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chemistryread · 2 years

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she is both hellfire and holy water

- part II

you should take it as a compliment, that I’m talking to everyone here but you

jake seresin

callsign: scorcher

part I

part III

disclaimers/tags: female!aviator!reader. jake is a needy loverboy who needs to be liked so much. slowburn and angst. sooo cheesy, i know.

a/n: this is short as well, just establishing the backstory and how/why reader and jake become a little closer. there will be more parts, bear with me :)

tagging: @thedroneranger @shanimallina87 @peakascum @cherrycola27

It's a slow Saturday, and he's just come back from the gym to find you speaking quietly on the phone.

He doesn't mean to intrude, but he can't help himself. He'll eat his yogurt while he eavesdrops.

"Just, tell me those numbers again, please."

Your back is turned to him, looking out of the window, hand scratching at the back of your neck soothingly. You're shaking.

He puts a half full cup of yogurt down and takes a step in your direction, concerned but unsure.

"Got it. Yeah, thanks for letting me know. Nonono, don't worry, you know I hate it when you do that."

There's a strain to your voice and Jake has learned which of your small laughs are forced.

After that talk with Maverick, he started observing more. You, your mannerisms, how you treated everyone from or not from base. He's hell-bent on figuring out why he's different to you.

One of the things he picked up on was how you hated concern. Anyone fussing over you made you wildly uncomfortable. Sometimes, if someone asked you one too many questions about your day, you'd have to sigh quietly and mumble out a standard, masked 'fuck off' answer.

It's funny how, with him, you would've just told him to fuck off, plain and simple. He doesn't know whether to be offended or flattered.

"I'm good, really." A pause, like the other person on the line is considering. "There we go. Talk to you soon. Okay, bye."

He waits for you to turn around and notice him.

It's awkward when you take too long, holding the phone against your chest and leaning your back unsteadily against the dinner table.

You make a move to walk, feet turning to the door, but decide to retract on it.

He doesn't really know what to do with what happens next.

Still holding onto the table, you crouch down with your knees to your chest, the other hand holding the phone covering your mouth. A controlled sob breaks through.

Jake reboots on the spot, jogging to your side. That was too much, regrettably.

You jump up, nearly losing your balance, spinning away from him presumably to hide your tears.

Trembling hands rub your eyes before an infuriated face turns to him. Smooth.

"Hangman, what the fuck?!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" He cuts himself off. There's nothing he could say to make this any less embarrassing. Surely, he just made your day much worse. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, you scared me 's all."

He shouldn't think that you look cute right now, holding your wrist to calm yourself down, skittish.

"That's not what I meant."

That hot anger takes over your bottomless-pit eyes, closing the distance and puffing your chest out, trying to look scary.

"What do you mean, then, Seresin?"

Your eyelashes are wet, and you're sniffling at the end of every sentence. It's funny that you would even try to deny you are upset. Stubborn, like Maverick said.

His cautionless chuckle is misinterpreted by the figure in front of him, who pushes on his chest - not that it moves his body at all - and storms off.

Oh, c'mon.

Shit.

He looks for you everywhere, stopping by the lockeroom to grab a hoodie and his car keys.

Eventually, he finds you sitting on the roof, watching the ocean.

"I'm knocking so I don't scare you again and you don't fall and break your neck."

Without so much as a smile, you answer him with sarcasm. "How considerate."

At least an exhale out of your nose, he expected. He was using his best sympathetic voice.

"Wouldn't you rather actually see it? Instead of looking at a distant blue line." His open hand is extended towards you, out of the window. "C'mon, I'll drive."

You leave him, ironically, hanging for a minute. But he's not giving up on you today.

Wet fingers close around his palm. You were drying new tears. His heart shrinks a little as he helps you back inside.

It was raining earlier, and you slip on a muddy spot.

Jake quickly wraps his arms around your waist and unceremoniously drags you through the window.

You take a second to regain your footing, shoes still slippery, and he steadies you with his hands on your elbows. A genuine sigh of relief passes his lips, and he shuts his eyes.

He opens them again when he feels your arm hair stand up. Your brows are furrowed, lips shaping into a pout. Adorable when upset, again. He knows he should not think like that.

"You scared me, I scared you back. We're even."

He chuckles again, but you're unrelenting. He stands there, holding you, for a beat too long before you widen your eyes towards the door.

Right, he promised to take you somewhere. Where again?

For the entire ride, your head is leaning back on the headrest, wind ruffling your hair.

Finally at the beach, you seem confused when he takes a seat next to you on the sand.

"Fucking…what now?"

"What are you doing?"

"Watching the ocean, I thought that's what you wanted to do."

"I thought you were gonna meet someone here. You said you were giving me a ride."

Ok, he never thought of you as stupid before but this is a strong contender to sway his opinion.

"No, I said I would drive. Why would I bring you along to meet someone? That makes no sense."

"Fine, then what do you want?"

He laughs in your face again. He should probably stop doing that, but this one is justifiable.

"Are you always this suspicious of everyone? Live a little, honey." As soon as he looks back at you, your lips are pursed into a thin line and he regrets the venom in his words. Maverick's revelations come back to him. You do have a hard time trusting people, and especially him, apparently. "I thought it'd make you feel better. Maybe make you want to talk about it."

"It has nothing to do with the Navy, if you think you're getting any juicy gossip."

Your hands are digging into the sand, arms leaning on them as if prepared to get up and leave any second.

He speaks quietly and slow, ignoring the way you assumed that he was only trying to get information out of you, more patient than he knew he could be.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen. Or we can just watch the waves, but I can't guarantee I won't get bored and actually call someone to meet me here."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, but a small tug of your lips is very much noticed by his watchful eyes, just as much as your shoulders relaxing as you get more comfortable on the fluffy ground.

"Only if you promise not to offer help or say you're sorry."

Holy shit, you are stubborn. He bites back a smile.

"Promise."

"What do you want to know?"

He's not Penny, but he understands this means you will talk about it but want to have control of the conversation. Not give away anything he doesn't inquire about.

"Why were you crying?"

The only times he saw tears from you were when Maverick made it back in the F-14 and at the finish line of a marathon where Phoenix got first place. Even then, they pooled around your eyes but did not dare to actually drop.

"Got surprised by something." He's glad the sun isn't too bright and you're sitting under the shade, because he can see your smile reach your eyes when you laugh at his hesitant and confused expression. The lightness in your clarification is nice to hear. "A bad something."

"Oh." Normally, he would have his sunglasses on, but maybe if you can look into his eyes you'll see that you can trust his intentions. "Don't think I've seen you that upset, ever."

Quickly, you look away, flustered. Fuck's sake, he wants you to know it's alright. But how can he possibly do that without scaring you away when he already knows you don't trust him?

A sigh, followed by a barely audible laugh. It's bitter.

"I guess I'm just tired of this."

Do you mean flying? God, he hopes you don't mean flying. You have one of the sharpest eyes and best quick-thinking - instinct - up there. He enjoyed watching you have a good time in the air, even more when you took it dead serious and kicked everyone's ass when it was just a standard training. You're fun.

"Of this?"

"Oh, no! No, not this. This is everything I am, I can't let go of it anytime soon."

"That's a relief, you have no idea." It's mumbled, but you catch it, squinting at him. He can see you swallowing, gearing up to tease him, so he brings your focus back to the matter at hand. "Then what?"

You swallow harder, looking at the horizon with a pained expression.

"I don't…have anyone, Jake." You never used his name. He takes it as a test. You look back at him and he maintains the same encouraging look. He's listening. "Family, I mean. I haven't seen or spoken to my mother since I was a teenager, my own choice. I have brothers but we never got along, there's a big age difference. And my dad is the reason I'm in a bit of a mess. It's just tiring, to have no one to fall back on."

He remembers not to say sorry and props you up to continue.

"Extended?"

Another painful look.

"My parents were…weird. They didn't like each other, but they also did not like each other's families. It was psychological warfare, keeping each other away from the people who actually cared for them until someone broke under the pressure and finally asked to leave. By the time they divorced, I was too old to be interesting to any of them."

"That is seriously demented."

"I know."

There's the lightness again. You seem to keep a sense of humour about all this.

"Still, they're your family. Don't they want to be close to you now?"

You shrug.

"Dad has a new family. They can do the whole affection thing and holidays together from scratch. Small kids are easier to please, deal and relate with than grown adults."

Affection thing. He wants to laugh at how foreign it sounds coming from you, until he realizes that you really don't know what that's like. He thinks back to his own family. Numerous and suffocating, sometimes.

"They don't care about you? Where you are or what you're doing?"

"Sometimes they text. Usually they just ask my dad about me, but it's pretty inefficient since he doesn't know how to answer that. I've been erased from their history."

Your head might be held up high right now, but he hears the shame.

"Well, they're missing out."

You laugh again, and he is stupidly, childishly proud that he made it happen.

"I don't know, they have a lot of people around them. I think they're okay."

There's silence after that. You mean it, no bitterness that time. You think they're better off without you. It's not his place to, but he wonders what convinced you of such a thing. He doesn't know anyone who would say that their lives would be improved by not having you. Usually, it's the other way around.

Looking at you, it seems like it doesn't even bother you. You've accepted it. You deserve to be shunned from your family, to be alone. A desire to change that perspective sparks inside of him.

He coughs.

"What about your dad? You said he's the reason you're in trouble, so you keep in touch."

Sensitive spot. You readjust on the sand, biting your lip so it stops quivering, nails digging into your forearms.

"The only thing we talk about is money. From time to time, he calls to ask for some. Demanding that I pay back what he gave raising me, since I'm not grateful. That's how it works in his head, anyways."

"That's what happened? He asked for money and you don't have it?"

You're scratching yourself now and he regrets asking but you're already answering.

"Sort of. I accumulated a lot of debt after I moved out. A couple of- Actually, exactly two years ago, I payed it off. All of it. Then, three months ago my dad needed help and I had some money saved so I gave it to him. Life is full of surprises, no matter how well you plan for those, so now I'm falling behind on some bills again and I guess…I don't know I guess I had flashbacks to that desperate feeling of not knowing how you're gonna fix a problem on your own."

"Ask Maverick, or even Cyclone for some way to-"

"Jake."

Bile churns in his stomach at the threatening way you said his name. A warning. It's vulnerable, the waterline of your eyes glimmering. He doesn't know if this is an appropriate moment to say sorry or if the rules still apply.

"Why did you give it to him? You said he has family, people, let them help him."

You lay down on the sand, covering your eyes with your arms, crossing the wrists.

"It's not simple. If I do that, I'll start a war. I know because I've tried. And it's not worth it. In his eyes, I owe him." Your arms come down to swat a fly away and he's glad to see your face again. "I just- I want peace. I want to be left alone. Whatever it takes, because I'm fucking sick of it. If giving him the money will get him off my case for even a day, it's good with me."

You sound suffocated.

He wants to tell you he is sorry. He wants to wax poetic about how loving his own family is and how that made him into a good, or at least better than he could ever be on his own, human being. But he's afraid it'll come out dishonest, despite it being true. He finds sentimentality usually sounds forced in his voice, it's kind of a curse, not able to sound genuine no matter how hard he tries. So he doesn't try anymore.

He lays back with you. It's not the moment to think about this, but you make him nervous. Jake Seresin walking on eggshells to avoid hurting someone's feelings, to prevent a pretty girl from slipping through his fingers.

"If you didn't like me before, I can only imagine how much I disgust you now. Sorry."

It's so quiet, barely breaking through your teeth.

"Why would you disgust me?" It's not the term he would use. Stomp, maybe. "And I thought we weren't saying sorry."

"I mean, everyone who's related to me keeps their distance. Surely, something must be wrong with me. That's what you're thinking." Your eyes are closed, and he takes the opportunity to get closer, turning on his stomach. "And I make the rules, of course I can say it."

"I don't think anything's wrong with you. Not for family-issues-related reasons."

"Aha, but you think I'm weird, right? You said it once."

"Why do you rememb- Oh my God, is that why you don't like me?"

"Who said I don't like you?"

Your eyes shoot open at the accusation, widening once they notice how close you are.

"C'mon, you despise me. I feel it every time you look at me."

He's smiling, obviously teasing you, even with a spot of truth to his exaggerated statement. But you're serious, staring into his eyes a little too long. It unnerves him.

"Fine, I owe you an apology." If his mouth wasn't so dry he would choke. "I don't despise you, Seresin, you're just easy to fuck with."

"I'M EASY TO FUCK WITH?"

"See?"

He shuts up as you prove your point, embarrassed that you captured him so perfectly. Do you know it's just you, though? That the truth is, he isn't easy to fuck with, you just have an easy time fucking with him.

"But I thought…at least the thing with Rooster's dad and Maverick would've made you hate me. It worked for everyone else."

"Lucky for you, I make my own opinions on people." You're blushing? He smiles and lets his eyes fall to your lips briefly, for fun. "I was disappointed."

There you go again, killing all the good feelings inside of him in a millisecond.

"But?" He holds out hope.

Lingering on how disappointment implies expectations. He is equally pressured, annoyed and flattered that you'd expect something out of him. Most people just meet him, stick to their first impressions and expect nothing. It's freeing.

"But I wanted to see how you would handle it. That's the most important part. You fucked up, how you deal with the aftermath counts a lot. And not only did Rooster forgive you, you saved their lives. I can't hold a petty thing that barely involves me against you after all that."

"You never said anything. I expected to be yelled at, like Rooster."

"Did you want me to yell at you?"

It's a confident whisper, taking back control of the conversation at his expense. Fuck, is he blushing? You're steamrolling him. Easy.

"Why let him have all the fun?"

You roll your eyes again, rejecting his advances like a million times before, but there's a new found playfulness to it. His heart beats faster.

"Like I said, I wanted to see what you would do. If I interfered, I wouldn't be able to judge your character, would I?"

Anyone else, and he would've told them to shove judgement up their ass, he doesn't need it. But he sort of wants your judgement to fall on him, so he can know what to think of himself. That's not how it should work. Alas.

Still, one thing bugs him.

"What about Bradshaw's character?"

He cocks his head back, like he just made a great point you hadn't thought about.

"He showed it from day one." Realization probably crosses his face because you mock it. Unlike the easy-going Bradley, he did keep some walls up. A giggle (Jesus, a giggle? Do you want to kill him?) escapes your lips and you bite them to stop it. "Relax, not everyone is an open book. I know, that's why I gave you the chance to show everyone you're mostly alright."

"What?"

"Someone had to tell those hard headed idiots to trust the process."

You did- Why would you?

"Wait- you just, what, told them to have a little faith in me?"

You scoff.

"No, I told them I have a tendency to be right. And I was."

That sounds more like you, cocky but for a reason. And yet, it's weird to hear it in defense of him.

Jake still doesn't fully understand, mind overflowing with questions, urging to have the blanks filled.

"So you defended me?"

Green eyes do their best to intimidate you, or he thinks that's what they are doing, hopes. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"You're no damsel in distress, Hangman, I wasn't safekeeping your honor-" A snort this time, and he knows you're taking the piss out of him, but he's reveling in it as if it's a compliment. Maybe it is, coming from you. The relaxed expression on your face, freely teasing him like you do with the rest of the squad. He'll take it, if it's all you got. "I just said you probably weren't evil, and you'd come around when needed. Floyd was the one who stood by me the strongest, if you'd like to know."

And right you were, he stepped up when Maverick and Rooster needed him to, without hesitation.

A possibly misplaced sense of pride, the pure kind, spreads inside of him at the thought that you saw potential in him. He expected Javy to know that he would do whatever was necessary, maybe their instructor and mentor, who seemed like an optimistic man. But you, who never really gave him the time of day, who didn't seem impressed by much…that was unexpected. Almost as much as the intensity with which he is pleased to hear you don't not believe in him.

"I could get used to having you on my side."

He pours as much of his charm into the sentence. You don't look even a bit phased, and your voice stays leveled.

"That's a seriously presumptuous leap. I never even said I like you."

Stubborn fucking Lieutenant.

He shakes his head and starts getting up, doing a couple half assed push ups to annoy you (it works) before cleaning the sand from his hands on top of your body.

You swat it away with a faux scowl. He's getting real good at discerning your genuine and fake reactions.

"Wanna grab something to eat?"

You're quicker to take his hand this time, looking at the sun setting behind him.

"How about something to drink?"

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm x reader #tgm fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction

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sirisuorionblack · 3 years

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Professor Lupin

Professor!Remus Lupin x Professor!Slytherin!Reader

Request: Hey! Could I please request a Professors AU with Remus? I melt over the idea of him reuniting with someone from his school days when they both become professors and potentially a shit ton of pining from our boy Prof. Lupin ☺️ ty lovely!!! Xxx

Warning - none that know of.

A/N I hope you like it @cherrycolakxsses! Had so many doubts to post it but this I finally out. It's quite lengthy and might feel rushed at the end. Sorry!

"(Y/N) (L/N),” Professor McGonagall’s voice tore through the music blasting inside (Y/N)’s office. Does it set a bad example? Definitely. Does she care? Maybe.

“Old habits die hard, Professor,” she said, extinguishing the candlelight on her desk that's been lit since last night when she was going through a few papers. McGonagall chuckled at that.

The two of them walked down the corridor to the great hall for breakfast when Professor McGonagall said something, “Who do you reckon is going to be this year’s Defence Professor?”

“The dementors?” (Y/N) asked, looking genuinely confused.

McGonagall glared at her, “I wish you weren’t a professor, I could have deducted points,”

“Professor Slughorn would have been mad at that,” (Y/N) chuckled.

Professor McGonagall smiled at the fond memories of her past colleague complaining to her about “unfair deduction of house points”.

“But tell me a plausible guess of who might be this year’s Defence professor,” she insisted, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, “What are you planning, Minnie?”

The said person rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Well, I will tell who the Professor is - Its Remus Lupin,”

She could see the young professor straighten, staring at a spot on the ground as her thoughts ran wild, mind flooding with memories of a certain familiar Gryffindor.

“Oh,” was all she could muster.

“He will be joining us tomorrow,” McGonagall said carefully, looking intently at the girl before her.

“What!? Tomorrow?” she said, her eyes blown wide.

“Yes, and I except for him to have a good welcome,”

“You think I would be...mean to him?”

“What are you two still in your fifth year?”

“Oh come on, Minnie! Don't do that!”

“I should give it to the two of you, it was rather hilarious,”

“What is hilarious in watching two fifteen year olds duel!?”

“You will know it,”

That night (Y/N) rolled on the expanse of her bed, wanting nothing but the face of the Gryffindor to just disappear and allow her to sleep but all she could think about was him. She wondered if that same high school crush was turning, she wished not.

“Welcome, Remus,” Professor Dumbledore greeted him with a wide smile as Remus looked around the Headmaster’s office. He had come here only a handful of times and every single instance was just not the best.

“Hello, Professor,” He said, smiling politely.

After the introductory chat, Dumbledore said, “Well, come on, then, let me introduce you to the rest.” Remus smiled awkwardly as the Professor clapped him on the back.

Remus stopped dead in his tracks as Professor McGonagall and another young woman walked in. He immediately identified her, it was (Y/N) (L/N), his once upon a time arch-nemesis. He clearly remembered her 16 year old self, a bright smile on her face as she spoke to him rationally for once, settling everything, that contrasted the taboo of students with green robes having cold look.

(Y/N)'s smile slipped as she saw him, he was extremely thin and malnourished but he did have a smile on his face that compensated for everything else.

“Hey,” she said, mustering the smile back and outstretching her hand.

Remus coughed as he managed to break out of the trail of memories and shook her hand, “Hello,”

“Ms (L/N), can you please accompany Mr Lupin to his office?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes, professor,” she said without giving it another thought.

“Do you remember this place?” (Y/N) asked with a smile as they reached a deserted corridor.

Remus barked a loud laugh, “Oh, how can I not! Wasn't this the place where we charmed the water balloons to pop right above your head?”

“Yep, it was the very same place where the epic duel happened, the time I had almost won,”

“But you didn't,”

“And neither did you,”

“I think - what was his name? - Liam Holloway! Yes, he ended up in the hospital wing,”

“That's what you get when you try to get in between a duel,”

Remus chuckled, “One of the reasons that was epic because that's when they saw Hogwarts’ most silent people have a fully-fledged duel,”

"Oh, yes! But honestly, to this day I have no idea how it started,"

Remus chuckled, "It was because the water had drenched your potions and charms essay "

"My potions and charms essay? Remus," (Y/N) dissolved in a fit of giggles, "Oh goodness,"

"What?" Remus asked, a smile spreading its way on his face. He waited for her to calm down.

"Professor Slughorn had looked at me pitifully the next class and then said I didn't have to hand in that essay and Flitwick did too. I hadn't done either of their essays that time. And when they told me that I was so confused as to why they did,"

Remus' jaw dropped as he looked at her incredulously, giggles still escaping her lips, "And I being the nice person I was, I wrote that essay for you and had James put it "discreetly" into your bag. Wait, that green bag was yours, wasn't it?"

"That was you!?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes," he said, nodding.

"Oh, Merlin, I thought it was Snape for some odd reason and I was being good to him!”

“Should I be offended?”

“I dunno, I am sorry,” she wiped the tears that formed in the corner of her eyes with the amount of laughter she did within the few minutes.

Remus watched her as she smiled and looked around, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence.

“This will be your office,” (Y/N) said, opening her arms wide open at the entrance, “the terms start in a couple of days and then-” she grinned at him.

Remus was slightly distracted by the tank that stood at the side of the room, perhaps it was a fish tank; it was empty so he had no idea about the use of the tank and the thought of buying a fish for it ran high.

“No, honestly, the kids are great!” she said proudly, misinterpreting his silence.

“Are they?” Remus asked as he looked around his new office.

“Yes! I mean they are so lovely and sweet and just amazing, unlike some,” she said pointedly.

Remus chuckled, “What are you insinuating, (L/N)?”

“You know exactly what I am insinuating, Lupin,” she said, smirking.

(Y/N) squeezed Remus’ arm, watching his eyes turn glossy as he looked at the boy seated at the Gryffindor table laughing with his friends, resembling a lot like Remus’ late best friend.

He sighed and looked away. Soon, Professor McGonagall engaged him in a conversation, as though sensing the situation long ago. He spoke to her, a subtle forced smile on his face though all he could think about was his friends at the age of fifteen running along the corridors hollering and howling with laughter as they did so, and (Y/N).

“Good morning, Professor Lupin,” Remus heard as he walked through the corridors of Hogwarts - his once upon a time home, where he laughed and found friends and people who loved him, people he loved - he turned around to find (Y/N) grinning at him, “You know, I never thought you’d be a Professor,”

“You think I don't have the capability?” Remus asked, his eyebrows scrunched in offence.

“No, I mean you were after all the brain behind those petty pranks,” she said, grinning at him, “Do you think I didn't notice those “secret” whispers?”

“You-how?” Remus asked.

(Y/N) froze, biting her lips to prevent the blush from spilling onto her cheeks, “That doesn't matter. By the way, I must say, that prank on Snape where his hair was neon green for a week-?”

“That was epic and you know it,” he cut in.

“Yes, I know, Lupin, let me finish, will you? The part of the reason why it was because I did something,” she smiled cheekily, looking at him through her lashes and making Remus’ heartbeat cease and he felt as though the air in his lungs were knocked out.

Remus blinked, looked at her and asked, “What?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Yes. The potion was to turn Snape’s hair a shade of purple, it was quite nice on him I must say but it wasn't - how do I put it, um,” she snapped her fingers in the air trying to find the right word.

“Humiliating?” Remus suggested.

Her eyes widened as she chuckled, “No, more like embarrassing?”

Remus smiled, “Alright,”

“So, I had mixed a neon green solution I had stored for, well...you,”

“For me!?”

“Yes,” she said with a giggle.

Remus blinked, “Why would you do that?”

“Um, good question but remember I hated you at that period of three months,” she said, shrugging.

“Well, now?” Remus asked, tilting his head slightly and staring at her intently.

“What now?” she asked.

Remus looked away from her striking orbs and at the sea of students, “You know, do you still hate me,”

“Nah,” she said and proceeded to mumble incoherently.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,”

The two of them fell into the depths of awkward silence, struggling to get back. Students who passed the greeted and smiled, giving (Y/N) an opportunity to break the silence.

"What are you planning to do in your first class?" (Y/N) asked.

Remus had brainstormed the past night. He wanted something that would make his first class a good one, an opportunity to teach the students all while taking a place in their heart and getting to know them. Remus believed that a student would like the subject if they liked the teacher.

"I thought of doing some theory part or something like that," Remus shrugged unsurely.

“Theory? On your first day?” She looked at him as though he was an alien, “Wow, Lupin, I thought you were genius,”

Somehow, as she muttered those words Remus felt a blush forming on his face, perhaps because she thought he was a genius (which he was), or it was embarrassment.

"You could do like practical like, I dunno, something cool," she said, waving her hands wildly.

"Um, what is cool?" Remus said, blankly.

(Y/N) stopped, gawked at him and left forward, shaking her head, "Do whatever you want, Lupin!" She yelled.

"Hey, hey, wait! (L/N)! HEY!" He called after her, watching her go without another glance at him, "And there she goes. Great, Remus, scared the girl away,"

"You did a boggart!?" (Y/N) exclaimed, the evening Remus had come into her office uninvited - definitely startling her - and boasting about what he taught that day.

"Yes," Remus chuckled, "Neville's boggart was Snape, you know,"

(Y/N)'s jaw dropped, "Wait, I, oh my goodness, his worst fear is Snape?"

"Yeah," Remus mumbled. (Y/N) fell silent as her eyes connected with his, both of them drawing deep breaths. She got lost into the depth of his eyes, concentrating on trying to find which colour they adorn - green? brown? amber? - it would take her years to find out.

(Y/N) coughed and looked away, breaking herself from...whatever she was put into.

"Um, uh," Remus shifted on his feet, one hand stuffed into his pocket and the other scratching his neck, "Would you - um, perhaps we could, I mean, if you want to-" Remus stopped his stuttering and took a deep breath, "We could take a walk? Like just down the-"

(Y/N) chuckled, standing up and crossing the desk. She grabbed the jacket that hung on a stand in the corner of her office. The coat was an obnoxiously dark colour of green that made Remus scrunch his face.

"What?" She asked, narrowing her eyes, "You don’t wanna come?"

Remus grinned extremely widely, and snatched his coat, stumbling to join her pace.

The two of them walked down the corridor to the black lake, their surroundings cold, the chill air swishing their cloaks yet the two of them felt warmth seeping into every inch of their body.

"You do know that it's way past curfew, don’t you?" Remus tried to joke. The keyword being - tried. He was bad at that, he was bad at flirting, he was absolutely terrible with girls.

But to his utter surprise, (Y/N) threw her head back, laughing, "You do know that we are Professors, don’t you?"

"Well, it’s my first day," Remus shrugged.

"Oh, now about that again - did you really do a boggart with your students? Really? In the first class you wanted them to show their fears?" She said, glaring at him.

Remus shrugged and looked around, his eyes catching the moon, it was waning gibbous, 7 days due to full moon. He was finally back at Hogwarts for the full moon. 16 years later.

"Remus," (Y/N) laid her hand on his arm. He suddenly whipped his head to look at her, the movement adding to their close proximity.

Remus froze. Her eyes. They were captivating to him. They shined under the moonlight, her eye colours modified into bright, shining ones. He fell into the mysterious depth of her eyes that pulled him closer, quite literally.

Both of them did not know when but soon their lips connected in a messy kiss but it was perfect for them. Their hands manoeuvred until hers were buried into his brown curls and his arms wound around her waist, pulling her closer. Remus tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

Kissing under the moonlight, what a cliche, yet, Remus Lupin wouldn't want it any other way.

#remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin #remus john lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #professor lupin #professor!remus lupin x professor!reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x slytherin!reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader

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cl0udym1nd · 3 years

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They’re Oblivious, But Adorably So

Saiki stared with a distant look in his eyes as people bustled around him, some getting ready to play baseball, others just practicing for a relay race the school was hosting. And he was blissfully unable to hear any of their thoughts due to his geranium ring that glinted in the sun, fitted smoothly over his long, pale middle finger.

The cause of his distant stare was Satou Hiroshi, who happened to be stationed right across the field from the physic as he chatted with a friend before the practice relay race begun. His face was lit up in a smile, obviously excited about whatever the subject of their conversation was.

It was, honestly, quite adorable, the way Hiroshi would gesture wildly with his hands to add ‘pizzazz’ to what he was saying. His eyes shined a honey brown as the sun shone just right on him, highlighting his dark hair and adding a shine to smooth, pale cheekbones.

Kusuke had adjusted a few things with his glasses, resulting in Kusuos’s x-ray vision being extinguished as long as his glasses remained on, and his said bothersome brother was still working on something easier to subdue the x-ray vision, something that was more ‘compact’.

But the pinkette was content with just his glasses, being able to see what Hiroshi looked like, and not through a photo was enough for him.

Sadly, though, there was also a downside to no longer having the x-ray vision, he was forced to see all the blinding smiles Teruhashi would send his way. She was pretty, but, at least for him, there was no brilliant wave of happiness that he felt when she ‘graced’ him with her presence.

Though, regardless, it was nice seeing Hiroshi, with his smiles, the way he tilted his head just a tad when he was confused, how a delicate, red, blush would settle its way across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and the very tips of his ears when he got embarrassed.

Kusuo let out a soft sigh, a smile adorning his face without permission as he observed the boy that unknowingly held his affections.

----

Of course, unbeknownst to him, a certain ‘angel’ saw it all, albeit, a misinterpreted version of it, not that she was aware of that, she still saw it nonetheless

And when she did, she froze, a halfhearted (not that the other person knew) conversation with an adoring fan immediately being put on hold. Saiki had just smiled. At her.

Saiki had just smiled at her, had he finally seen what an amazing match she would make for him? While he was a little stoic and sometimes bland, she wouldn't mind, after all, the perfect pretty girl would never judge someone!

'This is perfect, I’ll finally be able to get Saiki to say ‘ofuu~'!'

The bluenette knew that she would be able to bring him out of his shell, he was just shy! That’s why he avoided social situations, but not to worry, if he was by her side, he would be a popular, social butterfly in no time!

Of course, she would have to carefully goad him into asking her out, she could never be seen as the one asking the other person out. And, as the perfect pretty girl she was, she would bashfully accept his confession and date proposal with a delicate blush on her face. Imagine how happy Saiki would be! His confession and date proposal being accepted by the Kokomi herself!

He would be so flustered he wouldn’t know what to do with himself!

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Across the field, Satou Hiroshi was acutely aware of a gaze on him. And when stole a quick to the source of such a gaze, he was met with Saiki Kusuo’s deep purple eyes on him.

The other boy he had only met on a few separate occasions, but when he did, he attracted Satou’s attention almost immediately. Saiki seemed like the quiet type despite usually having quite a few people around him.

He gave off a calm sort of aura, which was undoubtedly what drew people in. The usual stoic face he wore was very rarely replaced with something else, like whenever one of his friends was hurt, there was just a brief spark of worry in those purple depths before the pinkette tsked and suggested they go to the nurse, or helped them bandage themselves.

There were also times a look of fondness was settled on his face, it was a nice look on him; his eyes seemed to soften and though there wasn’t a huge smile, there was a delicate lift of his lips. It was really endearing, at least Hiroshi thought so.

But this time, when Satou allowed himself another quick glance, he saw that there was a smile on the boy's face. A soft smile that made Hiroshi’s face warm considerably, a smile that made the deep depths of purple look that much more enticing.

Forcing himself to look away, the dark-haired boy felt a blush make its way to the tips of his ears as they started to burn. Saiki’s smile was nice, really nice. And Satou could only wonder who, or what had induced such a thing.

Too enraptured by the sight of Saiki’s smile, the dark-haired teen was none the wiser to his friend attempting to get his attention.

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It was pretty obvious to anyone at PK academy that Saiki Kusuo and Satou Hiroshi had crushes on each other, they weren’t exactly subtle with their soft glances, lovesick sighs, and wistful eyes.

So when some saw the smile on Saik’s face, it was quite obvious who had been the cause of it, as there was only one person who had such an effect on the usually quiet stoic boy.

Now, if only the two could see how much they liked each other. Seeing as everyone, save for Saiki (and Teruhashi) was perfectly aware of the blush that decorated Hiroshi’s face.

#saiki kusuo x satou hiroshi #fluff #teruhashi is kind of oblivious #satou is an adorable bean and i stand by that #Saiki K #crushes

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secondhand-trash · 3 years

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A/N: I told bean to send this in to make up for writing my fav instead of hers when she sent the ask in for the first time LMAO

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x reader

Word count: 917

“So...” Fushiguro tapped his finger against his knuckle as he tried to solve through the thoughts running in his head, “you’re a cat person?”

“Yeah,” you replied almost immediately, tilting your head to the side as you wondered why your date seems to be so bothered by your answer, “is there anything wrong with it or...?”

“No!” His eyes widened in horror at the possible misinterpretation of his silence, “I mean,” he coughed, “of course not.”

Fushiguro Megumi spent a decent amount of his time, even as a teenage boy when other teenage boys were starting to realise that kissing or holding hands were kinda cool, not being particularly interested in dating. It seemed like a waste of time and effort. He had people hinting that they wanted to date him, sure, but there had never been one instance when the merits of navigating through this tricky and complicated matter called romance outweigh the hassle he just knew it would bring. He was certain that he wasn’t a romantic and definitely not a player either, flirting and getting flirted at just didn’t seem enjoyable to him.

Such a mindset had proven to come back and bite him in the ass when the moment he actually wanted to flirt and be flirted with finally came.

Itadori and Kugisaki told everyone immediately when they learnt that their Fushiguro finally had his first real crush (except you, you were still in the dark because despite having a loudmouth, Itadori and Kugisaki were both wonderful friends). Everyone was determined to help which while it was much against his embarrassment, he was also grateful for because he was at an absolute loss as to what he was supposed to do to get close to you. Very soon after a certain adult caught wind, he started to notice that you were always partnered with him on missions. It terrified him that you would eventually notice the pattern but you only seemed to interpret it as you two being a good match for each other (”Yes,” Gojo nodded almost inhumanly fast when you brought it up, “a perfect match, I would say.”). The other two of your school mates always had things they need to do on their own and only on their own when you had your rare day-offs, leaving only you two to keep each other company and he swore he almost combusted when you turned to him with the widest smile and said that you two should ditch them and run off on your own next time. Maki was never free when you ask her to spar with you, glancing at Inumaki and Panda who were gesturing wildly at an angle you could not see before turning back to you and said that you should find someone more compatible for you instead.

“Like,” she smirked when she saw the boy passing by, “Megumi, per se.”

And when he finally asked you out, not to train, not to reflect on a mission, not to spar, but asked you out on a real date, everyone contributed to help him think of what to do so that maybe this would finally go somewhere. He would take you to brunch first (”Brunch is fancy, fancy people eat brunch,” Kugisaki insisted), then you two can go see the new romantic tragedy that was out (”You can try to hold their hand when they cry, everyone who watched it said they cried like a baby!” Itadori emphasised), after that you two could take a romantic stroll along the river before heading back.

“But what if I run out of things to say while we’re strolling?” Fushiguro raised his hand.

“Then you call out your shikigamis,” they all seemed to have reached a conclusion without him, “everyone likes dogs.”

And as he had expected, everything went fine until he was not even halfway down the stroll before the discussion about the movie was over and he had to try and keep the conversation going. Fushiguro Megumi wanted to facepalm himself for really believing his friends who, now that he thought of it, didn’t exactly have any more experience on this than he did.

“What about dogs,” he asked, and gulped when you paused.

“I like them moderately?”

“Birds?”

“Depends on the breed, I guess?”

“What about rabbits?”

You looked up with your lips parted, “I’ve actually never thought about that.”

“Frogs?” he quickly followed it up when you fell into silence, “elephants...?”

You blinked, before you let out an enlightened “oh” when you finally connected the dots. “I like your dogs!” you said and had to bite back a smile when he physically relaxed.

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “that’s good.”

He nodded, and you nodded back. His gaze darted around as he didn’t know how to follow that up again. The tips of his ears were dusted with a shade of red from his mildly concealed panic, lashes fluttering as he looked everywhere but you.

You grinned, holding back a giggle when he shuddered as you scooted close to his side until your shoulders were brushing against each other as you walked.

“Does it matter as long as I like you?”

The flush was now a full-on blush when he froze at the spot, his jaw slowly going slack as what you just said finally processed in his head. He tried to hide his flustered expression behind the back of his hand, looking away from your giggling self as he stuttered.

“I suppose not...”

#jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro imagine #fushiguro imagines

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persephoneyss · 3 years

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The Monster.

Pairing: park jimin x f!reader.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish.

Summary: ❝You can be reborn like spring, but your nightmares will follow your footsteps at night.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, voyeurism, Jimin is a little delusional, implicit murder, death threats, a little violence, stalking, death of secondary characters, reader idolizes his mother, humiliation.

Number of words: 6000+

︙ Author's note: this is my first fic here, sorry if there are errors. My first language is not English and I don't speak it fluently either, so I used the translator. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it, I am open to criticism. Thanks!

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To block.

Your mind felt strangely familiar, like it was processing the same situation all over again. And then the same thing happened again.

Blocking.

You never noticed those little details, invisible to the eyes of others. Or maybe you took too seriously the message and advice that your mother always told you when you were afraid of being left alone in your room because of the obvious and silly repetitive story of the monster under the bed, you were crying looking for your mother's room in the middle of the night. You were looking for refuge in her arms. However, the only loving words she had for you were: "Ignore him and he will go away, darling."

It seemed very clever to you, you began to close your eyes ignoring your worst fears and in a short time you could do what most children could not at your age, sleep alone in the dark.

Your mother was wise, maybe that's why you never understood why your father left her overnight. She never commented on the subject and little by little it was forgotten in her daily lives. Your father never existed, you never saw him again.

In his small town no one was exceptionally well known, unless he had done something good or bad enough to be called a hero or, in the same way, a villain. You were barely seven years old when it happened, a family with a lot of money had chosen your town as a decent land, enough to build their luxurious house where their children who came from golden cradles would grow up. According to the gossip, they were foreigners coming to invade their town and rule it, when in reality the Parks never got more involved in politics than necessary.

They were just rich, spending money.

Young women from all over the world and even from other distant towns came every day to try to conquer the privileged children of the great mansion built finely and strategically in the middle of the main square. The young women were beautiful, many times you stood at the door of your house admiring their distinguished perfect faces and you wondered if the children of the Park family were really worth it so that young and beautiful women who had previously been rejected would come back again. in search of new opportunities.

Your mother sometimes stood next to you with a smile and released another phrase that ended up marking your style of thinking, her voice sounded so ethereal: "Money compensates for external beauty, plus the dignity that you lose to those who possess it, it will never have a price."

Your lost look made her smile beautifully badly, then that same sweet voice that taught you things that other women would see as irrelevant, she too moments later she orders you to come home to eat. You thought about it so much, your mother was beautiful, she could remarry if she wanted to. However, she never did, or at least until that day.

You were poor, you were never afraid to accept it. You noticed it almost immediately, when you saw other children playing with toys that seemed impossible that you will ever possess, your mother was friends with the one who was best friends with your father, a carpenter who seemed to be very kind. He always gave you toys that came out with small defects and he couldn't sell, he was a good man until he seemed to misinterpret the situations and her relationship with your mother, unexpectedly asking her to marry him. Obviously you had to stop seeing him after the rejection. However, you were stubborn like the woman who gave you life, almost every day after finishing school you walk two streets to her local.

"How is your mother? Any suitors who weren't rejected the first time?" You laughed, helping him finish his last job. You shook your head, Peter was always very nice and honestly funny, you still didn't understand how your mother could reject them, but you never got into adult affairs. You were just an eight-year-old girl.

"She still misses dad." You whisper trying to drive a nail into loose wood, before being interrupted by Peter.

You look curiously at his downcast face of hers, as if she was keeping something deep within himself. But he quickly changes his expression as well as the subject. "Very good girl, no more help for today" he says, removing the dangerous tools out of your reach, you let out a exhausted sigh wanting to help him. Deep down you felt guilty. "How are you doing in school? I heard that the Parks will start a new campaign to help more in the education of the children, maybe you can see someone from the family up close."

You move your head in distracting affirmation playing with a piece of wood, Peter watches you for a moment and then sighs. You really were special, and if I could tell what happened to your father, you would let go of that glow for sure.

The following days passed in the same way, there was only a radical change in your routine. Now they forced you to stay longer in school so that you could take art classes with the children of the Park family. You had heard many mothers talking to yours about how handsome they were, and since their daughters would undoubtedly have a chance with Jimin, who was the eldest son and of course the first-born heir, you thought for a long time about a tall man with more years than all those young women who hallucinated with the perfect millionaire husband. However, it was all an illusion. Jimin was not a man, he was a seventeen year old teenager.

Perhaps the young woman who did win him over would be very lucky to marry someone her own age and not a bitter old man who only had money. Jimin was everything, young, handsome and a millionaire, the best bet of any woman.

His first class was alongside his current teacher, introducing each child in the Park family. They were all very handsome, but Jimin seemed to shine brighter than the stars in the dark night. You wondered if his younger siblings would become jealous of him, it would be an interesting concept considering you had no siblings.

Your hands moved the clay very patiently, your classmates seemed to enjoy these classes and they were undoubtedly fun.

"What a beautiful flower ..." You smiled nodding, no one would ever think that someone like Jimin would be delighted with the common drawing of any girl. Her gaze traveled around your pure and innocent face, as if she couldn't get enough of you. She sat next to you, admiring how your hands continued to play with the dough creating new shapes and I certainly enjoyed every second.

She had never met someone who would attract so much attention from her, you were ethereal. Jimin was immediately drawn to you, your gaze clear as daylight and your soft features, maybe you were just a girl but you seemed to tempt his attention incredibly badly from him. He felt the strange sensation of making sure you were okay, safe, probably in his arms.

He followed you closely, always arriving at the same time. Her mother used to say that Jimin was very irresponsible, she never complied with the basic principles of being a Park: Discipline, order and punctuality. Jimin was different, his siblings may have fulfilled those three bases just to give what they wanted to their parents and receive more affection from him, but not him.

Jimin was obsessive. Impulsive, and he had self-control issues.

The biggest dangerous trait that his parents noticed since he was little, is that he suffered attacks of anger against anyone without caring about the consequences of this. More than three of his babysitters claimed that little Jimin had hit them, slapping and shoving them. But all of this was radically ignored by the Parks, who turned a deaf ear claiming that their son was simply too controlling, and in a way, he was. Jimin liked to have everything under control, at his disposal.

Jimin found himself fascinated with your little eyes looking at him without fear and, even though it was painful for him, without love. For you, he was nothing more than a stranger. He tried to change that, sitting next to you every day and talking to you a few times when he could get more than two sentences out of you. He liked art, I could tell by the way you focus too much on a small painting of an insignificant tree.

If you liked trees, Jimin could buy a forest for yourself.

You loved roses, he could plant thousands in every corner of town.

Or maybe, your obsession with the smell of vanilla. Jimin went wildly for the most expensive vanilla scented lotion, hoping for some praise from you and he really didn't fail.

No, when the next day he sat next to you and your gaze turned to him with a kind smile. "It smells great, Mr. Jimin." Your soft tone and your minimal compliment was enough to make his entire body shake, his hands began to sweat and his voice seemed to falter. It was amazing how you managed to make him so nervous, while he was still a child.

"Y-do you like it?" She asked even knowing the answer, your head bobbing in a quick nod and an even bigger smile adorns your features.

You put your painting aside for a moment to continue responding, Jimin feels elated to see that his plan worked. Now you're just looking at him, as it always should be. "It smells like vanilla, I like vanilla." You say honestly.

"I see, I also like vanilla." You seem shocked, Jimin increases the tension of him fearing that he said something wrong. He really wasn't lying, maybe vanilla wasn't something he used constantly but he didn't dislike it either, he was just disguising and embellishing a crude truth.

And before long, Jimin feels his life take an unexpected turn, people had started to notice his closeness to you. They called him an angel when in reality he was a devil, rumors and silly praise that he would be a good father were not lacking and the young women who came to his door every day to look for a date with him increased in an exorbitant way. You were oblivious to all that, clearly. However, you could not ignore all the looks that fell on you when you accompanied your mother to the market, as from one day to the next you became someone important just because you were the focus of attention of him Mr. Jimin, as you used to call him with respect. Peter also suffered the consequences of this, you had not stopped going to his store and the young women looking to conquer Jimin or at least get his attention began to follow you wanting to win your affection so that you will speak well of them with their desired man, no you were interested in what they could offer you but the biggest problem was that they did not like to receive a clear 'No.' as a reply.

They were insistent and often annoying. They followed you closely, even when you went to school or to visit Peter who now only went twice a week, you did not want to go out and have to face the pity that it gave you to see many beautiful young women begging for a vague love and that I was looking for more money arrangements than anything else. Also, not all of them had good intentions with you. Your mother made sure of your safety in the face of any incident, and with that came her last word, her strict order not to approach Park Jimin again until he found a wife.

The rest would be history.

He would surely forget you and start forming his own family, having his own children and likewise, looking for his own problems. Instead, that never happened. Jimin had discovered your plan, he was angry, he couldn't believe that you were ignoring his attempts to approach you in such a way. Your attitude was so pure but you were hurting her so much.

He was delusional, she knew he was. But he didn't want to stop. So, he did the only thing that would make you stay by his side.

You felt strangely calm, you had been to and from school with no one following closely in your footsteps. Until you noticed that the whole town seemed to look at you with superiority, with caution. Peter never stopped taking care of his store, however, that day it was closed. You gave little thought to that coincidence, walking home with slow steps. Deep down you were scared.

Maybe you thought you could feel it, in front of your house a crowd of people lay watching the most unexpected marriage request. Your mother was uncomfortable, you could tell by how her face was distorted, and how her hands seemed to shake for reasons not yet known to you. You watched in horror as Jimin knelt before her with a smile pulling a ring out of a small red box.

For a moment, you thought about your father. You felt strange, you always wanted to have a warm fatherly hug but it made you uncomfortable to imagine Jimin occupying that place, you did not want him, you did not love him as a daughter to his firstborn or as another similar relationship. He was a stranger.

Your body fell into the seat reserved especially for you, your eyes observed any place in the church trying to disperse your mind. Your little shoes brushed against each other, your hands rested on the wooden seat waiting for the wedding to end as soon as possible. You never wanted to oppose your thoughts to the idea of your mother falling in love or getting married again, you really didn't care much as long as that person was good for her.

However, he was Park Jimin. You felt disgusted when her mother looked at you from afar with despicable eyes, just as anger consumed you when Mrs. Park tried to embarrass your mother in front of everyone. You didn't ask for this, nobody asked for it.

Maybe you spent too much time thinking around you to notice that Jimin was unhappy. A little upset. He had done what he had to do, chained you to him in some twisted way, marrying your mother and he felt happy, at first. I could see you walking through the church, you were wearing a little white dress to match your mother's and for a sinister moment I imagine that you were the one walking towards him to be named his wife. But he quickly came back to reality, you weren't his fiancée. You wouldn't be his wife.

Deep inside him, he knew how gross it was to feel like this.

Your mother's eyes reflected how unhappy she was, her gaze was uncertain. Jimin smiled seeing how you kicked the decorations that fell to the ground, you were completely oblivious to everything and more to the look of her that she followed you closely. Many called him a good father. Seeing nothing but his protective attitudes, but under the circumstances there were only hints of what might come next. You weren't allowed to leave Jimin's house, his father had left the mansion where his whole family used to live.

Mrs. Park could find no better excuse to leave than the sudden tantrum of her first-born son for marrying an older woman, a widow, and a daughter. This is a mockery and disgrace to her family's last name. Jimin just let her go, he wasn't even there the day her mother boarded the first train to her grandmother's house.

Your mother flatly refused to leave her house at first, she did not want to leave the little cabin that your father had built with his own effort so that both of them would live there and in the future raise their children, you always lived there and you did not want to leave either. But you never had a solid vote, your mother ended up agreeing from one day to the next, you did not know how Jimin managed to change his word so suddenly. Maybe there was never one reason, but you became all of them.

You were painfully present at all times. You observed how little by little, the wispy and wise glow that your mother possessed was getting lost between her empty eyes and her bent body, her head was never raised as she taught you it should be. She was a stranger, you felt scared in her presence. You remembered very well how her face seemed to light up when she saw you coming home from school and how she taught you something new every day.

"Mommy..." You spoke, your hands were still busy with the picture that you hadn't finished painting. But curiosity began to attack your mind.

Your mother came out of the kitchen with a little gray apron, she smiled when she saw you sitting on the floor. "Yes, honey?"

"Why do people get married?" Your gaze lifted from the sheet of paper, wincing at her glowing eyes.

"It depends, it's not necessarily for love. Maybe for money, comfort or ..." her voice trailed off, she still staring at you she leaned down to take your face in her hands. "Because they found someone, as cute as you!"

"Mommy ... I want to marry you!" Your mother began to laugh, your gaze traveled all over her face, joyful of hers and for a moment, you swore that you would hate anyone who dared to take away the great happiness of a genuine smile.

You finished your drawing, just in time because the front door echoed through the entire cabin. Your father appeared with a small drawer in his hands, your mother seemed to be illuminated with an angel when she saw him enter with a kind smile. Both were such for which. They were, more than lovers and husbands, lifelong best friends. Your life seemed to have something that many do not get even after death.

An outer and inner peace. It was perfect.

Almost so perfect, it wasn't true. White roses were always your favorites. However, you began to detest its soft light petals when it seemed that all the townspeople bought the same bouquet of white roses for the funeral of your, now, deceased mother. You took a seat next to her grave, ignoring everyone's greetings and goodbyes, who apparently forgot how her criticism of her increased even as the days, months and years of her wedding with Jimin passed.

You couldn't blame anyone. Or you just didn't want to.

Because the rope around his neck was not placed by them. And the multiple scars on his wrists weren't his marks. A small part of you felt helpless, angry and respectively, disgusted with yourself. Could you help her? Yes. No. Maybe if you had ... And he had stayed in the past.

The little white rose in your hand fell to the floor, everyone had left the room to go to the large buffet served at the reception. You froze, then with the same rage you began to step on the already dead flower at your feet, the petals of it were no more than a pure color, now they were disgusting and dirty. Jimin appeared minutes later, your gaze fell on his hand that was holding a black and a red rose.

"We should go, honey." He whispered as if afraid to scare you even though you were already looking directly at him. Your immobile figure instinctively ran into his arms, which greeted you with an incredibly loving warmth. The roses were placed on top of the coffin, a smile spread across your face when you saw the color red stand out against so much white, and for a second you came to compare the beauty of an outstanding color with your mother.

She stood out in a world where everyone wanted to paint themselves pure white.

Jimin was even more welcoming to you now. He pretended to sleep waiting for 11:30 to arrive so that he could hear your footsteps on the way to his room, you had developed a great amount of fear of loneliness. Jimin knew you always did that, but before it was with her instead of him. You would walk for several seconds looking in the dark for his room, which was next to hers, then I would always hear her voice singing for you, making you rest in his arms. For a long time, I want to be her. But now he was gone and I knew it was a matter of time before your steps stopped at his door.

She loved the closeness of your body to hers, how your hands clung to her nightshirt when you were cold or a horrible nightmare was projected into your dreams. Jimin horribly wishes he could see beyond your dreams, although that would be disrespectful to your privacy, he wouldn't mind breaking your trust too much if he could be sure that you would never walk away from him, even in your dreams.

He managed to chain your life to his, your scared look was the most beautiful thing I have seen before. I want to touch your little face and kiss your soft lips that tempted him every time the word "dad" came out of it.

Time was his greatest enemy.

Your presentation was no better, your hands were trembling again while your feet moved from here to there restlessly. Jimin just watched silently, but the distance between you and him was gigantic, he just wished that the damn bitch that was presented before him would shut up and leave his house. It was remarkable how you seemed angry, maybe it's jealousy, she has feelings for me. He thought sickly, a smile spreading across his face discreetly at his incoherent thoughts of him. The young woman sitting on the sofa in front of him smiled thinking that her talk had caused some pleasure in the young and widowed man.

Jimin admired her face, she was very cute, also she seemed to have good manipulation technique in people. She noticed it quickly when she walked through the door, her smile that seemed uncontrollable and genuine lit up his childlike face. He took a few seconds, he knew he shouldn't do it but he couldn't help comparing the woman to you. You were shorter, you were obviously younger and your gaze was more pure. Jimin was proud of your firm stance, knowing that in the two years since your mother's death you had developed a closer connection with him, and likewise, you were a beautifully perfect copy of him. Your hard gaze and your legs crossed with each other showed your firmness, and your silent opinion.

You wanted the fucking bitch sitting across from your stepdad outside your house.

You laughed at the very idea of one day finding a really good replacement for your mother. You couldn't replace a rose with bad herbs. For you, as selfish as he was, Jimin was your father, and he was your mother's love from the day he married her. No one would replace his position.

It was all three of them, and a part of your mind conned that Jimin still wasn't over the love he had for her. Or he would have remarried long ago, when the young women stood in front of the door of his house asking for a date with him. In those moments you didn't care, Jimin was a stranger, but now he was your father and you were his only daughter. No one had the right to ruin their harmonious relationship, they were both alone and someday serious like him.

You will be successful, you will make a lot of money and you will be able to marry someone you love.

But for now, your gaze fell on the little worn and dirty shoes of the woman in front of you. A smile crossed your face, your gaze lifted surprising the woman. While Jimin waited with his arms crossed for your following action.

"Woman." Your voice seemed to cut her tranquility, her face lost total color of life and a small grimace of fear passed over her fragile face. "I can't allow shoes like that to step on the carpet in my house ..."

The woman looked at Jimin who seemed indifferent, distracted by the painting on the wall.

"I'm sorry miss" she whispered trying to remove her shoes, his hands seemed more clumsy than usual. Her face burned when your hand moved closer to hers to prevent any further movement.

"Go away." A tiny part of you felt sorry for his embarrassed face and flushed cheeks. But it quickly came to your mind that she thought she was good enough to believe she was your mother. When she couldn't even challenge a stupid girl who acted like a spoiled brat. "Get out of my house, or I'll have to ask you not to just take off your shoes."

"I-sorry, I'll go now-..." A sob interrupted her dialogue, her hands searched for the notebook she was carrying but she gave up making a quick bow to Jimin and running outside.

The garden was your favorite part of the big house, the walls constantly made you believe that you were going to be eaten by them. Every day you came out of your lair admiring the many roses of many different colors growing beautiful and healthy. Your school stage was about to begin and you did not want to neglect your garden, which was also a tribute to your late mother.

So you hired a gardener. You were seventeen years old and soon to be eighteen. To say that you managed to experience the best of all those years was ridiculous, and deep down inside you, you thought that all of that was possible because of all the things Jimin did for you.

You had a debt, which you planned to pay in the future. You thought about leaving and letting him have a quiet life from now on without having to run to solve your problems, even if you never asked him to.

Jimin had eyes watching your every move, he clearly remembers how he put security cameras throughout the house, observing how you slept, what you did in the comfort of your room and privacy. Even when you walked into the shower and your hands ran over your body covered in water. Sometimes he felt guilty, for how he seemed to enjoy those moments that seemed so short.

However, it was repeated that as long as you were safe.

Breaking your trust wasn't that important.

Your eighteenth birthday was moderately quiet, Jimin was not used to throwing parties, and honestly, you never asked for one. So you just stood at the door of your house receiving expensive and cheap gifts from people who when they gave you the gift had a forced smile that told you many things. Most were familiar faces, of women who had previously sought a date with your father, obviously being rejected.

The little birthday cake looked so monotonous, the candles were the only thing you could stand out for. You were never aware that you had started to be privileged and extremely ambitious since Jimin proposed to your mother and forced her to marry him, pointing a gun at her pathetic silly little head. You had it all, and in your previous years maybe you managed to get excited about the new toys and accessories that were brought to you from other countries, you had everything that others did not, and a strange epiphany collapsed over you.

It was you, it was déjà vu. You were them, and those who were before, were now you.

You had all of them, and they didn't. Now, by your side, they were all poor. Jimin showered you with gifts, causing you to gradually lose interest in money. You remember your thoughts when it all started and likewise, you still remember the woman with the dirty shoes. You will be successful, you will make a lot of money. It was what you thought in the future for yourself, but now that was it, in a nutshell. Completely boring. You stayed for a moment thinking about them under the watchful eye of your stepfather who tried not to smile when you saw you, you were an adult now and he could finally take you as his own. They would be husband and wife, as it should have been from the beginning of its history.

And you will be able to marry someone you love. You still had only one option left, you blew out the candles with a single sigh causing Jimin to clap his hands and approach you to hug you fondly. The maids behind you only blushed when his boss started showing all of his affection. They weren't used to seeing him so often, Jimin had a firm and tough stance with everyone but he seemed to become as soft as clay in your presence. You came to mold Jimin in your favor, making him a cold person in front of his own demons and then, you left yours.

"I want marriage proposals, father." A gasp came from the mouths of the maids who just immediately fell silent. Lowering their head as they were taught. "I am ready to get married."

Jimin hummed still keeping his arms around you, your body was trapped in theirs. Your skin burned when his fingers squeezed your skin, leaving permanent marks. There was no reaction from you, you were used to this kind of unexpected treatment and it just didn't hurt.

"Get married?" His arms pulled away from you in disgust, there was no other reaction either. Jimin taught you not to object unless you knew you should. Stay calm and you will win. "And can you tell who would want to marry you? Useless little girl."

"Useless?" Your low voice seemed to make him happy for a moment.

Quickly his hands took the utensils to cut the cake, with a soft and sweet voice he continued: "Honey, men do not look for a girl with a lot of money like you. They look for someone to tame, and you, you could easily crush everyone with a wave of your hands."

A piece of the cake perfectly positioned on the plate was placed in front of you, a sob escaping your lips. You were really pathetic, eh? You clearly wanted to live something that has been claimed many times. You weren't going to get married, not without having it all like Jimin said. Then, you would lose everything and go back up to crush the others with greater pleasure.

"Aren't you going to eat? It's your cum-..."

"I will go to a neighboring town, I will finish my studies there."

Jimin looked down at his plate, ignoring how you got up from the table and put your cake aside. Then, your sweet voice finished destroying his self control that he thought he mastered long ago.

"I never liked that cake taste."

And it was the end.

You went back to the start again. You were planning to leave tonight, your bags were ready. Everything you needed was never in that house, it was never him. They were those that never existed in your present continued.

Your shoes did not seem to contrast with the dirt on the town's floor, you were also aware that those would end up in the trash. You didn't care, they were just shoes Jimin bought for your birthday, insignificant.

People were observant, and often foul-mouthed. It was no different than they spoke far from you or close to you, yet their mouths moved in a fussy way exaggerating reactions and creating new lies.

"_____...?" Your posture was decreasing, you no longer had to pretend. A smile covered your face, framing many emotions in one. "Come in please, it's your house."

Peter stepped aside, leaving room for you to enter. Your hands trembled but this time from cold, you still did not get over the harsh winter that suddenly passed. You took your shoes off quickly, briefly forgetting that this was no longer your home. You had sold the little cabin at a minimal price, and you were even happier when it was Peter who chose that place as his future home to live with his wife and his future child. Now he had two more. The little children ran in the tiny room playing with each other, a feeling of nostalgia invaded you when you saw them. You used to do the same before, together with your parents.

Those moments.

"Glad to see you around here, daughter." Peter hadn't changed, he was still the same kind and understanding person as ever. The opposite of you, of course. "Do you want to have tea? I heard on the streets that you would go to study far from here."

"Coffee, please." You responded still reluctant to talk about your departure.

Peter just laughed at your exaggerated denial, nodding and leading into the kitchen. You took a seat at the small table looking around. "You didn't change the decoration."

"Uh? ...." He seemed surprised by your observation, but he quickly smiled. "No. Actually, I think I liked it from the beginning how your ... er ... your mother decorated it. Besides, my wife loved it too. For her, it's beautiful as spring."

"Spring?" You ask, avoiding looking at it. You look down looking for some reason not to feel sad, in a way, you had compared your mother to spring as well. However, Jimin said that you were his. You never liked being called a light, because you always tried to be in your mother's shadow. And you liked it. "She believed that she is very wise, my mother was like spring."

"Thanks." A voice whispered from behind, your gaze fell on her and her face very much like your mother's. But they were obviously completely different. "I never doubted that you were just as wise. Spring represents the new beginning, a new beginning. Did you manage to find yours?"

Peter tried to intervene, clearly noticing the way his wife was trying to make you talk about your life after your mother died.

"I did. That's why I'm leaving here tonight."

"I'm glad we all need to be born again at some point."

You affirm with a small movement of the head, concentrating your gaze on the coffee cup in your hands. The smoke fell directly on your face hiding your grimace of disgust. Nobody deserves to talk about her like that yet.

"Ok, honey." Peter began by sitting across from you, with a cup of green tea and a serene expression. "Are you planning to go alone or with someone? I heard that travel today is very dangerous."

"Actually, I am accompanied by an acquaintance. His name is Jungkook, he also planned to leave and started working for me as a gardener to get the necessary money. We became good friends." You spoke remembering the adorable smile of the young man, he used to accompany you everywhere you went as if his job was to protect you. At first it was cute, but then it was annoying. Even after all that, you preferred to travel with him rather than alone.

"Oh that's very nice. I'm glad you managed to meet your goals. Good luck."

Your goals?

"Thanks, Peter."

His gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he seemed to remember something very important. She gave you a smile before getting up to leave the kitchen.

"I have something for you, you are old enough to know this."

It was an envelope. Common and ordinary, but its envelope was beginning to deteriorate, showing that it was an old and very reserved letter.

You questioned your decision but took it, not wanting to read it in front of anyone even more when you read who wrote the letter.

You sat on the small wall, the trees and the cool breeze boosted your adrenaline. Small pieces of paper fell to the ground. So, you weren't thinking correctly at those times.

"I only married a man that I loved in all my life, I was happy. I had a daughter. I lived years of solitude and then, I was chained to an empty love."

"I know what you're reading this now. You're weak, darling. Maybe that's what made us mother and daughter. Because from the beginning I never had the courage to tell you that Jimin put a ring on my finger and a gun to my head. Or maybe, I was weak when I didn't get in the way of his errand, I should have told him that I hated him and that he could put a bullet in my head before giving it to my daughter. And maybe, I should have told everyone who passed by me that He was the same one who murdered my husband, he never left. I made you believe that. You never asked. "

"I saw you so happy today, you were running between the garden and the wedding. I could see his gaze following your hurried steps, I was almost completely sure that he was trying to get closer to you at all times. I told the woman next to me, But she shut me up saying that I can't be jealous of a father and daughter relationship. You weren't her daughter. She also ordered me to let them create a closer relationship, because I already had Park Jimin's heart in my hands. Liars."

"I always loved your curious voice. You used to ask me everything, and why everything was like that. But lately, I don't know what to answer. Why am I crying? Why is there a dark stain under my eyes? Why is there blood in the bathroom? Why did I never ask for help? I see you worry and you don't let me give you affection, because you prefer to give it to me. I also see how I start to bother him, I am a hindrance. Now I understand, I knew it but I never wanted to accept that it happened. He was everywhere, and likewise, I was never part of the plan."

"There were only two things I didn't tell you. I love you and my last piece of advice. Honey, lock it up and fly to the start, whenever you feel lost. A fresh start and never forget spring."

You stifled a sob. Covering up your pain. You had not noticed that the night had covered the sky, a dark blue blanket arrived. It took you a long time to assimilate that all the fragments were torn papers, and it was not a letter. It was an envelope filled with, apparently, incomplete sheets torn from a notebook. There was a fragment that was not part of the leaves, but rather was written later.

"Lost parts of a sad widow's diary.

Peter."

They were from your mother's diary. So where was the rest? What actually happened? A message came to your phone, you read it quickly still drying your tears.

JUNGKOOK:

Our trip is in an hour, I hope you said goodbye to everyone.

Received at 7:05 p.m.

I still do not:(

Received at 7:06 p.m.

Along with both messages was an attached picture, a photo of him and his grandmother. Jungkook talked a lot about her, and hers, her brothers. You smile, still wiping the tears from your face.

Your feet moved, the leaves in your hands seemed too heavy. And yet it was something you needed to do.

"Are you at home." His monotonous voice invaded you, he was busy reading a book that rested in his hand. The maid came over leaving a cup of coffee beside him, greeting your presence politely. "I have some things to discuss with you, darling."

"Me too, Jimin." It was the first time you had said his name without due respect, he seemed surprised for a moment. But his expression changed to one of happiness, as if he had been waiting for it. "I couldn't say goodbye, I'm leaving today. I think you already know that, though."

"Actually, no. But it's nice to hear it from you."

"I ..." Your voice dried in your throat, a giant doubt fell over you. You didn't want to leave without telling him how much you hated everything about him. His attention, his affection, his smile, his gaze, his voice. Everything about him was disgustingly charming. "I think I'll go get my bags."

Jimin nodded, ignoring your presence. Still distracted with reading him.

"Before you go, can you give me that back, darling?" Your gaze followed where he pointed his finger. Your hand. The leaves were still there.

"It's something of mine-..."

"Oh I don't think so. It really is very easy to threaten someone, just suffice to say that you can put a bullet in their head to make them your obedient little puppets."

"I do not understand your..."

"Me? It was obviously me. I'm surprised you thought your mother would be smart enough to leave a confession letter to her ex-lovers, days before her death. You really had a lot of credit for her." His chatter was accompanied by a laugh. You were paralyzed, shaking in your useless state of shock. "But I will not say that I did not plan, I hoped that you would never have the courage to try to leave my side. And even if that were the case, I knew that you would say goodbye to the only person who reminded you of her. Peter, she has a family. lovely."

Nor did he expect you to have the courage to cheat on him with another man. Oh, the gardener. Poor Jungkook, his body now rested leaving behind your favorite flowers. Jimin bit his lip, another mocking smile peeking out with intensity remembering the cutthroat figure of the innocent but guilty young man.

You were his...

"How can you be so cruel?" The doubt in you seemed to want to keep growing, passing second by second through your head. You weren't sure you could understand that everything that happened in front of you was actually planned by the same person who swore never to leave you alone. The same man who disguised himself as a sheep so he could eat you like a wolf. "Did you kill my mother ?!" Jimin seemed surprised by your desperate tone, he did not expect to be able to unbalance your state so easily.

It was lovely. Certainly.

"No sweetie." He murmured closing the book in his hands, setting it on the table next to the steaming cup of American coffee. "But it would have been exquisite to be the reason for his pain. Unfortunately, it was your father who won that title."

"Where did you get this from? I know she wrote it, and I also know that she would never give it to you knowing what a monster you are." Tears were running down your cheeks like water, you knew you were a mess but Jimin seemed to look at you like you were a perfect work of art.

"I found it." He spoke casually, getting up from his seat. Walking slowly towards your trembling figure. "It was a coincidence, I like casual things. It was a coincidence that you studied at that school, that your mother was a widow, that your father died. That he will make me fall in love with you."

What is your goal now?

"I love you darling."

Escape from the monster.

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 3 years

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Sessile

Rating: NSFW Length: 1614 Pairing: Male Forest Guardian/Leshen/Plant Monster x Male Reader (both cis)

A commission for my friend Dito.

xxx

You’ve never been able to ignore the lure of the forest. It has called you since childhood, its creatures more friend to you than most humans. You spend whole summers catching and releasing bugs and frogs, watching fireflies in its meadows, and swimming with the fish in its rivers and streams. You start to find things in the forest when you’re in your teens—things that you know are for you. There are glittering stones or golden acorns left on your clothing when you return to it from swimming, and at times the crows bring you trinkets like a necklace of bottle caps on a leather string, or small plastic hair clips that once belonged to a small child.

You keep each gift in a shoebox under your bed long after you’ve moved out on your own, aching to return to the forest when life loses the carefree nature of childhood. You make few friends wearing your clips in your hair and acorns strung around your neck, but you don’t care; someone cared enough about you to gift them to you, so you were going to display them proudly. It isn’t until you begin to study biology that you find others who experience the call of the forest, but none of them have been courted by it like you have. None know the call of a crow bearing gifts.

It isn’t until you’re late into your twenties that you work up the nerve to give something back. That summer, you give pretty ribbons and wood crafts you carve or burn back to the crows in exchange for your trinkets, and you’re startled to see that the gifts begin changing in nature. Where once there were acorns, now there was a fine tunic spun from raw silk waiting for you when you came back from swimming. It felt like cool water against your skin when you slipped it over your head and smoothed it down along your thighs, relishing in the soft caress of it against your skin.

The next time you traded trinkets, it was for an orange diamond that was as big as a robin’s egg and warm to the touch. It shone red and gold in the light and reflected rainbows across the grass when you held it up to the sunlight, and you immediately took it home to make a little cage for the gemstone to sit in while it hung around your neck. After that, the crows gave you gold coins that seemed to be priceless, but you tucked them into your shoebox just the same.

You spend the next few days on a woodworking project that keeps you up late into the night, but you don’t mind; the bracelet, when finished, is your finest work, carved to display flowers and vines and inlaid with small chips of all the precious stones you’ve received over the years. The response is swift and shocking: this time, the crows bring you a glittering ring. The message is clear, and it frightens you a little. Whatever is in the forest, whatever you’ve been doing, this back-and-forth… Just what have you been courting? A faery? A demon?

You leave the ring and run.

Staying away from the forest is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. The trees seemed to whisper your name in mourning whenever you’re anywhere near it, and the forest followed you into your dreams to haunt you. Each dream was the same, warm and welcoming one moment, cold and lonely the next. You wake with wet lashes and a bitter ache in your heart, until it becomes unbearable and then a day more.

When the time came that you felt your heart might break and never mend, you returned in full regalia, wearing nothing but your fine silk tunic and all of the trinkets that your forest has ever given you. Whatever madness this was, you were ready to accept it. When the crows came again, tentative and wary, you took the ring and placed it on your finger, leaving no room for misinterpretation. The crows took flight and disappeared into the forest, but that is when he appeared.

At first, you thought him terrible. He was half as tall as the trees and just as broad, with long limbs made of twisted wood and thick, flowering vines. Flowers sprouted from his chest and over his shoulder, weaving into what looks like a cape made of vines and leaves. His head was little more than a deer’s skull with sharp, imposing teeth, eyes deep, glowing pits the same colour as the diamond at your chest. He was the forest itself, a guardian lost to man and time.

“I thought you would never return,” he murmured, and his voice was the most wonderful thing you’d ever heard—all birdsong and the hush of wind through the trees.

You ran to him, allowing him to gather you up into his strong, firm arms and wrapping your own around his long, willowing neck. “Oh, I’ll never leave you again,” you whispered, kissing at the skull’s cheeks and along its jaw until your guardian shivered and purred.

“You would leave the human realm behind?” he asked, trembling at your attentions.

“Yes.”

“You would let me love you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh!” he cried, speechless with joy, and his long tongue slipped free from his skull to glide into your mouth to kiss you.

He tasted of wood and honey—of something dark and sweet and wonderful—and you knew at once that you would never tire of his kisses. Heart pounding wildly in your chest, you asked him to take you to his home, and he happily obliged. Deep in the forest was a grand house made entirely of wood and flowers, and you held his finger as he led you through and showed you where you would both spend the rest of your days.

“Why me?” you asked at length, looking up into his face and watching as his eyes flickered in and out of existence.

“Why not you?” he countered, drawing you back into his arms to kiss you again and again. “You were always so kind to my subjects, so respectful of the forest, so at home within my realm. How could I not love you?” His hands caressed your backside and chest as though you were a precious thing, the bark of his skin catching gently in the silk of your tunic until you were driven to pull it over your head.

“Take me,” you begged, and he groaned his assent.

He laid you back tenderly into the grasp of several vines as soft as velvet, and you felt both utterly safe and entirely exposed when the vines pinned your wrists above your head and spread your thighs to reveal your hardness. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, carefully tracing the tip of one gnarled finger down along your twitching cock.

“Tell me your name?” you whimpered, pushing up into his touch and being rewarded with a gentle stroke of his warm, careful hand.

“Sessile,” he whispered back, and when he knelt to taste you, hands on your thighs, you noticed the bracelet you made on one of his fingers, worn like a ring.

“Sessile,” you moaned, writhing around the press of his hot, slippery tongue. It was working you open at a pace that was maddening—too fast one moment, too slow the next. “Please.”

“‘Please’ what, my love?” he murmured when he pulled away, eyes a soft shade of red that reminded you of roses.

You squirmed under his gaze, moaning again when his tongue wrapped around your cock and stroked. “Oh, gods, please fuck me.”

“Are you certain?” Sessile asked, standing up so that he towered in front of you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care if you do,” you said, rocking up against the vine that replaced his tongue. “I just want you inside me.”

“Very well,” murmured Sessile, cupping your body gently in his giant hands. “Hold onto me, sweet thing.”

The vines that held your wrists slid away and let you move again, allowing you to wrap your hands around his thumbs and watch as a strange, pink flower blossomed from between Sessile’s thighs. When it bloomed, it was with a thick sheen of slick nectar, revealing a long, flared appendage that looked somewhere between a cock and a flower’s pistil. When Sessile nudged up against your entrance, you felt the nectar tingle and burn, heightening your sensation as he pushed himself into you.

It hurt, at first, until it didn’t. You suspected the nectar had something to do with the ease of entry, but those suspicions and all other thoughts disappeared the moment that Sessile began to move inside of you, pushing against your prostate time and time again. You lost yourself to sensation as he thrust inside of you, holding onto his hands as though you’d fall off of the face of the earth without him there to ground you. It wasn’t long at all before your balls clenched and cum shot up along your stomach and chest, but Sessile was there to clean it with his long, wonderful tongue, kissing you hungrily so that you tasted yourself on him as he continued to rock his dick inside you.

The sunset found you nestled in the arms of your lover, sharing sweet kisses and a large, mossy blanket that he made just for you. “Will you truly stay?” Sessile whispered to the growing darkness, almost as if afraid to hear the answer.

“As long as you’ll have me,” you murmured back, smiling as you played with the ring on his finger, “and then a day more.”

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ghostietea · 3 years

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On Tohru and Akito: a long overdue analysis

As some may know, Tohru Honda and Akito Sohma from the manga Fruits Basket are pretty much my all time favorite protagonist/antagonist pair. They just work incredibly well as thematic pieces and driving forces of the story in relation to eachother. And beyond even the surface level they have a rich and layered goldmine of parallels that make them fascinating to think about. While it may make many a newbie raise an eyebrow, I think this is a fact that is to some level pretty widely acknowledged in the fandom proper. However, there is another level of their relationship that is often mostly left out of analytical conversations about them and their parallels: their eventual friendship. Something which, partly due to screentime, is often somewhat simplified down and misinterpreted. Which I think is a shame because, when you look at it, their eleventh hour friendship is deeply interwoven with their parallels and the very thematics and ending of the story. So then, what’s really going on with the girls that stand as part of the thematic core of Furuba? Beyond (most of, true analytical objectivity is impossible in interpretation) my personal sentimental feelings, let’s talk Akito and Tohru: their parallels, relationship, and role in the story overal. Read more present, this is going to be a long one but I hope you stick around 😊

One facet of Akito and Tohru’s role in relationship to eachother that I think is both interesting and imperative to understanding their purpose is their nature as eachother’s foils, especially their parallels. See, the two girls are both opposite and the same. Takaya sets them up as foils before we even properly meet Akito, as you can see in these panels:

However, their foil relationship becomes a lot more intriguing once their similarities become more apparent later in the story. Just think about it: two girls with boy’s names whose fathers died when they were young, leaving them alone with their mothers, who both developed behavior that, according to the environment that they grew up in, would keep them from being abandoned. Akito, coming from the cultish Sohma clan where she was treated as a God to the point that she thinks she can do no wrong and has tied all of her self worth to the role, plays the part of a male ruler who must uphold tradition and keep the zodiac with her by any means. Akito is terrified of being abandoned, especially since she has no idea how to have relationships outside of the context of the bond, only exacerbated by the fact that Ren, one of the only people that openly questions her role, has constantly told her that she’s useless and will be abandoned. This is something that informs all of her (many, terrible) decisions and leads her to try desperately to keep the curse together, something which puts her in direct conflict with Tohru, who actually wants the curse broken in part so that she won’t be abandoned. Tohru may not be as obvious with her abandonment issues as miss screeches-at-people-not-to-leave-her, but they still inform a good deal of her character. Like Akito, she develops behavior around the time of her father’s passing to try to keep herself from being abandoned, mirroring her father’s proper speech because she was worried that she was losing Kyoko. But, as she grew older in her much warmer environment, Tohru turned to kindness instead of fear to capture others, maintaining a facade of extreme positivity, politeness, and determination so as to not bother anyone. And, while she hides it, Tohru just gets worse after losing her mother. She becomes dedicated to preserving her feelings about her mother as is, refusing to move on much as Akito also refuses to move on from the curse and what her father wanted. Then comes the beach house reveal, where Tohru learns that Akito plans to take away her new family, even locking up the one most precious to her. Tohru tells herself that she’s going to break the curse for the freedom of the zodiac and cat, but she is also, in a way, doing it to keep herself from being abandoned. Later this feeling changes to become more focused on preventing the loss of Kyo himself, something which Tohru doesn’t want to admit. Tohru is a truly good and kind person and does want to help, yes, but also some part of her is doing this to keep the ones she loves by her side, understandably as she is a teen that recently lost the person she revolved her whole life around. But it comes to a point that you have to realize: Akito and Tohru are both motivated by the same thing, they just present it in wildly different ways. I don’t think that I have to explain how exactly their behavior foils eachother, the more worldly and modern Tohru acting on radical kindness and acceptance and thinking she deserves nothing while the sheltered, traditional Akito uses manipulation and fear to get what she thinks she is entitled to. It’s very apparent, but just gets even spicier in the context of how similar they are. Another parallel is in Tohru’s mom picture vs Akito’s father box, both relics of their dead and favorite parent that they are extremely protective of and treat almost like it is their deceased parent. Early in the series Tohru is seen carrying around a photo of her mom which she talks to, something which seems pretty harmless, until we consider how terrified she is every time she thinks she’s lost it, even going as far as to refer to it as if it were her mother. Notably, it barely shows up in the second half of the series, as she reluctantly drifts away from her mom and towards Kyo. In this later part of the series, we are introduced to Akito’s box, which she (semi, it’s complicated) thinks contains her father’s soul. Akito’s box is shown in a much darker light, from how the reveal of what it us to her is framed to how cruelly she reacts when it’s being stolen. Akito’s box is to Tohru’s photo what their owners narratively are to eachother: a dark mirror.

Ok, and now for the reason that I think it was important to bring all these parallels up first: because as you cannot understand Tohru and Akito as enemies without understanding their differences, you cannot understand them as friends without knowing their similarities. While it is easy to write off Tohru reaching out to Akito as just another case of Tohru being Tohru, that does a disservice to the full picture. I’ve seen around in the fandom that a good deal of people seem to think Tohru trying to befriend her is just Tohru being overly kind and forgiving, and this is something I think ties back a bit to some early fandom misconceptions about Tohru. Bear with me for a second, this is going to be a bit of a tangent but it ties back. It’s died down some now, but in the early Furuba fandom it was very common to just think of Tohru as a pretty flat nice girl doormat character, which besides misogyny is probably partially the fault of the 01 anime, which cuts off before we get to see more of Tohru’s insecurities and tones down what we do see (also, in the case of the relationship I’m talking about, 01 ads in that God awful end confrontation that I despise for being everything that I’m about to argue the ACTUAL confrontation that I like is not). Manga Tohru is a very subtle character, she hides a lot of her feelings behind a perpetually happy front which doesn’t start to let slip until later. And, since it’s later on in the manga which went unadapted for years and is mixed in with a bunch of crazy stuff, I think Tohru’s quiet development is often somewhat overlooked. For example, early series Tohru is very well known for the speeches she gives to the zodiac when she first meets them, speeches that, importantly, always tie back to things that her mom said. Tohru’s worldview back then revolved completely around Kyoko, so it’s probably a bit of a thing that in the later story, when Tohru draws ever nearer to the realization that she must move on, she does not give her mom speeches anymore? As opposed to the early story, when it was pretty much back to back character intros, in the late story Tohru notably only gets to befriend two new Sohmas: Isuzu and Akito. Notably, she doesn’t quote her mom either time, these are both people that she can relate to on some of her more hidden issues, and she shows a more personal side of her emotions in her turning point confrontations with them than she did earlier. It is especially important to realize that, in her confrontation on the cliff, Tohru is deciding that she is willing to go against her mom. Early series Tohru was a front anyways, and is a different Tohru from the one that finally gets through to Akito. I was using it as an example, but the evolution of Tohru’s befriending confrontations will be important later. Furthermore, there is the perception of Tohru as a doormat. Listen, Tohru may be very kind and polite, but one of her defining characteristics is being very determined and strong willed when need be. This is something that is especially relevant to her interactions with Akito. From the first meeting outside the school, Tohru knows to be wary of Akito and even breaks politeness and shoves her when she senses that Akito is making Yuki uncomfortable. This sets up immediately that Tohru can and will stand up to Akito. This is driven in even farther at the beach house, when Tohru, after again physically getting between Akito and a zodiac, decides that she will directly go against all of the Sohma family’s centuries of tradition and Akito herself to break the curse. There’s even a cute moment when, upon remembering Akito telling her not to, Tohru just decides to meddle even harder. Tohru, while polite about it, does not like Akito and puts herself in direct opposition to her. Tohru does not originally want to be Akito’s friend, or to have anything to do with her. The cliff scene is not just Tohru befriending someone because she just is over forgiving and loves everyone (an argument can be made that she still goes to easy on Akito, but it’s in line with how the narrative treats her too so that’s another conversation), there was a specific reason both that she chose to try to get through to Akito and that it actually worked. Up until their big confrontation, Tohru still thinks of Akito as a threat, and while she has gotten more information that shakes up her view of Akito, she still doesn’t understand her well enough to see her as much more than an obstacle. Then Akito barges into her yard when she’s just been rejected, crying and confessing how terrified she is of being abandoned, of things changing, and Tohru just goes still, eyes wide in shock. And she realizes: her and Akito have been afraid of the same thing the whole time. This is when Tohru decides to try to reach out to her. Because Tohru, on a deep level, sees Akito because of their similarities. She calls Akito out on her insecurities, and Akito reacts badly, accusing Tohru of being “dirty” and trying to condescend. Tohru partially rebukes this, not trying to hold herself above Akito as pure and righteous, but instead confessing her own fears of abandonment and change in an attempt to empathize with Akito.

At this part of the story, Tohru is fully coming into the realization that, in order to live her life, she needs to stop clinging to this idea of an “unchanging” relationship with her mom, something that scares her quite a bit. She realizes that, while she saw the flaws in Akito’s “eternity” and tried to destroy it, she had not been as perceptive with herself, clinging to that same notion. Tohru is an incredibly repressed character, especially in regards to emotions she thinks of as “dirty,” and she is showing a remarkable amount of vulnerability in this scene. Another thing to note about Tohru is that she, in her immense repression, will often process her own issues through other people. We see this throughout the story, from her showing grief over her mom by crying for Momiji and his mom to her projecting her fear of losing Kyo onto Kureno and Arisa. So then, it’s quite something to consider that the last Sohma she befriends is the one most emblematic of the issues she keeps locked up tightest? That as she’s speaking to her she’s deciding to move forward from her own fears? In a way, could accepting Akito be a symbol of Tohru accepting what she thinks are the darker parts of herself? Akito is also coming to a realization about moving on, acknowledging that the zodiac curse is coming to an end and that everything she believes is a lie, and she is absolutely distraught about it. But Tohru, in a way that nobody else does, understands Akito, and wants Akito to be her friend. Not out of pity or reverence, but a desire for solidarity. And this is the very reason why Tohru was actually able to get through to Akito. As we see with Kureno before he gets stabbed and Momiji at the beach house and when his curse breaks, it’s not like people haven’t kindly tried to get through to her before.

Of course, the reason it worked for Tohru can also be partially chalked up to the fact that Akito herself has come a long ways in personal realizations to the point that there’s just some things she can’t deny anymore, but that’s not all. Akito tends to react very negatively to what she sees as condescension, she thinks people want to try to pick her apart and see how she ticks just so they can look down on her, so they can see her as lesser. She thinks Tohru is trying to condescend too at first, especially since she perceives Tohru as this holier than thou saint wannabe. Fascinatingly, Akito’s view of Tohru is incredibly similar to that early fandom idea of Tohru as an angelic mary sue, and she hates her for it. She thinks that Tohru is trying to be like this and is seen as such, and that she (Akito) is the only who can see that Tohru is wrong somehow.

But Tohru rejects this notion of a pure her that both the fandom and her early self tried to project, presenting herself as flawed and human and purposefully trying to not put herself on a pedestal above Akito. She makes it very clear that she’s not trying to condescend, she is the same way (well, sorta) and she gets it. Notably, after this point Akito doesn’t accuse her of looking down on her, instead freaking out temporarily because of how much Tohru called her out before venting about her fears to her. And, while, partially due to outside circumstances, it does take Akito a bit longer to accept her offer of friendship, she legitimately manages to get through to her very soon after this point. If Tohru had tried one of her early series mom speeches on Akito, or just tried to blindly accept her without understanding, it would not have worked. Akito would have just written it off or reacted badly and left it there. But because Tohru tried to befriend Akito out of understanding as an equal it actually worked. You can’t separate Akito and Tohru’s parallels and their eventual friendship because one aspect is integral to the other.

A connected aspect of their relationship that I see talked of very little but is actually a pretty strong undercurrent is that of equality and power. To explain this, we have to look at Akito for a bit. Throughout her life, pretty much everyone around Akito has either put her on a pedestal or looked down on her. This is something that not only greatly damaged the way she thinks of herself and others, but has given her an intensely hierarchical view of relationships. We even see this notion clearly take form for her in the black paint scene, where she decides that Yuki, who she’d previously seen as the same as her, has to be lesser or else she will become useless. From the moment Akito was born she was “God,” an existence above everyone else. Even her own father only seems to give her affection for being God, and when he dies and she takes his place as the head of the family she is just elevated even farther at an extremely young age. The only people (she thinks) she’s close to are the zodiac, and the curse itself puts an inherent power dynamic into that relationship that can only be overcome with its undoing. Akito clings to her power, to her rank in the hierarchy, all the while the very thing she desperately upholds has made her the real outsider. Akito, who does everything in the name of belonging, was always alone from the start. As Tohru points out, as long as she is above the group she cannot be a part of it.

Simultaneously, and almost contradictory to the pedestalization and power dynamic aspect, Akito is extensively coddled and pitied. A lot of the older adults around her treat her almost like a crotchety, spoiled child. A child who is coddled to the point of never being given any reprimand or instruction on just how to behave like a functional human being until things have gone far too far. Then you have cases like Kureno, who seems to still see Akito like a kid, pretty much just coddles her as a job, and only stays because he pities her. This leads to a strange dual sided dynamic in multiple cases, where Akito is seen as someone’s better and has more power but is also being looked down upon in a way too. Akito has never in her life been seen and treated as an equal, so it’s pretty important when it is made clear that Tohru tries to befriend her as an equal. After all this time, Tohru, an outsider that is not under Akito’s control, who can hold her ground in a challenge against her, is finally the one to meet her on the same level. There’s this page that I adore that symbolizes this idea really nicely. It opens on a panel of Akito sitting a distance away from the zodiac who are all having fun together, a motif we’ve already seen a few times, but this time Tohru sits down right next to her.

This page comes at a critical moment, when Tohru is offering her hand in friendship to Tohru, it’s Akito realization of what Tohru is trying to do. Later on, we get Akito narrating what this page was showing, which I think I just need to put in:

We also see a bit of their conversation after they reunite in the hospital later, where Tohru again denies that she is better than Akito. Now, I think both the Tokyopop and Yen Press translations of this scene are a bit weird, the Tokyopop version uses the word “pretty” (confusing) while the Yen Press uses “kind” (don’t think that’s the best word). However one time I saw like a Malaysian english release in the half price books that used “pretty on the inside” and I like that best so I’ll just pretend that’s it.

I think this scene is interesting because it could seem like they’re just talking about morality but that’s not it. This is, once again, Tohru pretty explicitly trying to stop the creation of any sort of hierarchy between her and Akito. It’s not about right or wrong, Tohru know very well that Akito’s done things wrong and actively worked to stop her, it’s about not wanting them to be put on some sort of different rank based on morality and Tohru understanding Akito enough to empathize with the fact that (wrong or no) Akito was really hurt by Tohru and they won’t get anywhere if they don’t acknowledge that. Furthermore, I’ve already talked a bit about it already, but I think the way that Tohru asserts that she gets what Akito’s feeling and thinks she herself is “dirty” during their confrontation is relevant here too. She is, again, presenting herself as someone on the same level who understands Akito and is not being nice out of pity. This then leads to the page I talked about before which is again, Akito realizing this! This is a huge moment for her, someone who has had all of her relationships messed up by inequality and has no idea how to have a normal relationship, who is having a breakdown because she thinks that because of this it’s too late for anyone to love her, to have someone who understands her and wants to meet her on the same level. Even if she tries to deny it and shift blame, at this point Akito has realized that the zodiac bond is not what she thought and that she has been acting horribly. The groundwork is already there for Akito to have a change of heart, especially considering that a lot of her horribleness stems from legitimate extreme ignorance and her obsession with the bond so once she’s snapped out of that… The main thing that’s holding her back past that is that she’s panicking and cannot see a way forward. So then when there’s someone who actually gets where she’s coming from instead of just tolerating her and is offering her the sort of friendship that she’s never gotten to have of course she’d go for it! Tohru Honda has proven Akito wrong in ever way and, in the end, she even proves her wrong on her greatest fear: that she can only be wanted because she’s God. Because of Akito’s specific issues, nothing could have been more powerful for her than someone coming to her as an equal. Again, the piece about why Tohru could get through to her. It just wouldn’t be the same if Tohru didn’t have a reason to want Akito around or if she somehow saw Akito as below her, the very core of their relationship is the destruction of hierarchies. From the beginning Tohru has been trying to destroy the hierarchy of the zodiac, and when it comes down to it she does not take Akito’s spot at the top, but decides to stand beside her and the zodiac instead. Early in the series we see Akito trying to have some power over Tohru through fear, but when the time comes and Akito is pretty much defeated Tohru does not take power as the victor, hoping that Akito joins her instead of being somehow defeated. And at the end of it all this works, and Akito dissolves the zodiac and with it most of her power and her godhood of her own accord.

Despite their relative lack of page time, Tohru and Akito’s relationship has always been something that I come back to. Sure, a lot of that is just sentiment as they meant a lot to me when I was younger, but I think there’s something there. They work amazingly as protagonist and antagonist, contrasting nicely and working as symbols of both sides of the thematic conflict. There’s a palpable tension to their early interactions that makes you both scared and interested to see what happens when these two inevitably have to go head to head. But then, as the story goes on, it seems more and more like they are a tragedy, so similar yet on different sides of the story, fated to have one of them stuck with an unhappy ending brought on by the other.

But, even as dark as it gets, that wouldn’t really be Fruits Basket, would it? In the end, Tohru and Akito’s similarities win out, not their differences. I think it would have been so easy to just make this a story where the sweet heroine “saves” the villain just because, but that is so blatantly not what’s going on. Tohru simply sees herself in Akito, she’s not trying to somehow fix her and nor should she have to, she just wants to be her friend. And then the two manage to overcome their driving fear of moving on, forging new bonds and inspired by their interaction with the other. It’s not like Tohru somehow fixes Akito’s problems, Akito has to do things herself and in fact independence is a big theme of her endgame arc. Tohru simply offered her friendship, and that was enough. There’s a distinction to be made between how Tohru inspires Akito and Tohru somehow “saving” her, because Akito very much has to learn to save herself in the end after a lifetime of pushing her issues onto others. And, as a side note, all this is sort of why it bugs me when people act like Tohru would be like a mom to Akito. First off, Tohru shouldn’t have to be the mom to everyone. And, kind as she is, Tohru is also not a Kureno, she sees and interacts with Akito in a completely different way and their relationships with Akito are one of the big points were Tohru and Kureno differ. Second off, Akito has spent her life coddled and clinging onto anything that she can hold onto as a resemblance of parental affection to a toxic degree. Part of her arc is that she needs to grow out of this, become more independent, and have more balanced relationships. Akito at this point does not want or need to make a mommy figure out of one of her peers, and doing so may in fact be regressive. Sure, she will definitely need a level of guidance going forward, but it would be more beneficial for her to learn from example and under more of a friendly, balanced context coming from multiple people, not one person holding her hand. For all the reasons I’ve gone over in this entire post, I think it is much more meaningful for Akito to have Tohru as what she was canonically presented as in text: someone who sees her as an equal. The whole point of their relationship is, again, the defiance of hierarchies, something which I think is often sorely overlooked even though it is very openly there in text. And that, in part, is why I think their relationship is so powerful to me. Beyond hero and villain, right or wrong, or any story roles, it’s about two girls finding solidarity and friendship on a very personal, human level. This is Akito for the first time being seen not as this distant, untouchable male deity or some pitiful being, but as a flawed, hurt human girl who is nonetheless capable of change and being loved. This is Tohru coming out of hiding, presenting her flawed, terrified human self to someone she saw as an enemy. Fruits basket is, in part, a story about friendship and defeating systems of power and abuse. Even in a messy third act that muddles its themes at times by weighing character endings too heavily on het romantic love, especially in regards to the women (Hello Rin, Machi, Uo, ect.), Tohru and Akito stand out as a friendship that is given a huge amount of narrative weight. It just feels nice that, in a story that often focused on the power of relationships between women only to ditch all that and focus primarily on their relationships with men, these two girls are one of the driving forces of the endgame. The curse didn’t get broken by romantic love, but by the friendships everyone made along the way, including Tohru and Akito. Tohru has gotten it to this point, and now Akito just needs to bring it to a close and finally end things. At the very beggining, before this all started, all the cat wanted was for the God was to move forward and live as a person among the humans, and, finally, a long time later that wish was granted. The tale of the zodiac gets its happy ending not by a villain being defeated, but by the power of friendship and solidarity between women.

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elyvorg’s Great Ace Attorney Liveblog - Case 2-5 Part 3

This is a transcript of a liveblog that I originally did on Discord, having played a fan translation of the first game years ago and knowing a spoiler for the second game. I do not recommend following along with this on your first playthrough!

[[Please also bear in mind that I’ve long since finished the game by now, so if past-me wildly misinterprets something here (and I often did), no need to correct me, I already know!]]

Interim thoughts: I AM HAVING EMOTIONS

elyvorg

you know usually I post some kind of analytical speculation to give an idea of where my thoughts are at in between play sessions, but this time my thoughts have just been an incoherent emotional jumble of please let Kazuma be happy, please let his and Ryunosuke's friendship be okay in the end, this is breaking my heart.

Like, yes, we're going to figure out the truth of what happened to Kazuma's dad, of course, and I know that's what's most important to him - but Kazuma has made it clear that he doesn't give a fuck what happens to himself after today so long as he achieves that, even if it means betraying his friends, even if it means going to prison or whatever for nominally agreeing to an assassination he never intended to actually carry out, and it's heartwrenching. You're worth so much more than that, Kazuma! It's not fair that he had to sacrifice practically everything just to be able to get here and do this, and he shouldn't be okay with that!

And it's doubly heartwrenching that Ryunosuke still seems shaken enough by the assassin reveal that he's not even mentally protesting any of this at all. They had that bit at the end of the last investigation section with Ryunosuke thinking about his new found family and how lucky he is to have them all, all these people except Kazuma, and all the while Kazuma must have been so fucking lonely this whole time and he deserves just as much to be part of the found family too because he's supposed to be Ryunosuke's best friend and gaaaaaaah.

I just. I just have A Lot Of Feelings about Kazuma right now. Just getting a snapshot of that out there before I start playing again.

Live reactions: 2-5 final trial segment – the Professor case

elyvorg

the judge just started cackling evilly, nothing sus about that at all, perfectly normal above-board court proceedings going on here

Genshin actually confessed to all five murders? Huh.

love that Maria's helping us, she is Good ^o^

aaaa Kazuma's disgusted reaction at hearing that his father saved van Zieks's life

GENSHIN HAD THE RING IN THAT FLASHBACK

AFTER KLINT WAS DEAD

ghhhhh Kazuma is so desperate to keep hating van Zieks, my heart

so was this whole prison break a thing of, get him to confess by promising they'll help him escape, but then actually they're planning to shoot him dead and make it look like he was properly executed and totally guilty after all? Sounds like it might be.

...though Vigil makes a good point that like, why bother with the escape in that case

sudden wild theory: what if Genshin, like, hid the real papers in the sheath of Karuma somehow? Then we'd still have them after all this time.

something's up with that scarlet ink, Klint had that on his hand too, hmmm

also that sure was a reaction from Stronghart, huh

it was Klint's last will?

so wait if Klint wanted to die for some reason, did Genshin actually do it for him? oh man

i have absolutely no idea what wild truth Ryunosuke has just figured out

okay so it was Klint apparently but now I don't understand why the secret confession and assisted suicide

also, if Sholmes reacted so strongly upon seeing the dog's collar in 2-2, did he always know?

oh look someone else who became the kind of monster he hated!

GENSHIN JUST WANTED TO SEE HIS SON AGAIN, MY HEART ;o;

yeah see it doesn't make sense that Genshin would go and force a confession from Klint before killing him if it actually was Klint! So was it really Stronghart after all?

excuse me bro, you just said three pages, good job giving yourself away!!!

FUCK I misclicked and now I'm gonna look like an idiot saying van Zieks said something contradictory

MY ARMBAND is the contradiction, anyway can I get a redo on that pls

though props to the writers for taking us down this entire path of entertaining the idea van Zieks could have said something fishy and making you prove it, just in case anybody who hadn't spotted it tried to trial-and-error which of the two it was.

DID GENSHIN ACTUALLY SEND THAT LETTER TO KAZUMA?

...no, never mind, doesn't look like it

he DID hide the papers inside Karuma!!!!!

Bench

What is the last piece of evidence you have received?

elyvorg

Klint's will, which was inside Karuma's hilt.

Bench

Twist thy head and watch them fall

elyvorg

guhhhh Kazuma's dad didn't even have to die, just the random chance that Drebber was there made them do it

yeeeeeeeeah look at Kazuma standing up for van Zieks finally! \o/

Bench

\o/

elyvorg

it's the GANT CLAP

i was gonna SAY he reminded me of Gant!

Bench

>:3

elyvorg

oh come off it he instigated like a bajillion murders how is he not gonna go down for this

Bench

Fun fact: I believe one of the main writers for this game really liked Rise from the Ashes

elyvorg

yeah getting that impression too, heh

Bench

How much do you hate probably Gant's ancestor Stronghart so far?

elyvorg

a lot

seatherny

whaaaat, stronghart is an upstanding lord chief justice and would never ever do anything immoral

elyvorg

BUNNY TIME APPARENTLY

i'm sorry is that a fucking HOLOGRAM IN 1900

seatherny

looooooooool

Bench

>:3

elyvorg

oh no he's so guilty he broke the scales

Bench

My favorite breakdown in the series.

elyvorg

are we not gonna give Kazuma some of the credit for this too

gonna take a break before doing the ending bits, I'm mentally exhausted after all that

(in a good way!)

Live reactions: Ending

elyvorg

Kazuma and van Zieks are making up! ...sort of.

...Iris is KLINT'S daughter

welp, Barok, guess you're an uncle now!

Bench

>:3

elyvorg

the "Lord Chief Injustice" fucking DRAG HIM, Sholmes

ghhh Kazuma why are you just LEAVING why can you not just HAVE A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND

and now Ryunosuke's gonna go back to Japan soon isn't he, ghhhhhhh

SHOLMES IS HER REAL MEANINGFUL DAD, awwww

still sad that Kazuma's not being assimilated into this found family and we're acting like this is okay

Ryunosuke you were never a fucking replacement for Kazuma, can't you at least talk to Kazuma about this and hear him explain why he really brought you along because it can't have been that, surely

pleeeeaaaase have a proper fucking conversation with Kazuma before you leave at least

"...anyone who thinks of you as a substitute or locum should be ashamed of themselves!"

and that includes you, Ryunosuke!

WHY ISN'T KAZUMA HERE AT DOVER TO SEE HIM OFF

WAIT NEVER MIND

:3!!!

Kazuma you BETTER LET THE SHOLMES FAMILY ADOPT YOU, okay

seatherny

my first thought when finding out iris's real father: uncle barok better learn to take iris up on her tea party offers

elyvorg

this too

Credits highlights:

- Hosonaga and Rei and Soseki and KITTIES

- Harebrayne! He's come back to England now it's safe and he's gonna hang out with his broooo

- oh god Vigil why have you palled up with those guys

- THAT'S WHY KAZUMA BROUGHT RYUNOSUKE ALONG

HE WANTED RYUNOSUKE TO DEFEND HIM IF THE ASSASSIN THING WENT SOUTH

AAAAAA THAT'S ADORABLE

(and also tantalising as hell, why would you consider that option but not make it happen, writers)

- RYUNOSUKE DOTTED THE DARUMA'S EYE

- THE PHOTO

FRIEEEEENDS

that was an absolutely lovely ending! :3

I'd been terrified they were just gonna brush Kazuma aside and forget that his friendship with Ryunosuke mattered at all but they DIDN'T and they're FRIENDS and it's GOOD

and very >:3 at Kazuma being afraid that he almost became one of those monsters himself and awww at him giving Karuma to Ryunosuke for the time being until he can sort himself out, love Kazuma having Issues, love that he actually momentarily wanted to kill Gregson, yessss

seatherny

poor Kazuma. he has so. many. Issues

elyvorg

love that the character who was already my favourite as of case 1 (was still alive and) turned out to be the one with The Most Issues

elyvorg

i want more stories in this continuity where Ryunosuke and Kazuma can have more courtroom battles again as FRIENDS with fewer issues getting in the way

seatherny

yessss PLEASE

Bench

YES

I really hope more games in this timeframe happen.

Ending hype chats!

Bench

Congratulations on finishing!

seatherny

and congrats indeed!!

elyvorg

Thank you both for keeping me company on this Wild Ride!

(also hope you enjoyed my several AUs I accidentally came up with due to speculating things that didn't ever actually happen, lol)

Bench

I did!

elyvorg

how about that faking-amnesia AU though

or the DEFENDING KAZUMA one, still frustrated that didn't happen, I'd have loved it

Bench

At least there's always fanfics!

[[fun fact: this comment of Bench’s basically made my brain go “…so I guess I’ve got to write fic of that myself, huh”, and that’s currently something I’m working on...

[[...which I’ve now finished! Here is Kazuma faking amnesia, and Kazuma becoming the final defendant. And also a bonus unrelated fic, featuring the friends and whump.]]

elyvorg

also fic where Kazuma is adopted at the Sholmes family, please

(and Uncle Barok too of course, except I guess he needs to not mention that he's literally her uncle)

Bench

What do you think of GAA2 overall, if I may ask?

elyvorg

Loved it! It's up there with AAI2 as my favourite Ace Attorney game! (or, well, both parts of GAA combined, really, they go together)

Bench

Woohoo!

elyvorg

You know how I feel about things I wish had happened that I'd have loved even more if they had, but overall, still a very very good Ace Attorney game that I loved a lot.

Oh yeah, @ Bench , you mentioned way back that there were some other Parts you were really excited for me to get to, can I ask what they were?

Bench

- Kazuma forcing out Vigil's repressed memories

- The final dance of deduction

- Gregson's body having been in the suitcase at the start of the chapter during the group photo

- The true meaning of the List

- EVERYTHING after the final cross examination

- The final scene at the port

elyvorg

lots of good Parts

Bench

What do you think of Susato and Barok van Zieks, now that everything's come to a close?

elyvorg

They are Good! There wasn't as much Susato in the later parts of this game but she is still very good, oh my god Susato how can you say you're terribly incompetent, you're like the most hypercompetent judicial assistant ever.

Van Zieks is good and Friend, was hoping to see him do an Ace Attorney Smile(TM) at the end but I guess the revelation that his brother was a serial killer kinda dampened any chance of that happening for the time being, whoops. Love the parallels between him and Kazuma and how they're really quite similar but the situation and cover-ups surrounding their brother/father resulted in them tragically hating each other instead. Hopefully they can start to be friends now!

Bench

Top 3 cases from the duology?

elyvorg

2-4/5 are the same case, so, that one. Then probably 2-3, and then a toss-up between 1-2 or 1-1? I gotta play the earlier ones again now with the knowledge of where everything ends up.

...whoops I literally just listed every case with Kazuma in it, didn't I

seatherny

would love to see van zieks and kazuma's work with each other as prosecutors in another game too

elyvorg

yesssss

Kazuma having the epic dodges of van Zieks's chalice throws

seatherny

i'm glad there are more fans who place TGAA in their top faves

your reactions may or may not have inspired me to started over at 1-1 already to experience the game while knowing Everything :D

Bench

seatherny

and i didn't even finish that long ago lmao

elyvorg

That's obviously the Correct thing to do, I gotta do that too sometime.

Bench

Same.

After I finish the rest of my Ace Attorney marathon.

elyvorg

I also really need to replay 2-4/5 while actually, like, knowing exactly what's going on in Kazuma's head and not having my assumption of it flip-flop wildly literally every segment, so that I can properly solidify my perception of why he acted the way he did throughout all this.

Bench

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on these games!

elyvorg

Thank you for giving me an audience so that I felt like it would be worthwhile to share them!

I don't usually formulate such detailed thoughts about stories I'm currently experiencing because I don't have a reason to articulate them, so for better or worse I think you being here partly contributed to the number of absolutely Wild Ideas I had that, uh, didn't actually happen in the story but are fun to think about anyway.

[[which is also why I decided I liked these Thoughts enough to repost them on tumblr to a wider audience. I hope everyone reading this liveblog from here had fun on this Wild Ride too!]]

Bench

Glad I could help!

seatherny

yeah, i'd like to digest kazuma's insanely guarded behaviors and thought processes a bit more on this 2nd playthrough too

wish i'd found this thread a bit earlier, rip :D

elyvorg

Hey, it's not going anywhere, you can read the backlog any time you like!

also love to hear that you are a kindred spirit of figuring out what the hell is going on in the heads of Characters With Issues, that kind of thing is my jam

seatherny

my fave always ends up being that exact kind of char and i hyperfixate on them like crazy lmao

van Zieks ended up being that char for me at the end of TGAA actually??? i think I’m in the minority there but that’s okay

elyvorg

van Zieks didn't quite latch onto my hyperfixation buttons like Kazuma did for whatever reason but he's certainly very interesting and I can definitely understand the appeal, would love to hear any of your Van Zieks Thoughts you ever wanted to share

seatherny

i like the image of characters fighting in the background over literal buttons to push :V "no, they get to obsess about ME more"

elyvorg

to be fair, Kazuma pretty much had me from 1-1. His Massive Issues were a delightful unexpected bonus, but I inevitably go for the supportive best friend character every single time <3

seatherny

but yeah, idk, i enjoy well written Tsundere characters with Tragic pasts that lead to Loneliness (self-induced or not) and lots of Trust issues, and van Zieks fits all those bills lmao?? really wish we'd gotten that AA smile you mentioned out of him for maximum Tsundere moment but damn budget constraints (probably)

i also really loved the whole reaper of the bailey ordeal, with van Zieks not even having to try hard to be a terrifying public figure prone to a million assassination attempts but still being more than willing to let it happen for the sake of other people, even if he trusts none of them and sees corruption everywhere - surely he knew he'd run into someone trustworthy eventually to make it all worth it?

i enjoyed the pressure he put on Ryunosuke in court to actually think in ways that would lead to the truth and not like cases are just another "i want to one up you" game.

i also enjoyed that he actually doesn't slip into self-pity much, i cannot articulate why but his almost-unwavering confidence and suffer-no-bullshit attitude was great in any scene

I have replayed the scene where van Zieks refers to Ryunosuke by name for the first time and says he needs to believe in his integrity as a lawyer, finally, a Lot of times

let's not forget the endearing quirks like the chalice throwing, keeping motherfucking BATS in his office and he's the ONLY one allowed to rearrange his wine barrels (on a weekly basis, guy, where do you find TIME for that?) and also i think a lot about that evidence dialogue where he wonders what color haired league he's supposed to join if the only choices are red or black lmao

and ugh I have a 4:00 meeting now to switch my mind to WHY

elyvorg

haha, whoops, awkward time to Ramble, but love your thoughts! :3 I too really loved the scene where van Zieks finally decides to trust Ryunosuke with his defence and will enjoy replaying that one a lot.

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #the great ace attorney #great ace attorney #elyvorg liveblogs tgaa

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another-fantasy-world · 4 years

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Strings Pt.1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Fem!OC

Summary: in which the true queen of vampires found love when she least expected.

Warnings: ...Light Angst? Slowburn and mentions of death,trauma and depression

Timeline: Breaking Dawn - Post-Twilight

Word count: 1,683

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The Patriarch of the Olympic Coven certainly didn’t expect a visit from an old friend, much less a forgotten queen on the time of their distress trying to save their coven from the selfish hands of Aro Volturi.

“Greetings Carlisle. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” The violet-eyed vampire smiled.

“M-My Queen! I-” Carlisle stutters, still stunned by shock and confusion.

“No need for such formalities. We’re friends, are we not?” The dark-haired queen smirked.

“Of course. May I ask, How are you here?”

“ Ah, Dear Carlisle. The years seem to blur doesn’t it? Forgot about me already?”

“It’s...been awhile.” The queen hummed at Carlisle’s response.

“You’re dreaming, Carlisle. Still aware of the fact that I can manipulate your body to sleep? Let’s cut to the chase, Your family is getting worried with the sight of you passed out on the couch. I’ll be sending my representatives over to you as addition to your witnesses. I am aware of your...agreement with the shifters. And I demand that they return to me in one piece. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Carlisle grinned

“Very well. They will explain once they get there. I wish you the best of luck. Carlisle Cullen.”

And with that, Carlisle’s eyes fluttered open, refocusing on his wife’s worried eyes, he smiled gently.

“I’m fine, my love. It appears that we have more visitors coming.” He grinned

“Witnesses? But how? More importantly, Who?” Edward questions

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that Carlisle just took a nap?” Emmett wailed while tossing his mate, Maggie, over his shoulders.

Carlisle sighed at his son’s antics before speeding out of the room, only to come back with an antique looking box. He gestured for them to sit down.

“I think it’s time that I tell you a story...” Carlisle breathed in an unneeded breath, allowing himself to recollect his memories from centuries ago.

“...Anastasia Thorne. Also known as Anastasiarine Maximilliene Rolinde-Thorne.” He starts, voice wavering as he smiles

“She’s also known as The Ghost Queen, Of Volturi and of every other vampires that there are. There were rumours that she was the first ever vampire to walk in these lands and that we came from her. She never really did confirm that fact, whenever I ask her of it, she only laughs and dismissed it with a joke.” Carlisle’s eyes seem to stare into the distance, reminiscing the olden days. He pulls out a couple of pictures, all containing the same woman.

‘Gorgeous’ was the first word that popped on Rosalie’s mind. And soon she wonders what would happen if she ever meets the said Queen. But she immediately dismisses the thought.

The Cullens, besides Carlisle of course, merely looks at each other in silence, urging Carlisle to continue.

“She was many things when she was still young. A Princess, A Queen, A Knight, A Doctor, A Philosopher, A Genius, She was even a pirate once. Above all, She was a paradox. Unpredictable and Bipolar. Always lived in isolation, I do not know how she manages that but she did. Only comes out of her own tower when needed. She was the one who thought me how to feed on animals, did I ever tell you that?” he asked. They all shook their head no.

“Huh, It must have slipped my mind”

“My, Carlisle. You must be getting old.” An unknown voice suddenly pops out of nowhere.

They all swerved their head to where the unknown voice came from and there stood two figures. Two women to be exact.

“Don’t tease him. 3 decades is a long time.” The other slaps the other.

“I’m sorry for being rude, barging into your home like this. Anastasia was quite insistent on us helping you,” The figure in a green cloak grins

“My name’s Veronica. And this is Amore. We are here to help you.” Veronica smiles gently.

“How...” Emmett gapes

“How did we not hear you? How do I not hear you?” Edward asked, baffled

“Teleportation is the strangest thing isn’t it? It also risks losing a couple limbs.” Amore deadpans

“You... have a pulse.” Bella suddenly blurts out

Amore and Veronica looks at each other before chuckling.

“Ah, we can never escape a newborn’s ears. Yes we have a pulse. Yes we are hybrids as well, just not the same as your daughter.” Vero smiles gently

“Uh-huh. We were witches. Salem witches to be exact. We escaped death when some random vampire bit us the day we were supposed to be burned. Somehow our genes as witches halted the venom from fully consuming our body, so when we awoke, we quickly learned we have every strength yet none of the weaknesses of a vampire.” Amore explains.

“What do you mean?” Esme asks

“Well, for one, we don’t sparkle.” Veronica giggles

“Two, we still bleed. but our blood isn’t appetizing. I’ve been told my blood smells like trash...” Amore grimaces “...I don’t know if that was a compliment or an insult.”

“And three. We still have our witchy abilities.” Veronica finalizes, holding Amore’s hand

Amore then furrows her brows as if threatened and offended.

“Mind reader. Whatever your name is, our goal isn’t to hurt your daughter. If it was, My head would already be a decor on our Queen’s Palace. So don’t poke around.” Amore pointedly looks at Edward who tenses in shock

“Amore. Behave. Now where is the hybrid?” Veronica curiously asks

A shy Renesmee pokes her head out of Bella’s legs, Veronica immediately coos.

“Awwee~ Rey, Look! She’s so cute~” The redhead fusses over a now blushing Renesmee

“You’re overwhelming her.” Amore pulls Veronica from her collar away from the hybrid child. “...Behave.” Amore smirks

Amore crouches down to Renesmee’s height and smiles. Staring at each other as if silently communicating then, Renesmee lifts her hand up to touch Amore’s cheek. She looks forward, in a daze then grins wildly, snapping back to reality.

“You have an amazing gift, Little Cullen. Very pretty too. Would you want me to show you mine?” Amore asks, to which Renesmee nods rapidly, already warming up to the visitors, much to Jacob’s distaste.

“Great, More Leeches.” Jacob glares when he steps into the living room, where he found his imprint near a vampire.

“Too Close” He thinks, shifting into a defensive position while trying not to shift into his wolf.

“Hmm, and here I thought Renesmee couldn’t be more special.” Veronica giggles.

“Calm yourself down, shifter. I don’t want to hurt your imprint.” Amore rolls her eyes, then smiles at Renesmee.

The opens her palms and there lies a mixture of purples, blues, pinks, blacks and whites. The universe is displayed in Amore’s hands, Swirling around as if creating a new planet.

“Illusion is tricky, therefore, only those who believe shall see it.” Amore closes her palms and ruffles the child’s hair.

“Coooooool.” Emmett gapes in amazement.

“Very well, shows over. Wolfie, be a dear and take your imprint on a date, will you?” Amore looks at Jacob with a serious glint in her eyes

Rosalie had to quiet her snort when Amore called Jacob, wolfie. She dislikes shifters with a passion, they stink and is very dangerous. Edward merely smirks at his sister before gulps due to Esme’s glare.

“Stay out of my head!.” Rosalie screamed in her head, making him wince.

As soon as the both of them ensured the child and it’s imprint is out of earshot, Their auras changed into a much more serious and sinister one. Frowns prominent on their faces.

“As we’ve said before, our abilities as witches remained even in this immortal form, but along that, we also attained gifts. Amore being the gift of illusion and Mine being knowledge. I know everything. I’m basically a much more reliable and attractive internet. Although I couldn’t see the future as your dear Alice, Once she gets her vision, it adds to my knowledge bank. Therefore, I have knowledge on the outcome of this battle. And it’s not good.” Veronica glares at the floor, silently seething. The once cheerful and happy woman, turned into an angry blob of mess.

“Aro is as insufferable as ever, He wishes to destroy your coven. He merely needs his evidence and he has been waiting a long time for this. He wouldn’t back down easily. As much as we want to help you, we can’t be seen in your thoughts. Or that will ruin the balance of the worlds. We trust in Alice’s plan, You should too.” Amore seriously states, rubbing her mate’s back

“We need your consent. You all have to trust us. I know it’s not easy, us popping into your lives and all. We must mask your thoughts, One where your memories and thoughts of us are hidden from Aro.” Veronica smiles gently, slowly calming down.

“They’re telling the truth” Maggie, The resident lie detector confirms.

“You may discuss it among yourselves.” Veronica drags Amore away.

Rosalie frowns, Trust doesn’t come easy. Do these strangers seriously ask for her trust without them earning it? That was absurd in her book, the last time she trusted someone on a whim, it caused her demise. Her frown deepens when an unknown feeling bubbles up deep in her. She’s confused, she was confused on as to why she felt jealous, envious. Was it their beauty? No, it wasn’t that. Rosalie knew, even though she was only ever been with men, she knew that she found women attractive, although never really caring about it since they had to come and go. she was offended when people misinterpreted her longing looks as glares of envy, she was only admiring after all. Was it that they found each other then? No, it was something deeper. She was jealous of them for something. Something she doesn’t know. And she hated that. She snarled at them then speeds away to the comfort of her room, without listening to her coven, missing the knowing smirks of both Veronica and Amore. They looked at each other then nodded with grins on their faces.

Yep. They were definitely meant for each other.

#rosalie hale #rosalie hale x oc #jasper hale x alice cullen #edward cullen x bella swan #carlisle x esme #olympic coven #cullen clan #the cullens #cullen family #the volturi #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale x fem oc #platonic carlisle x oc #The Cullens x OC #The Volturi x OC #rosalie twilight #rosalie

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pars-ley · 4 years

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Sincerely, MINE

Pairing: Idol Taehyung x Female Fan Reader ft Jaebeom

Summary: Date night with Taehyung turns into dinner with some members of Got7 and some flirting from their leader, Jaebeom, to which your idol boyfriend doesn't take too kindly.

Genre: Idol! au / Reaction! au / Established relationship / Smut / One-shot

Rating: 18+ (Nsfw)

Warnings: Dom!Tae / Sub!Reader / Slight exhibitionism / Slight possessiveness / Unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) / Swearing

Word count: 2400

A/N: Beta read by @papillonsgf @unoriginal-username15432 and @wheresmymoniat you three are amazing and so helpful, thank you! Thank you to @yeojaa for making the break line as I am incapable of such simple things.

I’m posting this for the @btsholidaybingo One of my squares was ‘Kim Taehyung’.

If you want jealous Tae featuring a confident and suave Jaebeom then I hope you enjoy this.

“Hey, Taehyung!” You hear someone call, as you turn to see Mark Tuan from GOT7 walking quickly towards the two of you, a large smile stretching his mouth.

“Mark! How are you?” Taehyung asks, with his bright, boxy grin. The one that makes your insides clench.

“Good, man, it’s good to see you.” He replies, patting him on the shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And who's this?” He turns his attention and his brilliant smile to you.

Taehyung practically beams, as his arm winds tightly around your waist, hugging you against his side. “This is my y/n.” He announces proudly.

“So nice to meet you, y/n. I’ve definitely heard a lot about you.” He takes your hand, his grip soft as he slowly shakes. “Why don’t the two of you join us? Will be good to catch up, Tae and to get to know you better, of course.” He grins wider, flashing his set of perfectly straight teeth.

Please, please, please. You look up at Tae with wide hopeful eyes and he can’t help but nod in agreement.

Mark leads you over to his table where BamBam gets up to greet you both. He's not shy and he pulls you instantly into a warm embrace, his words sweetly echoing Mark's statement of how nice it is to meet you.

That’s when you see him. Jaebeom. Long hair swept back behind his ears, an ethereal being if ever you saw one. He’s even more handsome in real life, they all are.

His calm demeanour precedes him as he sits casually in the corner, giving you a slight wave.

It takes all your power not to squeal and grin like an idiot.

BamBam indicates for you to slide along the leather seats into the booth, meaning you would be sitting next to him. “JB, this is y/n, Taehyung’s girl.” Bam introduces you, as you hesitantly, and rather awkwardly, shift yourself towards him until your thighs are almost touching.

“Hello.” He smiles politely and bows his head. Your whole face illuminates like the Las Vegas strip in response but your eyes drop shyly to your hands, placed tensely in your lap.

Everyone takes their seats and you end up neatly sandwiched in between Jaebeom and Bam, with Taehyung sitting opposite you.

“Can I just say, y/n is a huge fan of you guys.” Your boyfriend pipes up.

You feel the blush spread hot across your cheeks as Bam nudges you playfully in your side. “Ah, you like GOT7 more than BTS, huh?”

You laugh, feeling more relaxed by the minute. “BTS are number one for me, of course.”

“Ok, ok," he waves his hand nonchalantly, "but who’s your GOT7 bias?” Bam wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you fight back another laugh.

“It’s Jaebeom.” You hear Tae’s voice say the words and you freeze, instantly feeling your face ablaze with embarrassment. Why? Why would he do that to me? The mischievous glint in his eye sparkles with amusement but is soon replaced with an apologetic grimace when you glare at him.

Bam taps JB’s shoulder. “Of course it is, it’s always my hyung.” He pouts but gives you a wink which sets your mind at ease that he isn't offended.

“Me?” Jaebum points to himself. “I am flattered.” He smiles coolly at you, eyes intense and watching you closely. He seems to be looking right into you, searching for your innermost kept secrets. You have to look away, feeling more bashful than ever under his consuming stare.

You all discuss what food and drink to get before Taehyung and Mark go up to order.

Leaning back in your chair feeling a little awkward and shy, when you feel Jaebeom put his arm along the back of your headrest. He turns his body towards you, leg up on the seat. “So, have you ever been to one of our shows?” He asks, raising a perfectly arched brow, his intense gaze burning right into you once again.

Suddenly, he doesn’t seem as reserved as you initially thought, confidence rolling off him in waves.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Hopefully soon.”

“Seriously, just let one of us know when you want to come, we’ll get you tickets and some good seats. You can even come backstage after, if you’d like and hangout.” He shrugs, as if he hadn't just offered you the chance of a lifetime.

Yes, please! Your mouth almost falls open. “T-that would be amazing! Thank you.”

A satisfied smile spreads across his mouth, pulling his lips into a beautiful curve. You’re unsure as to whether he is flirting with you or you are simply misinterpreting his kindness.

“How long have you been with Taehyung?” He questions.

“About 8 months, now.”

He nods slowly. “Still in the honeymoon stage then?”

You frown, not understanding the implication. “I’m sorry?”

He waves off the question. “Are you guys serious?”

Your mouth opens then closes, slightly gobsmacked at the line of questioning. "Yes."

"That's a shame." He winks at you. A movement so simple, but he makes it look so sexy and leaves your heart pounding in your ears at the implication.

As much as you would never cheat on Taehyung and are more than happy with him, this exchange has given you quite an ego boost.

Before you can even respond, Taehyung and Mark are back and you feel Jaebeom slowly remove his arm from behind you.

Thank god. You smile at Taehyung, feeling somewhat relieved he’s back, he returns it but it doesn't reach his eyes. His eyes flicker to Jaebeom and his jaw tenses’. Looks like this is going to be a fun conversation later.

As you’re saying your goodbyes, being pulled into a tight hug from Mark and then Bam, you feel the nerves spread through you like wildfire when it’s your turn to face Jaebeom.

He takes your hand, opting out of the friendly hug, to which you are somewhat relieved about. Only to bring your hand up to his mouth and gently press his lips to your fingertips, following it with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen in panic. A thrill runs through you at the feel of his lips on your skin but it’s pushed quickly away and replaced with alarm and anxiety.

What is he doing!?

Your heart pounds frantically in your chest, attacking your ribcage with brute force. Before meeting Taehyung, I would have yearned to have this kind of attention from Jaebeom, I would have jumped at the chance...quite literally. But, since Taehyung, there isn’t anyone else that could give me what he already does.

Your heart thrums wildly but not from want...from trepidation. Feeling Taehyung's burning gaze on the two of you makes your stomach churn.

Releasing your hand and stepping past you, he leans in to your ear and whispers, "It's been a pleasure to meet you.”

You gulp, feeling uncomfortable now at the exchange, no longer seeming like harmless flirting and more like a show just for Taehyung.

He leaves without so much as a backward glance.

The other two wave, looking slightly apologetic, leaving you and Tae alone.

A long, silent car journey home. The unease growing in the pit of your stomach.

As soon as the door to your apartment is shut, Tae turns to face you. “Enjoy yourself tonight?” His accusatory tone makes you frown, your annoyance alight in your chest, fire running through every vein.

“What are you talking about?” You slam your keys on the counter.

He scoffs. “Don’t give me that, I bet you were loving having your bias all over you like that.”

“At first, of course it was flattering, sure, but if you were actually paying attention to me, then you would have seen how uncomfortable I felt. It must have been written all over my face.”

He stops for a moment, clearly thinking back.

“Let me guess, you were too busy watching Jaebeom to notice?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks down, away from you and walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the bustling streets below.

His reflection on the glass illuminates with the dark night sky as a backdrop.

Sighing, you close the distance between you and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his broad back. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, all his muscles tense under your touch.

“Watching him with you…” He starts, then lets out a deep breath. “I was trying so hard to hold it in. I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was watch, while it was like he wanted to claim you right in front of me.” His voice wobbles and his body shakes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You step in front of him and pull his face down to look at you. “No one was making any claim on me. I’m yours, utterly, completely, hopelessly yours. No one else would stand a chance.”

You see the corner of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile. “Even your bias.”

“Even my bias.” You agree. "Although, I gotta say...I think Bam might have stolen that title.”

His mouth pulls up at the side in a smile, eyes still trained on the floor but relief relaxing his features.

You lift yourself onto your tiptoes and touch your lips to his. “You weren't worried, were you?”

He looks up, his stare fierce as he catches your teasing tone. “No.” He responds, taking a step towards you, causing you to take one back.

“Are you sure? It seemed like you were.” You continue, knowing exactly how to press the right buttons.

“Why would I be worried?” He takes another step, frowning and pressing your back up against the cold, hard glass of the window, his body flush to yours. “You’re mine.” He almost growls.

Your body responds to his domineering demeanour, a shiver vibrating through you, your underwear already slick to you.

He grabs your hands and pins them, by the wrists, above your head. “Say it.” He commands.

“I’m yours.” You whisper, your legs weak with anticipation.

You feel his hand travel up your skirt, lightly caressing your thigh, until he reaches your hot, throbbing crotch.

He groans when he feels the wet patch already soaking through the lace. “You want me?”

You nod.

“How do you want me? Tell me what you want.” He rubs light circles on your concealed clit.

You moan from the feeling of him touching you but also of him not touching you enough. “Fuck me.” You look up at him, your innocent eyes meeting his. “Fuck me against this window."

You see the heat flash in his eyes and he roughly pulls your panties down and starts unbuckling his belt. His hand comes back to your clit, running his fingers along your wet folds and feeling your entrance.

“I’m gonna stretch you open, baby.” He whispers, licking your arousal off his fingers.

You clench your legs together at the sight, desperate for some relief.

He pulls out his generous erection, his jeans still up but open.

You bite your lip as you look at him and his perfect dick that’s about to ruin you.

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his arm, then lines himself against your entryway. Slowly he pushes himself in and you can’t keep quiet as you feel yourself stretch over him, swallowing him inside you, greedily.

The noise he makes once he’s levelled in you is so sinful it has you clenching around him.

“You feel so good.” He says, eyes never leaving yours as he starts to move pushing your buttocks against the cold glass of the window.

His hand comes up to your face, cupping your jaw possessively and keeping you focused on him. He thrusts into you, slow and hard but controlled. He knows what you like and he’s showing you exactly that.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks, eyes trained on your mouth.

You moan, “You, Taehyung.”

“Who can make you this wet?” He thrusts into you harder, hitting that perfect place each time.

“You, just you!” You clasp his broad shoulders, as you feel your orgasm building, your core tight and ready to spring.

“Can anyone else make you feel this good?” He pants.

Your sweet release is so close but you can’t give into it, not until he tells you. “No one.” You whisper, hardly able to focus on anything but the pressure of your impending orgasm.

Your mind swirls, with his words, his movements and the idea that people in the buildings across from you could see your intimate tangle unfold, it all makes your core ache with pure desperation and raw lust.

“Would JB be able to make you this wet?” He asks through gritted teeth.

You shake your head, eyes rolling from the thrill. His hard dick moves with such lavish purposely, your body shudders against him.

“Say it.” He barks, breathing hard and fast.

He must be close, please let him be close, I can’t hold off for much longer.

“N-no, he wouldn’t!” You call out. “God, Taehyung, please.”

“What, baby?”

“Please, let me cum.” You beg, eyes pleading frantic and fierce.

He smirks, then presses his lips against yours, so tender and soft in comparison to the painful grip on your wrists he still has.

Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, it all feels too good.

“Cum for me.” He whispers, sending new chills cascading down your spine. He thrusts hard into you one more time as you fall apart, everything unravelling as your walls clench around him, milking him to orgasm too. His warm seed spilling into you, filling you completely.

Your mind and body are full of him as you’re unable to focus on anything but the sounds of his pleasure and the bliss he’s giving you. You don’t want it to end.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grinds into you, the feeling prolonging the spasms of pleasure.

As the pulses of your climax die down, he releases your leg and pulls you away from the window but still has you pressed firmly against him.

“No one else.” You reutter to him as his forehead meets yours tenderly.

Smirking, he raises an eyebrow. “Oh baby, we’re not done yet. I’m gonna have you calling my name all night, to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.”

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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The Long Way Around ~ Chapter 2

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/622991219538214912/the-long-way-around-ch-1

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

Word count: 2210

Warnings: None

Jasper’s POV

Before we even get close to the house, a high-pitched, agonized screaming makes Esme and I both flinch. She had insisted on coming along, though Carlisle, Edward, and I had all warned against it. Newborns can be feral and deadly, and none of us want Esme to get hurt. But she was adamant, and we all respect her too much to deny her a choice. Personally, I think Esme wants to be there so the girl can have someone less intimidating to interact with. I can’t blame her. If I had to wake up in an unfamiliar place after experiencing trauma and indescribable pain, I would much rather see Esme than me.

We enter Carlisle’s study, the smell of bleach strong. Esme tsks upon seeing the state of the girl’s outfit. The bloodied parts of her dress have been cut away and, I assume, burned. What’s left doesn’t do much to protect the girl’s modesty, but someone had the decency to cover her with a towel. Esme flits away and returns within seconds carrying clean clothes. Wordlessly, Carlisle, Edward, and I exit the room.

The girl’s screams die into fearful whimpers, likely in response to Esme’s cold, unfamiliar touch.

“She thinks she’s in Hell,” Edward mutters, looking at the floor. “She’s terrified.”

That much I know. I can feel the waves of agony, fear, and horror rolling off of her. It makes me want to flinch away. But instead, I merely clear my throat and try to ignore these emotions. “We’ll need to be careful when she comes to. She might not be willing to listen to reason, and that will be dangerous with her newborn strength.”

Carlisle and Edward nod.

When Esme calls us back in we find her sitting in a chair near the girl’s head, stroking her hair. “What’s her name?”

“Y/n, Y/l/n, according to the license we found on her,” Carlisle responds, adjusting the morphine levels in the drip. Based on the girl’s--Y/n’s--screams, I doubt it’s doing much, if anything.

Edward nods almost imperceptibly, confirming my suspicions. Of course we would never tell Carlisle. It would break his heart. As it is, I can feel his intense self-loathing. I do what I can to ease it.

Y/n briefly opens her eyes to see who is touching her, and I can see, as well as feel, her fear. When she gives into the pain and closes her eyes once more, I move to stand on her other side, opposite Esme, and use my ability to try to calm her down.

While she’s consumed in whatever hell she’s enduring, I study her. She’s in great distress, obviously, and it pains me to see how young she is. She can’t be more than twenty. Such a short human life. Then again, a rueful voice within me taunts, you had less. Physically, I’m frozen at nineteen, but I feel so much older...Probably because I’m actually a hundred and seventy-six years old. Inwardly, I scoff. If she’s careful, Y/n has a very long life ahead of her.

We stay like this for many hours. Y/n alternates between writhing and screaming to whimpering pitifully. Her emotions are hard to bear, and I can only guess as to what Edward is experiencing. Esme and I do our best to make her feel better, but with little success. The transformation is a truly terrible process. Eventually, Y/n’s skin becomes too hard for the needles, and Carlisle puts away the drip. A few hours later, Edward perks up.

“Shouldn’t be long now. The pain is starting to recede from her fingers and toes.”

‘Shouldn’t be long’ is relative, and it takes four long hours until her heart starts beating frantically in its last effort to survive.

“Esme, back up,” I advise, knowing that, any minute now, the seemingly harmless girl on the cot could jump up and become a deranged killing machine.

Esme goes to stand at the back of the room with Carlisle. Edward moves to block the door, and I plant myself directly in front of the cot. Hopefully, if she does become violent, the four of us will be able to catch and subdue her.

“No sudden movements,” I remind them. “She’s scared enough already and it’s only going to get worse. Once the thirst hits, we’ll be virtually unable to communicate with her until she feeds. It’ll be the only thing on her mind.” My voice is grim, and I can’t help the flashbacks to my many years surrounded by vicious newborns, as well as my own time as one.

My family stills, a sure sign of stress, as Y/n’s heartrate skyrockets for five tense seconds, and then stops.

No one breathes.

Y/n gasps, opens her eyes, and sits up in the span of half a second. I feel her fear, shock, and confusion.

“What…” She looks around the room, taking us in. When she sees me staring directly at her with my hands clasped tightly behind my back, I feel her fear intensify. It’s a natural reaction to both my intimidating stance and the scars covering my body, and I wish it didn’t bother me so much.

“Where am I?” Her voice is breathy, eyes wild. I send waves of calm her way.

Carlisle takes a slow step forward, his palms open in a show of harmlessness. “I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen. This is my wife, Esme, and two of my sons, Edward and Jasper.” He nods at each of us.

“You’re very safe here, Y/n,” Esme reassures.

I can tell it does little to ease Y/n’s suspicions, but it was kind of Esme to try anyway.

Carlisle’s voice is calm and soothing when he continues. “You are at our home, which is about fifteen miles outside of the main town. Your friends brought you here three days ago. Do you remember that?”

“I…” Recognition dawns on Y/n’s face. “I was stabbed. But I was dying, I…” She gulps, a new bout of fear consuming her. “Am I in Hell?”

“No,” Carlisle says firmly. “I’m sorry for the pain. Unfortunately, it’s the only way to enter this new life.”

Her confusion deepens. “New life, meaning…” She trails off in a question.

“You’re a vampire,” Edward states simply.

It’s then that she decides to bolt.

Edward is on her in a millisecond, having heard the warning from her thoughts.

“Edward, no!” I lunge forward, trying to all at once keep Y/n from escaping and Edward from getting hurt.

But it’s too late. The new vampire has already given into her instincts and bitten Edward, hard, in an effort to get him to release her.

He does, of course. Vampire venom hurts like a bitch.

Edward howls and falls to the floor; Esme is at his side in an instant. Carlisle quickly guards the door, while I work to force the crazed newborn into the corner of the room. She snaps and throws her arms around, but I easily dodge her predictable movements.

“Listen to me.” My voice is harsh, commanding, just like it had been all those years ago. But what can I do? It’s the only way they’ll listen.

Y/n’s eyes dart wildly around the room. I hit her with every ounce of calm and lethargy I’ve got. Thankfully, she soon becomes much more subdued.

I continue. “We don’t want to hurt you, but if you attack us again you’ll leave us no choice.” I let her mind fill in the blanks of what we’ll do if she does try to attack. Of course we wouldn’t actually hurt her, but she doesn’t need to know that. A little dose of fear will be useful in controlling her.

“You say I’m a vampire.” Her voice shakes slightly, but she stands tall, defiant, almost. She’s trying to project confidence. I know her true emotions, so I know her exterior is a facade, but I have to admire the effort. She looks at me then, straight in the eye. “Is that why my throat burns? Why I’m so thirsty?” She spits the word out, and I can feel her desperation and dread. She so badly wants to be wrong. I honestly think she would feel better if we laughed at her and said no, we were just playing, that we had actually kidnapped and drugged her instead.

But of course, we can’t say that. This is her new reality. So my voice is even and honest when I respond. “Yes. You’ll need to hunt soon.”

Carlisle appears at my left shoulder. “Our coven is different from others. We feed only on animal blood.”

At the mention of blood, her emotions change. Suddenly, she becomes ravenous and hyper-focused. She sinks to the ground and claws at her throat.

None of us are shocked. Esme, Edward, and Carlisle all went through this process with each other and with Rosalie and Emmett. I went through it with the myriad of newborns I helped train. But still, it’s unnerving to see how one can go from human-like to animalistic, the true predator coming out in a split second.

Having recovered, Edward joins me on my right side. I can feel his annoyance, but that won’t fade until the sting from the venom does.

“Jasper’s right, it’s all she can think about right now. She’s starting to wonder if we’re threats standing in the way of her obtaining a meal.”

I nod, feeling her growing suspicion. “Are there any humans nearby?”

Edward pauses, then shakes his head. “I can’t hear anyone. I’ll let you know if that changes.”

I steel myself. “Okay. Esme and Carlisle, you go ahead and wait in the forest. Be close once you pick up our scents, but don’t follow, just try to keep a perimeter. She could easily misinterpret us as a threat and decide to attack.”

They nod and rush to the woods.

Y/n is now growing restless, and I can feel her indecision.

Edward looks at her, his gaze hard. “Patience. We’re doing this to help you, so calm down.”

Y/n lets out a light snarl, showing her displeasure.

She’s not going to understand that, I think at Edward. She won’t be able to listen to reason until she feeds.

His annoyance grows, but he doesn’t push Y/n further.

Once I’m satisfied that Carlisle and Esme have a good head start, I decide it’s time to go. “Come with us, we’ll take you somewhere with blood.”

Y/n’s emotions flare with excitement and anticipation at my promise.

Stay at her side but don’t get in front of or behind her unless it’s necessary. She could interpret that as a challenge. Once Edward nods, we take off.

Y/n obediently stays between me and Edward, knowing we’ll take her to where she can satisfy her thirst. If you promise a newborn blood, you can get them to do anything, I think ruefully. I feel Edward’s sympathy for me, and I shake off my past. Right now, we have a job to do.

Not two miles into the forest, we catch the scent of deer. Edward and I hang back, letting Y/n’s instincts guide her from here on out.

She’s messy, but swift. Within minutes, all ten deer are drained.

I feel Y/n’s dissatisfaction, and hold back a chuckle. Even without tasting human blood, it’s easy to be disappointed by the animal blood. Thinking of drinking from a human again stirs up temptation within me, and I crush it down. My self-control now is much better than in the past, but I’ll always remember the taste of human blood, and that makes it hard to enjoy the eternity facing me of drinking only from animals. I idly wonder if Y/n will choose to stay with us or go her own way, and if she does leave, will she continue drinking animal blood or switch to humans? But now isn’t the time to think about that. We still have to keep a close eye on the situation in front of us.

“Better,” I ask, approaching Y/n slowly.

She purses her lips, still crouched on the ground. “Sort of.”

Edward smiles in understanding. “You’ll get more used to it in time. It takes a lot of practice, but you can do it. We’ll be here to help you as long as you need.”

Esme and Carlisle’s scents reach us, and Y/n crouches, a growl rising in her throat. I do my best to calm her.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Carlisle and Esme, whom you met earlier. They won’t try to take any food from you.”

Placated by both my words and ability, Y/n straightens, but a residual amount of suspicion remains.

“I expect you have a lot of questions.” Carlisle’s voice is steady as he addresses Y/n from a few hundred yards away. “Come back with us to the house, we will answer them all.”

With a sad-sounding sigh, Y/n nods. I feel for her. She’s got a long, hard road ahead.

And so do you, a voice reminds me. I hold back a groan, knowing the next few years are going to be tough for us all.

A/n Hello, thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think and if you would like to be added to the tag list!

Bjr

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623116614605357056/the-long-way-around-chapter-3

Tag list: @puer-de-infinitate @charliestuff @hindustani-diaspora

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closetedotaku01 · 4 years

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Um, if your requests are open. Could I request headcannons for Hinata, Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi with an s/o that fosters kittens. Like how they help her out and stuff. (This is my first ask so sorry if its weird).

Headcanons for Hinata, Kuroo, Kenma, and Akaashi with an s/o that fosters kittens.

A/N: Ahhhh! We love a cute concept like this!! Also, your ask is definitely not weird. Very very cute. The concept got me to hop out of bed and start writing!! Thank you for the request!

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Okay, so I am pretty sure I read the request wrong. I am almost certain you meant to ask how the boys help the reader care for the cats. But I read this request immediately after waking up and just started writing. So I misinterpreted it as the boys’ reaction to a reader who fosters kittens to help her out (like how pets tend to ease stress and such). I already was halfway done with Akaashi’s by the time I realized my error and was enjoying what I’d written. I am so very sorry.

So I tacked on the ways the boys would help out with caring for the cats at the end of each one. I am sorry it makes the read a little awkward.

Hinata Shōyō

-The first time Hinata comes to your place and sees you have a fair number of kittens at your house he immediately collapses to the floor and starts playing with them.

-He is over the moon excited about the kittens and just wants to pet them.

-His… over-energetic nature scares away a couple of the shier kittens, but with your guidance, he can eventually get them to come over.

-At first, he seems completely content with sitting cross-legged on the floor, just holding the kittens in his lap and petting them gently. But eventually, you see him slightly bouncing his leg and then stopping every few seconds, and you can tell he’s getting a bit restless.

-So you pull out some cat toys and this is where Hinata really shines.

-He can play with every single kitten in your house without getting tired. Honestly, they’ll get tired out before he does.

-It’s perfect how he runs around the house with the stuffed mouse or bird teaser, ringing the little bell wildly while two or three kittens race after him, slipping on the floor at times.

-Is talking to you while he’s running.

-"Y/N! Y/N Y/N Y/N!! Did you see that? The little black one just went fwoosh and caught it!!! What a good kitten!! Aww cute little kitty cat,” he coos as he goes down to gently pet the little kitten with the bird teaser in its mouth.

-It goes on like this for a good long while.

-When everything calms down a bit his attention returns to you.

-He’s still pretty wired up, but he’s leaning back on the couch with one of your hands cupped between his as he tells you how cute they are and how much fun he had with them and then he finally gets around to asking why you have so many? Are they all yours?

-You explain that you foster kittens because they help calm you down and they help you relax when you’re anxious or cheer you up after a long day.

-And Hinata can’t help himself. He sits up and gives you a soft, quick kiss. “You’re so adorable,” he says, blushing a bit at his own words.

-He just loves how sweet you are and how well-cared for all your pets are.

-He really thinks of you as the most precious person ever and he really, really loves playing with the kittens every time he comes over.

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-Hinata loves to come over and play with the kittens

-In terms of actual care he does very little, but he does a good job of keeping them entertained while you take on other tasks and tiring them out so they fall asleep and don’t bother you at bedtime

-However, if you give Hinata a task, he will pull through

-You will need to ask him every single time you need help, and you might need to explain it multiple times, but he feels so special that you trust him to help you care for other lives.

- His favorite thing is when you let him give them their food because they all rush over and start eating. It makes him feel like a big provider and it makes him feel very special.

-Since you’re just fostering though… he cries so much when giving any of them away.

-If there’s one he’s particularly attached to he will adopt it. Might end up adopting two before realizing he can’t keep up care for any more than that so he just has to endure heartbreak if you keep getting new kittens to foster and giving them away when they find homes.

Kuroo Tetsurō

-Kuroo is canonically a dog person.

-So when he’s about three steps from entering your apartment for a coffee after your date, and you suddenly drop it on him that you have 3 foster kittens he mentally panics.

-Externally he keeps his cool save for his eyes widening slightly, and he enters like there’s nothing wrong.

-The cats are there to greet you at the door and you get down on one knee real quick to give them all their pets as they welcome you home and then head to the kitchen to start on the coffee.

-Kuroo stays in the living room and asks questions.

-Asking their names as each one walks over to him, and greeting them accordingly.

-He lets each of them sniff him at least 5 times because he’s scared of getting scratched.

-He takes a seat on your sofa as he waits for you and they all cuddle up to him, effectively covering his pants in cat hair as they rub up against him.

-When you come back with the coffee his hands are up and he gives you a nervous half-smile with eyes pleading for help.

-You can’t help but laugh at this grown man, who has been reduced by three sweet kittens.

- “You’re not a cat person, are you?”

- “I have… nothing against cats. I’m just… used to dogs.”

-You laugh at him again and he shakes his head, eyes on the floor as he lets loose a breathy laugh as well.

-You leave the cat that’s in his lap where it is, but take the other two and put one on your side, the other in your lap as you take a seat next to him.

-His arms drop, one gently placed on the kitten, the other spread out on the backrest of the sofa.

-The two of you talk and drink your coffee and Kuroo eventually starts relaxing, and petting the kitten on his lap.

-After a bit, it mews and his hand shoots straight up, “Sorry.”

-You laugh again at how jumpy he is about the kitten, “It’s fine. Good mew. Do what you just did again. She liked it. I promise.” You note how she’s gotten closer to him and has started headbutting his stomach, craving more of his affection.

-He looks at you with mock suspicion as he slowly brings his hand back down and pets the kitten on his lap just as he did before, scratching gently around its ears before trailing his hand down the length of its body.

-This time it purrs and he smiles so wide. He turns to look up at you, then down at the kitten, then back to you, and back to the kitten.

-His eyes are proud as the kitten continues purring in his lap and you can see that every time he looks at you his eyes are screaming, “Look! Do you see this?!”

- “See,” you say softly, petting the kitten by your side, “they’re such sweethearts. They make me so happy. This is why I love having them.”

-And his eyes shoot to you and they’ve softened immensely, though the excitement is still there.

-"What?”

-"It’s sweet.”

-"The kittens?”

-"No… well yes, but I mean….it’s sweet that you find comfort and joy in caring for another living thing.”

-You blush at his words and refocus your attention on the cat, but are well aware of the smile on his face, and the fact that he hasn’t looked away from you.

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-When it comes to caring for your kittens, Kuroo is awkward at best for the first stretch of time you ask him to help

-He’s pretty good at knowing what they need when they need it (some weird Nekoma instinct), but he’s really bad at knowing how to go about it

-The one thing he is naturally very good at is dealing with very young kittens at bedtime. Laying down bedding and getting them to nurse. Sometimes they have trouble with the bottle, and the milk is hard to get right, but Kuroo has it down. He is so good at taking care of putting them to bed.

-He’ll feed them and lay them down in the blankets he laid out.

-If you’re busy he’ll snap a picture of them and sneak up behind you. He’ll pull you into a hug, arms wrapped around your waist as he puts his chin on your shoulder. He kisses your neck before bringing his hands up to show you the photos of the sleeping kittens.

-He really loves seeing them being soft and cuddly and tired. He will play with them, but he much prefers them when they’re calm.

-Still is definitely a dog person.

Kenma Kozume

-Kenma is so comfortable with your cats.

-Kenma loves cats and they love him. This is canon.

-Remember when we first meet Kenma and he’s literally petting a cat and Hinata scares it away?

-That was a stray! One he clearly didn’t know since he’s from a different prefecture. It just approached him and he pet it. Cats are drawn to him, and he genuinely likes them.

-Arriving at your house for the first time, the kittens practically swarm him.

-He just goes in and sits down on a chair so he can pet them. He lets one of them jump up into his lap. He pets them as they purr and nuzzle against him.

-He’s got a slight smile on his face as he enjoys the affection of the cats.

- “Wow… you’re really good with them Kenma,” you say, picking up one of the kittens off the floor and holding it against you while you pet it.

- “I like cats,” he says, so calm and happy you can tell he’s not really thinking about what he’s saying.

- “Yeah?”

- “Yeah. They’re so relaxing and peaceful. They just make me feel… good.”

-His words are so genuine and calm that you have to fight the urge to just cover him in kisses.

-You instead place one quick kiss on the crown of his head and then go over to pull out plates to eat the takeout you picked up together.

-You feel so lucky to have found someone who gets exactly how you feel.

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-Kenma is good at literally everything regarding caring for the kittens.

-Since they love him, it’s easy for him to keep them all close together. So before feedings or bed or anything they’re all kept close.

-He loves to brush their fur out. It is his favorite thing. But he’s also really good at clipping their nails when they grow out too much and generally just keeping them well cleaned and taken care of

-Is also really good at remembering their vet appointments or when it’s time to schedule another appointment to get another round of shots or to get them spayed/neutered.

-Just really loves getting to spend time with them and you, and being able to relax so completely.

Akaashi Keiji

-Walking into your house for the first time becomes a memory that Akaashi Keiji revisits often, adoring every detail of the moment.

-He is so aware. He just sees how your face brightens and how your whole body eases. He loves seeing you so relaxed and happy.

-He has never seen you as perfectly calm and happy as when you’re with your cats.

-He plays with them and pets them a bit, but his attention is on you. Watching how careful you are with them, and how gentle and sweet you are. How you know the perfect way to get them to curl up and purr. He adores it.

-There’s a day when you have a date planned with Akaashi, but you’re overwhelmed by work and life and everything and it’s all very hectic.

- “Sorry I’m late Keiji, I just had to finish the project I was working on before I left and-”

- “It wasn’t long. I don’t mind waiting for you.”

- “So,” you sigh, clearly exhausted, “What’s the plan? Where are we going for dinner?”

- “If you’re up for it… I think I have an idea a bit better than dinner. What do you say?”

- “I’m game…. As long as there’s still food.”

- “There will be,” he says as he takes your hand in his and the two of you start walking to your new date location.

-Your casual dinner date now changes to a date at a cat cafe.

-He’s nervous about the change putting more stress on you, but once you’re inside playing with the cats, drinking, and eating and smiling at him, he knows it’ll be okay.

-He also really enjoys the cat cafe and befriends a calico there who spends almost the entire visit either in his lap or rubbing against his leg.

-But he’s really proud that he found a way to cheer you up and take care of you. To bring you peace when you were overwhelmed.

-He likes that he knows you well enough to be able to take care of you.

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-Akaashi is amazing at helping you care for your cats.

-He wants them to be well prepared. So he teaches them to behave, buys them a scratching post, and teaches them to only use the post. Trains them not to bite too much (outside of when they’re teething obviously), and is the one who effectively trains them to use the litter box.

-He’s all about them being set and ready so they’re well-behaved at their next home

-He is the most vocal with the cats. He’ll talk to them while he pets them. Not baby talk either. He’ll just begin talking to them really peacefully about his day and how they’re doing.

- “You see, everyone else has learned to not bite us, but you are so insistent on chewing away at us. But we feed you, little guy. So I don’t get why you won’t stop. Biting is ineffective and we’ve shown you that,” the kitten begins to purr under his touch as he keeps talking, “so why don’t you get it? You know we just want the best for you. At the very least haven’t you heard the expression to not bite the hand that feeds you? Huh?” He scratches the back of the kitten’s head lightly when asking those questions before resuming the long strokes over its body.

-He won’t even realize he’s talking to the kitten, he just does it every time he sits down with any of them.

-He just blushes and pretends it didn’t happen if he sees you’ve caught him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #Haikyuu x reader #Akaashi #Akaashi Keiji #Akaashi x Reader #Kenma #Kozume Kenma #Kenma x Reader #Kuroo #Kuroo Tetsurō #Kuroo x Reader #Hinata #hinata shōyō #Hinata x Reader #Haikyuu Headcanons #fluff #Lila Writes💫

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koiotic · 3 years

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The Fire Nation becomes a democracy (maybe the real political restructuring was the friends we made along the way)

I have no impulse control so I wrote a thing based on my own post

Tagging @dreyri-infinity-aldranaris because they commented on my original post and it gave me two years of serotonin

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“The war’s over.”

Katara blinked. “What?”

“War’s over,” Sokka repeated blankly.

“What?” Her voice cracked a little, but he just held up the piece of paper in his hand, looking a little dazed.

“People were yelling about it when I went to buy food. Apparently someone beat us to taking down Ozai.”

“Who?” Aang cut in before she could ask, disbelief clear on his face.

Sokka took a deep breath, then reread the paper in his hands like he needed to double check. “Zuko.”

Katara laughed, and she was aware it sounded a little unhinged. “No way.”

With a small shrug, he passed her the paper. ‘Firelord Ozai was removed from power by his son, the banished crown prince Zuko. The new Firelord ordered the removal of Fire Nation troops from all foreign territories and has started peace negotiations. There have been discussions of a large scale change to the Fire Nation’s governance.”

“This... This is... What?”

“This...” Aang hesitated, then glanced up almost hopefully. “This is good? I think?”

“So what do we do?” Katara asked.

“We could go talk to him?” Aang suggested, far too optimistically for her taste.

“Aang, he hunted us! This could be a trap!”

“But what if it isn’t?”

“Either way,” Sokka cut in, “I want to know what in La’s name is happening.”

•••

“We’re making it a democracy,” Zuko said for what felt like the millionth time. The advisors were still staring at him like he had two heads.

“But- but your majesty, we can’t ju- just do that!”

“Why?”

There was more spluttering, but no one seemed to have an answer. One of the advisors buried his head in his hands.

“Well, if no one has any more objections, that’s sorted then.”

•••

Sokka was honestly still expecting this to be a huge joke and/or trap, but no one started shooting fire when they landed in one of the gardens. The gardens of the Fire Nation royal palace. In the Fire Nation. Which was inhabited by firebenders.

But no fire yet, so that was at least a plus.

There was a very high-pitched “hi!” and then a blur of pink was cartwheeling towards them, followed much more slowly by a girl in black, who seemed far less enthused to see them.

“You must be the avatar, the waterbender and the asshole with a boomerang,” the girl in black said, a tiny trace of a smirk on her lips.

“The asshole with a boomerang?” Sokka asked, half offended half amused.

“Nice to meet you!” The pink blur announced, stopping in front of Appa. She was a girl, looking around the same age as the other, but radiating excitement and enthusiasm like her life depended on it. “I’m Ty Lee, and this is Mai!”

She slung an arm around Mai’s shoulder ignoring the other’s glower.

“Hi,” Katara said, a little faintly. “Uh, Katara, Sokka and Aang. We came to talk to Zuko. Sorry, who are you?”

“The royal guards,” Mai deadpanned.

“Cool,” Aang said after a beat. “Um, is Zuko here?”

Ty Lee shook her head, braid swinging around wildly. “He’s in a meeting right now, but you could come have tea with us while you wait!”

“What she means,” Mai drawled, “is that she wants you to get off the bison so she can pet it.”

———

As it turned out, there didn’t appear to be a trap. Ty Lee seemed way too enamoured with Appa to attack them, and Mai didn’t seem inclined to do much at all. The two girls led them to a table in an alcove and even sipped their tea own tea first; Sokka was fairly sure that meant it wasn’t poisoned. If it was, that was some serious dedication to killing them.

“Would you like some coffee?” Ty Lee asked.

“What’s coffee?”

“No idea, but Zuko’s been drinking it and he hasn’t slept in two days. It’s pretty good!”

“No thanks,” Sokka said quickly, before Aang could respond. He was hyperactive enough on good old fashioned sugar in his tea.

“So...” Katara said after an awkward pause. “Zuko’s the Fire Lord now.”

“Yep!” Ty Lee said brightly.

“Okay. Right. Cool. But... how? And why?” Sokka possibly sounded a little frenzied, but that wasn’t the issue right now.

“I believe,” Mai said evenly, “his exact words were ‘fuck it, I’m ending the war’.”

Aang blinked. “So he... just did that?”

“I thought you of all people would know that Zuko never gives up.” Mai shrugged. “When we were kids, I asked him for a knife and he spent three weeks making one from scratch.”

Ty Lee giggled. “We still haven’t told him she just wanted him to pass her a knife at dinner.”

Sokka was having a hard time reconciling the image of Angry Jerk Zuko with the absolute dork being described to him.

“You grew up with him?” He asked, mostly to have something else to think about. And also for the possibility of blackmail worthy information.

“We were best friends!” Ty Lee chirped.

“-with his sister,” Mai finished dryly. “Actually, you’re probably lucky she’s out at the moment.”

“Is she worse than him?” Katara asked, then seemed to remember she probably shouldn’t be insulting the new Fire Lord in the Fire Palace of the Fire Nation. Did Sokka mention the fire?

Ty Lee laughed again. “Azula’s great, as long as you don’t do, say or be anything that annoys her. Like talking to her too much. Or breathing too loud. Or standing too close to her. Or not telling her that she’s the best, smartest, most amazing person ever enough.”

“She’s a bitch,” Mai said blankly. “I like her so much.”

Was everyone in the Fire Nation insane? Was Zuko actually the most normal Fire Nation person they knew?

“She sounds nice,” Aang said, a little awkwardly.

“She is!” Ty Lee agreed. “She only threatened to kill me once today! That’s a record!”

He caught Katara’s eye across the table, and tried to silently communicate ‘what the actual fuck is happening?’. She sent back a helpless shrug.

Sokka had never been happier to see Zuko.

The new Fire Lord appeared a moment later, and Sokka almost didn’t recognise him. Thank the spririts, the ponytail was gone. Well, not really, but there was more hair around it. Looking at it no longer made Sokka want to pin him down and fix that spirits forsaken hairstyle. He was wearing what was probably Fire Nation royal clothing, but it looked like it had been at least a two days since he last slept.

“It’s a democracy now,” he said, and then seemed to process the three new people in front of him. “Oh, fuck.”

Aang gave a little wave.

“Uh, I’m really sorry? For hunting you and all that?” Zuko looked like he was expecting someone to kill him, and wasn’t strongly opposed to the idea.

“What do you mean it’s a democracy?” Sokka cut in, as the last few seconds started being processed in his brain.

“Oh,” Zuko blinked. “The Fire Nation. I made it a democracy.”

“Wait, you can do that?” Katara asked.

Zuko gave a small shrug. “Well there’s nothing to say I can’t.”

Sokka considered himself to be very eloquent. He was a smart guy, a hobbyist in poetry, and generally great with words. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“Do you have a problem with democracy?” For a second, Angry Jerk Zuko was back.

“No!” Sokka almost yelled. “Democracy is great, but what the fuck is happening?”

“I... made the Fire Nation a democracy?”

“No. We gathered that much. How in La’s name are you even the Fire Lord?”

“I’m not the Fire Lord,” Zuko said slowly. “I’m the head of a democratic government.”

Sokka briefly considered screaming, then shelved that thought for a later date.

“How did you become leader of a democratic government?”

“Oh, I fought my dad.”

His head was starting to hurt. He had a feeling that wouldn’t be going away any time soon.

“Why did you just switch sides? You were yelling at us about honour like, last week.”

“Well I kind of realised that hunting the avatar was kind of stupid, and that I may have been misinterpreting the message my dad was trying to send.”

“Which was?”

“Well, he said ‘you’re banished until you find the avatar’ but apparently that means ‘I’m hoping you die on this suicide mission and I never see you again so I can make your sister crown princess’.”

And that... that was a lot to process. There was a beat of silence, then Aang chimed in. “Are you currently in the market for a friend?”

“A what?”

If Sokka had known all it took was a hug from a tiny airbender to render Zuko completely nonfunctional, the past few months could have been a lot easier. Aang practically vaulted over the table and caught Zuko in a hug, and the firebender looked rapidly between him and the others with a look of abject confusion.

“Great,” Mai sighed, “you broke him.”

Ty Lee perked up almost immediately. “Are we allowed to hug Zuko now?”

“No!” Zuko managed to get out, a little strangled.

“I’m your dad now,” Aang declared, clinging on staunchly even when Zuko tried to shake him off.

“No one is my dad!”

“Then I’ll be your grandad!”

“My grandfather also tried to kill me!”

“I’ll be your great grandfather!”

“That was Sozin!”

“Your other great grandfather-“

“Please let go of me.”

“Respect your elders, young man!”

“You’re, like, ten!”

Sokka glanced over to Katara again, but to his horror, he recognised the look on her face. “Katara, no-“

“Katara, yes-“

“Please, don’t-“

“We’re-“

“No, we’re not!”

“We’re keeping him, Sokka.”

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near-misses and mistletoe kisses

Zoey x Joan

All ages

Fluff & romance

Joan attends the SPRQ Point fourth floor Christmas party after several months as acting CEO, but her feelings for a certain red-headed coder make her wonder if it's a good idea...

Thanks to @royalarmyofoz for the prompt: mistletoe.

If anyone has any other Zoey x Joan Christmas prompts, maybe send them my way?

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Being back on the fourth floor after so long away felt more than a little strange to Joan, despite it not having changed much since she’d left. The past six months had been filled with tech expos, public speaking, and travelling the world as acting CEO of SPRQ Point while Danny Michael Davis was serving time. Now, Joan wouldn’t trade the opportunity for anything, but it did feel strangely comforting to return to her old floor even for a few hours.

In fact, she’d missed the familiar faces of her team more than she’d ever admit aloud. She’d been a little surprised when she’d received the e-vite from Zoey, asking her to attend the fourth floor Christmas party, but she hadn’t been able to say no. The younger woman had become a good friend to her over the past year, and she supposed swinging by the party for a few hours wouldn’t hurt.

With a breath, Joan moved further into the office space, which had been decked out in lights and baubles and a big Christmas tree. The desks had been cleared away for the party, a wise choice considering that Tobin was practically throwing himself around the dance floor, clearly having already had a few drinks. Music pumped through the room, and Joan found herself giving tight smiles and quiet greetings to a few of her old subordinates as she moved through the throng of familiar faces.

She didn’t know why she was seeking out one particular person quite so much. Well, she did, but she wasn’t about to admit it. No, that was something she’d done her best to bury, these feelings that she was desperately trying to ignore. Getting out of the office had done wonders, but the feeling still chased her, the thoughts still preoccupied her mind at the most inopportune moments.

And then Joan saw her. Red hair cascading in waves around her pale shoulders, which were bare save two thin straps holding up an emerald green dress. An animated grin on her face, hands gesturing wildly as she talked. Joan felt her heart stop in her chest, her mouth going dry as she took in the sight of Zoey Clarke chatting happily with Mo, who appeared to be DJ-ing the event. Since accepting the invitation to the party, she had thought long and hard about how she would approach the younger woman, had carefully planned how to greet her in a way that was casual but not too casual, how she would give her that smirk that made Zoey blush, how she would try to steal the young coder away for a quiet chat and a private catch-up. Not for anything, of course. They were just friends. Only friends. Zoey didn’t think of her that way. But staring at her now, all of Joan’s plans flew out of her head and for a moment she could have sobbed.

Why had she come? After months of trying to ignore her feelings for Zoey, of trying to brush them off as a silly crush or a misinterpreted friendship, she had walked straight into what felt very much like a trap. How could she spend the night with the younger woman, acting calm and casual, and ignoring the fact she wanted nothing more than to shove her up against a wall and drive her senseless? Was this really such a good idea, showing up at the office party where there would inevitably be lots of alcohol and a delectably-dressed Zoey?

Taking a breath, Joan took a shaky step back, and instead started looking for the bar.

Joan was on her third martini when she heard someone call her name over a loud, pop-y Christmas song. She looked around in surprise, only for her heart to sink as she saw Leif making his way towards her with a grin.

“Joan! You made it,” Leif sat next to her at the bar, not noticing Joan’s strained smile. “Zoey said she’d invited you, but she wasn’t sure you could make it.”

“Oh, yeah, well,” Joan shrugged uncomfortably. “I was home for Christmas, so I thought I’d swing by, make sure my replacement hasn’t managed to destroy the entire floor. I would quite like to have a team to come back to once Danny Michael Davis is back as CEO.”

“And we’d love to have you back,” Leif said, his tone making her squirm a little. It was just a little too needy, that little too sickly-sweet for her taste.

Letting out a nervous laugh at that, Joan took a gulp of martini. “Well, I guess I’d better make the rounds. Say hello to people, and all that.” She went to slide off the barstool, but was stopped by Leif’s hand on her arm. She stared at him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Leif smiled, then pointedly looked up.

Dangling from one of the many strings of fairy lights suspended throughout the room, was a sprig of mistletoe. Joan felt the blood drain from her face as she returned her gaze to Leif’s expectant expression.

“Uh, well, I don’t know, Leif,” she shifted uncomfortably, gave another nervous laugh. “We’re in a room full of people, and the last time I let anything like this happen... Well, we both know it didn’t end well.”

“Come on, Joan, it’s tradition.” Leif took a step closer, and Joan quickly took a step back.

“Everything alright?”

Both Joan and Leif looked round in surprise at the new voice, seeing Zoey staring at the pair of them with a furrowed brow.

“Zoey!” Joan felt the panic loosen in her chest at the sight of the redhead, and she quickly moved to embrace the younger woman. “Everything’s fine, Leif and I were just talking.”

Leif, whose shoulders had slumped at the interruption, looked about to say something then, so Joan grabbed her purse off the bar and looped her arm through Zoey’s.

“Come on, I need to powder my nose.”

And before Leif could say anything, Joan was carting Zoey off to the ladies’ room.

Ok, so the ladies’ room hadn’t been the best place to go, considering that the rest of the party goers were male and wouldn’t be able to offer interruptions. All she’d succeeded in doing, Joan realised, was isolate herself with the woman she had quite frustrating romantic feelings for.

“So, what was all that about?” Zoey asked as she checked her makeup in the mirror.

Joan did the same, although she didn’t really need to. She just felt like she had to do something to stop herself from staring at Zoey.

“Oh, uh, Leif was getting a little too friendly,” Joan rolled her eyes. “Whoever put that mistletoe up should be fired.”

“But you’re alright?” Zoey glanced over at her with a frown. “He wasn’t making you uncomfortable or anything?”

“Well, he was, but I can handle it.” The brunette sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”

“What? No! Joan, you deserve to be here! You’re still our team leader, even if you’re not managing the floor right now! And, after all the work you’ve been doing these past months, you deserve a night off. Besides, I...” Zoey trailed off uncertainly then, before continuing in a quieter, almost uncertain voice. “I’ve missed you.”

There was something in her tone, a vulnerability, that made Joan freeze. Could she...? Did Zoey...? No, she couldn’t... She swallowed.

Zoey, for her part, was flushed red, and she hastily readjusted the straps of her dress before moving for the bathroom door. “We should get back out to the party before Tobin eats all the food.”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll, I’ll be right there.”

Zoey didn’t respond, instead hurrying out the bathroom without a backwards glance. Turning her attention to her reflection, Joan studied her appearance for a long while. There was no way Zoey had meant she’d missed her in that way, right? Not in the way Joan had missed her?

She stared at her reflection’; taking in her choice of makeup, the way she’d carefully done her hair so that it was naturally curly but not frizzy, the dark blue dress she’d chosen that hugged her figure in all the right places... She’d spent ages getting ready for the party, had wanted to look her best, and for what? What had been the plan? In all honesty, there had never really been a plan, no matter what she tried to convince herself. Beyond ‘show up looking gorgeous, get Zoey alone for some drinks and a chat’, there had been nothing. She hadn’t considered what she would say to the younger woman, or whether she’d admit to the fact her heart stopped in her chest at the sight of Zoey’s smile. She hadn’t admitted to herself that she had dressed up for the redhead who had just walked out on her, hadn’t stopped to fully dwell on exactly what she’d been doing. A little voice in the back of her head that sounded like Charlie was laughing at her. How could she have been so stupid? Why would Zoey want her? She was reading too much into things. Zoey simply missed having another woman around at work, it had nothing to do with any personal matters or feelings.

After all, there had been talks of Zoey and Max, and there had been the accusations at Simon’s engagement party too. The woman had two attractive young men after her and the world at her feet. Why would she look twice at a woman twenty years older than her?

Letting out a quiet sigh, Joan made up her mind. She was getting out of there.

She really had meant to just sneak out. But somehow, Tobin had spotted her and Joan had been corralled over to the dance floor. Repeated attempts were made by the young man to drag her onto the dance floor, and eventually resigning herself to being stuck there, she instead made her way back to the bar.

“Where’ve you been?”

Joan blinked. Zoey was sat at the bar, two martinis in front of her and a worried frown on her face.

“Oh, uh, Tobin caught me. He was trying to get me to ‘cut loose’.” Joan grimaced.

“Ah.” Zoey nodded, and slid a martini over to her.

Somewhat reluctantly, the older woman slipped onto a stool and took a sip of the drink.

“You know, I was beginning to think you’d stood me up,” the redhead said, a small smile on her face.

Having no response to that, Joan simply blinked.

“I mean, I thought I’d scared you off, saying about how I missed you.” Zoey’s attention was on her martini glass, shoulders tight and cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. “I thought I’d made you uncomfortable, I know you’re not always big on emotional talks and stuff. But... But I meant it. And I’m not sorry I said it.”

A long silence then, as music continued to thump away in the background. A few people came to the bar, ordered drinks, and the two women waited uncomfortably until they were alone again.

“When you say you missed me,” Joan began uncertainly once they were indeed again alone, “do you mean at work?”

Zoey shrugged. “Kinda. But also out of work. I mean, I know you’re like, super busy, but I miss seeing you. Which sounds weird, I know, because we didn’t exactly hang out much before. But...” She sighed, before turning to look at Joan fully. “I had a conversation with Mo a few months ago, when me and Max were arguing, and he told me that real friends owe it to each other to have hard conversations, to talk about things that are difficult, or weird, or uncomfortable. And, believe me, the irony is not lost on me that what I’m about to tell you is the exact thing that drove a wedge between me and Max, but I can’t not say anything.”

“Zoey-”

“No, Joan, please just let me finish. I... I really like you. As in, like you. I thought maybe it was just a crush, or it was to do with you being there for me after everything with my dad and stuff, but... It hasn’t gone away. And it isn’t something I can just ignore anymore.”

Joan blinked. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. Was she dreaming? Had she slipped in the bathroom, and actually unconscious right now? Was it some elaborate, cruel joke?

“Joan? Please say something. Anything.”

“Uh...”

In all honesty, Joan was having trouble processing everything and finding her voice. But Zoey’s worried gaze was just enough to jolt her out of her mind to stumble through an answer.

“That’s... Wow. Ok. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m really sorry to spring this on you,” Zoey said, sounding more than a little worried. “Look, I know this seemed to have come out of nowhere, and if you want me to just leave you alone, I will-”

“I like you too.”

Joan hadn’t quite expected the words to come out so abruptly, and Zoey’s wide-eyed look told her the younger woman hadn’t expected it either. Now it was the redhead’s turn to struggle for words.

“Oh. Right. Uh, ok... So, um, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” Joan admitted with a shrug. “I haven’t exactly done this sort of thing in years.”

“Yeah, no, of course.” Zoey looked around at the party that was still in full swing. “You want to go somewhere else and talk? Somewhere not full of our co-workers getting drunk and dancing to Mariah Carey?”

“If you want to, yeah.” A small smile was spreading across Joan’s face, and Zoey returned it.

“Ok.”

The two women grabbed their purses, and Joan had just slipped off her stool when she remembered something. She looked up tentatively and there, hanging between them from the lights, was the sprig of mistletoe.

Zoey had followed her gaze with a small frown, mouth widening into a surprised ‘o’ as she realised what Joan was looking at. Slowly, the two women redirected their attention to each other.

“What do we do?” Zoey asked, a little breathless.

“Well,” Joan said, a smirk spreading across her lips, “it is a tradition.”

The younger woman considered that for a moment from her vantage point still on the bar stool. She spared a quick glance at her team members, all drinking and partying. Mo was busy at the decks but looked up and spotted Zoey and Joan across the room. Taking in their predicament, a grin spread across his face and he flashed Zoey a wink.

Grinning, the redhead returned her attention to Joan, reaching out to pull her closer. Instinctively Joan stepped between Zoey’s legs, arms coming around the woman’s waist as they leaned in. Their lips touched, soft and warm, in a kiss that was surprisingly tender. When they parted, they both glanced towards the dance floor. Besides a smirking Mo, nobody seemed to have noticed their little moment. Threading her fingers through Zoey’s, Joan tugged the younger coder off the stool and leaned in close to murmur in her ear.

“Your place or mine?”

With a seductive grin Joan hadn’t known Zoey was capable of, the redhead merely raised her eyebrows and tugged her towards the elevators.

Well, Joan thought, it looked like she’d made the right decision after all.

#zep fic #zoey x joan #zoeys extraordinary playlist #joan bennett #zoey clarke

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language-of-love · 4 years

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one summer night... (prompt from @jessx2231: sitting on the porch at night) | Summer Soft Series on AO3

.........

Some hellbeast of a bug buzzes his ear and he flails wildly, both desperate to not have it touch his face and not actually make contact with whatever the hell that was. He doesn’t mind walking home from the store, in fact relishes the solitude of it, but these flying monstrosities inhabiting this town can fuck right off.

“Did you just have a stroke?”

“Oh jesus fuck!”

David feels a year of his life vanish into thin air, both from fright and sheer embarrassment as that disembodied voice takes form in a very amused Patrick Brewer sitting on Ray’s front porch.

“Sorry David, didn’t mean to startle you.”

Instead of responding, David holds his finger up as he takes a few steadying breaths, eyes narrowing as Patrick’s smile just grows wider. Why does he have to have a smile like that? And why are David’s lips nudging up to smile back? Enough of that.

“Does Ray know you’re loitering out here?”

“He does. But, point of fact, I’m not loitering. I live here.”

Wait, what? He’s known this man for weeks now and he’s just finding out that he lives with Ray?

“Really?”

“Yeah, I rent a room upstairs. Sorry, I just assume that everyone knows everything about everyone in this town, so I never mentioned it.”

“Hmm, okay, just...processing this new information over here.”

Patrick chuckles in that warm, rumbly way that he does and David’s rogue stomach does a little churn. He’s not sure what to do about his body’s growing awareness of this little business man that’s dropped into his life, so he does what he’s been doing for the past week and ignores it.

“While you’re processing, I’m gonna go grab a beer. Wanna join me for a drink?”

He doesn’t hold back the minor cringe at the word “beer”, which Patrick sees and probably misinterprets, so he quickly speaks before the wrong idea can be formed.

“Do you have any wine?”

Patrick’s smile is back immediately and he nods as he stands and heads inside, leaving David standing there completely unsure of what he’s doing. He can’t help his anxiety from bubbling up question after question into the front of his brain. What is this? What does this mean? Does it mean anything? Of course it doesn’t. This is Patrick. He’s not interested in David like that. Why would he be?

“”Hey, can you…?

David’s pulled from his anxiety spiral at the sound of Patrick’s voice to find him on the other side of the screen door, hands full with their drinks.

“Oh, yeah, let me,” David stutters, quickly pulling the door open so Patrick can step back outside.

“I figured you’d want something chilled, so I went with Chardonnay. I hope that’s okay?”

“It’ll do.”

Honestly, his standards where alcohol is concerned has sunk so low since living here that he’ll drink just about anything, except Mutt’s moonshine. That’s a mistake you only make once.

Patrick returns to his spot on the stair and David contemplates what to do. He could stand here, awkwardly, or risk doing permanent damage to his white denim. He’s not sure which is worse. So he has no real choice to throw caution to the wind and sits.

It’s just past dusk and the evening around them is growing darker, Ray’s porch light and the lights from the motel down the block illuminating the vast nothingness around them. It’s oddly calming in a way. He can hear Patrick’s fingernail picking at the label on his beer, making him realize just how close they’re actually sitting.

“I feel pretty stupid that I didn’t know you were living here until now,” he admits.

“Eh, I hadn’t supplied the information either, so I guess it’s on both of us.”

Oh...wait.

“So, when you offered up your place for me to stay during the whole...lice debacle,” he pauses, allowing the full body shudder to pass before continuing. “You were offering up what, Ray’s couch, or...your…?”

The chuckle Patrick releases gets caught in his throat a little and it comes out more like a cough and when David looks over at him, he’s pretty sure there’s a little redness coloring those pale cheeks.

“I guess I hadn’t really thought that through.”

Hmm… Interesting. Or is it? David’s history of turning nothing into something is longer than a CVS receipt, so he’s mentally stopping that train of thought. Remembering his wine, he takes a long sip, cringes, and goes back in for another. It’s bad, but it’s cold and he likes the company.

“Luckily, that tragic chapter of our lives is over and we hopefully will never have to think about it again.”

“Cheers to that.”

Patrick tilts the neck of his beer towards him and David lifts his wine, smiling at the soft clink of glass against glass.

“So, Patrick, what else is there to know about you that I’ve neglected to learn?”

Patrick shrugs, but David spies his lips curving up a bit behind the mouth of his beer bottle, and yeah, that sparks some real curiosity about this man he’s obviously not given enough attention to.

“Nothing much, really. I’m just, honestly, really happy to be working with you at the store. I’m enjoying the challenge…”

“I’m a challenge?” David interrupts, his incredulous expression marred by his inability to fully wipe away his smile.

“The store is a challenge, David. You’re…”

He falls quiet and David arches an eyebrow, lifting his free hand to motion for Patrick to continue.

“I don’t know. You’re...you. I’ve never met anyone like you before, and I...I like that, I guess? I never know what you’re gonna say or do next, so yeah, maybe you’re a bit of a challenge, too. But a good one.”

David’s a bit dumbstruck. He’s never had someone say those things to him in a way that wasn’t an admonishment before. It’s an unsteadying feeling.

“I’m glad to have made an impression,” he says quietly, quick to hide his face behind his wine glass and his feelings under another long sip that ends up draining his glass.

Patrick notices, because of course he does. He’s rather attentive.

“Want another glass?” he asks, and David’s thrown off again by Patrick’s open expression of hopefulness. But he’s going to head home. Another glass will lower inhibitions and the wall he’s constructed around his heart to stop himself from getting hurt by nice guys like this. Patrick won’t mean to hurt him when it happens, so it’s best to keep things professional.

“Thanks, but I’m good.” Standing quickly, he waits for Patrick to stand with him, but he doesn’t. He just sits there, his broad shoulder propped against the side of the porch rail, smiling up at him in that genuine way that he’s mastered. He holds out his hand and for a second David freezes, unsure as to what he’s doing, but thankfully, quickly registers he’s offering to take David’s wine glass. Their fingers brush a little and the tiny hairs on David’s neck prickle his skin, but he’ll just pretend that it's from the warm summer breeze that’s surrounded them like a blanket.

It’s gotten a tad bit too cozy on this porch.

David’s a few steps away when he hears Patrick call out to him.

“Goodnight David.”

Smiling softly, he wiggles his fingers in a small wave before turning back towards the motel.

“Night Patrick.”

….....

The scratch of Patrick’s calloused thumb against the side of his neck feels so good that he can feel his body leaning in closer, pressing Patrick’s back harder against the porch rail as his moan of appreciation vibrates against their joined lips. Patrick’s free hand anchored in David’s back pocket clenches and their kiss goes molten, both of them delving deeper as if their mouths are performing all the things their bodies want, but aren’t currently able. The porch light is out, casting them in blissful darkness, masking roaming hands and stubble chafed skin, but David’s more than a little desperate to find some real privacy.

“When’s Ray getting home?” he pants into Patrick’s mouth, not giving him a chance to respond as he captures his lips again for another breathless kiss. He tastes of beer and pretzels from their short excursion to The Wobbly Elm, excusing themselves after only twenty minutes to go back out to the Rose Family car and fog up the windows, a move they will both be teased about forever by Stevie and Alexis who found them an hour later half dressed and dazed.

“Soon,” Patrick manages to whimper, “very soon.”

David has half a mind to drag Patrick inside and up to his room, but they’re both too worked up and he can’t emotionally handle Ray walking in on them, which he’ll inevitably do. It’s happened already.

Twice.

So, he does the last thing he wants to do. Pulling his mouth free, he angles his head enough to let his forehead fall to meet Patrick’s, indulging himself for a moment in the exhilaration of hearing Patrick’s breath heaving just as hard as his own. God, it’s intoxicating being wanted.

“You wanna sit for a while?” Patrick eventually asks and David answers with a tiny nod, made a bit awkward with their foreheads still pressed together. The laugh they share helps release a bit of the adrenaline and electricity, but David feels it spark anew when Patrick drags his hand into his lap as soon as they’ve sat down on the step.

“Do you have plans Sunday night?”

“Who would I have plans with except you?”

“Stevie?”

“We don’t make plans.”

“Right,” Patrick says with a smile, “well, I do, so can you add an overnight date with me to your very busy schedule?”

David’s smile widens at Patrick’s ears going pink, his inability to hide his blush even when he’s being assertive one of his most adorable qualities.

“Okay, but I can’t do Stevie’s again. Now that I know that she’s still sleeping with Jake, it’s all a little too...complicated.”

“Agreed. Some neutral ground would be ideal. Maybe one of the nicer hotels in Elmdale?”

David likes how that sounds. Leaning in, he runs the tip of his nose against Patrick’s temple so he can whisper softly into his ear.

“Somewhere with room service.”

“And late checkout,” Patrick agrees as he turns his head, quickly capturing David’s lips in a sneaky kiss.

It’s only minutes later when Ray finds them, once again caught up, with David’s hand trapped behind Patrick’s head and the porch rail, mouths kiss bruised and fingers grazing skin beneath hems and collars. By some miracle, Ray’s on the phone and greets them with just a knowing smile and a wave, quickly disappearing inside, but leaving the inner door open and efficiently, and undoubtedly unintentionally, ending their private moment.

Since they’re so close, Patrick walks him back to the motel, kissing him again against the door before mumbling “Goodnight David” against his cheek.

David’s “Night Patrick” is texted to him moments later, prompting Patrick to look back at him from down the street and blow him an exaggerated kiss.

…....

The condensation from Patrick’s beer drips down onto David’s wrist and it makes him shiver, the cold water a welcome contrast to his overheated skin. It’s a hot night, still in the high eighties past 8 o’clock and humid, making his thin t-shirt stick to the sweat building at the small of his back and between his pecs.

Stevie’s laugh precedes her as she pushes out onto their back porch, one hand clasping an overfull glass of red and the other holding the door open for Twyla following behind her. Twyla’s cut her hair so the warm summer breeze catches the now shoulder length strands as she smiles and sits cross legged against the porch rail, her sunny disposition a perfect match to the warmth radiating deep in David’s chest.

“Is it almost ready?” Patrick asks, his words making his chest rumble and David’s body vibrate from how close they’re plastered together on their loveseat style lounger. As they’ve settled into their new home, they’ve created these little special places, like the oversized soaker tub and the breakfast nook that faces the morning sun. Knowing they didn’t need to make room for potential future kids allowed them to build their home around their family of two and it’s honestly more than David could have ever dreamed up.

“Needs another half hour or so,” Twyla responds, before launching into a long story about all the different models of ice cream maker she tried out before finding the perfect one to give David and Patrick as a wedding present. Of course, because she’s a millionaire, she chose the most expensive home model, which David has thanked her for countless times.

“It’s definitely our most used wedding present,” he reminds her, which makes her smile.

“What about mine?” Stevie asks, each syllable dripping with her signature mix of boredom and sarcasm.

“You didn’t get us anything,” Patrick responds before David even has a chance.

“Incorrect. Need I remind you that it was only due to my meddling that the two of you even got together? And it was my apartment where you, you know,” she lets her words trail off as she nods pointedly. “And it was me who talked sense into you, David, when you wanted to drag Patrick to New York and leave me all alone.”

“Ah, yes, how could we forget. Thank you, Stevie, for your completely selfless gift of...um…”

“Friendship, David, the word you are looking for is friendship,” Stevie supplies, entirely too amused with herself.

As she takes a few large gulps of her wine, David tries to think of a witty response. But Patrick turns his head in that moment and presses a soft kiss into David’s hair and his brain turns to absolute mush. So, Stevie wins this round, but he’s really okay with it.

They do, eventually, eat some of Twyla’s ice cream, a delicious concoction of chocolate, pistachio and marshmallow swirl. Considering her disastrous attempts at edible smoothie recipes, she’s surprisingly good with her ice cream flavors. As the night goes on, Stevie gets more than a little tipsy, but so does David, and he laughs at his own slurred speech after saying goodbye from his now permanent spot on the loveseat.

“It’s a good thing Twyla stayed sober,” Patrick says from the patio door, the sound of his flip flops hitting the wood making David smile as he knows that means he’s coming back to sit with him again. Leaning his head back against the cushion, he focuses on the string of edison bulbs they have framing the overhang, made brighter now that Patrick has turned off the porch light.

“We should tell them to get an Uber next time. Twyla is a really entertaining drunk.”

Patrick’s warm body joins David’s on their loveseat and David lets out a happy grumble.

“So are you.”

Patrick’s voice is soft and rumbly, his mouth hot against David’s temple as he slowly drops kisses on a path towards David’s mouth.

“I’m not drunk,” David protests, even though he knows he kind of is, but he also knows how much his husband loves it when he’s a little ornery.

“Mmhmm…”

Patrick’s response is mumbled against David’s mouth, his hands greedily dragging David towards him by the back of his neck. David’s more than a little tipsy and he goes with it, welcoming the heady rush of desire mixing with the languid pull of the alcohol, making everything feel hazy and oh so good.

He’s barely maneuvered himself onto Patrick’s lap before his sweaty shirt is being dragged over his head and all the privacy they finally have is taken full advantage of.

Later, skin still pink from their shared shower and eyes closing against his cool pillowcase, David searches for Patrick’s hand between them on the mattress. It’s only when he has those familiar fingers, calloused from his guitar string, wrapped tight in his does he let himself fully drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight David,” he faintly registers hearing Patrick whisper.

“Night Patrick” he replies, or at least he thinks he does, but it could all just be a really amazing dream.

#david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #schitts creek #my sc fic #summer soft

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