first
THE SONG????
IT’S A WHOLE BOP
EVERY TIME I HEAR IT
I GET SO HYPE
Naruto’s face at the beginning caught me off guard the first time I saw it
Visually, this OP isn’t bad at all
I actually really enjoy this OP a lot
It makes me dance and headbang lmao
I would say the song carries this one, but nah
The visuals really go well with the song
I really don’t have much to say about this one
It really is just so fun and hype
And I really love it
Number 7 - Kaze - OP 17
This OP is very pretty
It’s another one I slept on
It’s animated so well
All of the freeze frames we see are stunning
And it’s animated very well
Also long Kakashi segments always get extra points from me
And this one is gorgeous so even more points
I love the kinda traditional style they were aiming for with the textures
The cuts to the hand signs are good too
Also in sync with the music which y’all know I love
The aesthetics in general are just so lovely
NIGHT GUY YESSSS
HE LOOK AMAZING IN THIS STYLE
This OP has some of the best visuals in all of the OPs
I can’t even express how beautiful it looks
And seeing Minato and Rin slowly fade by as Obito falls and Kaguya is revealed
So good
The song goes well with the visuals too
The song in general slaps
Overall, very good
Number 6 - Distance - OP 2
YOU ARE MY FRIEND
Okay SUE ME, I’M A BITCH FOR DISTANCE OKAY
I just love this mcfuckin opening so much
It caught my attention when I first started watching Shippuden
And it’s very pleasing to look at
Also that “Thank you my friend”
Hits me every time
And overall it’s a vibe kinda opening
The walking scenes are the best
Not a lot going on on the eyes, but it still looks really good
Honestly, it’s probably my favorite OP, but it’s not the best OP
And I’m a sucker for the emotions
And this OP brings it hard
It’s definitely ranked higher than most would put it, but I can only put it so low
I love this OP so much
Number 5 - Karano Kokoro - OP 20
Holy fuck
This OP
Damn near brings me to tears every time
This OP was,,,,well,,the end
This was the conclusion of the story
And my goodness y’all
It still hits me in the feels
The visuals with this one carry it on home
It hits hard seeing everyone growing up
Let’s talk about the visuals shall we
Starting right from the beginning
Shikamaru just sitting as the music comes in
By the way, the music fits so well with everything
But yeah, seeing him just look up with this soft music just warming your heart
And then it cuts to the shogi board so we know exactly what he’s thinking about
Then to Sasuke
Sasuke
With everything that’s happened with him, just seeing him be able to just breathe
It’s everything y’all
And then we get to see Naruto’s stone face up there with the rest of the hokage and then to this lovely vibe
Naruto and Sasuke doing the hand sign that saved the world
"Tell me the story of your life"
That shit right there
They knew what they were doing when they chose this song y'all
InoShikaCho eating some barbeque
Kiba being loved to death by Akamaru and Hinata smiling
Do y’all see why this just makes me so happy yet?
Free Kakashi points
The shot of Naruto as hokage
That part got me good when I first saw it
And even a little now
Lee, TenTen, and Temari showing that they’ve still got it
The zoom in on InoShikaCho to Ino saving Sai
THE WHOLE EVOLUTION OF NARUTO AND SASUKE
THE HIGH FIVE
THE P I C T U R E
HOW ARE Y’ALL NOT CRYING
The story has finally come full circle
And there's finally peace
It’s just overwhelming happiness
I really love this OP so much
Number 4 - Blue Bird - OP 3
HABATAITARA MODORANAI TO ITTE
Blue Bird slaps
Visually, it’s absolutely incredible
Like that one part
Y’all know that part I’m talking about
Where Sasuke and Naruto do that parallel switch
*chefs kiss*
It’s just so good
AND THAT’S ONLY ONE PART
THE WHOLE THING IS JUST SO PERFECT
AND IT REALLY GOES SO WELL WITH THE SONG
Y’all better know by now how much I love the visuals synced with the music
And this song delivers on that
I know I have so much to say about this one, but I’m not gonna remember to say it until after I post
I prefer the second version (even though it’s just the same animation from Closer)
MEZASHITA NO WA
AOI AOI ANO SORA
Number 3 - Diver - OP 8
Let me get this out of the way
I LOVE Diver
It’s another OP that just always got my attention from the get go
They really calmed down with the visuals on this one
Instead opting to have the very pleasing gentle visuals that match so well with the song
And then he gets blasted out of the water and it gets SO GOOD UGH
All the hidden gems you don’t recognize until you rewatch it after seeing everything come together
I love that
And then Sasuke coming in to get all up in Naruto’s personal space just to fuckin chidori the shit out of him
It’s quite sad
But then his friends just lift him up
My heart
Then he wastes no time just rushing in to save Sasuke in the same 30 seconds as when Sasuke attacked him
It really shows his character
But also it was a whole direct reference to how Sasuke was looking over him back when he first left in the rain
That’s the subtle little hidden gems I love to see
Also the music just slaps so hard???
Like hello??
Who told y’all to make something so good????
And did I mention that I just love the visuals??
Number 2 - Sign - OP 6
EVERYBODY SHUT UP THIS IS MY SHIT
I REALIZE THE SCREAMING PAIN
HEARING LOUD IN MY BRAIN
BUT I’M GOING STRAIGHT AHEAD WITH THE SCAR
*drums going ham and guitar absolute shredding*
CAN YOU HEAR ME
CAN YOU HEAR ME
CAN YOU HEAR ME
SO AM IIIIIIIIIII
Okay now that that’s out of the way,,
THIS SONG FUCKING GOES HARD Y’ALL
IT’S SO HYPE
I am ashamed to admit that I used to sleep on this OP
Wait….
Both Sign and Silhouette have people turning to look at the camera-
And they’re both so good…
Dare I say…
Is this a….SIGN
I’ll leave now..
The opening part with Jiraiya and Naruto and then Sasuke and Itachi
My heart y’all please
AND THEN THE CHORUS
AND THE VISUALS
Y’ALLLL
ALL THE SHIT WAS GOING DOWN IN THIS ARC
AND THE VISUALS STILL GET ME HYPED TO THIS DAY
EVERY MOMENT IS JUST GREAT
There really isn’t a single second where I wanna look away
I can’t gush about this OP enough y’all
It’s so damn good
Also y’all know I gotta mention the hair whip
I’ve never felt pain like I did for Jiraiya and Itachi
It still hurts
But the OP
It’s just amazing
It still gives me goosebumps
UGH OKAY OKAY I’M DONE GUSHING
OR ELSE I’LL GO ON FOREVER
OKAY ONE MORE THING
But as I’m rewatching all of the OPs for this, I just fell all the way in love with the show again because of this OP
Number 1 - Silhouette - OP 16
Speaking of silhouette
We all been knew
From the get go, it’s just a blast
The song and visuals are a match made in heaven
Oh, and don’t think I won’t be gushing about them individually
Firstly
The song
KANA-BOON need to chill bruh
This song is SO GOOD
A BANGER
A BOP
WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT
THEY WENT TOO HARD ON THIS SONG
I DON’T UNDERSTAND
AND THE LOOK OF THE OP???
STARTING WITH EVERYONE TURNING TO THE CAMERA ONLY FOR OBITO TO SHATTER IT WITH HIS LOOK
TO THE WHOLE SERIES RECAP UP TO THAT MOMENT
IT’S AMAZING
I CAN’T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS Y’ALL
The colors pop
It’s so pleasing to the eye
All of the transitions and smooth animations
Like Obito and Madara aging up (and down)
The quick flash of baby Kakashi and baby Obito before we even see Madara’s aging transitions
Y’all know I love the camera focus/glitch effect and it’s used a lot here
Naruto’s aging up while running
The switch between the static look to the smooth look
And the pencil drawn kinda look
They really went so hard on this OP
MADARA’S BREAKDANCE MOVES AND FLIPS?!?!??!
Everyone getting the cloak
That shot of Rin spinning in time with the music
ALL OF THE FAST CUTS OF WHAT’S TO COME AS THE GUITAR FINISHES UP THE SONG
Everything is always synced perfectly with the music and it really just makes it so much better
Especially because the song is so fast paced
To match up the visuals with individual words and not just full measures or half measures
Like just one example
Obito walking and him aging up
All synced with the music
Y’all
I can go on about this opening FOREVER
It’s a true masterpiece
Right, well that's my ranking. Took many hours but I'm pretty happy with it for now.
My ranking will be completely new by tomorrow morning
But yeah please hit me up if you disagree/agree with the ranking. I love discussing these kinds of things with people!
This is starting to sound like a youtube outro
Also unfortunately no gifs to make the post pretty this time ;-; I'm having technical difficulties.
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Not So Different: Virgil x Reader
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Request: Can I get uhh new side (Pride?) Who is female and everyone is surprised and it's virgil x reader and lots of him being jealous even tho u aren't together and angst and him being the big spoon and stuff ty mwah (sorry if this is badly written I'm going on 1 hours of sleep in the past 2 days hahaha okay - @hhh-angels​
Summary: You are Thomas’s prideful side, and you immediately bond with Roman for obvious reasons. Virgil doesn’t like that very much…
Words: 1400+
Warnings: angst, jealousy
Author’s Notes: I hope you like this! There’s a few time-skips cuz I wanted it to be kinda slow-burn and build up the angst lol. (Also I’d just like to say there is no Roman hate here! He’s kinda viewed as the bad guy in this but I promise I love him plz don’t come after me)
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“Hi!” you pop up next to Roman, waving to Thomas. Everyone jumps, but you’re so happy to actually be here that you don’t mind their intense reaction. Deceit’s done a great job at hiding you for years, and you’re finally getting to reveal your existence.
You represent Thomas’s pride. You’re not really either a light or dark side, since pride can be used in so many different ways. Pride can be used for good, such as when Thomas is confident in his achievements, ideas, and sexuality. But if it gets too strong, it can become an issue. Excessive pride can lead to being self-absorbed, insensitive, and arrogant, and unfortunately that may be the reason you’re here.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Thomas asks.
“I’m your pride!” you grin. “But you can just call be Y/N,”
Roman looks you up and down, “But, why are you-?”
“A girl? I just felt like presenting myself this way. Do you need me to change?”
“No, no, of course not! We can sing Disney duets together!” You and Roman immediately start singing “A Whole New World.”
Virgil rolls his eyes.
Thomas stares in disbelief, “I’m still confused, why are you here? Where did you come from?”
“You tell me, Thomas,” you laugh, continuing to sing with Roman.
“Did you guys know about her?”
“Not particularly, no,” Logan and the other sides shake their heads.
“Virgil? Is she another dark side?”
“Not exactly,” he sighs. “But I- I should’ve been able to stop her,”
“Why?”
“Yeah, why, Virgil?” your singing stops and you meet his gaze.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to balance out Thomas’s ego with self-consciousness and insecurity,”
“Who needs that,” Roman scoffs.
“Actually, he does need it,” Logan corrects, pulling up a chart. “Think of it as a modified Yerkes-Dodson curve. With anxiety, one side of the extreme is complete carelessness, and the other is full-on panic. With pride, one side would be self-loathing, and the other would be narcissism. Ideally, everyone should be in the middle, having confidence in yourself but not so much that you become ignorant or put others down,”
“Is she here because…I’m on the second side?”
“Oh no…” Patton mumbles.
“Nonsense! I see nothing wrong with Y/N being here,” Roman objects, draping an arm around your shoulders. Virgil cringes a bit.
“Technically, Roman is correct,” Logan admits hesitantly. “As long as you don’t listen to her excessively, nothing detrimental will come of her presence,”
“Okay…” Thomas exhales.
“Her getting too close to Roman is what you really need to worry about,” Virgil grumbles.
“Hey! I thought you guys were past this?”
“Maybe not,”
“Well fine, Virgil, we’ll go if you have such a big problem with us,” Roman sneers, taking your hand and sinking down.
 -
 Over the next few weeks, you and Roman have become best friends. You’ve written approximately 15 musicals together now, sung every single Disney song multiple times, and have brainstormed millions of ideas on how to help Thomas achieve his dreams in the most extravagant way possible.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this obnoxious behavior,” Logan closes his book and slams it on the table. You and Roman are very loudly reenacting Hamilton in his room at the moment, and the noise is filling the entire mind palace.
“They’re just having fun, Logan!” Patton shrugs, playing some Go Fish with Virgil.
“Come on, Patton, you know Roman’s just going to corrupt her,” Virgil groans.
“Now, Virgil, I may have had my doubts before but there’s no need to be mean,”
“I’ve had it,” Logan stands up and stomps over to Roman’s door. “CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR THIRTY MINUTES?!”
With that, no one so much as breathes loudly for the rest of the day.
 -
 It’s probably way past midnight now, but you still can’t sleep. You head to the kitchen to grab a snack, jumping when you see Virgil there as well.
“What are you doing here?” you shriek.
“I could ask you the same thing,”
“I suppose so,” you grin, hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter. “I guess I wouldn’t mind the company,”
“I usually come down here to be alone,”
“Look, I know you hate me, but you could just kindly ask me to leave,”
“I don’t hate you,”
“You don’t?”
“No!” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Are you really so self-absorbed that you think if people aren’t all over you they hate you?”
“Excuse me?” you shoot back. “I’m pretty sure you directly said you didn’t want me around!”
“I did not say that. I said you need to be under control, and teaming up with Roman is not going to help that,”
“What’s wrong with Roman?”
“Can’t you see he’s using you? He only likes you because you’re so similar and you can sing princess songs with him!”
“And how is that bad, exactly?” you retaliate. “He’s the only one who’s been nice to me since I got here, so sorry if my choice in friends isn’t to your standards,”
“It’s just-“
“You know what, Virgil? I really thought we would get along. We both have the capacity for good and evil, and we both help to balance Thomas out. We have a lot more in common than you think,” you slide off the counter and walk out.
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 You and Virgil don’t speak for a while after that. Not that you talked a lot before, but that fight really solidified things. You can’t even make eye contact with each other, it’s like you’re not even there.
Roman keeps asking you what’s wrong, but you just shrug him off. How are you supposed to tell him that he’s part of the problem? That maybe if you weren’t so close, Virgil would consider talking to you?
You never meant any harm when you revealed yourself. You really thought you’d be able to get along with all the sides, but it seems that Roman’s the only one who celebrates who you are. Logan barely tolerates you, and that’s only when you’re not being obnoxious with Roman. Patton’s alright with you, but he gets a little jittery if you suggest anything that compromises his morals. And then there’s Virgil, and you know how that’s going.
You don’t really feel like you have to apologize, it’s not in your nature anyway, but you’re sick of having to avoid him all the time now. You need to talk to him again whether he likes it or not.
You swing open the door to his room without knocking and sit on the bed, “Hi,”
“Is privacy just something you don’t understand?”
“It appears so,” you laugh. “Look Virgil, I know you’re mad at me, and honestly I’m mad at you too, but I don’t want to be anymore,” You take a deep breath, “I like you. I wish we had a better start, but I’m willing to start over,”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” you scoot closer to him. “And I told Roman to leave us alone for the rest of the day, so don’t worry about him,”
“You didn’t have to do that,”
“I know I didn’t. But I did. So do you want to hang out or not?”
“I guess so-“ before he can finish, you grab his hand and drag him out of his room to the main area of the mind palace.
“You pick a movie, I’m gonna go steal some of Patton’s cookies,” Virgil watches you, stunned, before flopping on the couch and scrolling through the selection. He starts one as you sit down next to him, handing him some cookies.
“Just want to make sure, you actually want to hang out with me?”
“Yes, Virgil. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked,” you drape a blanket over the two of you and settle in.
As the movie goes on, you subconsciously rest your head on his shoulder. He stiffens immediately and you jerk back up.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-“
“N-no, it’s fine,” he releases his breath. “I’m just…not used to people doing that,”
By the time the movie’s over, you’re fully asleep and Virgil freezes again, unsure what to do. Should he carry you to your room? Leave you here to sleep? Wake you up?
He slowly wraps his arms around your waist and lies down with you, being careful not to make any sudden movements. Despite his efforts, you squirm a bit in your sleep, but thankfully you don’t open your eyes. He fits his chin in the crook of your neck and dozes off himself.
He knows you didn’t have to give him a second chance, but you did. You were right, you weren’t so different after all, and he’ll always be thankful for the opportunity to be something more to you.
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1/3 Hey, so this is gonna be my last message before the “big reveal” tomorrow 😁 I would love to know if you have a guess or if you’re totally clueless 👀 But yeah I feel like Coachella has nice aesthetics online but probably falls flat irl. (I still wanna go tho 🤷🏻‍♀️) And the story of your friend meeting her bf in a moshpit is so endearing haha I love it! 😄
2/3 I’m glad I could give you a nice distraction with that question and I’m laughing very hard at some of your answers. Like NHS being the epitome of the duality of man and XY not listening to music at all. That’s actually more evil than anything else he’s ever done 😂 Like I can excuse homicide but I draw the line at hating music 😂😂
3/3 So because tomorrow is NYE, my last question to you is what you think each character would be doing during a NYE party? Like who’s the host? Who misses the countdown because they’re already asleep? Who is black out drunk by 11pm? Who stays awake until 8am? -CC🐇
Ahh the big reveal!! I'm really sad to see this ending tbh, I enjoyed it so much and I can only hope you did so, too💖 (also I haven't appreciated it yet but I love love love you signing off with the lil bunny emoji)! Anyways, I do have a teeny tiny guess who you might be but it could be totally wrong so I won't reveal it (yet)😂
I love the fact that I could make you laugh!! I actually had a Xue Yang exchange student once (the not listening to music, NOT the murder part) and I literally cannot comprehend how somebody could NOT listen to music?? How do you live?? It kinda suits the list of "things Xue Yang does that are incomprehensible to me" which also includes murder, deception, and willingly working for Wen Ruohan.
Now the NYE question! Another great one, I love sharing (and annoying people with) my headcanons!
So, let's start!
The host would probably be Lan Xichen. He originally wanted to have a little party with Lan Qiren, Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian's siblings to kind of make them familiar with each other but then WWX was like "but Nie Huaisang is like a brother to me!! And so is Wen Ning!! Oh, and then we have to invite Wen Qing and Nie Mingjue as well, and if Jin Guangyao is excluded he won't be happy about that- and while we're at it, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen would like to come too!" and so Lan Xichen gives up, uninvites Lan Qiren and organizes a bigger party with the help of Jiang Yanli (LXC is responsible for the location, invitations and decoration and JYL coordinates/makes most of the food). Wei Wuxian immediately declares himself responsible for the music and Jiang Cheng pretends to be annoyed by it but is secretly happy it's no Lan doing it.
(for the sake of the story, the juniors will not be actively participating. Let's just assume they're small, A-Yuan is with Granny Wen, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen are with their families and Jin Ling is actually not born yet, however JYL is pregnant with him)
The party already starts a little disastrous because Lan Qiren is pissed he was uninvited so he just... shows up there and WWX is SHOCKED. But then the rest of the guests start to arrive and he has no time to be shocked anymore because he has to greet them.
The first to arrive is Jin Zixuan, who is actually glad to escape his father's party for once. So glad that he even puts up with WWX being there. He immediately offers to help with setting the table and getting out the food so that a) he can help his pregnant wife and b) he doesn't have to be so close to WWX.
Jiang Cheng is next, he wanted to be there earlier but he had to endure a rant from his mother about how he "rather celebrates with WWX than your actual family" and so he already... isn't in the best mood, but is he ever? He immediately gets himself a drink.
Jin Guangyao arrives on his own, and demonstratively takes a seat in the opposite corner of Jin Zixuan because their relationship is... not the best. But Jin Zixuan is determined not to let that ruin the party that Jiang Yanli co-organized.
Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen come at the very second the party is supposed to start, and Wei Wuxian laughs at them for it.
Wen Qing and Wen Ning arrive together, obviously, they're siblings and Wen Ning doesn't have a license.
Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue come last, and somehow Nie Huaisang is already tipsy. Not even Nie Mingjue has an idea how he managed that.
Okay, now to the ACTUAL party and the answer of your questions:
Lan Qiren is the first to leave. He makes it until around 9:30pm, he is only there because of spite and at that point he's SO annoyed by everyone, even his nephews, that he just vanished again with a sour look on his face.
The first one to get blackout drunk is, surprisingly, Jiang Cheng. He doesn't accept that Wei Wuxian can hold more liquor than he can and thus, he drinks as much as his brother does even though Jiang Yanli tells him to stop REPEATEDLY. In the end, he's drunk exactly the same amount as Wei Wuxian but is considerably drunker when Jiang Yanli ushers him off to a side room around 10pm. Nie Huaisang offers to stay with him with a smug look on his face that goes unnoticed by everyone except Lan Wangji, who doesn't comment on it.
Jin Guangyao spends the evening tiptoeing around Lan Xichen and blushing every time he speaks to him. Lan Xichen ends up being the first to dance, and Jin Guangyao almost dies when he is asked to join. At some point, Nie Mingjue snatches Lan Xichen's attention and Jin Guangyao looks at him screaming bloody murder.
Wen Ning actually gets a lot more outgoing when he is drunk, but he also knows his limits. He and Wen Qing join Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen on Jin Guangyao's corner table (that he left in order to dance) and they tell him stories about being rogue cultivators that make his heart YEARN. Notably, Wen Ning is also the first one to start with dessert because he simply skips every other course.
Jiang Yanli can and does not drink, and Jin Zixuan wants to make it easier for her by not drinking either, even though she insists he do. Jin Zixuan, much to the surprise of everyone, disappears to the side room around 11:30 and is the one to sleep through midnight. The side room has been cleared of Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang since around 10:50, which was when they both reappeared suspiciously flushed and started dancing pretty suggestively. Wei Wuxian thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever seen and takes videos and pictures until Lan Wangji confiscates his phone.
Jin Guangyao is, at some point, shortly before Jin Zixuan disappears, so drunk that he is about to call his father and yell at him but when Lan Xichen gives him attention he's fine again. Lan Xichen is basically glued to Nie Mingjue's side though, and while Jin Guangyao side-eyes him at first, he soon finds out that drunk!JGY and drunk!NMJ are super well compatible. Lan Xichen feels particularly brave and drinks a glass of wine, after which the three of them are in the mood to become blood brothers and swear and oath to never leave each others' side.
Wei Wuxian snatches Wen Ning from his table around 11:30 and convinces him to dance, which ends in a frankly ridiculous dance battle between the two that Jiang Cheng films until Jiang Yanli takes his phone away.
Wen Qing keeps talking to Xiao Xingchen about medical procedures because it turns out that he also knows stuff about medicine, which she is studying. Song Lan meanwhile goes off and gets Nie Huaisang from the dance floor to chat with him about... things.
Jiang Cheng convinces Jiang Yanli to dance. By then, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are about the same level of drunk and they love each other very much and are very touchy and vocal about it. They make Jiang Yanli dance around with them arm in arm and she thinks it's so sweet that she's nearly in tears (damn those hormones).
Around 11:45, Wei Wuxian has the brilliant idea to dance a polonaise. At this point, Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji are the only ones to still be sober. Everyone joins them, and they even get Wen Qing and Xiao Xingchen away from their intense™ medical talk.
It's almost midnight! Jiang Yanli goes looking for Jin Zixuan who is in a very deep sleep and she decides not to wake him. Lan Xichen and his boyfriends new blood brothers go get the fireworks and hand everyone one of those spark throwing sticks which I don't know the name of in English.
At 11:55, they all gather outside and Wen Qing holds a very serious speech about the importance of new beginnings that she improvised because she can (also because she's a little drunk, too).
Wen Ning and Song Lan are the ones to keep track of the time. Problem is, their watches show different times and by the time they figure out the simplest solution, which is to look at a phone (Xiao Xingchen suggests this is a very dry tone) it is two seconds to midnight. They don't even have time to prepare themselves, they just fall/stumble into hugs and Jiang Yanli gets the champagne and the orange juice for her and Xichen, who does not want to drink more.
Problem is, Wei Wuxian is determined to have a shot with Lan Xichen and he does not stop until he gets his way. After that, Lan Xichen falls head first onto the table and Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue carry him off to the side room before they take their leave (Jin Guangyao is unwilling, but Nie Mingjue insists on taking Nie Huaisang home because he's had a little too much and without either Xichen and Mingjue it's boring for JGY).
Lan Wangji half-carries both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng home around 3pm. The others, except for Jiang Yanli, left around 2. Unfortunately (for LWJ), Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng have made the decision to take the party to WWX' and LWJ's place and they are the ones to stay up until 8am. Including LWJ, who isn't even that tired when Jiang Cheng has collapsed on the couch and he can finally take WWX to bed.
Awkwardness ensures when Lan Xichen and Jin Zixuan wake up next to each other the next morning.
Bruh, this got LONG again. Honestly I love stuff like this so so much haha, nobody ever reads it which is sad but I enjoy writing it!! I hope this somehow answered your question, since it was more of a description of the party than their roles :')
See you tomorrow for the big reveal, CC!💗
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LOVE ISN'T JUST A HEART SHAPE (I)
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Genre: Angst
Character: Baekhyun x reader (aera)
A/N: this is my first fic, and yes i know there are A LOT of grammar mistake, but bear it please :)
“how do you know if she loves you?”
“she holds you even in the dark, she searches for you even when you lost. She only sees you eventhough she is blind. See her eyes, and saw your reflection on it. If there is, there is.”
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Birds chirping, sun is up. Everyone in rush to do their activities. Its an hour before the bell ringing, but you on the other hand, just chillin’ walking in quiet corridor. There’s just been a few student, because who would have been in school one hour before seven? Crazy people. And you’re on of it. But you like it though. You don’t like to be rushed every morning, running to the almost-closing gate like your life depend on it, but it does depend on it. Duh
You closed the window, not letting a single wind come in. You didnt like the breeze of wind caressed your cheeks. You once heard someone saying. “the falling leaves, doesn’t hate the wind” and for you that was the most powerful quotes you ever known. Because, why the leaves let themselves being fallen by the wind? Yeah you know, its their fate already, its written to fall at some point, but you know? Maybe it may live a little longer, if the wind doesn’t come. So why the leaves wants, or let themselves being played by the wind? You just don’t get it. You don’t want to be like that. You want to be what you want, you want to be independent. You want to be the tree itself. You want to be yours. Make a future and catch your dream.
Lost in your thought, you heard a wistle, a sign that the gate will be close soon. People keeps running, faster right now, not wanting to be punished. Maybe clean the toilet, or weep the entire corridor, or pick the grass. A whole of it. You never did, cause you absolutely the 1 out of 10 people, who came earliest in this school. You just watched it, how people shouted and rushed. And there it is. One guy, who tucked his hand on his pocket jeans. Never buttoned his clothes, wearing some black t-shirt, metalica as it written. Red hair mullet all over his head. Does he has piercing on the lips? Or maybe you just imagine it?
Despite the ruckus before 7am, he doesn’t bother. He just walk, like its some paris runaway. Bags in the shoulder. You tilted your hand, waiting for the next to happened.
“BYUN BOY! ANOTHER LATE, YOU WILL MOP THE ENTIRE CORRIDOR” shouted Mr. Choi. Heck, you can even hear him eventhough you are in the second floor.
He still silent. Face never waver, calmly walking.
“PLUS THE TOILET”
You saw him approached Mr. Choi, saying something you couldn’t comprehend. And Mr. Choi going stiff. He gave a pat on Mr.Choi’s shoulder, and walked past him. Your eyes never leaving him. And the boy suddenly stopped. And see straight to you. You didn’t know what to do, or say, you just blankly see his eyes. And you two suddenly have eyes battle, who turns his head first, becomes a loser. And then he smirked, a mocking one indeed, but you felt your heart skipped a beat. Then you turned your head to hide your blush. Yup, he knows exactly to be a winner.
What a coincidence to make a day, you thought.
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Its lunch break. You like to eat in the rooftop. Its quieter than in the cafetaria. Sometimes you hang out with your friends, but some other times, like today, you like being alone in the rooftop. You sit on the rusty bench in the corner, your favourite spot. With a lime juice and an earphone to listen whatever you want to listen. Then you found him. Sleeping peacefully. Hands on the back of his head, legs swinging. You could saw the rustle of wind upon his hair. Although his hair colour a bit too much, red as wine, doesn’t lessen his beauty. How god sculptured his jawline, a sharp to the edge. His eyebrow, perfectly framed the outline of his eyes. His eyelashes, longer than yours. His nose, pointed and small. And his lips, oh gosh his lips . Plumped enough to make you feel something inside you burning by the thought of it.
“like what you see?” he suddenly spoke. You taken aback, knowing that ke knows that you watched him this entire time.
“w-what see?” you stuttered
“oh, playing the innocent one I assume” he saying while he smile. That mocking smile is on again. You couldn’t handle it.
“shut up” you then planning going to the cafetaria
“was the juice for me? You, stalker” he said again, and yes, mocking.
“I. am. Not. A. stalker.” Abrupty you stopped in the middle, then face him.
“said someone who stalked me since morning” said him, without opening his eyes.
“I don’t!” and you walked fast, down the stairs. Annoyed by your words. Leaving him behind all alone in the spacious rooftop.
“hmm, cute” said him, still smiling. He got new toys to played with.
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Then every lunch break, you always spotted him in the same spot. Sleeping. Its been 2 months since your first encounter with him, and you always being late to be the first one on those spot. You never talked to him again since, it just get on your nerves everytime you saw him. And yes, neither he sleeping or mocking you. And that was the last thing you want to do, to ruin your day.
He always wore the same shirt, or maybe he just like those black metalica shirt, which you don’t know whats good in it. You don’t really like rock to be honest, you like some sad song, a mellow ones. It calms you everytime.
But today, its an exceptional day. You didn’t find him there. You feel disappointed. Just a bit. What the hell you feel disappointed for? Its good right? You had your spot again. You can play the song again, and maybe you can sing a bit. Maybe youre not the brightest voice out there, but its just enough to be crowned as restroom singer, you guess? Just singing to yourself.
You walked to his your spot, then noticing something under the trees. A strawberry milk, with notes on it.
“lime sucks” its written. You know from who it is. You just wondering, what the hell he do that? You are not even describe as acquintance let alone a ‘close’ ones. You just talked once, even then not in the good terms. So why would he do that? You don’t know his intention either.
The you sit, in the spot he used to sit. Now you know why he loved the spot very much, cause you can feel the wind past you. You can see the building accross your school, could see the sky full of hues blue. Could hear the sound of the bird and traffic somewhere over. This spot was the best. Because its his spot. Someone in the back of your head say it, not loud. Nope, it can be. It just nice here. You said, more to convincing yourself. Nicer if he’s here. Someone said again, now you had enough of pep talks, or rather the voice battle inside your head, so you head down to the cafetaria.
After few stepped, you got back to bring the strawberry milk. You don’t like it tho, but you can give it to your friends.
As you didnt know, the stars has already written your fate. Or rather, you and his fate. Someone ever said, one choice led to another. So does it. It led to another story that just begun, maybe a story you could tell to your kids 10 years from now, or maybe.. a story you want to erased badly. A story that shouldn’t be begin from the start. But here you are, walking into your fate. Just like fallen leaves, met its wind.
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riskeith · 3 years
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hi babe, hope you slept well.. ♥️
answering on the phone is just *takes screenshots* *opens tumblr app* *switch between screenshots and answering* do you also put on my messages on the laptop and answering with your phone usually, because that’s what i do lmao sjshdks. thank god for technology.
(I LOVE BEING CALLED BRO.. i believe that i would’ve been a dudebro in another life tbh..) there is? i’m not super immersed in the fandom actually so i had no idea, do you have any examples? ofc only if you wanna talk about it i know these topics can sometimes be annoying to think about. also you’re right! ‘don’t like don’t read’ is the law. follow it. i can’t believe how some people have the nerve to talk about what other people do creatively... yikes
you should if you ever find yourself not knowing what to read! i think their fics were some of my first in the fandom and they set the bar so high hehe. dude i love how oikawa just wants to see kageyama burn it’s so funny..... he’s so cocky about it while kageyama’s just his moody self. speaking of; one of my fave fics of yours is the swapping jerseys one!
WTF 😭 BABY POOLS AND POOL FLOATIES..... razor please come back to us please. sidenote but do you also think that his powers are 5 star level? hes soo powerful it’s so odd how he’s only 4 star haha... or maybe it’s just me being biased.
YEAH! THE SAVING SCENE IS SO AHHHHH. god especially if they have dialogue while person a is hurting and person b just spills all their feelings and becomes so erratic and scared and person a is like holy shit you love me.... and after everything is okay there’s still some awkwardness and tension and aaa.... 💢💔
OOO. sadly the ps5 is always out of stock it’s crazy how fast it sold out. but i mean it makes sense it’s arguably the most popular console so.. hopefully they restock soon. last of us is such a fun game! and the second part is ~gay~ which is always a plus. i’m not sure which memes you mean? tell me 👁 HAHA that makes sense actually omg... lumine and aether reunion won’t happen until like two years if the updates keep coming the way they are (STOP THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO FUNNY.... like hello if you want to unlock the rest of the story you either gacha $pin for it or you imagine it yourself love ♥️😗) talking about this makes me wonder what the other worlds might look like....
your followers are just here to witness us planning our co-op date sjsjdkdjskz. speaking of,,, hehe. i have some fantastic news. i’m at ar level 11 right now and co-op unlocks at level 16... i might just reach that tomorrow (today for you) so i’m just saying hehehehehehehehehehehe.... 😏♥️
BOWL CUT. my cutie little baby. also mullet? sounds nice omg you will probably rock that look... 😳 i’m a non mullet supporter but if cluna has a mullet then call me a yeehaw mullet lover i suppose. can’t believe my wife is a cowboy. OMG YEAH IT MUST FEEL SO NICE your head went bzz bzz. how long did it take for them to accept it? and yeah god ikr some people take hair so seriously which is fair but also i’ve never understood it... like it grows out..? wow you really went from a ballet girl to punk rock style huh. i feel like you’re the both sides of the ‘she was a punk she did ballet’ meme.
memo fic is a jealous fic? mmm smells good. I FIGURED jshdjdkhsjs slow songs are just not your forte, huh? rip. langst is the best yet worst thing ever tbh. and YEAH I DO we’re truly 🤝 ok literally mood sometimes it’s just nice to talk about how much you love a character through another character in a fic yk? so what if this 2k fic contains 1k words about how beautiful oikawa looks? it’s what iwa feels <3 (YOU’RE LEARNING!!!!!!! THATS SO EXCITING!! i guess you just have to drive me around, huh?)
oh i’m in love i’m with that fic my girl. and i knew about that spoiler it’s kind of hard to miss it since it’s everywhere skdhdkdhdk... god, that sounds so good thank you for sharing it. pining iwaizumi hajime >>>>>>>> the air i need to exist 🥺 
THE DAY IS SO SOON CLUNA, it’s literally here soooo soon holy shit i just can’t wait. i played for almost 6 hours today in a row like an idiot and now i never wanna see hilichurls again in my life but hey, one step closer to my baby. prepare yourself.. 😏
AWWW i had a feeling you’d be a tea person. but omg tea effects your sleep? how late is too late for you to drink it? what’s your favorite flavors? 👁 and i’m addicted to both shdkdhsks. i say addicted bc i literally have 6 cups of tea per day easily and like.. 1 or 2 coffee cups per day. it’s really bad but i can’t stop so.. 🙇🏽‍♀️
COLLEGE BOYFIES CLUNA. COLLEGE BOYFIES WITH DIP DYE HAIR. imagine them doing each other’s make up and nails before going to concerts together. imagine xiao in euphoria kind of make up. holy shit. here’s something for your overwhelmed heart jsdhjshska. xiaoven soulmates girl, no doubt about it. THE EDIT THE EDIT THE EDIT!!!! they just look so beautiful. we need scenes with them like Asap. the edit is based on a fic... notes down.
can’t wait to see your screenshots. super excited!!
xo, m.a. (i almost wrote my name down in a haste shshskdjdk... although you’ll find it out soon...)
hiya!! i slept alright~ ahaha
:o that’s smart! but no i don’t LOL whether i’m on my phone or my laptop i just continuously scroll up and down fhdskjfkhsdf i think that’s why i come close to missing some paragraphs some times oops. yay for the ~wonders of technology~
(AIGHT NICE AHAHHA fhsdkjfsh does that mean you’re a bit of a tomboy?) actually coincidentally i came across this thread: https://twitter.com/maxatsuomi/status/1350145589296685057 which gives you an idea lmao (also some things on there i wasn’t even aware of wtf) EXACTLY??? it’s even worse when non content creators try to come for content creators like?????????/ um you’re getting all this food for FREE and yet?????? lmfao the nerve of some people
i def will!! FKJSHFDSKJ yeah that do be their dynamic lolol. and thank you!! i too think i snapped on that one 😩😩 glad others agree ahahah
i actually haven’t really seen him in combat... and when we could trial him i was too busy trying to pass the quests to focus on how he fought fhdkfhsdkfjshf but i do think his abilities are cool!! he have wolf above head 🥺
YEAHHH BOYEEEEEEEEEEE god that reminds me of a scene from a drarry fic (What We Pretend We Can't See wink wonk)
oh damn!! hope they restock soon for your sake~ yissss ive watched a playthrough and omg lev.... my Son. i don’t think i can find the memes again but it was just about the bugs like how if you throw a grenade on the highway everyone will run out of their cars like a flashmob or something hfskfhsdjfkds. (LMAOOOOO) there’s actually a trailer with the other worlds! https://youtu.be/TAlKhARUcoY (it has spoilers tho supposedly lol. none we understand rn at least)
hdsfkhjs. omg you absolute legend!!!! but i also hope that you’re taking care of yourself and prioritising the important things too fhsfhdksdhf. but i am excited hehehehehe
AHHAAHKFHDSKJFSD pls... once i saw someone with an actual proper mullet on the bus and i was like “ew... keith would look like this irl?” FJSDHKFSAHKDASHDFSDJFKJFDSHFKJS. but what can i say i got influenced by all the kpop bois 😔 and hmmm idk? i think my dad didn’t care too much but ik my mum did/does fhsfskfsdfhkf so who knows lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. IT REALLY DOES GROW OUT LMAO LIKE. fhkshkfsdkj my cousin called me a rockstar when she saw it LOL so you’re prob right 🤪
yeah slow songs really just. aren’t LMAO ‘behind this mask of mine’ was based on a slow bts song and i put it in the playlist i had for it (bc obviously) but i wanted to skip it every time hfksjdhfskjdfhskfdkfhkslfhadksfjsdjhfkashkfjsdh. EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!! you are so correct. (hehehe i was gonna say that too that you don’t need to drive bc it’ll take you around 😏 LMAO)
fhkdsj thank!! legit pining iwa.......... more like pining ME mayhaps i just be self projecting 🤪🤪
lolol dw i can fight the hilichurls for you 😩 also who’s your fave enemy to fight! i used to like fighting the treasure hoarders most but the hilichurls are cute.. FHSKJDHFSDFKJSD plus i need their fucking masks my god why are their drop rates so shit hfsdhjfks
i’m not too sure actually? i’ve never been up early enough to test it but i like drinking tea like after dinner... which is the problem AHAHA. hmm well i like matcha a lot LOL but also chai? and then like black tea.... all the other ones too... i used to drink some fruity ones which were nice but we have a lot of the like basic chinese ones at home too and i enjoy those as well lol. wbu?? omg.... m.a........... dfhksdfkjhfkjshfksjd that’s a lot!!!!!!! do you even need to drink water then HKDSJFHKSDFHDKDSHFJKSDH
omg............. ive never seen euphoria LOL but ............. omg ...................... i cannot process thoughts rn.....
xoxo!! c.r. (you mean bc we’ll be playing co-op? you don’t have to if you’re uncomfy fhdskjf my genshin name was literally ‘aether’ up until yesterday FHDFHSDKFSDFJSHFKSDF)
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streetgxth · 4 years
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you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to
rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!
ok so i am fashionably late to doing this (very on brand for me) but i really wanted to do it so here we are. extra special thank you to @himbocalum for tagging me in this. out of all my 8 years of being on tumblr this is my first tag game can you believe? anyways lets go this is gonna be a little long and so if i can’t figure out how to put this up as a read more then i apologize. feel free to come talk to me about any of these songs or bands i'd be more than happy to chat!!
1. graveyard souls - crown the empire: i love this band so fucking much ooooomg y'all don't even know. this song goes so hard and dave and andy's vocals on it... yes. also "just shut your eyes and remember you're never alone" i'm emo about it and always will be thnx
2. teenagers - my chemical romance: speaking of emo lmao. this right here a fucking emo kid classic. this song is fun af and i love my chem v much
3. bury a friend - billie eilish: i don't care i'm gonna say it. this is a great fucking song and the vibes are immaculate especially the bridge like are you kidding? i love the horror movie energy of it so much
4. nightmare - halsey: MY MF WIFE omg i love miss halsey with my whole heart. she really went tf in on this one and for that i thank her. she sounds so powerful on this one and i just- yes
5. horizon - bad seed rising: rip to this band they not dead just broken up :( anyways i love their singers voice here and lyrics on this one feel very hopeful and the song kinda makes me think of spring time for some reason? i don't know but it's a great song
6. the fallout - crown the empire: once again I LOVE THIS BAND especially this song bc it was the first one i ever heard by them and that made me love them from the start. it has a special place in my heart for that fact and even tho it's not an emotional song it makes me emotional bc of the memories i have with it. so yeah an amazing song i love the theatrics of it and the breakdown!!! pure fuego
7. kids in love - mayday parade: this one really throws me back to the start of my emo days. i listened to this song bc it was the basis of a 5sos one shot djskdhdjd. ANYWAYS love this song it's a bop and i listen to it every time it comes on shuffle
8. rest in piss - old wounds: oof we really getting into the diversity of my music taste with this one. so basically what this song is saying is FUCK FASCISM!!! and i agree. this song goes crazy and i love it and i love his voice and i love this band
9. voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer: this song is a bop! such a throwback to my early emo days as well. self titled era was a Time™ and i've lowkey been missing it
10. choker - beach goons: this song is pretty short and simple but i love her bc it was the first song i heard by this band and i immediately fell in love with them. i miss them so much as well. nothing happened to them just thinking about seeing them live
11. untouchable - motionless in white: i fucking love motionless in white holy fuck. i will say that this is a song by them i'm more neutral towards like she's good and all but i don't love it like some others songs by them
12. detox - darke complex: another one of my absolute favorite bands and i'm still sad about them breaking up. ugh this song is so fucking good i love it so much. the bridge on this *chefs kiss* they did not have to snap so hard like damn!!
13. autumn leaves - ed sheeran: i don't listen to him v much anymore but this song still hurts. it's so pretty and the first time i heard it i cried (which partly may or may not have been bc once again it was the basis for a fic i was reading djsjskdjfk)
14. blasphemy - bring me the horizon: another song i'm a bit more neutral towards but still really enjoy this band. oli sounds great on this song tho i love his voice
15. breathe in, breathe out - set it off: I LOVE THIS BAND AHHH!! you know how some bands really aren't THAT great when they first start one which is fine but like set it off is hardly one of those bands. this is an older song by them and like they've just always been so fucking good and i love that about them
16. lucky strike - troye sivan: my mf baby troye omg. this song is a certified bop! it's so catchy and fun and he sounds so good on it. ugh i love my son
17. concrete - as it is: my other son!! I know patty walters is not the only member but i do have a special place for him in my heart so! anyways this song launches me into my sophomore year omg. i listened to this song a lot and it's just such a pure pop punk song imo and i just love it
18. fountain of youth - cane hill: this brings me back to summer 2016 which ugh one for the books y'all such a good summer. but uh yeah this song is sick i love me some good metalcore
19. all i see is gold - bridgit mendler: y'all we failed bridgit she was the unproblematic pop girlie that we needed!! this song is just stunning she sounds amazing and the energy of this song is just so real and you can really feel the tension in it
20. winter - pvris: i love pvris!!! this song lyrically isn't that fun but overall sonically it's so bouncy and upbeat and i love songs like that especially ones by pvris bc i adore lynn's voice
if you’ve already done this pls just ignore this of course but if you haven’t then go ahead and do it if you’d like: @reddestdesert @fourdrunksluts @malumsmermaid @calsbunny @babyboyafi @killmytyme ​ @wheniminouterspace ​ @singledadharrington ​ @jizzhands ​ @daftprettyboyys
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rosesanthology · 4 years
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bb it's fine rlly! Then do you mind if I request no. 24 {the protection of laughter} with nishinoya..? angst w happy ending pls tysm! 💕
I-i dont think requests are for me with the way my anxiety and hyperfocus made me write this right away🤡 HOWEVER i present to you this text, hoping that you like it nevertheless even tho i can barely do angst (my heart is weak okay) (◡‿◡✿)
- Warning : not proofread sry
- Prompt : the protection of laughter
- Character : Nishinoya
- Songs : • Smile by Nat King Cole
                • Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber
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- the sound of wind chimes always reminded you of your boyfriend
- carefree and somehow relaxing, his very being always synonymous with good windy days
- you had been in a relationship with Nishinoya for a few months now
- he was really sweet and he never failed to have you smiling on the gloomiest days
- though you'd want to be able to hug him more often
- the last time you did was 5 months ago before you had to go back to your city for school
- long distance relationships weren't easy but with Noya, you both were sure that you could make it work
- "i ASSURE YOU that i cannot smell your new cologne thru the screen Yuu" you said, trying your best not to choke from laughter at your boyfriend's antics while on the facetime call
- "but what if i....tried ? (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧"
- you : *SNORTS*
- he really loved to make you laugh, it made his heart warm in way that almost made it feel like you were with him in that moment
- almost
- he knew that you two were busy with school but that knowledge didnt make the sadness in his eyes disappear whenever he had to end the call to go to practice
- Nishinoya wanted you to be with him physically too
- one time you spent a good 3 hours convincing him not to drop out from Karasuno and apply to your school on an impulse
- he always looked forward to your texts and video calls, dropping everything for you (figuratively AND literally)
- his favorite thing to do was staying up late at night with you on the phone, muffled giggles and low voices, while you talked about the future together
- so why ?
- "Yuu....let's break up" you had just told him that one day over the phone
- he was so excited to tell you about how volleyball practice went in preparation for the big match he had in two weeks and yet you hit him with that
- "you're joking right ?"
- he was hoping you'd start laughing and wash away his anxiety but his blood ran cold the second he heard you trying to contain your sobs thru the phone
- "i think it's for the best"
- was every promise you made all for nothing ?
- all this time was he the only one who fell in love ? Yes he had heard about how there always was one clown in a relationship but he thought that maybe....
- he thought that with you it was different
- "i need some time sorry" he said, sounding more harsh than usual, almost regretting hanging up when he heard you jump at the sound of his tone
- it was the first time in months that he had fallen asleep feeling so let down
- you on the other hand were not doing so well either
- you had been going thru a hard period with school grades, your friends, your club and family
- you always made time for him but you didn't feel like being a burden to him by talking about this kind of things
- you didn't want  your wind chimes to somehow sound sad, and especially over you
- so you chose to make it quick
- breaking off what you had felt like the only way to keep him from dropping his whole life for you
- after all he had a bright future, even without you in it, he's find a way to shine as he always did
- a week passed by, and then another,
- Noya had been skipping class and picking fights again, snapping more often at his teammates even though he never really meant it
- he just felt frustrated that now he had to go on without your goodmorning texts or memes
- he couldn't get used to it
- it was so sudden
- as sudden as the date of the match
- it all came really fast and in no time, he was standing at the doors of the gymnasium, with the rest of the team, the noises of the crowd not even hyping him as they did
- "hey man are you alright ?" Tanaka asked, sensing that his best friend was out of it, as they made their way onto the big court
- sure he felt sad but he wasn't going to lose either, no way
- "Yeah !" He shot his taller friend a smile and with that they started warming up, hearing the cheers as the opposite team entered as well
- he couldn't help but look up into the crowd
- he wasn't really sure of what he expected
- but he almost threw up from shock at what he saw
- there you were, in the crowd, looking a little distressed but still as beautiful as you were typing away at your phone
- he couldn't believe it
- why were you there ? Didnt you not like him anymore ? Was he just hallucinating ?
- his heart almost jumped right out of his chest when you looked up and locked eyes with him
- and even with a hesitant smile and wave his rage to win came flooding thru his body, ready as ever
- the match went amazingly well
- Karasuno won and Nishinoya was pretty sure that he hadn't let any ball touch the floor during  the last set
- everytime they'd win a point he'd look up at your expression of admiration and all exhaustion left his body
- in the end he was still extasic to see you even after you technically broke up with him
- it was just 2 weeks he never stopped loving you
- and he was sure that he'd never do
- so he ran outside expecting to meet you somewhere on the stairs and as he predicted, there you were
- it was a mistery how you didn't hear him but he took it as his chance to tackle you into a hug
- you pulled away and looked at his smile, as radiant as ever, it made your heart hurt to see him like this after your attempt at cutting him off
- "Yuu i-"
- "before you say anything...how did i look on the court huh ? Better than the other team's setter right ? (◡‿◡✿)"
- and you laughed
- and once again his heart melted
- it was like he fell in love all over again
- you would talk about what was the reason for you wanting to break up with him and get thru whatever it was together
- he'd do anything to protect what you had and he was going to make sure of it
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satanschild01 · 4 years
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Painful Melody Part 2
Songs Referenced:
I took a pill in a ibiza ~ Mie Bonser remix
Circles ~ Post Malone
Part 1  Part 2  Part 3
Word Count: 1752
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A month has gone by since getting the acceptance letter for U.A. When I called my dad it went the same as every other conversation goes with him on the phone
“...hello?” my dad starts off saying “is there something wrong...I’m really busy” every time I call he says the same thing “No there's nothing wrong dad… I just wanted to tell you I got into U.A” “Oh...okay good job sweety… now i’ve got to go, I’m about to head into a very important meeting” then he hangs up. It goes that way every time. At the most he calls around every month or so, the longest time I've gone without getting a call from him was 3 months. He still pays the bills for the apartment and sends money so I can get groceries and such...but that's it. Just me and Cheeto living alone in a small apartment complex.
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‘You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone’
And once again I find myself in front of U.A now in my new school uniform wearing my dark red hair down with one black barrette keeping my hair out of the right side of my face, and letting my hair drape over my left covering most of the scar.
‘You don't wanna ride the bus like this’
‘It looks like I have enough time to zone out to the music’ I thought to myself as I look at the time on my phone. I continue walking through the hallways finding my class focusing on the music and not where I’m going because I walk into the wrong class
‘I'm just a singer who already blew his shot’
“Whoa watch it there kid!” a tall woman called out “I think you're headed the wrong way” I snapped out of my daze and looked up to the woman who was dressed in a very inappropriate outfit. I looked at the sign on the door and noticed it said 1-D “Y-yes...sorry” I said and speed walked to the end of the hall where my classroom was class 1-A. As I come up to the door I hear yelling from the other side sounding like Iida ‘he must be telling someone to act less disrespectful’ I thought to myself smiling knowing it isn’t me he's yelling at
“Don’t put your feet on the desk!” yelled Iida at the blond who bumped into me as I was walking into the school during the entrance exams “Oh yea!” the blond yelled “Who gives a fuck!”
I giggle when I notice how Iida’s face goes into pure shock at the comment, and I walk over to the two to calm him down
“Hey Iida!” I said cheerfully “Just leave the guy be, if he gets in trouble he gets in trouble… because I don’t really think he cares what your saying” I laugh tilting my head to the side and notice a large yellow caterpillar laying on the ground at the front of the room.
I walk towards the yellow caterpillar, while not bringing any attention to myself looking at it more closely noticing that there's someone inside it. I quickly turn around and find my seat thinking its better to not disturb whatever is in there. In front of where I sit was the girl I saved during the exam, and another girl behind me with a black ponytail.
“Oh, hi!” the girl with the brown hair said “I’d like to thank you for saving me during the test! I’m Ochaco Uraraka” the girl behind me tapped my shoulder getting my attention before I could respond to Uraraka “I’m Momo Yaoyorozu” the teen said “I’m Scarlett Patterson” I said to the two girls. Uraraka looked up at me in bewilderment at the sound of my name “So you’re American!” she exclaimed ‘ugh is this going to happen everytime I introduce myself?’ I Thought to myself “Yep” I replied not wanting to go through the same thing I had to with Iida “That's so cool!” Uraraka said cheerfully “I’ve never met anyone from there before! Do you think you could help me with my english? I really suck at it, and don’t want to get bad marks in English” she says, sounding down when she mentions how bad she is at speaking English “sure! I’ve never really tried to help anyone with english before but i’ll do my b-” before I could finish what I was saying my phone dinged reminding me what I need to do
“Patterson!” Iida exclaimed “You should not have your phone's ringer on the bell is going to ring soon!” he says while chopping at the air vigorously 
“Sorry Iida” I say apologetically “It was just my alarm telling me I have to take something” I reach into my bag grabbing a small orange cylinder container with pills inside, grabbing one and quickly putting the bottle back. As I go to take a drink of my water a pink girl with horns popped up in front of me
“Hey!” she says “I’m Mina Ashido, you can just call me Mina” she says quickly, then points to the pill in my hand “What are you taking?” She asks 
“It’s just a really strong painkiller for my headaches” I say trying to stay calm as she get close to my face “My quirk gives my really bad headaches sometimes, so I’m supposed to take these once a day, even if they don’t last for very long” I partially lied not wanting the real reason reason for why I’m taking these pills 
Before Mina could say anything else the bell rang and the thing that was inside the caterpillar stood up. His eyes glowed red and his hair floating up. At that point the music stopped playing. I stood up, complete shock on my face. His eyes went back to black and his hair went down, and the music started playing again. Everyone is now staring at me since i’m the only one standing
“How...you-you made the music go away?” I mumbled quietly for only a few could hear “Do you mind me asking...what’s your quirk?” The man stood there for a moment before replying
“My name is Shota Aizawa and I am your home room teacher, answering...Patterson’s question does anyone know the answer? He asks the class. Midoriya shakily raises his hand before standing “Y-your quirk i-is erasure?” the boy says with a questioned tone, and Mr.Aizawa nods “S-so that would mean y-your the underground hero Eraserhead” the erasure hero back at him with a bored look on his face and nods again “Yes that is correct” Mr.Aizawa says “Now please put on your gym uniforms and meet me on the field in 5 minutes”
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“Okay” Mr.Aizawa says “We are going to be doing a quirk assessment test, we will not be going to the opening ceremonies because if you are going to be heroes there is no time to part take in illogical things” he states in a monotone voice
“Patterson” my head snapped up at the mention of my name “Since you got first in the practical exam you can go first. Throw the softball while using your quirk as far as you can, just stay within the circle” I nodd and stand where I was instructed to, activating my quirk forcing the music playing inside my head to the inside of the ball making it heavier as I make the volume louder
'Til we were upside down I'll be the bad guy now’ I wind my arm back and whip it forward throwing the ball as fast as I can. A few seconds later and a beep came from Mr.Aizawa’s phone. He then turns it around showing the class ‘100 meters’ on the screen
“Okay. We are now going to start with 50 meter dash, followed by grip strength, and end with the softball throw” Mr.Aizawa states bankly “Whoever finishes with the least amount of points will be expelled” After that last comment the whole class erupts in mild panic for if they got last
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“I should of known it was just a method for us to go all out” I pout turning to my new group of friends Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya “You still did really great tho Scarlette!” Uraraka chirped “You placed 3rd out of the whole class!” “Yea I know, but I felt bad for you Midoriya, your so nice and I didn’t want you being expelled because you can’t control your quirk” I tell to Midoriya who just seemed over all confused on the comment I made
Midoriya turned his gaze towards be
“I w-was wondering if you could tell me about your quirk. It's really interesting. '' Midoriya stutters while pulling out a notebook and opening it to a new page “sure I guess?” I agreed
“My quirk is called ‘Internal Melody’ . There is always music playing in my head that I can force anyone who I touch with five fingers to hear the song making it as loud or as quiet as I please. There's another part of my quirk I want to keep secret until the sports festival...so i’ll skip that.” I explain “The drawbacks are I get painful headaches, almost everyday from hou loud the music can be, if my quirk gets too intense I can black out for a few hours or maybe more… It's only happened a few times so I don’t really know, my emotions easily change depending on the song playing which gave me a diagnosis of bipolar with mixed features...which is terrible, and a few other things” I finish slightly panting at the large amount of information I just gave out. The others just stare at me in bewilderment “wow...I-I can’t imagine going through something like that” Uraraka says “If you ever need someone to talk to you can always come to me, especially if you don’t have any of your american friends with you and if you’d rather not talk to your parents about i-” “Don’t worry about it Uraraka” I interrupt “I’m used to this. But if it’s ever too hard to deal with I’ll definitely tell you” I say hugging Uraraka then running of in the direction of the train station yelling back “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”
‘Seasons change and our love went cold feed the flame 'cause we can't let go’
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nicotinemaiden · 4 years
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Your Guardian Angel
[Infinite Songs for her Smile - Ch.13]
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{Obiyuki Modern AU}
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us. Days grow longer and nights grow shorter. I can show you I'll be the one.
Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill. And I know I'll be okay t hough my skies are turning gray.
I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving you sends me to heaven.
[The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus]
Clank. The metallic sound of the closing locker wasn’t enough to divert his attention to anything that wasn’t his own thoughts. If it weren’t because there was just one hour left and he already promised to Kiki that he won’t be skipping class anymore he’ll be already home. It wasn’t a good day. To be honest, it hasn’t been a good day for months now. His family was as “not-really-a-family” as it could be. Most of the time either of their parents was home, not that he needed them anyway. He, also, was as much time as he could away from that place. He joined the drama club after class just to have another excuse, even if he liked it a lot more than he imagined. After all those years pretending the weird thing would have been not being capable of acting.
The hand on his back made him jump in surprise. This wasn’t him. He was always conscious of what his surrounders were. Being surprised like that wasn’t normal. “Are you here?” He turned to her, her blonde hair tied back and her squared red and black shirt was tied right up her navel. “Not really” Before she could say anything, he added: “And please, don’t tell me: I told you. Because I know, you told me, this was bound to happen.” She shrugged, making even more clear that she was going to say it. “I don’t think you have lost your opportunity just yet.” “She’s been crazy about him for almost eight months now Kiki. Now that they’re together I don’t think I belong there. Not anymore. He’s… He’s like a prince. I should be happy for them.” “You’ve been in love with her for more than four years. Four years Obi. She has the right to know it. She’s like… your best friend? It’s difficult to see her without you and vice versa. I know I’m a great friend of you two but you.. you’ve been together since you were kids. Who knows?! Maybe she’s going out with him to forget you.” The bitter laugh he pronounced should have been enough answer. “Don’t be stupid. Is smoking affecting your brain? You’ve been with us the whole time. Have you seen any sign of her caring about me as something more than a best friend?” “Are you blind?! Do you remember Alissa? How much time were you with her? Two months? Remember how every time she was with us Shirayuki had something to do?” “Yeah, I thought she didn’t like her.” “She didn’t like her because she was with you. Isn’t it obvious?” Kiki drew her hands to her head, a mix between angry and disappointed. “YOU, you are the stupid here. You can’t be happy and also don’t want her to be happy. You… you should look at you, at the impact you have on others. You should see how many girls approach me every week just to see if I can introduce them to you. But I know you, I know you don’t want something like that. You rather go to a bar and have a one night party, don’t you? You play with them just because you can’t have her. Because if you had her I know she’ll feel like a princess, you would cook for her, buy her things, accompany her home everyday… you won’t let her down. And I know all that because that’s exactly how you have been treating her until now. You are the worst.” The finger with which Kiki was stopping him for leaving left his chest, his eyes widen with her words. He had no right to say anything because she was right. Every one of those words was right. But it hurt even more if she almost shouted them at his face. And even more, if she just leaves him there, without saying one other word.
Kiki was still walking away from him when another voice startled him. “What’s wrong with Kiki? Something happened?” This, exactly this, was the voice he didn’t want to hear. Not now, at least. Even so, he had to go through this if he wanted to keep up with his life. “She's mad at me.” Turning to see her, smiling, he added. “But don't worry about it, she'll calm in a while.” In front of him, the girl of his dreams was looking at him with that bright in her eyes that said that she was glad to see him. “I see. You two are always the same, like a pair of newlyweds.” “Just without the love and the great sex.” He laughed softly when she giggled. At least he still managed to make her smile as always. “Any plan after class today? We can go for pizza.” This was too similar as before, too normal. This was them, as they always been. He asking her to go out with some silly excuse just to see her a bit longer before saying goodbye another day, any older ideas about keeping her distance from her totally discarded. “Sure. Just remember me not to order that one with bacon and black olives. Arg.” She got out her tongue in a disgusting expression and he smiled again, a lot more tender than he expected. Shirayuki could ignore his defences so easily that Kiki’s voice resonated in his head. It was not possible that she wanted something with him, something more than this. She seemed so happy, so honest, so… herself. It was a selfish thought but he wanted to share all that with her. And if she wanted her new perfect boyfriend to have it too… all right. He will always be Obi, her childhood friend, her best friend. It wasn’t as if he could be so easily replaced. “Actually Obi… do you mind if we eat together tomorrow? Zen just texted me he wanted to go to a French restaurant. I really wanted that pizza tho’…” He praised every one of his acting classes in the club, because his smile did not falter, not a tiny bit. “Don’t worry Red, I know your prince won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer. You don’t have to eat with me.” He messed up her hair with his hand before starting to walk the same direction as Kiki. “Also we’re really late. See ya!” He didn’t want to look at her again, not even for the little purpose of saying goodbye. At the same time, he didn’t want to go into the class. He just wanted to disappear. He was no good for anyone, least of all himself.
“Are you home?” The screen flashed before him, the hour coming suddenly to his eyes. 2:24. Why was she texting him at such an hour? Yeah, it was Friday and he was watching a marathon of Misfits in his laptop but her? She was that person that always went to bed before 12, like a modern cinderella. And more to it, why was she asking where he was? He unlocked his phone and tipped quickly. “Yh y? wth? ru truble?” It wasn’t more than two seconds when she answered. “Can you write like a normal person instead of using hieroglyphics?” He forgot that part. They usually were together so they texted very little. “You know letters are also hieroglyphics? And I wasted 3 seconds writing that fucking word. Yes, I’m home. What happened?” “Can I go over?” He paused for a moment. She was asking him if she can come over to his house, that she knows he is alone in, at almost 3 in the morning. This was bad. The definition of bad. “I’ll pick you up.” “Actually I’m at the door…” This girl. What was he gonna do with her? He got up as quickly as he could and ran towards the door. He was lucky his body remembered so well the stairs or otherwise he would have fallen a couple of times. At the other side of the now open door Shirayuki looked terrifying, her skin almost as pale as the white door to his side, her hair messed up a lot more than when he saw her that morning and her clothes were still there but clearly weren’t there before. She dressed up in a short amount of time, or so it seemed by the weird patron of the buttons of her shirt. He couldn’t see her face, hidden under the shadows of her hair, but he could hear the little sobs she was making. He launched himself to her, rounding her body with his arms. “Did he do anything? I will kill him if…” He couldn’t end his sentence before she interrupted him. “No, no. It’s… it’s a long story. Can I come in?”
“I feel horrible.” She said it while letting her body fall on his bed the same way she did it when she was exhausted from studying. “Are you gonna tell me why?” He didn't turn on the light, allowing the soft and blue light from his screen light up the room before sitting at her side in the bed. “I thought I was ready.” The red-haired girl looked at him for a moment before hiding her face on his pillow. “But I was wrong.” He smiled tenderly at her, caressing her hair, trying to calm his dear friend. He didn't need more details to know what happened but he felt at ease knowing that at least Zen has been a gentleman with her. “You don't have to worry about that. Everyone has his own pace for this kind of thing. I'm sure your blue prince will understand.” Covered by the hard pillow her voice sounded off. “That's not…” She got up, just a bit, just to see him, leaning on her arms to support her. “I had to stop because I was not thinking about him. I didn't want him to do that kind of things.” That was weird. He just assumed she wasn't ready for her first time, he could understand that, but thinking about another person? That's something he wouldn't have expected. “You mean you were ready to do it but not with him?” Her eyes soften, relieved that he could understand her so easily, and she nodded. He drove a hand to his face, pressing with his fingers the bridge of his nose. It sure seemed as if he could understand everything she was saying but he couldn't. “So?” He needed further explanation. She's been talking about Zen non-stop for months and now she was thinking about another in what was mean to be a big step in her relationship with him and in her life. “So what?” She looked confused, not quite catching the sense of his question. “Does that means you have another crush this week? Should I call Kiki? She's missing the news.” She laughed, high pitched and short, before dismissing the idea with one of her hands. “Leave her, she's on a date tonight. And besides, she already knows.” Surprised he leaned near her, tickling her stomach. “You little betrayer. I was the first to know this kind of things before.” Laugh filled the room while they played, Shirayuki trying her best to get away from his torture. For her, this was the touch Zen was missing. These were the hands she was missing that night. They just played with her as if playing with their little sister. They weren't searching her body or untying her clothes but she felt as if waiting for a cake in front of the oven. Hot, hungry and needing. Also, her personal cake was just being prepared for another person's birthday, she had no right to touch it. “Red?” She blinked for a couple of seconds when she realized she was looking at him fixedly which wouldn't have been so weird if they weren't in quite a compromising position. She had managed to stop him by climbing on top of his legs and pinning his hands to the mattress, but she released them and leaned her hands on his chest. He was so f**king handsome she wondered how could anyone not be attracted to him at first sight. His shirt raised a bit on the bottom, showing a little more of his skin and the tonified muscles of his abdomen. Without thinking about any kind of consequences she decided she wanted to touch it. Not like a sister, not like a friend. She wanted to kiss every corner, to let this internal flame consume her to the full extent. It wasn't the first time she'd felt something similar about him, but it was the first time she dared to venture her hand under his shirt. Maybe she had too many things in her head. Zen’s face when she said that he was not what she wanted. All the time loss speaking about Zen to Obi to try and get some kind of reaction that wasn't just ‘if that makes you happy’. She wanted him to be jealous, to give her a reason to stop all of this, all this little play she convinced her mind to play, tricking her heart in the process. “Red.” This time it wasn’t a question. It sounded more like a warning. She didn’t know where she was knocking, but he did. He didn’t try to stop her, he just said her nickname as if to wake her, as if wondering what was she doing. Her hand wandered a bit more, caressing his abdomen while lowering herself to him. He was scanning her, his eyes never leaving hers. They’d been close before, maybe closer than this, but in a strange sense this time it felt more intimate. When his face was so close she could feel his unstable breath in her lips she wonder what would be better: Explaining it to him with words or with actions. A little smile tugged at her lips at the thought. It wasn’t even a decision, she knew perfectly well because she knew him like no other, because… it was always him.
And so she gifted herself the pleasure of kissing him, nervous, trembling, her other hand in the base of his neck, searching for his warm with a couple of fingers under his shirt. It was less than two seconds until he responded, two terrific seconds where she thought she would die before admitting she was wrong for feeling like this. His touch was tentatively following her lead, his body slowly getting up until they were both standing, she sitting over him in a much less innocent way than what they had before. When his fingers bruised her nape, mixing with her hair, she opened her mouth to him. She started this adventure and she wasn’t ready to stop it, not now that she felt the universe at her feet. At the touch of his tongue in her lips, she moaned softly without even realizing it until he stopped the kiss, breaking apart just enough to look at her. She wondered how she looked to merit that emotion in his eyes, to deserve it because by all the gods the world came to know until now she knew she would create a cult for this one. The one that was looking at her now with a hunger worth a hundred lives, with the love of a thousand love movies and with the care of her one and only best friend. It wasn’t the first time she thought something similar but he couldn’t be human. No human could achieve perfection so easily. No human could show you heaven with a touch and a chaste kiss. She wasn’t a religious person, and thank her god for that because, right that moment, she felt saved.
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