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#well... i guess this is what i get for wishing for a busier week
jpitha · 3 months
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Between the Black and Gray 3
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Ma-ren was busy.
Helena had called out so, they were down a server during the lunch rush. Ti'ka helped spread the load, so it wasn't insurmountable, but it was busier than she had been in a while. She had told Fen to stay home today just to give things another day to cool down so Ma-ren felt additional obligation to make some extra money.
A bell sounded, and an unseen hand from the kitchen slid out a plate of pancakes for that new human eating outside. Ma-ren grabbed her plate and the coffee pot and strode out.
"Here are your pancakes, sorry for the wait! Would you like another coffee?" She placed the plate in front of him and made sure he had napkins and syrup.
"I would love another cup, thanks so much." He grinned widely as she poured. "Hey, I'm sorry for staring earlier, you just look familiar."
"Oh it's all right. Maybe I just have that kind of face." Ma-ren flicked her tail and looked back towards the kitchen. "You're new here right? When did you arrive?"
He finished chewing the pancakes and swallowed. "Just came in a couple hours ago on a freighter. I'm going to see if I can find some work and earn enough for passage on to the next station."
"Oh? Where are you headed?" Ma-ren switched to Colonic smoothly. Then, she realized what she was doing, shook her head, and her ears twitched. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry. I apologize, you don't have to tell me your business."
He chuckled and waved his hand, dismissively. "I haven't had a chance to speak Colonic in years. It feels good, like dusting an old cabinet. "No, no it's fine. I guess I'm making my way to Lemilar."
"Well, good luck on your journey!"
"Thanks Ma-ren, I'll try." He looked down at his food and then back up. "Actually, Ma-ren, can you recommend a hostel around here? I need a place to stay for a week or two."
Ma-ren laughed. "Friend, there's no place like that for humans or K'laxi here."
The human looked around. "Yeah, I kind of got that impression from the welcome wagon down on the promenade."
"Oh? Did you meet Tam? How much did he shake you down for?"
"He tried for one hundred Stars, but he didn't get any."
Ma-ren blinked. "Wait, you beat up Tam?"
The human shook his head quickly. "No! I just dodged his half-assed punches until he got tired and left."
"Oh I wish I could have been there for that! Someone needs to take Tam down a peg or two. He goes after humans and K'laxi, and not just newbies on the promenade. He comes up here and causes trouble, and when security comes, they harass us." Ma-ren looks back at the kitchen. "Look, I have to get back to work, but anyone who can take on Tam and walk away deserves praise. I've got a couch, you can crash with Fen and I for a day or two while you figure things out."
He blinked. "Are you sure? That's awfully generous. You just met me, I don't even think you know my name."
"Hey, we take care of our own up here. Ancestors know nobody else will. There's no reason for you to sleep out in the common if you don't have to." She winked. "So, what's your name then, friend?"
He suck out his right hand. "I'm Gord. Pleased to meetcha."
Ma-ren leaned back. "What's the hand for?"
Gord looked at her, and then at his hand, and put it down slowly. "Don't worry about it. It's an old greeting."
Ma-ren's ears twitched again. "Well Gord, I'm on for another couple of hours and then I'll take you back to our place. I'll bring you the check for the pancakes, but I can keep the coffee going so the boss doesn't wonder why you're still here."
Gord finished his food and took out a battered pad and read while sipping three or four coffees while Ma-ren finished her shift. When she was finished, she walked out in her street clothes. "Ready Gord?"
Gord snapped the pad shut and picked up his pack. "Sure thing Ma-ren. Lead the way."
She took him to her apartment over on the other side of the floor. As they approached her building, they passed Da'reni sitting out front reading again, his gray muzzle buried in his pad. Ma-ren waved. "Hey Da'reni, I've got a boarder for a couple of days. New arrival."
Da'reni grunted and flicked his eyes up. He did a double take and stared. His ears flattened, and he looked like he was going to say something. Then, he fluffed his fur and grunted and went back to his pad. "Careful, newbie. You've got that kind of face. The one that gets security called up here."
Gord raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Ma-ren's tail flicked. "Don't worry Gord, that's just how Da'reni is. Come on, you can come up and meet Fen and get settled.
Ma-ren bounded up the stairs while Gord walked more carefully. When she got to the apartment door, she touched the locking stud and the door buzzed and opened with a loud click. "Fen hon, I'm back and I bought a friiiiiiiiend!"
There was bustling from the kitchen area. "Oh, who is it? Did you drag Helena back again?"
Ma-ren laughed. "Nah, newbie off a freighter. Get this, he managed to dodge getting beat up by Tam!"
Fen leaned around the corner, face covered in flour and a towel draped across her shoulder. "Okay, you win. Hey newbie, I'm Fen."
He waved. "Gord."
"Sit Gord, you drink tea? Too bad, I'm making some. I'll have cookies out in an hour."
Gord, Fen and Ma-ren sat around their small table, drinking tea while Gord brought Fen up to speed and telling them about dodging Tam.
"Shit Gord, I know how hard Tam can hit-" Fen rubbed her cheek "-first hand, and the fact that you dodged him is nothing short of impressive."
"Oh, it wasn't so much, but thanks all the same. He really telegraphs his moves, and I know that a Gren really only has three or four punches in them." Gord sipped his tea politely.
Gord put his cup down. "So Fen, Ma-ren how long have you been here? Sure seems like they are trying to get all the humans and k'laxi to move along."
Fen and Ma-ren shared a look and then laughed. "Oh Gord, we were born and raised here. Most of the time, the station authorities ignore us. Our parents came in on Spyglass and these days it's not going anywhere so we just... stayed."
Gord blinked. "Wait, Spyglass? The Starjumper? She's here? Where?"
Fen raised an eyebrow. "Docking bays thirty three through forty. We have a big fundraiser every year to pay the docking fees. We probably should just scrap it, but we can't bring ourselves to do it. It saved all of us."
Gord looked at them in horror. "Scrap her? No, you can't do that! Have you even asked her what she thinks of that?"
Ma-ren looked at Gord carefully. "Her? Gord, Spyglass is a ship. A creaky, old, cold, human made ship. It's probably the oldest thing on this station by a long shot. It's not alive."
Gord boggled. He shut his mouth and took a deep breath in, and then out again though his nose. He picked up his tea and Ma-ren noticed his hand was shaking. "Gord? What are you not telling us?"
At that, Gord smiled. "Quite a lot, actually. But that's neither here nor there." He sipped his tea, took another cleansing breath and seemed to collect himself. "Can we go over to Spyglass? Can we go in her?"
Fen shrugged. "I mean, it-she's cold. The reactors failed decades ago, but she's not like, guarded. We used to play there as kids."
"Will you take me there? It's important. I need to see something." For the first time since they met, Ma-ren noticed that Gord was nervous.
"S-sure Gord. We can head over." Fen looked up at the clock over the stove. "Curfew isn't for a few cycles, let's go now."
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cubur · 2 years
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Don't let me go…【part2】 I won't let you go!
Well… hi all! Firstly, I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy out there!🙏 And secondly, as you guys know, i've been quiet for a while. I had to deal with some of my real life problems… albeit unintentionally… And it was a period that seriously hurt me emotionally. So if you remember, when I was at the beginning of everything, I posted an art about it, also mentioned that I will share the rest of that art depending on the situation. And according to this result, it would end as a good or bad ending…
So today, this problem finally came to a conclusion!
What do you see when you look at these pieces? It feels like a bit of a bad ending, right!? But it's not!Yes, the result is really the good ending one!!!I'm just happy to be back with good news after such a long wait!And guys, half of these results are thanks to you, i know!'Cause you all sent so many positive comments and wishes that things turned out well (y'know I have some superstitions like good wishes)!So I can't thank each and every one of you enough!
I really thought for a moment that I had reached the end of the road… And I don't know if I can use the right words about my feelings during this period… That's why i'm not even going to start that "feelings" part. Just… I guess I'm a little old-fashioned. I mean I can't get used to the changes easily. Ofcourse one day I'll say that I'm done!(I can't draw these two boys until i die). But I can only accept this if it is a situation under my control. And since I don't feel like saying I'm done yet, this just damaged my emotional state indescribably. Many days when I was quiet and inactive, I kept telling myself "be patient, be strong, be patient, be strong" and I didn't tell anyone how hard it was for me because didn't want to bother any of you with my *constant* emotional breakdowns. So, special thanks to the few people who didn't turn down my request for help to avoid a panic attack (they know themselves)!
Honestly, this problem is about a topic I'm uncomfortable talking about. That's why I won't talk too much about it. (But even so, I was going to tell you all what this is about, if this had ended with a bad ending. Because if i had to leave i think you guys have the right to know why…) So for now, it's just enough to know that this is about a serious legal issue. I may be just a simple fanartist that you all see here but there are some serious issues going on in my real life and can't have fun with. And it was an issue that would hinder my entire artist career, not just about my fanarts. That's why I asked all of you for help (normally i hate asking for help but…) And the bad ending one is still in my documents, but i will never share this. Because I'm still afraid of something and maybe this will cause things to go bad in the future, idk… But mmh for those who are still wondering, I can explain a little, i guess. So it was the same beginning but a different ending, something like Sasuke leaving without looking back, and he couldn't even hear Naruto's voice and what he was saying behind his back… like an unstoppable farewell…… So I still feel lucky that I didn't have to post this one!
But, after this period that I lived for almost two months, I cannot say that everything is over now… unfortunately. 'Cause from now on it seems like another period awaits me. A period when I will be much busier and not even have time to talk much… But i'm not complaining, because I can still stay around. So i haven't planned it yet but i will try to prepare a monthly schedule for myself. And nothing is finalized but for now it looks like I can only spend two weeks a month on fanarts/commissions. Sorry in advance for being less active from now on!
But HEY i'm still happy!!!
I'm happy to be able to continue what I love to do, happy to be able to stay here with you all and happy that I don't have to leave my accounts. So, endless thanks to everyone who spoke up or stayed silent but never stopped supporting me!I never asked you to do, but y'all just don't know how much strength you give me with your words and support!
Hope the future brings more fun and happiness to all of us!Let's have fun doing the things we love!And don't also forget to take care of yourself!!
(Uhm… Ok I won't be writing such long articles for a long time, don't worry, I won't have time for that ^^;!So just, thank you if you've read this far) !
See you guys around!❤️❤️
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dogloveri23 · 2 years
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pairing: Thoma x reader (gender neutral)
warning: angst, tears
A/n: Sorry guys! I have been having some writer's block but I decided nto suck it up and post some content! Ayato content will start appearing as soon as I play his story quest!
Part 2
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Originally written by @dogloveri23
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""Where is he?" You asked as you stare at the clock on the wall of the restaurant that you had been waiting for Thoma in for the past two hours. He was usually never late well that was up until recent. You had known that his job as the housekeeper of the Kamisato estate was pretty demanding but he had always been able to meet up with you to hang out at least once a week. With the vision hunt decree finally being over and you being able to see him without restraint, you hoped he would at least put in some effort to see you. It was difficult to live normally after the ceremony for the 100th vision had taken place and Thoma had almost lost his ambition. You had the Raiden's patrol soldiers at your front door pretty regularly to the point where even Ayaka had asked you to move into the Kamisato estate for the time being, to which you humbly declined. It would make you look all the more guilty. Though after the whole thing had come to a close and Inazuma finally being able to move forward, you were beyond excited to see your boyfriend again. But now it felt like you were the only one. The pitied looks were already being sent your way as you sat all alone glancing at the door way too often.
By the third hour, you had decided to call it a day and leave the restaurant. You could no longer bear the embarrassment and the pitied glances for the people around you. You left the restaurant and decided to purchase the next volume of 'The tale of the moonlight sword' from the Yae publishing house. Maybe you could find some way to take your mind off things. "My, my someone looks awfully drained. I'm guessing you had a rough day ?" A voice said to you upon reaching the publishing house. "Hello Yae," You say as you direct your attention from the shelf to face her completely. "Care to relay your troubles unto me, I assure you I'm a really good listener," She says as she stands in front of you. "After all, I can't have one of my top writers be too down to submit their next volume, can I?" Yae said. "It's Thoma but I really do not wish to speak about it," You say as you pay for the book. "Hmm, very well but I shall not pry. But do come to visit me at the shrine, I miss your presence plus there's no one new to tease" She said sensing your sour mood. You set off to the Kamisato estate to pay Thoma a visit and maybe keep him some company since he was too busy to see you. The journey was quiet as it started to pour as the rain accompanied your sour mood. You had no umbrella on hand causing you to have to journey through the Chinju forest in the rain. Upon arriving at the estate the first to spot you was Ayato.
"Y/n? What are you doing in the rain without an umbrella? " He said rushing towards you with an umbrella he found nearby. "Fetch Thoma from inside," he tells his guards to which one quickly follows the order. "What happened, you seem upset?" Ayato asks as he escorts you to sit at the table where he sat previously. "Is Thoma here? I wanted to keep him company since he's been busier recently" You sat to Ayato as you look at him expectantly waiting for a response. "Busier? I am not aware of any extra work being given to Thoma, though it may be. I am barely home so I cannot confirm" He says as he looks at you with realization hitting him like a truck. "Did two of you have plans today?" He asks as he examines your facial features awaiting even the slightest confirmation of his theory. As though on cue, Thoma rushes out, taking no note of you as he addresses Ayato. "My lord, I was informed of your call, what do you need assistance with?" He asked not making eye contact with or acknowledging your presence. "Y/n managed to get caught in the rain please treat her to a warm bath and some clean clothes," Ayato says as he looks at Thoma expectantly. "Yes, my Lord" Thoma says as he rushes to your side to help you and escort you into the building. "Are you alright? What have I told you about always having an umbrella on hand. You are gonna catch a cold, I didn't think I'd have to babysit you" He says jokingly but soon caught on to your sour mood. "Y/n are you ok? Have I done something wrong?" He asked stopping in his tracks to look at you for the first time in what felt like forever.
"I don't know Thoma, you tell me. I know you love me, but as of recent, it takes a lot for me to convince myself that I'm not the only one in this relationship" You say before you stop walking. "I know you are busy but I expected you to at least try to meet up with our arrangements," You say again searching his eyes for an answer. His green eyes show constant flashes of regret as he tenses a bit. "Our date ..." He says as he pauses trying to recall the smallest details. In a matter of seconds, Thoma's face forged into one of realization. "I'm sorry! It skipped my mind, I have been helping Lumine with a few things adding to my already hectic job. So I'm.." He says but you cut him off. "Lumine? The traveler?" You asked trying to remain calm. "Yes, I've been helping her with a few things since after the vision hunt decree. So most of my free time I've been spending helping her and paimon. I would have told you but I..." He says but stops as he thinks of what to say next. At this point, you were done. You turn to Thoma and you walk towards the direction you came. A hand grabs your wrist lightly making you turn around. Thoma looked worried as he looked at your face as he spewed out apologies as he sensed your growing anger. "I understand that I'm not your priority" You say as you yank your hand away and watch Thoma break almost instantly. "When you realize that I'm the one you are with, you are welcome to come to see me," You say before you run out of the building Ignoring the worried yells from Ayato and making a B line to the Grand Narukami Shrine. Thoma could only stand in silence as he let a single tear fall remaining silent despite Ayaka's worried calls. But you were his priority and always would be, no matter how busy he would be.
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thecomposedsimp · 2 years
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I'm Not Mad
Characters: Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani
Word Count: Between 2.3 K and 2.4 K
Warnings: mentions of cheating, fluff other than that really
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I'm not even mad anymore Oh, really i ain't even mad anymore Yeah i don't even want you back anymore I don't remember what we had anymore, yeah
I hope your back aches and your knees hurt I hope you think about me sleeping in your t-shirt I hope your little brother turns out to be nothing like you I hope that you hurt more than i do
“I don’t understand how after everything that happened; you’re not wishing the worst possible fate for that low life.” You let your (e/c) eyes peer over your coffee cup at your best friend.
“Because I’m being the bigger person Emma.” Or that’s what you were telling yourself. You were right? The bigger person. Wincing slightly as the coffee burned going down your throat and thru your chest. “Besides,” you paused choosing your next words carefully because there are ears and eyes everywhere and it was no secret to the people of the Roppongi area who you are, “Why waste my life wishing ill upon Ran Haitani when he brings enough misfortune to himself?”
“I guess you have a point there.” You laughed softly watching her let out of a huff of air to blow her long blonde hair out of her face.
You sat back against the booth and let your eyes drift over to the window watching the faces of the people that passed by you used to be one of them. Clueless to the darker side of the world and only worrying about small mundane issues. That was before you went to a club 4 years ago, before you let violet eyes and a voice that dripped like honey convince you to dance with him, before things were good until they weren’t, before Ran Haitani ruined your whole fucking life.
Meanwhile on the other side of the city
Ran could feel the pain blossoming in his jaw from grinding his teeth as hard as he was. How he hadn’t cracked a tooth yet was a mystery to himself. He groaned and ran his hands thru his slicked back lavender and black streaked hair feeling the exhaustion finally hitting him.
He fucked up. He knew that. It wasn’t letting himself get close to you that he fucked up on, it was pushing you away like he did. It had been months since the last time he saw you, but the image of your face was burned into his brain. Your eyes were blank, void of any emotion. You didn’t scream, you didn’t cry, you didn’t yell, when he had walked into your shared apartment he was greeted with a couple of bags and boxes sitting next to the door while you sat on the couch.
You had your legs tucked underneath yourself reading a book, half drank glass of wine on the side table next to you. The reason your calm demeanor scared him is because sitting on the opposite end of the couch was RIndou with a slender blonde female. The same one that had been underneath Ran the previous week. In your home at that. In your shared bed.
You had been sent out with RIndou and Kakucho by Mikey to tie up some loose ends on a business deal, Mikey had been keeping you busier than usual and in a moment of self-pity at the club Ran had made a miscalculated move. One that was now staring him in the face while your gaze shifted to the door letting your eyes lock with his. “Welcome home, well I guess I shouldn’t say home anymore.” Your (e/c) eyes never breaking contact as you sat the book down and took another drink of wine. “I got here and you had a visitor waiting, what was your name again hun?” He could feel his heart getting ready to beat out of his chest as sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
“H-Hana ma’am”
“Yes Hana here was waiting for you, when I asked who she was she spared no detail about how you knew each other.”
“Y/N-“
“I called Rin to come help you carry your things out, I’ll go thru the rest of the things in the apartment this week and have them picked up and dropped off at your office.” He fucked up. He beyond fucked up. He knew you were known for never wearing your emotions on your face, he knew you could turn off everything you were feeling without a second thought. That’s why he had been following you gathering intel before approaching you at the club that night. Mikey had been interest in making you part of Bonten and had sent Ran to recruit you. You turned out to me more ruthless than any of the men under Mikey once you had heard out what they were offering. Your lack of emotion was on par with the boss himself.
Until Ran and you would be alone. You’d let that guard down and show the most vulnerable parts of yourself to him. Things he would never get to experience again.
“That will be all,” you rose from the couch stretching out your limbs. “You can see yourself out”
And honestly i still wish you nothing but the best I know that you' re still self obsessed I hear the wicked get no rest But when you do i hope you'll dream of me
You know, you know am hoping Yeah, i hope you dream of me
“What information do we have as far as the police raid on the club last night?” Mikey’s eyes moved slowly to each of the faces sitting at the table waiting for an answer. “We know nothing was found that could be incriminating, thanks to the tip Koko has got we were able to clear out the backrooms and upper level. All they could manage to do was arrest some random club goers for being disorderly during the search but nothing that could be held against us.” You kept eye contact with Mikey as you spoke, seeing his shoulders visibly untense.
“I had everything taken down to the docks and hidden among some shipping containers once Y/N and Sanzu got it all together.” You looked over at RIndou who was seated next to you as he spoke. Dependable as always. A trait his brother could learn from him. Not now, don’t be thinking of that now. You hadn’t spared Ran a glance in months unless you had to talk business with him or you were paired up with him for a job. The only positive that you could see him now was he didn’t let your personal lives interfere with work, which was good because you knew you could both pay dearly if your personal affairs affected business.
“I already have a clean up crew working on getting the club back in functioning order, but we should probably play it safe for a little while and not put anything from the docks back in there.” At this statement Sanzu looked at you with a grin so wide his face looked like it could split. “Our girl, taking care of business as always!” You had to repeat to yourself not to scoff at his stupidity, this had been an ongoing thing once they all realized Ran and you had separated. They took their turns trying to get a reaction out of him.
“It’s called being a professional Sanzu, you should try it some time.” You felt yourself tense as Ran spoke.
“You should try the same thing yourself Haitani, even In your personal life.” This jab came from Kakucho who was sucking on his teeth keeping his heterochromia eyes locked on Ran’s face. Instead of firing back at him Ran just nodded in agreement.
Odd. Your thoughts were interrupted by the warmth of a hand on your knee, you looked at RIndou who was looking back at you, his expression unreadable. The only major thing that had come from the whole ordeal with Ran was RIndou and him were not on speaking terms outside of work. While with Ran you had become close with RIndou and when you had called him that night crying in the bathroom of your apartment after meeting Hana only being able to get Ran’s name out Rindou had known his brother hurt you. You don’t know what words were exchanged between the two but the next day Ran had came into the office with a black eye and busted lip followed by Rindou with boxes to move into his own office.
If there was anything you would bet your life on it was that RIndou would never turn out to be like Ran in terms of how he treats his partner.
I don't even hope you die these days I hope you leave ' til 85 these days Regretting that you' d ever lie these days I hope its eating you alive these days Yeah, i hope you' re ugly in the bathroom Just wishing imma change my mind and come back soon I hope that when you're thirty five years You wish that you tried to 'cause i'd know that i do
“So are you still trying to tell yourself you’re the bigger person?” Emma’s eyes were studying the hickey adorning the base of your throat. Like a necklace. She couldn’t keep her smirk hidden though because she was happy for you. Maybe you didn’t make the best choice of who to move on with, but you were happy and that’s all she cared about.
“I’m definitely not but I still don’t wish anything bad to happen to Ran” Had you been sitting on the couch in the living room with her having this conversation a year ago you would’ve probably broke down. This was Emma, you had no secrets from her. This wasn’t then though. This was now.
“The only bad thing that could happen to him at this point is death and he’d probably find that as a blessing given the circumstances” She was right, you knew that. Both of your gazes moved to the door at the sound of a key unlocking it before a head poked around the corner.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything” RIndou’s gravely voice spoke as his lavender eyes locked onto the two of you. “I was just about to leave actually! Draken is home with the baby and I’m worried I will be walking into a meltdown with how long they’ve been alone.” Emma smiled softly at Rindou before getting up and kissing you on the cheek before leaving to head back home. “Goodnight you two!” With that she was gone, the front door being shut quietly behind her.
RIndou made his way over to the couch to sit next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap and letting his head fall to your shoulder placing soft kisses along your jaw. Melting into him you let your arms snake around his shoulders and ran your fingers thru his hair softly. No you definitely weren’t the bigger person, anyone on the outside would probably accuse you of being lower than Ran.
You weren’t sure what the turning point was….okay that was a lie. Rindou and you had been almost inseparable since that night over a year ago. You two had already been close when you were with Ran but nothing romantic, you had never even looked at him in that way but during the process after everything though it just happened.
You had your legs stretched across Rin’s lap while both of your eyes were watching the movie playing on the screen. Half-eaten food left on the coffee table along with half-drank glasses of whiskey. You could feel the goosebumps rising along your skin as Rin absentmindedly let his fingertips dance up and down along your shin.
This had become routine since you kicked Ran out, they were back on speaking terms now and you knew RIndou had told him where he was disappearing to most night now that they were living together again. How that conversation went fully you have no idea, all you did know was Ran had told RIndou that he was glad you weren’t alone and that if anything were to ever happen, he wouldn’t blame Rin or you. If it weren’t for him doing what he did you two never would’ve become so comfortable with each other. He knew you would be taken care of with Rin and that’s all he could hope for after he realized you weren’t going to give him another chance. He had accepted that, and he didn’t want to cause you more pain than he already had.
“What’s on your mind?” You turned to look at Rin, his eyes flashing worry for a moment. Neither of you had crossed a line beyond comfortability at this point, you didn’t know how. Until now.
“Y/N-“
“You.” The word came out so low it was like a whisper leaving your lips, but he heard it. Clear as day. He heard what you said. You could see the scenarios playing in his eyes at that, without a second thought you sat up and moved so you were now straddling his hips. Nose to nose you could feel his breath lightly ghosting over your lips from the proximity. His hands settled on your hips, his hold firm but gentle all at once, like he was making sure you were real, That you were really in front of him. “Say it again”
“You.” One of his arms wrapped around your lower back pulling you flush against him while his free hand moved to cradle the back of your head pulling you into a kiss. This was different, this was warm, this was safe, there was no room for doubt about what he was feeling with the way his lips slotted against yours perfectly. No room for intrusive thoughts as your lips and his moved in sync, like you had kissed each other your whole lives. Like there was only you and him.
Maybe Ran Haitani hadn’t ruined your life. Maybe he helped set it on the right path and you wished him nothing but the best for that.
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growingpains876 · 2 years
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Jared and Max
Part 5: Max
Max wished he could stop feeling guilty. This was never supposed to happen. Jared wasn’t meant to…
It started 5 weeks ago.
Max liked bigger guys. He discovered this as he watched his high school football teammates who hadn’t made any college teams slowly put on weight as they became less active and busier with school or work. This got him searching for like minded individuals, and he quickly found all of the gainer websites. He couldn’t believe how many people that were out there who were just like him. He thought he was probably an encourager, but the idea of gaining also intrigued him.
One day, as he surfed his usual sites a peculiar ad popped up on his laptop. It was for a drug called MAX 3.0. It claimed it would increase a person appetite, and testosterone, helping them gain weight and muscle faster, as well as other things. Which was a little vague, but didn’t stop Max’s curiosity from being peeked.
He knew he would most certainly get a virus if he clicked on the link, but the ad was so specific. It played into every single one of his fantasies as an encourager and more. Before he knew it, he had placed an order for three of the magic pills. It had cost $150 dollars per pill. It was money he didn’t have to be honest. “I guess I’ll just have to find a Summer job.” He mumbled as he clicked the purchase button.
Now he barely had enough money for food for the rest of the semester. He instantly regretted his decision. Then the day came, and he got a package in the mail. It was the MAX 3.0! It came! It was real! Well, at least they sent him sugar pills or something.
He was impressed with the wrapping though, he went over to the couch to open the package. The MAX 3.0 had come in a small metal box. The inside of the box was wrapped in red felt, like a jewelry box, and the three pills thatwere beautifully displayed. They had a certain air about them, almost as if they were glowing. Maybe they were real. He really hoped so. Reading the instructions he saw that he was supposed to mix them with water. He promptly took a pill and plopped it into his water bottle. Just then Jared came home from class.
“Hey Max! You ready to go to the gym?” Startled, Max hid the box of pills under a pillow on the couch.
“Jared! You’re back early!”
“Yeah, I skipped my last class of the day. I need sometime to look over my lines tonight.” Jared was so nervous about his first professional gig to play Romeo. It was sort of cute to see him work so hard on it ever since he got the job a week ago.
“Oh, right. Yeah, I can go to the gym now!”
“Perfect! I just need to change, and then let’s go.” Jared and Max made eye contact. Max had always found Jared a little attractive. Who wouldn’t? He was one of the most objectively attractive people Max had ever seen. He had always been just casually interested, but knowing that Jared would almost certainly maintain his gym rat status for the rest of his life turned Max off a little. The guy was dedicated to staying fit.
“Hey Max, do me a favor and mix my pre-workout?”
“Sure, no problem.” With Jared out of the room, Max had time to put the pills in a safe spot. He opened the cupboard where he kept his junk food. Jared never looks in here, he thought, as he tucked the box of pills behind a bag of chips. Then he started to pull out the pre workout for Jared, and mixing it for him.
“Thanks for making the pre work out for me. You ready to go?” Jared asked, walking into the kitchen. In his hand was the water bottle Max had put the pill into, and it was already half empty. Jared was bringing it up to his lips again, and Max was going to stop him, but what was he going to say? Stop, I put a drug that is probably not FDA certified in there? That would not go well. Max froze up, and watched almost in slow motion as Jared brought the water bottle to his lips and quickly gulped down the rest.
“Uh, Max? You good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m just mixing some up for myself now.” Max hoped he didn’t sound too obviously nervous.
“Okay, I was just asking.
That was the moment Max vowed to never tell him.
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That all felt so long ago. Max had since tried to convince himself that the pills were fake. But then, Jared had relaxed a bit at the gym and put on a little weight, which excited Max to no end. Jared had told Max himself that he was trying to enjoy his last semester by hanging out with friends, which often led to partying, drinking, and eating out, so of course he would put on a little weight, that was natural. But Max couldn’t get the pill out of his mind. Every time Jared ate more than usual Max would be reminded of what he had done, when he saw Jared for the first time shirtless in weeks and his six pack had disappeared behind a thin layer of fat, Max had to go to the bathroom to jerk off, and when Jared’s belly began to be noticeable through some of his t-shirts heavy guilt began to settle in.
The deed weighed on him, and only got worse after Jared had left. In Max’s mind there was only one way to settle this once and for all. He would just have to take the pill himself to prove that it was fake. He popped it in and swallowed. “I feel better already.” And he went off to his new job at Pizza universe.
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Max hadn’t realized how excited he was to start working at Pizza Universe. One of his friends, Julie, had helped him get the job, and if nothing else they would have a good time when they worked the same shift. Besides that, getting free pizza wasn’t a huge downside either. Maybe he was just hungry, but pizza sounded really good right now.
“Welcome to…” Julie stopped mid sentence, “Max!”
“Hey! You gonna show me the ropes on your first day?”
“That’s right! and we’re super under staffed so I’m glad your here.”
Julie wasted no time, she gave Max his work uniform, a black polo that fit him well, clinging to his impressive chest and thick arms, and immediately starting to train Max on everything he needed to know. It was a lot. He hadn’t realized there would be so much to learn. He had a 5 hour shift that day, and towards the end he was beginning to feel starved. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hungry, but it had been a stressful day, and smelling and seeing the steaming pizza didn’t help either. Max didn’t realize it, but he had stopped moving and was staring at the pizza he was packing up.
“Don’t drool on the pizza.”
Max broke out of his stupor. He laughed, “Sorry, I’m just starving. I think I need to eat something soon.”
“No worries, there is one part of training that almost everyone enjoys.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, pizza tasting. Every employee has to try each pizza on the menu at least once, so at the end of the day, we make one pizza just for us to try.” It was music to Max’s ears.
“Thank God, because I don’t think I could go on much longer.”
“Actually, you can have that pizza, I think you drooled on it anyway. I’ll finish up closing and you go eat, the first day is hard I know.”
Max wasn’t going to argue, even though he was pretty sure he hadn’t drooled on it, probably. The pizza was just a plain cheese pizza, but it was fresh, and Pizza Universe used high quality ingredients. He eagerly took a bite. It was amazing! He swore he’d never eaten anything this good in his life. It was the perfect pizza. The crust light and flakey, the sauce fresh and full of flavor, and it had a generous helping of cheese on top. He quickly finished the slice.
“This is amazing!”
“I liked it at first too, but you’ll get tired of it. After your third week of eating pizza everyday, you’ll want to eat anything but pizza.”
“We’ll see about that. Can I get a drink?”
“Of course, working here would be unbearable if we didn’t at least have a few perks.”
Max got a large root beer. It was a crime to eat pizza without a soda.
He surprised himself by nearly finishing the pizza. There were only two slices left by the time he had his fill.
“Wow, you were hungry.” Julie said as she wiped off a table near Max. Max patted his stomach.
“I feel so good! Is this heaven? Did you put something in this?” Julie laughed.
“Just sauce and cheese. But you better be careful, if you do that everyday your uniform won’t last long.”
Max thought that didn’t sound too bad actually.
“What do we do with the left over pizza at the end of the day?”
“We usually throw it out. You can take it home though. There’s no rule against it. When I started I took every pizza home. In a week my fridge was completely full, and I ended up needing to throw it out anyway.” Max thought it was a shame to waste perfectly good pizza.
“I’m trying to save up for a trip actually. So I wouldn’t mind the free food.”
“Help yourself, those are just going in the trash any way.” There were 3 partial pizzas still in the display case, totaling about two pizzas all together. He was going to save so much money.
When Max got home, he was already starting to feel munchy again, and finished the last two slices of his cheese pizza. It was a big eating day for him. He had a big appetite, but usually he ate pretty lean meals. He stomach felt tight. He might have over done it, but he regretted nothing. He had thoroughly enjoyed every bite. He took his clothes off and laid on the couch. There was one good thing from Jared being gone, he could wear his birthday suit around the house as much as he wanted.
He flopped on the couch and his 7’’ erect dick slapped against his stomach. The tightness of his stomach was arousing him. He began to jack off rubbing his bloated belly. He was going to like this job.
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To Max’s dismay, his round stomach from the night before had completely disappeared the next morning . His bloat had gone down, and he was left with the same old mostly flat stomach he’d always had. Since high school he had been thick with muscle, but also a fair helping of fat which made his muscles look even more big and juicy. His pecs were huge and pillowy, his back flared out, giving him a v shape despite carrying a little extra weight on his midsection, making his abs visible only when he flexed.
Max started the next day with a hearty breakfast of cold pizza, which he enjoyed just as much if not more than the pizza he’d had the day before. He didn’t have anything until work at 4. So he went to the gym. He felt stronger than he had in a while. Must have been all those carbs he’d had that morning. The workout made him hungry though so before he left for work he finished off another round of pizza. His pizza stash was already looking low. Only four slices left.
That meant he’d had twelve slices already. That was a pizza and a half. He shouldn’t have been able to put away that much pizza without feeling completely stuffed and sluggish. He was normally a 3-4 slices of pizza kind of guy. Six was a lot for him to casually finish, and if he was honest with himself, he could eat more. It was time for work though. What kind of pizza would he have today, he wondered. He grabbed his keys, which were right next to the MAX 3.0.
All this couldn’t be a coincidence. MAX 3.0 must have been doing this to him. It had all felt so subtle that he hadn’t even realized it. He had occasionally day dreamed of being a gainer himself, but making other people grow had always been his preference. Now he wasn’t sure. Getting bigger really appealed to him at this moment.
The shift in perspective must have been because of the pill. Maybe because he was already somewhat interested in gaining himself the drug took effect much faster. Jared was a total fitness nut, if the MAX 3.0 had made him want to start gaining weight over night, maybe his mind would have rejected it. Max was shocked. He wasn’t sure if he ever would have noticed a change if he’d been given the pill without him knowing. That gave him a demented comfort that maybe Jared wouldn’t have realized something strange was happening either.
Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax
Part 2: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690507567697412096/growing-pains-jaredmax
Part 3: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690977868213354496/jaredmax
Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/691266302474600448/jared-max
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as a response to this ask: https://revasserium.tumblr.com/post/729580466551799808/but-in-the-meantime-i-love-love-love-childhood
(omg sorry this is so messy ahahah)
i get what you mean about reading being one of the biggest inspirations for writing. whenever i'm in a writing slump, i just pull out a fanfic or a book and i'll suddenly feel the urge to write again XD
and our planning process is surprisingly rather similar? i still like planning bc i like to be specific for foreshadowing and symbolism, but i agree that the story is sometimes... a thing of its own. i'll plan for things to be this way and while writing it just gets snatched out of my hands to become it's own things. it's struggle for me i suppose there's a lot of back and forth: i like my plans, but i can't deny that the story just wants to go elsewhere.
i also normally always start at the start of the story! just like you, i have the words play out in my head word for word, but i normally don't pen down these thoughts because i feel they're not refined. i will repeat them though, and when i sit down i use them as reference or a guide on the angle of my story. it's really nice to compare and see similarities in writing processes! i guess the charm of your work is the story's flow, and that is from how you write unrestrained by a plan. i like that style! >:3c
-- @anonymilk
in response to this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/revasserium/732542620437463040/how-have-you-been-anonymilk i’m doing fine!! i have gotten busier because of work. the most festive the holiday season, the more work for me :/ hahaha. but it’s been good!! although i might not have lots of energy to keep track of replies and reply myself, i do enjoy seeing u on my dash uwu this is soooo overdue, but how was your travels? did you mention where you went? are u comfortable sharing? i would love to travel… but it costs a lot too so :’) gotta work more first ahahahh. — @anonymilk !
cutting for length! :)
i wish i could still write like i used to -- and a part of me thinks i can, bc if i rly tried to force myself, i could just pick a rando prompt and like... write it. but the thing is -- i've got so little mental energy left after most days at work that i can barely work on the fics i DO wanna write u know?
and it's strange bc for the first time in my life, i feel my work literally impeding upon the things i like to do to a degree that im like ??? bruh wut.
not to the point where i'm tryna quit, bc like work pays, and it pays decently well, and for all i complain about it, i actually do love what i do u__u and that's rare enough as it is. but yeah, i really do wish it weren't so mentally taxing so i could have a bit more energy to write.
but yes! :) it's always nice to find someone who has a similar-ish writing process!!! to be like yEAH OMG!!! I DO THAT TOO! :D
now!! for the travel q!! i went to australia and new zealand, about a week in each, and it was so, so lovely!!!! it was so breathtakingly beautiful -- like truly, i didn't know the sky could be that blue or the water could be that clear.
and the wedding that we went to attend was beautiful -- there was drama (bc isn't there always) but it was nothing compared to all the good things that happened :). i was just so fucking tired after i got back LOL i needed vacay from my vacay ukno????
next year, i promised myself that i would travel more for myself, bc this year, i ended up traveling for a bunch of different weddings and engagements, and not !!! that i don't love that and am super happy for my friends!!! but like. it's different traveling for JUST urself vs traveling for someone else's wedding/engagement, ykno? so yeah u__u i think im gonna plan a trip to italy w/ my bf, and maybe one to japan with my mom :D we'll see!!!!
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Have you ever seen a fox in person? I have not.
Would you say you have a quiet mind or do you have a lot of thoughts? I dunno how to answer this...I feel like it’s always either one or the other. My mind can definitely race, but I can zone out quite often, too. I guess it depends on my disposition for the day. Heavier anxiety = busier thoughts.
When did you last do something brave? Earlier, I guess? I’m in Malaysia right now and I tried to venture out earlier all alone beyond the mall that we’ve been visiting the past two days...and doing that felt pretty brave. I circled back though once I realized there was nothing to discover anyway.
Have you ever seen a magician? Well, yes. Idk about other cultures but booking magicians is common in children’s birthday parties here, so I’ve seen my fair share of them.
What's something you remember from your childhood that you wish you could experience again? Falling asleep on any non-bed surface and being carried to your actual bed.
Do you believe in karma? Why or why not? I mean I don’t have a strong, spiritual dependency on it, but it’s always nice when people get their ass bitten back after they’ve been a horrible person.
Do you have a tiktok account? I do, but I rarely go on TikTok. Too Gen Z for my taste and I only keep the app for work purposes.
Do you prefer the scent or color of lavender? Scent.
Would you rather live in a castle or a cottage? I would pick the castle. I feel like previous versions of me would prefer the quietness of a cottage, but at this point in my life I feel like the silence would drive me crazy within the days.
What type of music do you listen to the least and why? Country and techno, if anything. They’re just not my type of music, especially country.
When did you last visit a library? I’m not sure. I was definitely in school, and it was before the pandemic...so anywhere around 2019 to super early 2020.
What's one of your favorite memories from staying up late? When I was active in the wrestling fandom 10 years ago, EVERYBOdy else was either from the US or UK; this meant I was the one who had to adjust for the most part to be able to keep up with the community and with news. That also meant stocking up and chugging cups of coffee from 10-11 PM to be able to be awake for my friends through the night...it was always worth it though. I was able to find an amazing group of friends at the time who waited til I got home from school (the same way I’d stay up for them) until the wrestlers that we stanned resigned/left WWE and we all kind of grew apart from there.
Have or would you ever wear a necklace with someone's initial on it? I don’t think I have, but it’s something I’m willing to do. Initials to me aren’t as bad as, like, a full name or self-portrait.
What last made you laugh out loud? I’m watching Run BTS while taking this.
Do you usually keep water by your bedside at night? I used to, but I grew out of the habit.
What's an interesting fact about yourself? I have not seen most Disney movies. Like I’m pretty sure the entirety of my Disney watch history has only been Pixar films; most else I haven’t seen.
What did you last heat up in a microwave? Some cheesy chicken dish my dad made a couple of weeks ago.
Would you consider yourself lucky? In very few aspects. It’s rarely a word I would use to describe my experiences. What kind of pizza did you eat last? The iconic cheese pizza from Habanero, which was worth every single hype post I ever saw talk about it. I still dream about that damned pizza to this day.
What kind of shampoo do you use? I use Dove usually, but currently I have a Palmolive bottle just because they have a BT21 collaboration and I wanted to try it hahahaha.
How many blue objects are in the room you're in? My luggage is blue.
Would you rather visit an art museum or an aquarium? Museum.
Do you prefer sweeter cereal over unsweetened? Sweeter.
If you could build a 5 artist/band lineup to your dream music festival.. which ones would you choose? BTS, Twice, Seventeen, Lee Youngji, Epik High. What's a habit you have broken or are currently trying to break? I’ve been trying not to stay up until 2-3 AM before a workday.
Have you ever volunteered at an animal shelter? I haven’t but that’s been on my mind for years now. I’ve just been too busy... :( Is there anything currently bothering you? Yeah...I’ve been on leave for like virtually two weeks now, and the amount of workload I’ve been leaving behind is stressful. This is on top of the fact that I have a new associate under me who’s been pretty clueless about what to do, so I’ve had to take portions of my leave to walk her hand through certain tasks; and then there’s also the anxiety of not being sure if she’s able to do the job right. Idk. It sucks. I’m in a sucky place mental-wise. I am extremely grateful for this leave and the two vacations I have taken (my first in seven years), but I also can’t wait for it to be OVER so I can finally be back on track and get rid of that exhausting catching-up feeling. How many stuffed animals do you have on your bed? Do the BT21 ones count as stuffed animals? I’ve got two - one Tata, one Koya.
How much is too much to spend on a pair of shoes? I would probably stop at anywhere over ₱30,000.
What's the strangest thing that you've ever seen someone collect? There are stranger collections I’m sure, but my mom likes to collect tissue papers from different establishments. They’re all unused ok so she’s not gross HAHA, but I think it’s both unique and endearing that she keeps a stash of tissues from like McDonald’s and Jollibee and Shakey’s and where-fucking-ever in the car.
Have you recently been to a concert? ARE YOU KIDDING. I went to see AGUST FUCKING D last Sunday in Bangkok. Bit of a nosebleed seat, but I COULD NOT CARE LESS. I was with Yoongi that night; and it was the one promise I made myself when I decided not to go the unaliving route when I discovered BTS two years ago. I sang and screamed and cheered like my life depended on it and between you and me I still feel like floating on air; I can’t believe my friends and I managed to make it happen.
Who did you last have a phone conversation with? Idk I don’t talk on the phone a lot.
What's the most dominant personality trait you have? I am sensitive.
Do you ever watch sports? Eh, just wrestling.
What's had the biggest impact on your day? The dude who hit on me while I was sitting at the park. That was a nice ego boost because nobody ever approaches me back in the Philippines LOL, but I wish it didn’t happen while I genuinely wanted to be alone. We don’t have any parks in the Philippines so I was Actually savoring my time there, so to that guy I shot down in record time, I’m sorry. Thank you for being nice about it though.
What's your least favorite cheese? I don’t think I’ve ever found a least favorite cheese. What did you last have as a snack? Some 7-Eleven sushi.
What's your favorite decoration in your place of residence? It’s more than just decoration, but seeing Kimi’s memorial box in the living room makes me smile every single day. I like that we have a way to keep him around.
Would you rather read a book or watch a movie? I’d pick the movie mostly because I am a lot pickier with books.
What's your plans for the upcoming week? Finish out my vacation here in Malaysia, then catch up on work starting Wednesday.
When did you last feel rushed? Last Sunday, after the concert. Bangkok concert culture is a bit different from Manila’s and security will clear out the inside and outside of the arena *as soon* as the artist walks off, so after Yoongi left the stage everything was pretty much a blur. We were being asked to leave every 10 seconds even though we were clearly rushing out, lol.
What was the last thing to scare you? I felt like some guy was following me earlier back at the mall, so I felt off and walked as briskly as I can.
Have you drank enough water today? Eh, probably not.
What's your top 3 favorite fruits? Avocado, and that’s it really.
What season do you think is the most comfortable? Neither.
What lie do you say the most? That I’m doing fine. It’s also the safest lie to go with so it’s whatever.
What website do you frequent often besides Bzoink? Twitter, YouTube, Facebook.
Do you have anything due soon? Nopes.
What did you last consume that you thought was nasty? I haven’t had anything bad in a while, actually!
What's a song you feel describes your mood most right now? Hectic by RM and Colde.
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raspberryconverse · 11 months
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*sigh*
You probably don't want to listen to me ramble about today's mental health struggles, but in case you do...
So I finally came clean with my psychiatric NP about how miserable I've been (hair trigger temper that leads to full on sobbing fits and self harm thoughts) and had 2 weeks of blood pressure readings and she decided to taper me off a medication I've been on for literally 15 years. I've mention some of these things, but not exactly how bad it's been. This medication can raise blood pressure and heart rate (my resting heart rate is around 100, which freaks out just about any healthcare worker who takes my vitals), so it's probably a good idea to just go for it. She also wants to add a medication I took when I was in middle school (so we're talking almost 25 years ago), which I'm not thrilled about, but who knows. Maybe it'll help. Maybe it won't. Maybe it'll make it worse. We'll see, I guess.
She also wants me to try to shift my sleep schedule, but I really don't care to do that, so I don't think I will. Stubborn Coley is coming out when we talk about it next time.
It's just been really bad lately.
When I was out running errands this afternoon, I made a left turn onto a busier street where it's hard to see traffic coming from the left because of the parked cars and I almost got hit. We both swerved enough to miss each other, but god, what if we hadn't? My mind legit jumped to "I kinda wish he would have hit me." And that shit's really fucking scary.
Before I go any further, I have to explain that I really don't have suicidal thoughts because I'm an atheist and believe that when you die, that's it, and thinking about dying frightens me in a phobic way. Self harm, yes. Way too much lately, TBH. But definitely not suicide. So that thought popping into my head is really fucking scary and that's how I know something's really really wrong with me right now.
I also had therapy yesterday, so that wasn't fun. I talked about how I feel like I'm self sabotaging. Like I'm see how far I can push my spouse with my behavior. My therapist says that usually when people do that, they actually want out. IDK if that's really why I do it. If anything, it's that I think I don't deserve what I have, so I try to see how far I can push it so I can get what I actually deserve, which is clearly not someone who puts up with me as much as my spouse does. Nobody should really put up with me, but for some reason, they do.
And don't get me wrong: I reminisce a lot about the past. I can think of one ex in particular who I think about a lot. I know we weren't meant to be and I've seen recent photos of him and he did not age well. I mean, maybe I would have been ok with that if we had ended up together because it obviously doesn't happen all at once, but yeah. I still think about the random person who commented when I started writing in my LJ again last year and how they told me they read my blog way back when (and were a friend of a friend of another ex) and they said they were always "Team Rob" (I'll use his first name because it's a fairly generic name). I have such rose colored glasses about that time in my life. I have such fondness for how I felt then. But he knew his family would not approve of him marrying me and he made the right decision to dump me for grad school. But god, what if?
This is getting rambly. I just took my bedtime meds, and not the tapering dose I was supposed to start because I'm still a little scared. I don't want to feel this way, but I also don't know if I actually don't want to feel this way. It's strangely comfortable, in a
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As much as I hated therapy yesterday, I can't wait until my next session on Wednesday.
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affcgato-archived · 1 year
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Alec. ( @courtofmuses, moved from here. )
Now that Alec was here, he was second guessing his choice. The Institute around him didn’t seem to be the most structurally sound, and he wondered why it felt so...abandoned. His thoughts were brought to the present when Anna took his hand, gripping it firmly. He offered her a small smile. “Thank you,” he said politely. “It actually came to my attention that there isn’t much communication between your Institute and my own. I figured now is as good a time as any since I’ve recently become Head of the New York Institute. The better relations are between Institutes, the better.” At least he thought so. Honestly, Alec was going off the cuff here. 
Alec couldn’t help but look around the Institute he was currently in. He wasn’t sure if the aesthetic was purposeful or not. A cold draft swept through and Alec had to suppress a shiver. It was going to be a long week. 
Small talk was not Alec’s forte, and suddenly he wished he’d have brought Magnus with him. The warlock was charming all around and could probably smooth out the awkward moments without much effort. But this was Alec’s job now and he couldn’t rely on his boyfriend to do it for him. “What’s the demon activity like in Cluj?” he asked. That was common enough ground for conversation. He hoped.
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the Institut was definitely far older than the likes of its London or New York counterparts, but the wardings were strong, & the masonry had help up centuries longer than the others' oldest foundations. she'll hold steady long after her inhabitants have gone. she has to admire his bold strike to reach out, & it's true - she's grown insular in her old age; communications have suffered accordingly. ' felicitări on your recent promotion, ' she offers, finally dropping his hand in favor of gesturing for him to follow.
' and apologies for the state of things, we're a large institute in structure only. many centuries ago, we would have filled these halls. now, it's a struggle to fill the duty roster. ' something he would no doubt be familiar with. New York might be busiest than most, but without the cup for so long, their numbers had dwindled. she had already written to the Clave to ask that some of the newest Academy graduates be assigned to her for training but also to help these halls shine like they had used to. there were many other Institutes with the same need, so only time would tell if her request would be answered.
she's grateful that he seems less inclined towards tedious pleasantries, getting right to heart of things. perhaps a part of why he had be given leadership, she has to think. ' now? no higher than most others - however we still see elevated vampire activity. no busier, no more dangerous. the Muzeul de Vampiri here in the Institute would probably give you a more picturesque explanation later, if you're curious. ' she takes him down a corridor & the air starts to get warmer. here, the hallways are lit up with witchlight but the winds from the outside can't sneak in. it might be darker than expected, but it was no longer as drafty. her intent is to show him quarters fit for him to stay for the week, as well as the library for any resources he might not have in his own Institute, the kitchens, and their training rooms and weapons vault.
' tell me about New York - I cannot leave my post, so I live vicariously through my visitors and reports. '
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boebluewrites555 · 2 years
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From dusk till Dawn chapter eight.
A/N - Hey Xenites. Sorry for the later update again things have been crazy trying to organise everything for me and my wifey for lifey’s new home. We are so excited to be getting our first place together! I really wanna keep this fic going as I think it has potential and I want to see where I take it. Let me know what you think, hopefully it’s still ok.
Xena had tried to listen patiently while Gabrielle had explained her story. She really had! But the more she found out about what her family had put her through, the more her blood boiled.
She had told Xena that when she was seventeen and still living with her sister at the time, her sisters partner had abused and raped her when her sister was not there, and when she had tried to tell her family, they had believed Lila’s partner over Gabrielle.
Xena wanted to hurt them. She wanted to hurt them because they had hurt Gabrielle. She wanted to go and scream at them and fight them, but at the look of fear in Gabrielles eyes when Xena hadn’t yet said anything, she tried to soften her expression.
“Gabrielle I’m so sorry about what you’ve been through. Your family have treated you terribly. I just want you to know that as long as you want me, I’ll always be here for you. Your not alone.”
Xena opened her arms as Gabrielle allowed herself to snuggle into them and be comforted.
“I won’t ever let something like that happen to you again.” She added.
Gabrielle wiped her eyes as she pulled away.
“Yeah… we’ll that’s part of the reason I learnt how to fight. I just can’t believe that Lila and mum are still making the whole thing out to be my fault though. I really wish they would just leave me alone.”
Xena nodded in understanding.
“You know, I could always go… ‘talk’ to them for you…” Gabrielle looked at her and shook her head.
“No, don’t it’s ok. I’d honestly rather just not think about it all.” Xena nodded.
“Well what do you say we watch a movie or something than, and maybe we could order take-out?” She asked.
Gabrielle agreed as they set themselves up in Xena’s small lounge room.
They choose to watch a superhero movie, Xena the whole time scoffing at the ‘so called moves’ the hero’s made, saying that they should have done it a different way, and Gabrielle laughing at her and agreeing as she explained exactly how they could have gone about it.
After a long night of movie marathon-ing, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms not even guessing what they would face in the weeks to come.
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It had been a few days since Gabrielle had seen Xena last. They had kept in touch over text and quick good-night phone calls before bed, but honestly, work had them both swamped at the moment. Gabrielle had been hosting back-to-back dance and karate classes ever since the school holidays began, it was definitely her busiest time at work and she could only imagine how much busier it would be for Xena, what with all the teenage parties she would surely be dealing with.
Don’t get her wrong, Gabrielle had always loved kids, in fact she wouldn’t mind having some of her own someday. But the exhaustion was beginning to get to her.
All she wanted right than was to take a few days off with Xena and relax somewhere, maybe visit a spa together or something. But the time and money for a holiday where something she simply didn’t have at the moment, and as much as she didn’t want to right now, she had to get her priorities in check.
Not that Xena wasn’t her number one priority… in fact at the moment Gabrielle couldn’t seam to get her off of her mind.
She had to get her head back in the game.
It was that evening, when she had been texting Xena from her studio, that Gabrielle had gotten a phone call from the person she least expected.
It was Drake Hawke. Lila’s partner.
How he had managed to get her number, Gabrielle will never know. But there he was, on the other end of the line.
“Gabrielle. Long time no see girl.” He said, his voice sending chills up Gabrielle’s spine and making her hair stand on end.
“Drake? How the hell did you get my number?!” She half yelled, half asked, her voice laced with a mixture of fury and dread. She hated how he could still affect her like this. But that wasn’t her fault, it was his. His and Lila’s, and even her own mothers.
“Never mind that. I was thinking we should finish where we left off last time we saw each other. Lila isn’t here you know. Maybe you should come over?”
Gabrielle felt her breathing pick up it’s pace as her head began to spin, making little spots appear in front of her.
“You dick. Don’t. You. Ever. Come. Near. Me. Again.” She said, her voice laced with the fury that she felt in every fibre of her being.
“Hmm… let me think about that. No. I think I’ll come near you as much as I want, in fact, I know where you live Gabrielle. Maybe I should stop by sometime soon.”
Gabrielle gasped as she drew her phone away from her face and quickly pressed the ‘end call’ button, but not before she heard his sickening laugh come from it.
She sat there for a moment, trying to fight the fear, but her body quacked and shook, her palms sweat, and she could feel the air she so desperately needed leaving her. ‘His coming.’ Was the last thing she thought before she felt darkness overtake her completely.
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so I got the grade back and I’m disappointed ngl but at least I did a little bit better than the first one but it still wasn’t what I wanted but it’s okay SKSKDK it’s one of those classes where no matter how hard I try I get everything wrong and then when I think I got something down and I’m able to do it,, I get a grade back that shows I do not know what I am doing. LMAO
ooh good luck!! ♡︎ I’m sure you’ve been doing well!
YAY!! I’m glad it’s been going well for you hopefully it’ll get easier as you keep trying to fix your sleep schedule
3D render? Ooh that’s so cool,, Sounds like they’re gonna look so amazing !! Glad you were able to fix everything,, I hope so too I’m sure it will ♡︎
YES celebratory song <3
thank you,, ily ♡︎♡︎♡︎ I’m sorry if my ask seems dry I tried so hard not seem sad but I guess I failed AKSKSKSK but at least I tried 😤 I’m cheering up
hello my sweet angel i hope you are feeling much better now ;; i'm so sorry for responding to this so late truly it's been such a busy week + even busier upcoming weeks.... ++ dpr is coming to toronto and i think i'm going to secretly go see him without my parents knowing (hehe) so that's been on my plate OTHER THAN MY MASSIVE FUCKED UP SLEEP SCHEDULE but we've been knew unfortunately...
i'm so sorry my love ): truly classes like that stress me out so much because i have such an irrational fear of disappointing myself to the point where it refrains me from even trying to begin with <- a little deep there woo woah calm down PAHAHAH... pls know that you're efforts are worth it... you're building resilience my love even if you aren't getting the direct results that you wished to have gotten ;;
the check-in interview went well ! my employer actually has been pretty satisfied with all the work i've done over the past couple weeks i've been working with him and it was just a nice reassurance he thinks i'm moving at an okay speed (": i'm so swamped with work right now... i have an assignment due this month along with cpr training i need to do for my program i'm apart of but !! soon enough, once friday hits i will have 6 days off from school (:<
the project overall is doing fine (": i fucking hate my teacher LOL whatever i tell her is an issue going on, she treats it base level until she realizes that i'm right and she has to then go back and correct it when she could've just listened to me to begin with BUT WHAT !! EVER !! her grading rubric makes zero sense too and she is unqualified to be teaching the subject but those are just my two angry cents i will chime in about the class <3 tldr; i feel like this project, although is very high quality and should deserve a high mark, will not get a high mark due to her lack of fucking knowledge on how to even create these sort of things <3
how's life been for you my love ;0 rlly hoping you feel better now that some time has passed ):
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Hello I would like to request fluffy jeonghan and reader on a big family holiday, is it okay..? The format is up to you. Thank you and have a nice week, I really love your writing ❤
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pairing: jeonghan x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: alcohol drinking word count: 1.2k
💌: hey! thank you so much for sending this request. i wasn’t really sure if this is how you wanted it to go, but i hope you like it! thank you so much for loving my writing as well! i hope you have a great week ahead anon! <3
Your family’s tradition is to always have a reunion every 1st of January. It wasn’t necessarily a tradition passed down from one generation to another, but you remember when you were around eleven or twelve years old, your aunts and uncles invited everyone to a simple lunch to welcome the new year only for it to become so extravagant with so much food that it lasted until dinner. 
That’s how it all started from your memory. It’s actually heartwarming that that one lunch invitation became a tradition that your family holds. It feels good to catch up and even reconcile over home made food paired with a little alcohol.
Eventually, your family got bigger with cousins getting married or having babies. Even your nieces and nephews bring their significant others, whether it be serious or not. Some are still in a relationship with their high school sweethearts while some have broken up. 
You have never brought anyone special yourself though. Of course, you dated. But the relationship didn’t last for the rest of the year until next year. Your family has asked every single year if  there is anyone you’re liking that they should look forward to and every time, your answer is a no or with a shrug of your shoulders. They would bring up names from time to time to pique up your interest, but that was about it. 
This year, however, is different. Your family decided to go on a three-day trip. You, together with your siblings and cousins, booked a cottage with a private pool. Most of the kids have grown up and they have been begging to go swimming despite the season. Well, regardless of age, everyone would want a dip. Plus, there’s nothing to worry about when there’s technology to warm up the freezing cold water.
This year, as well, you’re bringing Jeonghan along with you. 
“I have cousins who like to drink,” you warn while double checking his bag for extra socks. “But I know you’re a sailor, so I guess a warning doesn’t really matter.”
Jeonghan only giggles and wraps his arms around your waist, cheeks resting on your back. 
“Oh, the little kids love handsome men,” you say and chuckle. “They will climb you, so prepare yourself.”
“You’re in love with me so I guess that’s out of the question.” 
You can feel Jeonghan smirking against your back, making you roll your eyes. You jokingly elbow his stomach and he quickly flinches and laughs. 
“I’m excited to meet your family, love,” Jeonghan whispers in all sincerity and kisses your neck, sparking a homey warmth in you. 
You smile and turn your head to look at his face. He raises his eyebrows in question as he hugs you close to his chest again. You shake your head and press a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. That brings a smile on his face too before he has to let go and take the packing seriously. 
The next morning, you and Jeonghan were on the road. Your siblings have families of their own so they brought their own vehicles. Meanwhile you parents tagged along with your aunts and uncles in one van as they don’t like driving for long hours anymore. You’re sure one of your cousins sacrificed and designated themselves as their driver. The rest were either also in their own vehicles or grouped themselves to whomever they wanted to ride with. 
It took about three and a half hours to reach your destination. You managed to stay awake and accompany your boyfriend who’s driving all throughout. You give him a kiss as a thank you because you could have driven, but you’re sure you will drive his drunk butt on the way home. So, he takes the wheel on the first day.
However, settling down at the cottage itself took a while. The kids got so excited upon seeing the pool that they pestered their parents to immediately give them their swimsuits so they could finally dive into the water. Your aunts and uncles were shouting at each other (with good intentions) as they set up the food and drinks. 
You could only smile and hold Jeonghan’s hand tighter. You give him a glance and you can tell he’s amused, but happy. You tug him with you to the kitchen. It’s only right you introduce him now before everyone else gets busier. 
“Hey,” you greet and some look up from what they’re doing while some just acknowledge you with a nod. “This is Jeonghan, my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?!” One of your nieces suddenly screams and emerges from the door separating the kitchen and the dining area, making you and Jeonghan jump in surprise. “Y/N has a boyfriend!”
You weren’t honestly expecting the kids to be curious about Jeonghan, much less the word boyfriend. Yet here they are, confirming what you mentioned to your boyfriend earlier that they will indeed climb him. All he could manage to say to the people you’re introducing him to was a quick good morning before he got pulled away by the little children. 
The rest that were left behind in the kitchen could only laugh. You laugh along with them and take the seat beside your mother who’s currently preparing some ingredients. She gives you a small wink and you just shake your head.
“I must say Y/N, very handsome,” one of your aunts says while grinning at you. “How long have you been together?”
Your smile is beaming at the sound of the compliment. “Quite a while now.”
“He has a job, right?” Your uncle suddenly shouts from the garden outside which shocks you because you thought he wouldn’t hear. 
“Of course he has,” your father, who was talking with him, answers for you and that’s more than enough for him to close his mouth.
Your immediate family has met Jeonghan countless times before. He has celebrated birthdays and other several milestones with you so they are more than familiar with him already. Every person who wishes to introduce the love of their life to their family is surely nervous and you’re no different. At first, it was like that. But Jeonghan was perfect in every step of the way. By perfect you mean he made efforts to win your family’s heart by staying true to himself. 
Jeonghan perfectly proved his honest love for you.
So you weren’t really worried or bothered about this family reunion slash vacation. You can see with your two eyes that the kids love Jeonghan and so does the rest of the family as they shake his hand as he politely introduces himself.
Later in the quiet of the night where almost everyone is fast asleep, the two of you find comfort in the small porch outside the cottage. It’s a bit chilly, but nothing the two of you can’t handle. Jeonghan nestles his face to your chest and locks his arms around your waist. He’s a bit tipsy after drinking with your family, but he insists he’s not drunk. 
“We have two more days left here,” you whisper against the crown of his head. “Are you okay?”
“Hmmm,” Jeonghan hums, his hot breath fanning against your neck. “You bet I am.”
You chuckle and kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Jeonghan detaches himself from you and leans down to kiss your lips briefly, careful not to get caught by the family he’s trying to impress. You couldn’t return the kiss, but the feeling still made you close your eyes.
“I love you, “ Jeonghan whispers, enough to make blood rush to your face. “Thank you for introducing me to your family.”
You kiss his red and puffy lips before whispering against them, “I love you too.”
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saturnsummer · 3 years
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sunbae.
Sol meets into a familiar someone. This time, she’s not letting her chance pass again. 
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notes: prompted by @thenerdywriter ! taking place a few years after the gang has graduated and started their jobs. it’s been such a joy writing this! (editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me.) if anyone else has prompts, do ask them in the submission box and i’ll get to you when i can! 
thank you @thenerdywriter​ for this!! i thought of many scenarios, like them being famous prosecutors, or getting married. but i felt that this would be an interesting twist. i hope you like it! thank you for this opportunity! 
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Sol loves being a lawyer. Like, she really does.
Well, besides having to hustle in notes, write reports, follow her bosses to meetings where she just sits and listens, she loves it. 
After graduating with her grades just skimming the pass, she landed a job at a small law firm. She acts more like a secretary than a lawyer there, to be honest. But money is money. Her mother is getting older, and with Byeol expressing her interest in dancing, she couldn’t say no. 
Thus, she sucks it up and sends out other resumes. She still works part time on weekends at the book shop back in Hankuk University, so she guesses she’s managing well. She still lives in that dangerous alley, but it’s much safer now that she returns home every night. 
She tried to stay in contact with her study group. Jiho landed himself in a big law firm, and SolB (despite her mother’s wishes) is at another giant law firm. BokGi got picked up by a firm mostly doing human rights, and Yebeom is working at the company next to BokGi. (So much for besties.) Yeseul is at a small firm, doing mostly cases on women rights. 
Joon Hwi, on the other hand...
He was picked up by a law firm in the States. Immediately after graduation, he left for the States. Everyone stayed in contact, but with life catching up, weekly drinks slowed to a meeting every other month. Yeseul and Sol still meet fairly regularly, but Sol can’t help but to feel empty when she notices Joon Hwi is missing. 
Everyone feels it, but she feels it the most.
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Sol can’t deny her feelings. When she saw him in Professor Yang’s lecture as he picked up her highlighter and gave her a sweet smile, she felt time freeze. Later on, as they became study buddies, she couldn’t help but sneak glances to observe his face when he taught her. She would always hitch her breath whenever he would lean towards her, or tease her with that smirk.
She has always thought that he returned her feelings. The way he would walk her home some nights. How he would always send her a good morning and night text, and place cans of coffees on her table at the library. It didn’t take her long to realise that he stuck post its on her table in their third year every week. (His handwriting was too uniformed, and only he owned circular shaped ones.)
But on the day of Yeseul’s trial, Sol knew that Joon Hwi probably didn’t like her. That he wasn’t protecting her, but her roommate. Of course he would. He was offered to privately tutor her, and they were always top ranking students. She vaguely remembers international events where they both would represent Hankuk in conferences.
Sol didn’t mind it. She was never good enough for him anyways. On graduation, as they took photos and promised to keep in touch, Sol found her mouth dry when it came to Joon Hwi. She had no reason to. (After all, it was just Joon Hwi.) But she felt even more nervous than the time she took her exam.
She planned it out. She wrote a script and memorised it in her head. She wanted to let Joon Hwi know about how she felt, even if he didn’t feel the same. She wanted to thank him for being her friend, for being a support that she will always be grateful for. That wherever he goes, she will always support him in life.
But as they threw their caps in the air and took one last group photo, Joon Hwi slipped away, never to be seen in person again.
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Sol found out a week later about his job in the States. They kept in contact by messages and the occasional video calls with the group. But with the time difference, Joon Hwi started texting lesser. Sol was no less busier, managing Byeol and her mom’s age and slowly taking on her responsibilities as the breadwinner of the family.
She used to come home after work and sit outside at the wall, wondering if Joon Hwi could see her in the States at night from the security camera. She would put on her headphones and sit there, watching as people pass late at night. Sometimes, she would speak aloud, as if Joon Hwi could hear her through the camera.
Many days, she would sit outside with a bottle of soju and two cups. She would only drink from one, and the other would just be there as reminder of her good days, when she was a study and drunk regularly with her best confidante. She often ended those nights half-drunk, murmuring her troubles out loud. (As if Joon Hwi was there to listen.)
When Yebeom spilled the beans that Jiho and SolB were dating a year later, she couldn’t believe it. It was a total twist. Does Joon Hwi know? He must be hurt, she thinks. She wanted to text him, call even. But she decided against it. He’s probably too busy for her. 
And so Sol went about her mundane routine. She drank with an extra soju cup alone. Used circular post its. Ate ramyeon like her life depended on it.
And it went on.
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“Yah, kid!” Gollum smacks Sol’s arm with a freshly printed set of notes.
“You really had to?!” Sol barks back, soothing her arm and organising the copy room.
“When are you gonna stop working? You’re an adult! You’ve got your degree!” Gollum asks, shoving another stack of papers in the copier machine. Sol sighs.
“Till I get out of this job and move on to a better one. God, I’m still pathetic, aren’t I?” She cries out as she carries a stack of books to the door.
“When were you ever pathetic?” A gentle voice rings as Sol stops dead in her tracks. That voice. The voice that she can’t help but miss. The voice that lectured to her about law and her health every other day. Raising her eyes, she meets his familiar handsome face with his hair pushed back out of the way, different from the bangs he once had in school. His brown eyes crinkle. 
“Joon…?” She asks breathlessly, still taking in his presence.
“Hello, sunbae.” He smirks. The same exact smirk she still remembers. Sol drops her stack of books to the table nearby and without warning, throws her arms around his neck. He stumbles backwards, but his hands rest gently on her waist, hugging the shorter woman closer to him. She inhaled his musky cologne, feeling his warmth wrap her body.
“I… I don’t get how you’re here. Aren’t you in the States?” She says softly, pulling away from the hug.
“Well, I was. I just got back.” He tells her. Peeking his head over, he waved to Gollum.
“Long time no see, Gollum! Mind you dismiss your staff early?” He cheekily asks, earning a swat from Sol. Gollum, to Sol’s surprise, nods and waves them away. Joon Hwi grins and takes her hand into his and grabs her purse in another before leading her out of school. (Gollum, meanwhile only grins. They better get together this time round, he thinks.)
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Joon gives her time to catch up with him and they take a stroll to the park nearby. He shares about his adventures in the States and the different cases he’s gotten. Some difficult, some interesting.
“So, what’s been going on?” Joon asks Sol.
Sol begins retelling about how the group has been doing. She retells BokGi’s and Yebeom’s offer and how they have lunch every other day. How Yeseul decided to want to fend for women abuse victims as well. However, she leaves Jiho and SolB dating for the last.
“Oh, um… I’m not sure if SolB has told you, but…” Sol trails off. Joon Hwi only tilts his head in confusion. Her eyes are uncertain and almost awkward.
“…That her and Jiho are dating?” Joon Hwi completes the sentence for her with enthusiasm.
“Wait, how did you know?”
“Jiho told me. Well, I encouraged Jiho.” He says, leaning back on the benches they sat on.
Now Sol was confused. Didn’t he like SolB? Why on earth is he encouraging Jiho? Her face contorts into a stage of loss and confusion. Joon Hwi only lets out a light chuckle.
“I don’t like SolB. I never did.” He answers her, as if he could hear her thoughts.
Sol freezes. So for years… he never had feelings for her? She feels like she’s back in law school, sitting with him in the empty study room when he leans in closer to look at her notes, closing the distance between. Her heart beats fast and she feels a sense of warmth rising to her face.
“Why? You thought I liked her, didn’t you?” Joon Hwi teases. She turns her face away, knowing that he can see her face blushing red.
“Whatever.” She grumbles just loud enough. Laughter fills her ears as she turns back around to pout at him. Soon enough, she’s suppressing a small smile as they lie back and look in the distance to their alma mater.
Sol sits in her thoughts for a few moments. She now knows that Joon Hwi doesn’t like her ex-roommate. He’s right next to her. He’s in Korea. He still remembers her. He still cares. 
But does he feel the same?
“Come, it’s getting late.” He says, taking her hand in his and pulling her up. 
Sol doesn’t notice the way his fingers are intertwined with hers. 
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Joon Hwi leads her down a familiar road, before getting three popsicles. Sol knows this road like routine, and can walk it blindfolded. But she lets him lead her. The entire time, she takes in his tall figure. His broad shoulders. How so many years later, she’s still in love with this very man. No matter how many men tried to flirt and confessed to her, she couldn’t return her feelings.
Because Han Joon Hwi had stolen hers to begin with. 
“Is Byeol home?” Joon Hwi asks, as they stop at her front door. As if on cue, a much taller girl emerges from the door, dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, hair pulled back with a large clip. 
“Oppa!” Byeol’s face lights up as Joon Hwi slightly bends to give her a warm hug. Byeol crashes into his arms and Joon Hwi swings her in a circle as Sol just laughs at their childishness. 
“You’ve grown taller, haven’t you, you cookie? And gotten so much prettier, like your sister.” He laughs, ruffling her hair. Handling her a popsicle, she flashes a grateful smile. Sol swats his arm, trying to not burn from embarrassment. 
“Unnie is still the prettiest to you, isn’t she?” Byeol asks as she opens her popsicle. Sol swerves around and is ready to smack Byeol for spouting nonsense, but Joon Hwi only laughs and pats her head. 
“You’re right. Your unnie is still the prettiest and smartest to me.” He says, his eyes locked on Sol, his smile still sweetly there. Sol is transported back in time to when she would catch Joon Hwi stare at her while eating her pickles and only smile at her as she happily eats. The days, that she’s now certain showed that he had feelings for her. Byeol looks at her sister, eyes locked on Joon Hwi and silently retreats back home with her half eaten popsicle.
“Joon, there’s something I need to say.” Sol mutters out loud. She has to do it now. She lost her chance years ago, and she's not losing it again. 
“Me too.” Joon Hwi says, his hands burying into his pockets, the way it does when he’s nervous. 
“No, please. I’ve waited years to tell you this. And I don’t want to screw this up because I know you probably think I’m still hung over old memories. And I don’t know when you are going to return to the States, cause I may never see you again. And then I’m gonna-” Sol is rambling as she feels the same nervousness every time she’s alone with him. 
But Joon Hwi’s lips cut her off. His hands cup her cheeks as he brings her face nearer to him, feeling her soft lips on his. Sol is too shocked to react, but she kisses him back, her hands by her side unclenching from her balled up fists. They pull away, as Joon Hwi leans his forehead against hers. Their noses brush each other and their lips brush one another. 
“I love you, Han Joon Hwi. I have been, for the past years.” Sol whispers breathlessly.
“I know. And I love you too, Kang Sol.” He replies, before crashing against her lips once more. Sol feels the fireworks, as she finally feels her heart open.
Han Joon Hwi is here.
Han Joon Hwi loves her. 
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Joon Hwi leaves for the States a week later. A month later, he appears at Sol’s house, announcing that he will be shifting back home. He reconnects with everyone else in the group and the meetings become more frequent. Sol now drinks with another cup, filled by the person she loves. Instead of circular post its, she gets morning love messages. 
And at dinners, when she leans her head against Joon Hwi’s shoulder and looks at her intertwined fingers, she can’t help but feel her heart explode in so many emotions. 
She’s finally whole.
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signs.
synopsis: all you know is that the signs never lie. angst. 1774 words.
note: bon appétit, angst lovers. i'm still trying to find my writing style and rhythm,, so please do tell what you think! i was gonna try and avoid cliché themes but i think it still turned out as cliché fkdjfskdfl.
i wanna try writing unique themes so if you have any ideas you wanna share, please do! 😩
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meeting kuroo was probably the best moment of your life. and you’re not even kidding. you fell in love with him the first time you interacted with him—and it was during a volleyball meeting. you were the girls’ volleyball team captain and he was the boys’ vball team captain. his loud, charismatic, handsome, and brainy ass has caught your attention. and unfortunately, you’re now one of his fangirls. lowkey.
when he approached you during the conference, he was complaining about how boring the speaker was (even though he was still listening to what the speaker was saying). meanwhile your heart was already complaining about how handsome he is. he started talking to you during the conference and it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. 
after the interaction with him during the conference, you and kuroo started seeing each other and interacting more— he would greet you whenever you pass by each other in the hallway or the cafeteria, or even buy you a drink during lunch, and start exchanging stories. he’s just... tHE PERFECT IDEAL MAN.
this was your first and last year as a team captain. you developed passion for the sport once you joined the volleyball club; training intensely through the years. during the first few years, it frustrated you whenever other schools would reject joint practices with your team. unlike with nekoma’s boys’ volleyball team, they had connections with other schools and a pretty good reputation that gave them easy access to joint practices. it was the awakening of something in you. you trained harder and got better and better and better, achieving the position of team captain. and you swore that during your reign, you will bring light to your team. you will make your team a remarkable team.
since no school was willing to have joint practices with your team, you personally approached your coaches alone and proposed to have joint trainings with the boys’ volleyball team instead. much to your surprise, they agreed. it was the perfect training you were looking for. the boys’ volleyball team was strong and experienced, it will have a different level of intensity of training. and you were already craving the thrill and pressure of it. and kuroo’s handsome face.
just as you expected, the trainings were really on another level. your team lost countless times but this only pushed you and the others to do better. these training days also brought you and kuroo closer to each other. he often teased you that your team will never win against his, bought you more drinks, and even introduced you to his best friend and teammates. this honestly had you wondering if... he felt the same. so after that, you decided to observe him whenever he interacted with you to take hints! so far, you only had three signs.
prefectural tournaments were near and you were getting confident as days passed by since your team was now starting to win against the boys’ vball team. “i’d never win against your team, huh?” you smirked, approaching kuroo with two drinks from a vending machine. you offered him one of them and kuroo gladly took it from you, smirking back. “you cheated.” he said, making the two of you laugh together. 
once the prefectural tournaments came, it wasn’t easy on you. the stress, the exhaustion, and the pressure were trying to eat you alive during matches but... you didn’t train and work hard to just easily give up. your team started climbing its way to the top, winning every match before getting in the prefectural qualifiers for the nationals— for you, it was a big victory already. 
you successfully shone some light to your team and made it somehow remarkable.
kuroo excitedly made his way to you after the tournament, giving you a big hug with forehead kisses, exchanging congratulatories with you. any stranger would think that you two were a couple at that point. so... sign number four? 
after the prefectural tournaments, everything went back to normal. despite not having joint practices for now, your closeness with kuroo never dissipated. 
once the class bell rang, you immediately stood up from your seat to get yourself a drink from a vending machine, only to be stopped by kuroo by the classroom door. he smiled down at you and booped your nose with the drink he has in hand, “your favorite.” he said, “you didn't have to, tetsu but... thank you” you smiled, but before you could even reach for the drink, kuroo retracted his hand that was holding the drink, making you frown in confusion. 
“give me your number first.” he said, handing you his phone with a smirk. you raised a brow at him and chuckled, “geez, you want to talk to me more, huh? you got a crush on me or something?” you joked as you took his phone and typed in your number, naming the contact: y/n <33.
“so what if i do?” he asked, feeling your heart flutter. damn you, kuroo. you looked up at him and raised a brow while giving his phone back. the taller man only chuckled, “what? it’s just weird we’ve been friends for a while now without having each other’s number.” he said, handing you your drink. he looked behind you as he heard his name being called before looking back down at you and gave you a smile, “i’ll text you, y/n!” he said before jogging down the hall to his friend. uhm, sign number five?
weeks have passed and joint trainings are now a thing again, but not with the boys’ volleyball team anymore! your team’s plays during the prefectural tournament got the attention of other schools, making them reach out to nekoma to have joint trainings with your team.
your days were getting busier now that the nationals is nearing. and the joint trainings were considered the missing puzzle piece for your team— experience. your team lacked experience to be able to come up with new strategies and moves, and it was a great thing to have other schools reach out to train with your team. you and the team’s manager noticed this flaw during the prefectural tournaments. and despite winning most of the joint training matches, your team was still very thankful since there was a lot your team has learned, and new friendships and connections has formed at the same time!
you and kuroo are now closer than ever. now that you have each other’s number— the two of you would often send memes to each other, exchange selfies, send each other things that remind you of each other from the internet, and greet each other good morning and good night texts. there were too many signs to count now. at this point, you were confident that kuroo felt the same.
tomorrow is the day every prefectural qualifiers has been waiting for. the nationals. and you weren’t really that nervous or stressed for it— win or lose, you know you're gonna give it your best either way. instead, you were nervous because... guess what? kuroo offered to walk you home! since he found out that he only lives a few blocks away from you through text.
you were now sure that kuroo felt the same, and you have decided to tell him about your feelings on your walk home. you’re not sure as to how it’s gonna end but you know— you know that kuroo felt the same.
as the last joint training has finished, you excitedly walked towards the school gate to meet with kuroo. “hey, dumbass” you greeted with a lazy smile. kuroo looked up at you from his phone and smiled, “hey, angel.” he greeted back, “how was fukurodani’s girls’ volleyball team?” he asked, taking the backpack you were clutching so he could carry it instead. the two of you exchanged stories as kuroo walked you home, laughing together from time to time. it was nice to walk with him like this. and you wished this could happen everyday.
once you arrived by your street, you stopped walking and sighed softly. kuroo stopped walking as well, turning to you as he sipped on his empty juice box, making loud noises come from the box. “what? what’s wrong?” kuroo asked.
“tetsu, i—" you started, taking a deep breath first before blurting it out. "i’m not really good at confessions but... i’ve been wanting to tell you that i like you for a while now.” you said, face heating up as you gathered all the courage you had in you as you stood in front of the man you were madly crushing on. “i liked you ever since you talked to me in that conference meeting and you just make me feel... really special, you know? with your stupidly cute gestures an— and sweet words. i just feel that there's something special in our connection. i was confident to even tell you this because you seemed like you’ve also been dropping these signs and hints that you felt the same. i— i just... i like you, tetsurou. i like you more than just a friend.” you said, fidgeting with the milk box you were holding as you stared up at him, waiting for his response.
tetsurou held a shocked expression on his face. he stared back down at you with his mouth agape, taking his time to gather his thoughts and words. “i— i uhm...” he started, hand moving to clutch the strap of your backpack. “i— i think you’ve mistaken the ‘signs’, y/n.” he muttered quietly.
and with that, you felt your heart drop. no. you were sure that kuroo felt the same. you wouldn’t confess if you weren’t sure of it. “...mistaken?” you asked quietly, just enough for him to hear. kuroo sighed and scratched the back of his neck, “i like you too, y/n, but only as a friend.” he said, "i— i'm sorry but... i don't see you the way you see me."
you felt stupid. you felt like the dumbest person alive as you stood in front of him. of fucking course he won't feel the same, what the hell were you thinking?!
you looked away from kuroo and breathed a laugh, "how foolish of me... i'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, kuroo." you said, taking your backpack from him. "well, uh—" you started, clearing your throat as you looked around. "we're on my street now." you chuckled awkwardly, feeling tears start to slightly cloud your eyes. "thank you for walking me home. i wish your team a good luck for tomorrow's nationals." you muttered, giving him a small bow before walking off to your house, not even waiting for his response anymore.
stupid fucking signs.
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Can I request an Angst to fluff for Scara? With a hint of jealousy pls.
I’m sorry, Mona for always making u the other woman 😭 I love her I promise but I also love to hate her
pairing: gn!reader x scaramouche (I hope ur not tall bc he isn’t yikes)
word count: 1,382
tw: jealousy, angst, themes of infedelity
You woke up once again to a cold, empty bed. Rolling over to stare at Scaramouche’s side of the bed, you wondered why you still sleep on one side. It’s not like he’d come home to sleep with you anyway, so what would it matter?
Getting up to brush your teeth, his side of the counter looked untouched as usual. This shared bathroom, shared house, was starting to feel more like you lived here by yourself.
No notes as usual, not a reminder that he’d be coming home today or any update on how much longer he’d be working on this project. You understood that Scaramouche’s job was important, and you knew that there would be times when you wouldn’t see him for weeks or months. But whenever the two of you were apart, he was usually in another country. Mondstadt, Liyue, Fontaine, somewhere else. Not like now, when he was here in the same city.
He had warned you that he’d get busier. He told you one night over dinner that the Tsaritsa had given him a big project— planning the capture of the traveler. He complained, saying that he also had to negotiate terms with an outside party about assistance, and how the Tsaritsa double booked him with work. He always hated getting important roles, but he never half-assed his job. His title as the Balladeer came before anyone and anything. He was a hard worker, if nothing else. But you knew this, and you told him that you would make it work but knowing he’s maybe thirty minutes away from you in the same city made it more painful that he didn’t come home.
Was he avoiding you? Did you do something wrong? Did he meet someone else, and simply not bother to break up with you? Maybe he was hoping you’d break up with him and he wouldn’t have to deal with confronting you. Whatever the case, you wished you knew the truth and if he was going to break your heart, you at least want to know the full story.
You packed him a lunch, hoping that he’d have time to step away and share a meal with you. If he hadn’t been coming home, he also wasn’t eating well. He would rather skip a meal or two than fall behind on work, but hopefully he’d make an exception.
When you got there, the agents already knew who you were. Hardly anyone stopped to say hello out of respect, knowing who you were dating. When you got to his office, the agent guarding the room stepped in front of the door— something he didn’t do before.
“Hello, Javert. I’m dropping off Scara’s lunch. Is there a problem?”
“I’m sorry, [Y/N], he’s not taking guests right now. Please see him at another time.”
You stepped forward, reaching for the door. “No, I’d like to see him now.”
Javert put a firm hand on your shoulder and pushed you back. “Please, this is an order from him directly, I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“I don’t care!” You spat, shoving him aside and quickly throwing open the door. “Scara, we need to talk—”
Your eyes met his, along with someone else’s. He sat on the outside edge of his desk, his hand on a woman’s chin— someone you had never seen before. His nose was not even an inch away from hers, a smile on both of their faces. “[Y/N],” he said in surprise, letting go of her chin and gently pushing her aside. “What are you…”
You drop the lunchbox onto the floor. “So this is what you’ve been so busy with, huh?” You bit your lip as it began to quiver, your fists shaking with rage. “This is why you couldn’t be bothered to come home?” Your heart pounded against your chest, the stinging pain too much to bear.
“[Y/N], wait. She’s—”
“No, fuck you! I’ve been waiting for you like a puppy, and you’re fucking around on me? We’re done!”
Kicking the lunchbox across the room, you turn and slam the door closed, Javert looking away to avoid making eye contact with you. You stomp down the halls, agents stopping to look at you. With the way you shouted, you didn’t doubt that everyone here heard you. Some people looked at you then quickly looked away behind you. Others tried to stop you from leaving, as if to beg you to stop and calm down.
It wasn’t until your fingers wrapped around the doorknob did you realize they weren’t looking at you or trying to stop you because not far behind, Scaramouche was stalking down the halls with an ugly scowl on his face. He grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, pressing you into the door. “Do you not hear me calling you, [Y/N]?” He hissed, holding your stare. “This is my workplace, you can’t just come in here and make a scene! Mikhail,” he snapped at one of the passing-by agents. “Open a conference room and escort the astrologist out of my office, please.” You pushed at his wrist holding you still against the door. “Please behave and come with me to my office.”
Back in his office he relieved Javert of duty to try and give the two of you some privacy. You stand by the door, refusing to move closer to his desk where they probably fucked every night, her sweat and come coating the surface. It made you angrier to think about it.
Scaramouche crouched down by one of the shelves as he picked up the contents of the lunchbox. “Thank you for making me lunch,” he said with a chuckle. “Even though I won’t be eating it now.” You didn’t say anything. You just stood there with your arms crossed, tapping your foot angrily. “Baby, please stop being mad. I already told you about her.”
“No you didn’t?! You didn’t tell me shit about some skank!”
He tossed the lunchbox on his desk, pulling his hat off and hanging it on the back of his chair. “Yes, I did. The assistance? She’s an astrologist, she can read the future.”
“So?! Why did you have to put your hands on her then?!”
Scaramouche made his way toward you slowly and deliberately. He extended his arms out to gesture for a hug. “Scare tactics, honey. She knows not to pick a fight in one of our bases. Look, she’s friends with the traveler. I have to make sure she won’t betray us.”
He stood in front of you, arms open and waiting for you to reach out to him. “I don’t like you touching her,” you spit, eyeing him up and down.
“Okay, baby. I won’t touch her again.”
“And I don’t want her alone with you in your office anymore.”
“Fine, you wanna start coming with me to work?”
“Are you actually going to come home?”
Scaramouche raised a brow at you. “What do you mean? I’ve been coming home.”
“No you haven’t! Your side of the bed is always untouched! And your sink, too!”
Scaramouche rolls his eyes and leans into you anyway, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight. “You do know I only get, like, three hours of sleep right? Because I get home so late and I leave so early.” He cups your cheek, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. “I can’t sleep without you, [Y/N]. Don’t be silly, you think I like being in this office? I’d much rather be at home, napping all day and getting lectured about the trash.”
You finally relax into the hug and hang your arms over his shoulders, letting him pepper your face and neck with kisses. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Lying is a waste of time. You’d only find out the truth eventually.”
“I guess,” you pout, knowing he’s never been one for lying. “If I ever found out you’ve been having sex in this office behind my back, I’ll—”
“You’ll kill me, I know. Trust me, the papers on my desk are more important than pussy.” He pulled back to look at you, your blush heavy from embarrassment and pout prevalent on your lips. “But if you want to—”
“No!!”
“Okay! Geez, just saying!”
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