#I arrive months late to this meme please forgive me

[fael-draws]

Beautiful murder husbands

#I arrive months late to this meme please forgive me #wen kexing #zhou zishu #gu xiang #wenzhou #word of honor #faraway wanderers #tian ya ke #山河令 #woh #wkx #zzs #danmei #my art!

[honeyxchoso]

Promise (fuckboy!Satoru Gojo x reader) (college AU)

warnings: Gojo being a fuckboy who knows his effect on women all too well, MC's declining mental health implied

genre: angst? (sfw)

word count: 1.9k

“Please, just hear me out!” Gojo begged, face contorting into a desperate expression you knew all too well by now.

The scene is just like the numerous ones you’ve experienced in the past few months, all consequential to Satoru Gojo asking you out earlier that year. You should have known better. After all, you’ve been a witness of all of his intimate endeavours throughout high school. It was naive to assume that you would be spared of his promiscuous behaviour and that, somehow, this would be different.

“I promise you it won’t happen again!”

The exclamation just fell on deaf ears. That very promise, which he never fails to make in moments like these, has lost all meaning long ago. The sincerity fading more and more each time it was broken. These conversations, which once used to reduce you to tears, have now lost all meaning they once might have possessed.

All you know is the emptiness you feel resulting from your heart being shattered over and over again, your soul reduced to nothingness. You can no longer cry. You can no longer get mad. You are no longer surprised. Just a shell of the person you once were.

No longer are you even aware of your surroundings, lost in your own mind as Gojo spouted endless dubious apologies and false promises, all of which you’ve heard dozens of times before. How many times have you turned a blind eye so far? How many second chances have you given? How much longer will this go on? You do not know.

How did it come to this?

You and Satoru are first years in an honours programme at Jujutsu college, with you majoring in Biology and him in Physical engineering. Although you had known him since your first year of high school, you two have only gotten close in the summer leading up to your first year at college. During that summer, he’s managed to get closer to you than anyone ever has before. It really isn’t that difficult to imagine considering his flamboyant personality and stunning appearance.

Right now, you were at a cafe, waiting for Mr Perfect to show up for your weekly Math and Chem study session. You chuckle looking at a meme he just texted you. The lovely bastard is fashionably late per usual, but you are somehow never annoyed at that nasty habit of his. Five minutes of texting later, you feel a tap on your shoulder alerting you of Satoru’s arrival. Soon after the tap, you can feel his presence on the left side of your head.

“I think you can kiss heaven goodbye, as it must be a sin to look that good,” he proudly stated right next to you. You gazed to the side with widened eyes and your mouth slightly agape. It was just quick enough for you to catch a glimpse of those gorgeous sky blue eyes of his, mischievously peeking up at you from the pitch-black sunglasses the man always adorned. It truly was a sight to behold. To your great misfortune, however, it was gone as soon as it came, with him rising up to ruffle your hair a bit with his enormous hand before going to sit at the other end of your small table.

You focused on regaining your usual composure, as you’ve grown accustomed to his flirty persona during the summer while observing him picking up girls wherever you went. His sense of humour is just atrocious, but it eventually grew on you also. Despite his provocative behaviour and dirty humour implying he’s still very much immature for anything of the sort, you’ve started harbouring hope that one day, just maybe, he’ll give it a shot for you. Yes, as naive as it was, you couldn’t help but fall for the marvellous man sitting across from you.

You sighed at your inner turmoil and slightly irritably ran a hand through your hair. Satoru, of course, interpreted your reaction as you being annoyed at his borderline foul compliment and the thought elicited a deep, alluring chuckle from him. Slightly shaken from the beautiful sound, you plastered on a smile and looked at him, asking to begin your study session already since he was late again.

Two hours of studying later, you two were walking back to the student dorms on the other end of the campus site making small talk on your way.

“Argh! I hate this unit so much. Why do we have to memorise all the functional groups when it would be so much easier to just look them up in the data booklet during exams? It is so unnecessary!” you cried out, pouting while clenching your fists in exasperation. When Satoru didn’t respond, you relaxed your posture and turned to address him, only to blank out upon seeing the way he was staring at you.

He had a tender look on his face the likes of which you’ve never seen before. His lips formed into a small but genuine smile with his eyes relaxed as he just looked at you. You felt as though he was staring right into your soul. At this point, you both stopped walking instinctively and held your eyes locked wishing for the tender moment to last forever. Satoru was the first to speak up.

He called your name, not breaking eye contact. You just barely took notice of his voice, getting lost in his gorgeous blue eyes during your little moment just now. God, does your name sound good coming from his mouth. You barely had the common sense at this point to utter out a small “Hm?” and no notion whatsoever of what was yet to come.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

You were baffled. The person you’ve been crushing on for months now just asked you out. You. Little old insignificant you. Too startled to form a coherent response, you replied with the only concern you had. “Me?”

After all, you were a nobody. You’ve seen the women who talk to him on a daily basis. The perfect height, athletic, well-adorned in all sorts of jewellery and fancy clothes, makeup perfectly done and never a single strand of hair out of place - those were the type of women surrounding Satoru Gojo. Compared to them, you were the lowest of the low. Your face contorted into one of confusion before your eyes started tearing up. This must be a joke...

That was only in the few seconds leading up to Satoru bursting out in a tear-inducing laugh. This did well to break you out of your small trance, sobering up a little before becoming even more confused. He asked you out, and now he’s laughing about it? Is this man in his right senses? You don’t recall him having any alcoholic beverages at the cafe so it can’t be. He stopped laughing soon after and used the tip of his right-hand sleeve to wipe away his tears.

“Of course it’s you, silly! It’s 10pm. We’re the only ones here right now!” he exclaimed, giggling a bit throughout forming his sentence still. This only served to confuse you even more. It must be a joke, then.

“You’re joking,” you voiced your thoughts. At this, his formerly happy expression fell and formed into one of concern.

“How could I be?” he asked. Seeming genuinely concerned as to why you’d think that. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed an unusual frown. “How could I ever joke about something like that? You have no clue what you mean to me, Y/N.” You could tell from his expression that he was being sincere, making you falter. Your face seemed to be enough of a response for him to continue speaking.

“You are honestly the best person I have ever met. You are strong and independent despite everything life has thrown at you. You are smarter than anyone I know. You have an amazing sense of humour and are a great listener. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you most. Along with being a good person, you also make me a better person myself. You fulfil me. Without you, I feel my very existence would be meaningless.” All the while saying this, he hasn’t broken eye contact once. “So I will ask you once again, Y/N, will you go out with me?

Following that evening, the two of you were in a happy relationship.

So how did it turn into this?

You first noticed something was wrong when you saw him dancing really close with a girl at a college party. He had his left hand low on her waist and his other hand entangled in her hair, bringing her closer so he could lean into her neck. It was just an embrace, right? Perhaps she was his friend who needed comfort of some sort? These are the excuses you made for yourself at the time to console the slight pang of concern and betrayal felt upon witnessing that scene. You never confronted him about that. At the time, you told yourself that was because there was no issue to address but reflecting on that moment now, you know it was the fear of your suspicion being proven right that discouraged you from bringing it up.

This happened about an additional five or six times before you started acting a bit more adverse to Satoru’s usual affection. You would no longer initiate kisses and would become stiff in his embrace. It was mortifying to know he was behaving so naturally around you when you know he’s off with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. Despite this, the relationship was maintained as your love for him didn’t falter.

After a while, his endeavours would cause arguments. He would argue the women were coming onto him, that he was drunk or anything of the sort, just to get out of the situation, and you would argue he was fully aware of his promiscuous behaviour. These arguments would always end in forgiveness and the movie would rewind yet again. That is what led you where you are now. Your forgiving nature backfired and your feelings for the man were constantly extorted.

Sometimes, enough is enough.

It is time to put a stop to this neverending loop your relationship has turned into.

“Stop,” Satoru was still pleading for forgiveness when you interrupted him mid-sentence. Your simple exclamation seemingly pausing time, as it was the first word you have uttered in this conversation so far. Gojo looked at you anxiously, hope evident in his eyes that you would forgive him. Oh, how you loved those eyes of his, full of deceit.

“I’ve had enough. I’ve given you far too many chances and have been disappointed every time without fail. It is time for both of us to admit to ourselves that this won’t work. Not the way it is now.”

Despite your calm exterior, your previously empty inside now felt a sharp, anxious pain. No one said it was going to be easy. While the fear of change is strong, you know this is the right thing to do. Fear can bring no actual harm, but this relationship has and will continue to do so if you don’t put a stop to it. It is time.

“Goodbye, Satoru Gojo.”

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[jasmine-the-fox]

Pusher... Is pushed and punished

OK so this salt fic is very dark... There will be severe bullying and threats and demands of suicide, there will be blood too but please understand that this fic will be explained at the end... Also I got the idea from watching some meme’s to the song pusher.

Lila Rossi never thought she would go down like this... All because of her attempt to kill Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was all going well, she had made the class hate her... Except for Chloe and Sabrina, they followed her to the back and glared at them when they spoke bad about Marinette but she didn’t care! The girl was getting what she promised, then she took Adrien from her, once Alya gave up on helping Mari dating Adrien as she didn’t want to “Stop bullying Lila for being jealous of her connections” Alya turned to help Lila date him... And his father was forcing him to date Lila.

She didn’t get a reaction, Marinette just shrugged and walked away... That pissed her off, so to get back at her, each time Mari was alone, Lila would attack, a punch here, a kick there, a bucket of water poured on her here, trash dumped on her there she even tore her clothes once! And each time she got away with it because the class claimed she was being clumsy! Even better Adrien looked upset with Mari for causing a scene!!!

Now that was fun... But she wanted the girl gone, Marinette was still smiling, each time she harmed Mari, Chloe would tell the principal she called the police to investigate because “Mari couldn’t have been clumsy like that! These bruises were done to her!!” she then ordered her father to get cameras set up because it didn’t make sense for the girl to be soaked with water or covered in trash... Once Lila had grabbed trash from her place since the day she would do it had been trash day and Chloe figured it out.

So Lila couldn’t do much more now, but the class did and they were getting punished... Even accused of being the ones who attacked Mari when it was Lila, they denied it but there actions matched the ones Lila did... So they were suspended or given detention, Lila felt a little bad for them but it kept her safe though... But Marinette was still here and Lila Rossi didn’t like that one bit as she sighed while in her room.

She would need to get her hands dirty once again.

It wasn’t the first time she caused a death, in Italy she moved to 5 different schools before moving to Paris because she had caused three classmates to end there lives... While she had to kill two and were believed as suicides, and she didn’t mind that because it was easy, just claimed she being bullied by the student, her classmates claimed the same and then claim you think they ended there lives to say sorry... Simple right?

Well... Not with Marinette Dupain-Cheng it wasn’t... For she was very clumsy.

Mari was heading to visit Kagami for a sleepover, Lila knew this because Alya overheard them and told Lila how she was certain Mari was just trying to get money or something... Lila didn’t listen, so after school, Lila ran home and called her mother to tell her she was going to be a little late when heading home as she had to go do something, leaving her bag behind but taking her purse, Lila rushed over to the bakery and waited for Marinette to leave and walk over to the Tsurugi house.

Once she saw her leave, Lila waited a bit before following... It went easy on that part now she had to wait for a car to get a green light for her to push Mari in the street, they were just getting to the corner of the Tsurugi home when the light turned green, cars began to move and as Lila saw Mari get to the corner... She ran, Lila ran as fast as she could without making a sound and just as Mari turned around... Lila pushed her into the street.

She wished that was true for once.

As Mari was falling, her nails pierced into Lila’s close as Mari tried to gain balance to keep standing... And as she pushed up to stand to get the police on what Lila tried to do... Lila fell into the street just as a car was moving in... And everything went black on the Italian.

When Lila woke up, she found herself in a hospital... Handcuffed to the bed, a nurse had just walked in, her mother standing before her with a furious look... And a police officer in the room, turns out there were cameras who filmed her stalking and following Mari to the Tsurugi house, then at one point Mari had texted her parents and Kagami about someone following her so they called the police, they got there just as Mari was trying to save Lila’s life, she was covered in blood that Lila was losing and had even used her jacket to try and stop the bleeding, while Kagami was calling for an ambulance and her mother was keeping the drunk driver there with them.

But when they brought her to the hospital... Things were discovered on Lila, she was found out... It turns out that the three students she pushed to end there lives left a dying message to there parents about Lila and her actions but sadly by the time they got the police involved... Lila had changed schools, as for the other two, they had left either a journal entry or a video claiming how they felt like Lila was planning to do something to them... Something to make them disappear actually, and since they had just witnessed Lila about to cause Marinette to die... They had the proof Lila was dangerous.

Two weeks after being in the hospital, Lila was for three months in court stuck before a judge to decide her fate on the three suicide cases, the two murder cases and the now first attempted murder case, Lila’s family lawyer told her that the other lawyers were refusing a plea deal... Because all the people she had lied about also put her to court and the judge agreed on no plea deal, so whatever was decided... She wasn’t getting out of it no matter what.

She ended up being put into juvenile detention until she was an adult where she would then be transferred to jail in Italy... And there was no way she was going to be able to get out, of course to her luck her lawyer got the judge to agree she does her last year of school at least... But that didn’t mean she was all over the news with what she did all this time.

When she arrived on Monday... The whole class turned on her, called her a monster, a demon, Adrien broke up with her, Gabriel terminated her contract, the Agreste family put a restraining order on her, the class was being fined for what they did to Mari, Alya was being fined for all the lies she posted about Lila on her blog... On and on the class went at her, while Mari walked in with Chloe and Sabrina who trying to give her some comfort on what she went through... And then Mari spoke “You know Lila... I really would have wanted to be your friend if you hadn’t threatened me in the bathroom, or started to attack me and getting it accused on the class” she said as Lila’s eyes widen as she looked back to the class.

While Chloe grinned like a maniac, Sabrina comforted Mari and Marinette sobbed quietly... The class got violent on Lila for what they just found out about Lila, all this time she caused all of this to them... And they wanted justice, the principal had been brought in by Caline as the class revealed that Lila was the one who attacked Mari from the start at school and not them, they demanded justice now.

By lunch, Lila was expelled and failed her last year of high school.

She was placed into juvenile detention the next day, they did allow her to retake her school years yes I said years... Turns out Lila got her classmates to do her homework for her and other things, when she couldn’t she lied to Caline and never turned anything in... So she had to retake three years of high school, at least she was busy with that, during that time the class struggled in trying to figure out there lives, Lila had lied to them about all kinds of opportunities she had opened up for them... But they were all lies in the end, not only that but they all tried to fix things with Marinette.

They believed that sweet Marinette would forgive them and be there friends again... Even helped them with there dreams, but she refused everything, she was done being a doormat, done bending herself in different angles to help them all, done with giving them free things which she billed them for and sent copies to all there parents where warned that there kids had only a month to pay her back before she adds increasement charges of 10% for each week they don’t pay her back, they tried to escape this... Even tried getting Adrien to help but Chloe helped her too not break and had Sabrina take care of refusing them there request.

They were doomed with how much they owed her in the end.

For three years, they have pushed her to make them baked goods and didn’t pay her for them... She paid for the ingredients from her pockets, then there was the free clothes they got... Also paid for fabric and yarn from her pockets, but not once did they think it was expensive, turns out that Ivan has an allergy to sheep wool so Mari had to order and get shipped alpaca or llama wool to knit him certain things that he asks her, or the Mylène asks to make so she can gift to Ivan, what’s worse is that Alya discovered the alpaca wool and demanded Mari knit her things with it, and if it wasn’t the alpaca wool she would get pissed, go to Mari’s room and destroy it in front of her before yelling at her to make it again “with the correct wool this time”

Mari always cried after Alya was gone.

Her parents even banned the class from the bakery, with how much they owed there daughter they told there parents that there kids were banned until they paid back Mari and learn that they need to ask in advance and pay her in advance in full when they want something from her... Then they would be unbanned, Nino was the first to fully pay her back, it cost him his pay from his recent gig but at least he could now have the eclairs they make again... Just needs to pay for them, then it was Rose and Juleka, the two had pawned a few of there things to pay her and got the whole amount on the last day of the month.

Sadly Alix and Kim only paid her a small part so they had to get jobs each, it took Alix a month before she could pay her back in full... Kim took two and a half, Max paid her in half of the month he had to pay her, same for Mylène while Ivan had to sell his drum set and get a job to pay her back due to the whole she had to order for him all this time, Adrien didn’t need to pay her since he still didn’t know the scarf he wears she made for his birthday and Alya... She was still paying her back after a year, a month, two weeks and four days later.

Nathaniel also never ask for anything of the sorts, he was the only one who never thought Mari would bully Lila, but he believed Lila... He also always paid for the things he asked for her to make and he asked her months in advance so she had a bunch of time, but she sadly couldn’t forgive him yet since he did believe Lila over her, but he was working hard to be forgiven and he wasn’t going to give up.

Gabriel found out about everything from the news, once he saw what Lila did in Italy he worked hard to cut all ties to her and then demanded that Adrien tries to date Mari with the claims of “She will make the brand rise higher then miss Rossi ever could, she will even be able to restore the shame miss Rossi brought upon us with what she has done” so Adrien tried to contact her... But his number was blocked, also she had a new phone and number so he couldn’t speak with her, he then tried going up to her but Marinette’s friends always got to her first and pulled her away before he could get close.

Then came Valentine’s day, he decided to leave her gifts and cards around for her, at the bakery, as she was leaving for school, in her locker, on her desk, secretly placed in her bag... Anywhere right as she wasn’t looking, then as school was ending he left her one last note in her locker, asking her to wait for him at the school doors, and she did wait, he walked up to her with a bouquet of roses and asked her on a date.

But she rejected him... Claimed she didn’t have feelings for him... And was dating someone else.

That someone else being Luka Couffaine, Juleka’s big brother, had walked over at that moment to ask Mari if she was ready to head to The Liberty where his mother had prepared for them and Mari’s parents a dinner for them to meet, she agreed and then left Adrien there... Alone without the girl he had tried to have date him... Him, Adrien Agreste the most beloved model in Paris, the one girls went to there knees trying to ask to date them... And he was rejected by the first girl he ever asked out on a date... And was beaten by a quiet guitar player.

When he returned home, his father was disappointed in Adrien, said he would fix his mistake and have Marinette Dupain-Cheng to not only agree to work for him but agree to leave Luka to date Adrien in the end... He knew his father was right, Gabriel Agreste always got what he wanted when he decided on it, so why would this be any different?

But it wasn’t.

Marinette refused the deal, said that what Adrien did to her when Lila had harmed her at school traumatized her and she didn’t feel safe with him, she feared that if she did something, he would act like she was “causing a scene” again when she wasn’t doing anything wrong in the end so she ordered them to leave her alone and to never speak to her again.

After that things staid like that, Lila was taken to prison in Italy, Nathaniel at last was Mari’s friend again, Chloe, Sabrina, Kagami, Marc, Aurore and Mireille found success in life, Mari and Luka got married and then had a daughter named Melody, the class still suffer to this day for believing Lila and Adrien ended up dating a model his father picked for him to be with, he got her pregnant with a boy and was being planned to marry her without him being able to put in his opinion.

This was there life now... All because they believed Lila Rossi.

What did you think about this fic? Sure in the meme’s the victim is pushed by the bully to fall and almost die and then something happens making them jump for real to there death... But please try to understand the message i’m putting in here.

People are being bullied... And they did nothing wrong to deserve it. They just went to school, tried to get good grades, made friends and maybe even got in a relationship.

But then someone ends up bullying them, and sometimes no one helps the victim.

Take this story for example, imagine your either Lila or Marinette alright?

If you pick to be Lila, how would you feel if you were being bullied all of a sudden? How would you feel when your attacked but the bully claims you did it to yourself or harmed them? How would you feel when you leave behind a message to your parents and you end your life? How would you feel just going home or something and the bully causes you to die and they get away with it by claiming you bullied them and you ended your own life?

How would you feel?

Now if you picked Marinette, how does that make you feel? What Lila did to you? Making you classmates pull away from you? The guy you had a crush on look at you like what your doing is wrong? Your classmates attacking you because Lila claimed you hurt her? Lila lying that your clumsy after she attacks you? Lila getting away with what she did by getting your classmates punished for it? Lila trying to kill you only for her to end up almost dead?

What about Lila being punished for everything she did to you and people from her past schools? The class being punished for what they did to you? The class finding out what Lila did all this time in the past and to you? You not accepting your classmates in the end? And then you living the happy life while your classmates are still suffering to this day because of Lila?

Do you see where i’m going with this? If you don’t then that’s fine cause at least you tried to understand and at least read this right? So thank you for that at least and for reposting this fic to your page so others can read it and understand that bullying is wrong and needs to be stopped.

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #lila gets exposed #Attempted murder #suicide #bullying #attacks #lies #School transfer #proof #Dying message #Marinette gets lucky

[itstittycitybaby]

From the Ashes We are Born (Part 5)

a/n: take fucking two of posting this bc tumblr likes to fuck me over djdjjdjd. something that always bothered me with evey is the fact she left V?? I get not wanting to be stuck with a stranger for an entire year but you were the one who maced the cop. you decided to do it not v. he did not ask u to. now v torturing her there's not rlly a jusitifed excuse even though i can see why but it's still not justified either way. anyways as always enjoy.

Summary: V is away tending to his daily anarchist duties, which leaves you facing the wake of a treacherous thunder storm alone! Fluff ensues.

a/n 2: oh my god. i finally got the fucking gifs to work. had to navigate back and forth i stg I'm gonna dethrone the Tumblr god.

The music from your phone played throughout the deafening silence of the gallery. The infamously known masked criminal had left the gallery to commit his “righteous duties”. That’s how your friend, V, put it anyways. London was weeping over its people, at least, that’s what V had said once he heard the rain slapping the roof. Why can’t he just say it’s pouring, you thought to yourself as V fluttered about the house. “Dramatic as always V,” you snickered as you stood there watching him preparing to leave. You had been staying in the Shadow Gallery for a few months now. You weren’t very stoked to having to stay here for a year, but you had to. After all, you had sealed your fate after macing that cop. Even though you were upset about having to be stuck here away from your paints and gaming consoles, you understood. It was your decision to save him, he hadn’t asked you too.

  V’s underground home was deadly quiet as he got ready. The playful aura and laughter was now gone. It felt lonely and cold, something you guessed V had felt before you arrived. “Hey V,” you asked, fidgeting with the flowy skirt you wore. “Yes?” The man in question picked up his notorious black hat and put it on top of his head. He smoothed his hair and turned to you after looking in the mirror once more. “C-can I,” you started, cheeks flushing a bright pink, “Can I have a hug?” You felt awkward as you stood there playing with your skirt. V didn’t say anything as he stared at you. The smiling mask was unsettling to look at with the awkward air and embarrassment you felt. “Y-y'know what, forget I asked,” you stammered, starting to turn before throwing a “good luck and goodbye” kinda thing. You heard him sigh. V wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. The scent of lemon and the smell of pine made you hum. Your arms snaked around his middle as you stood there, together in front of the T.V. You were thankful V couldn’t see your beet red face. His mask rested atop your head and you shivered at the rumble of his chest as he spoke. “Forgive me, I was taken aback is all.” You pulled away a bit looking at the eyes of his mask. “It’s alright, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “Nonsense my dear, you have yet to do so.” Oh we definitely have a crush. You pulled away giving him a smile. “Be safe okay V? I mean it. If you come home almost dead on the porch again, so help me, your bullet wounds won’t be the thing killing you.” V laughed, the sound of it making your heart giddy. “Of course, mademoiselle.” The tension between the two you was thick, neither of you breaking eye contact. Feeling bold, you grasped V’s shoulder with your hand and stood on your tippy toes. “D-dove-,” he started. You interrupted him, though. Your soft lips placed themselves on the cheek of his mask. “A good luck charm,” you said softly as you pulled away. Giving V’s shoulder one last squeeze, you let him go. “I shall return soon,” V said as he left. You scolded him again about being reckless, and to be safe . Your heart sank as V’s echoing footsteps faded away leaving you standing alone and cold.

“ I love you baby , and if it’s quite alright I need you baby,” you sang as you grabbed the acrylic paint V had gotten for you. The clock read 1:54 on the wall while the rain continued to pour outside into the night. V had yet to return from doing god knows what in the streets. The smears of white and red paint were splattered across your arms and thighs. The scent of paint and V’s musky smell mixed together as you painted. Your arms and body tingled from the warm embrace he had given you. Thoughts of V took over as your paint brush made graceful strokes on the canvas. Did he even like you back? “As if,” you huffed. “He’s a man with taste.” But what about the pet names? And the flowers! He brings us flowers once he comes back.  “He’s british, being called love and darling is something normal here. The flowers don’t mean anything. It’s not like an obvious red rose or anything,” you told yourself. Stop daydreaming and just accept the fact that V doesn’t like you like in that way. 

 4:33 . “Where the hell is he,” you muttered. The rain continued to pour outside. Your canvas was set drying on the table and you flipped through your phone to entertain yourself.  Thank god for a VPN. You laughed at a funny meme as you scrolled through your feed. The lights flickered. You sucked in a breath and waited. CRASH! You jumped at the loud bang of thunder. Trying to calm yourself down, you continued to scroll through Twitter. The anxiety in your stomach wouldn’t stop eating away. V was out there in this godforsaken storm. What if he got hurt? What if he died? “Stop,” you told yourself sternly. “He’ll be fine.” 

Pop! Darkness embraced you as you sat there. The lights are out. Your breaths became shallow; the dim white light of your phone providing some kind of light source. “Calm down,” you whispered. “We’re gonna be fine.” Turning on your phone’s flashlight and using it as a torch, you crept to the bedroom. Loud crashes and noises made your hair stand up on end. Loud noises meant trouble. Loud noises meant a tantrum from your dad had started or something was here, waiting . Silence meant peace. Silence meant safety.

There was some sense of relief as you made it to the room and closed the door. Diving under the blankets, you whimpered as lightning struck. You curled into yourself and laid there. Hoping that the storm would pass, or V would come home. His scent on the sheets was the only solace you had. He will come home, eventually. You wished for V’s arms to hold and comfort you like the very few times he did before. Usually after a panic attack or when you were at the lowest of your lows. You wanted him to finish reading Lord of the Rings to you and help lull you to sleep. But V wasn’t here. V wasn’t going to hold you, or read you to sleep. He was out saving the country he so loved from it’s awful dictator. You’re weak. V wouldn’t want someone weak. He wants someone brave, and courageous. Someone who’s willing to die for what they love.

A sob bubbled up in your throat and tears threatened to escape from your eyes. You couldn’t breathe; you felt suffocated under the sheets, but if you moved you’d be open, vulnerable. Vulnerability is a weakness, being sad and scared is a weakness. How disgusting you must have looked. Hiding like a small child from the scary monster in their closet. How disgusted would V be if he found you here, under his sheets that were now wet with tears. We need to calm down. We need to stop crying. How pathetic we must look right now. He should’ve left you in that station to die. You deserve to die, you deserve to- .

“Love?” V’s voice broke your thoughts. He sounded so soft and gentle. You cursed at yourself for not noticing the door opening. Now he was going to see how pathetic you really were. V’s black boots slid across the floor when he made way into the room.You felt the bed dip beside you as you laid there. Your breath caught in your throat as you laid there silently under the sheets. Please go away, please don’t uncover the sheets. The cool air hit you as V pulled the sheets back. Cursing at your luck, you took a peak. Funny how creepy the smiling mask was in the dark. V’s hat was still perched on his head, you realized. His gloved fist was curled around something in his hand. A rose. 

“My songbird, what is the matter,” V asked as he took in your tear stricken face. The moonlight shone onto your beautiful face, revealing the wetness of your cheeks. How beautiful you were. V felt guilty once he saw you huddled under the covers, hiding from something. Could it be from yourself? “You’re late,” you croaked, “it’s almost 5 am.” “I apologize my dear, something went a bit south.” You didn’t say anything. Your eyes clenched shut and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip from trembling. V’s head cocked to the side, his lips pulled into a frown underneath the mask. He called out your name. The softness and caring tone made your eyes snap back at him. Suddenly, a crash of thunder hit. You flinched and wormed yourself underneath the sheets even more. V simultaneously realized, at that very moment, how terrified you were of thunder. He felt stupid as he sat there, staring at your shaking form. Of course you would try to seek out comfort whenever you were scared or moody. Hiding was your last resort if there was no comfort to be found. A hand stroked your head causing you to tense up.

The leather of the glove felt cool, and smooth. Brows drawn, you looked up at V. His right arm extended to you, with the gift he had brought. “V,” you whispered as you stared at him with shock. You gently wrapped your hand around the stem, taking it from his hands. “An apology for returning so late…and to ask for a courtship. With you,” V stammered. Even with the mask, you knew V was flustered. “It’s about time,” you joked, your voice a bit hoarse. “Ah yes, well you see I was so nervous and I-I've never-” You cut him off with your lips. The odd but smooth material of the mask’s lips felt foreign against your soft, warm ones. 

V didn’t even have to feel your lips to know they were the softest thing to exist. He just knew. You pulled away slowly, your cheeks warming up a bit. You were bashful, a gentle smile swept across your lips. “Thank you for the rose, it’s beautiful.” “My beautiful maiden, it is quite dark in here. You could not be quite sure of such a thing.” “I’ll kiss you again, V.” You giggled, as he shut up.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed,” V said. You looked at him confused, “Why?”  “I have another gift.” A brow was raised in his direction. He just gestured at you, waiting patiently. “You’re acting pretty sus not gonna lie, but ok.” Your eyes fluttered shut. Time seemed to pass by awfully slow as you waited. Not to mention, the dark that encased you as your lids closed. “V?” “I’m right here love.” You heard something untying and felt something being placed on the bed. How badly you wanted to open your eyes, but you would not betray V like that. The smoothness of his gloves grasped both of your cheeks softly. His fingers stroked them and held cupped your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut, fighting the urge to open them. What was he doing? Your breath stopped at a halt; his breath was on your lips. He’s going to kiss me! His mask is off! You swallowed nervously as you waited. That’s when you felt it. 

V’s lips were rough and felt scarred. The texture was very different from your own, but you didn’t care. In fact, you cherished it. A sigh escaped your lips as your fingers clutched his cloak, pulling him closer. Teeth nibbled at your lips playfully. V’s scent filled your senses and you felt your head starting to become dizzy. You almost whined once his lips pulled away from yours. Eyes still closed, you waited for the signal to open them again. Your ears perked up as you heard the rustling of cloth and a little grunt from V. “Thank you darling, you can open your eyes again.” There were little dots and squiggles as you opened your eyes, moving in the air. You were a little sad to see the mask on again, but knew better than to press. V would give you the world, but he was still insecure about his skin. You were curious to see him, especially after the glimpse of damaged skin you had seen on his hands. But, you knew better than to ask, let alone force him to show you.

V placed his hat on the bedside table next to him. He was surprised to find you had fallen asleep, though it was quite late. He quietly shimmied out of his cloak and set his knives down on the nightstand. A sigh escaped his lips as he got into more comfortable clothing, followed by discarding his gloves on the table beside him. You had wrapped V around your finger; encasing him with your humour and your kindness. He was at your mercy. You had captivated the man who thought he could no longer feel love. Oh how wrong he was. V wrapped his arms around you and held you close. His art swelled a bit at the sleepy hum you gave him. Your head rested lightly on V’s chest and his arms snuggled you tightly. Your soft snores filled the room once again and V couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Eventually, the masked vigilante fell asleep; the comfort of your love and beauty keeping him warm at night.

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Genesis: Chapter 2: In Which Tetsuya Shigaraki Reconsiders his Life Choices

How two brothers can take two opposite paths. How a man can be made into a monster and how the other must pay the ultimate price to save everything he knows and loves. Or, alternatively: The origins of All for One and One for All.

Previous Chapter

A/N:  Happy Yule/Solstice to everyone who celebrates it! (This chapter is the reason for the animal death tw tag. If you want to skip that scene, go to the first page break.)

        Hisashi was standing in the abandoned, overgrown baseball field behind his high school when his father found him. It was a few months into the school year, and his brother had gone home early with a flimsy ice pack because he’d dislocated his knee when he tripped on his way to lunch. Hisashi had been missing for hours, and Testsuya Shigaraki had arrived home as the sun began to dip into the horizon only to be met with the panicked fretting of his youngest son. Thank God for phone GPS, Tetsuya had thought when he managed to locate his eldest, it would have taken hours to find him otherwise. A twig snapped under his feet as he approached, and his son’s head jerked towards him. His brown eyes were wide and glazed over, tears threatening to spill out. A splatter of red was on his cheek, and Tetsuya brows furrowed with confusion. There was a small, furry shape by Hisashi’s feet. He felt bile creep up his throat.

        “D-Dad I..” Hisashi’s voice was shaky, cracking with grief and disbelief.

        There was silence as the world seemed to hold its breath, “What happened?”

        “I don’t know what came over me I.. one minute I was petting it and the next-”

        Tetsuya wrapped his arms around his panicking son in an embrace. He snuck a look down at the broken body that lay there and felt his blood run cold. It was a house cat, “What. Did. You. Do?”

        “I killed it Dad!” His son was hysterical now, trembling violently in his grip.

        Tetsuya broke his embrace, unable to stave off the disgust from his face. “We’re cleaning this up, then you’re going home.” Hisashi opened his mouth to protest, but Tetsuya cut him off, “No excuses, your brother is worried sick about you and if you make him cry again I won’t be able to forgive you.”

        Hisashi sniffed and nodded, wiping away tears with the back of his hand.

        “Where’s your school’s cleaning supplies?”

        “I’ll go get them,” Hisashi’s voice had grown cold once more, panic in his eyes replaced with steel.

        Tetsuya was left alone in the abandoned baseball field with that... thing for much longer than he would have liked, and he found his eyes wandering to anywhere but the mangled house cat, with its ears bent back and legs twisted at odd angles, like it was praying.

        His son returned with a shovel and a change of gym clothes. Tetsuya didn’t ask nor want to know how he broke into the likely locked up school and locker rooms. The hole that they dug was three feet deep and two feet wide, and Hisashi watched him gently lower the broken body into the small grave with unfeeling eyes. Never in his life did he think he would be afraid of his own son, but he couldn’t help the chill that seeped into his bones, nor the way his heart rate sped up every time he caught Hisashi’s gaze.

        His son wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve and stepped behind a tree to change out of his now filthy clothes. Tetsuya pulled out his phone. 1 missed call. He’d unpack the clusterfuck of telling his wife what happened later, for now - Hisashi stepped out from behind the tree and peered over his shoulder - he’d have to deal with this.

        This was not the first time he had encountered his son with a dead animal crumpled into a gory heap. They had lost many family pets, often in the span of only a few months, before Tetsuya and Hana had discovered what happened to them. When Hana had seen her darling little seven year old in the nearby park, standing over a freshly made grave.

        They’d never bought a pet again. Hisashi had been promptly sent to therapy, to sort out his violent impulses and twisted expressions of love. Tetsuya thought that this tendency had died. Had disappeared. That his eldest son had been cured of his depravity. Evidently, he was wrong.

        The walk back home was silent. Tetsuya didn’t know what to say. What he could say. Hisashi didn’t seem to know either, and the cold night air only seemed to cause the distance between them to grow.

-@~*^*~@-

        Tomura was wrapped in a large, plush blanket. Around him was a nest of pillows and blankets to prop up his aching joints. He’d managed to scrounge a heating pad from the linen cabinet and wrapped it around his right knee. Even though he was able to set it back in place himself, it still hurt like crazy. He was worried when his brother hadn’t shown up after school had let out, and that anxiety grew exponentially as the hours ticked by. He’d tried calling his brother in between reading comic books and texting his new friend (he’d gotten Zach’s number the second day of school, and they’d been sending each other memes in the weeks since), only to be met with his familiar voice mail. 

        “Hello, you’ve reached Hisashi Shigaraki, I can’t come to the phone right now, please leave your message after the tone.”

        His brother’s familiar, overly formal voice did absolutely nothing to soothe his nerves. Each time he heard that monotone phrase he felt his frustration and anxiety grow alongside a steadily worsening headache.

        Tomura crawled out of bed once he heard the familiar creak of the door. Had Hisashi finally returned? He let out a hiss of pain once his feet hit the gray carpeted floor, and he reached out for a bed post to steady himself. To his annoyance, his cane had been discarded haphazardly by the door when he returned from school. He’d have to do this the stupid way, it seemed, since it was hard for him to put weight on his right leg without wanting to scream. Tomura used his arm to push himself from the bed to the dresser on the other side of the room, just barely able to catch himself on the corner before he could break his fall with his hip and add yet another colorful bruise to his collection. He leaned his weight on the nearby wall and scooped his cane up from the floor, then limped his way to the living room.

        Disappointment flooded his mind like ink to water when he saw that it was not his brother, but rather his father who had arrived at home.

        “What? No greeting?” His father said once he realized Tomura had entered the room, “I heard you took quite the fall at school today, you okay?”

        Tomura chewed on his bottom lip and shook his head, “Hisashi hasn’t come home yet.”

        Tetsuya’s brows furrowed, “He’s just a teenager, they tend to stay out late, have you tried calling him?”

        It took every shred of willpower Tomura had to keep from rolling his eyes, “I called him a bunch of times, but it keeps going straight to voicemail. I’m really worried about him, he’s never stayed out this late before!”

        “Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll call him, he won’t be able to ignore his pops after all,” Tetsuya did just that. They waited in silence for several moments before irritation fell over the man’s face like a shroud. He, too, had been sent to voicemail.

        “See what I mean?”

        “Don’t give me cheek, boy,” Tetsuya replied stiffly, though Tomura could tell the aggravation was not directed towards him, but to the situation in general.

        “I- What should we do? I tried getting a hold of his friends but they don’t know where he is! Do you think he got mugged? Kidnapped? Oh no, what if he’s in a hostage situation like the one in the capitol building last week-”

        “Tomura, take a deep breath,” after a few moments of running Tomura through breathing exercises, and Tetsuya rubbing circles into his back, his father continued, “I have a GPS tracking app installed on his phone - don’t give me that look - called Circle, I should be able to use it to find him.” Tetsuya pulled out his phone and opened the app. Tomura was annoyed to find that he was listed on there as well, though he supposed it could be helpful if he ever went missing. A photo of his brother (a school photo, taken a year ago at a chess tournament) was imposed over a map as a small icon. He was at the high school.

        Tomura’s eyes widened, “I think I know where he is.”

-@~*^*~@-

        It had happened near the end of Hisashi’s freshman year, Tomura had tagged along with his brother’s friends to the abandoned baseball field behind the school. It was a place teenagers hung out and smoked after school, since the field was obscured by overgrown eucalyptus trees. The field was empty aside from his brother’s friends by the time he and Hisashi had arrived, though Tomura could see cigarette butts on the ground, still glowing a bright orange and the air was heavy with the smell of nicotine. His heart leapt to his throat as he recognized some of the teenagers and hid behind his brother’s tall imposing form. Hisashi looked confused by his reaction, but stepped forward to greet his friends nonetheless.

        “Hey, who’s the brat you brought with you?” One of his friends, a wide set, blonde fellow in a football jersey, asked.

        Hisashi’s eyes narrowed, “My little brother, mom and dad wanted me to watch him today, we spoke about this in the group chat.”

        Tomura poked his head out from behind his brother, long hair in his face. He saw a flicker of recognition in the teenager’s eyes. Oh no.

        “That little punk is your brother, really?” the teen hopped off his perch on the rusting metal bleachers.

        Sensing the tension in the air, Hisashi moved his body to further block Tomura, his tone spoke of warning, “Excuse me, Dylan?”

        The rest of the group backed off, not wanting anything to do with the unfolding situation, but another, dark haired teenager moved to stand besides the jock. Light emitted from the teen’s fingertips. A metahuman?

        Dylan laughed, his voice all sharp edges, “Oh that’s rich, so you don’t know?!”

        Hisashi placed his hand on Tomura’s shoulder, an empty gesture of reassurance. He smiled, “And what is it, exactly, that I’m supposed to know?”

        “Well, ya see, this invalid decided to interrupt me while I was collecting my due, it was pitiful really, and I ended up with double the profit!”

        Tomura tensed, he had been walking home from school alone when he’d heard someone cry out in a nearby alleyway. He’d seen Dylan backing a young woman into the wall, knife glinting at her throat. As it turns out, intervening is futile when you’re half your attacker’s size, and he ended up getting the shit kicked out of him, the money he’d been saving for Christmas shopping stolen. His parents were quick to buy the white lies he’d spun about the confrontation when he got home, but he didn’t miss the shrewd, calculating looks his brother had shot him in the following days. Now, as he tried desperately to hide how hard he shook, he could still feel the sickening crunch of his broken nose and the familiar tear of his shoulder being ripped out of socket.

        Hisashi’s grin grew wider, somehow, and those still sitting on the bleachers inched backwards, “Really?” He took his hand off Tomura’s shoulder and stepped towards the boys, “Because I recall a discussion about who’s off limits.”

        Dylan pulled his fist back and attempted to punch Hisashi, but he dodged with ease, gripping the teen’s leg and flipping him on his ass. He blocked a kick from his other opponent and narrowly avoided a sudden beam of light.

        The boy in question looked on with wide eyes, tears blurring his vision, “Y-yes?”

        “Go home.” a stomp on Dylan’s stomach and a whimper.

        “B-but-”

        “I’m serious, go home. I’ll meet you there in a little while and we can watch your favorite movie, okay?” Hisashi looked over his shoulder, fondness and barely controlled rage fighting for dominance on his face.

        “Hey, stop ignoring me you bast-!”

        Tomura didn’t hear the rest of what he had to say as he turned tail and ran as fast as his weak legs could carry him.

        Hisashi never did return to their apartment that night, instead spending it alone in a cold holding cell. To this day Tomura could still remember the disappointment in his parents’ voices as they lectured him during his single, permitted call.

-@~*^*~@-

        Tomura was curled up on the couch cocooned in a fluffy blanket, watching Captain America: The First Avenger, when his dad and brother returned. “Why are you in gym clothes?” he blurted out without thinking. Hisashi ignored him and made a bee-line for their room, and then the shower.

        His father, however, paused by the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, “It’s a long story.”

        “I have time.”

        “Maybe when you’re older, your brother will tell you,” Tetsuya meandered into the kitchen, and sifted through the cabinet full of pots and pans with a loud clatter.

        Tomura propped his head up on the back of the couch, “Whatcha’ making?”

        “Dinner.”

        “I mean obviously, but what’s for dinner?” he asked, his question supported by a growling stomach not suited for a boy his size.

        “Food,” Tetsuya smiled at Tomura’s childish groan of frustration, “We’re having fried rice, I don’t think your mom would appreciate us having take-out again.”

        Trying to find a topic to continue the conversation, Tomura asked, “How was work?”

        “The usual but my boss, the one who runs the flower shop, wanted me to work a double shift, I told him no. I don’t get to see you boys enough as it is,” Tetsuya hummed, “Apparently one of my coworkers had a run-in with one of those damn meta-humans and had to take the day off.”

        “A metahuman? I’ve heard about them in the news but.. I don’t really know much about them,” Tomura said, curiosity itched at him. He paused the movie so that he wouldn’t miss anything, though he’d seen it dozens of times. There was a metahuman in his class, the kid always ate alone and no one ever wanted to play with him. Tomura felt bad, but didn’t really know what he could do to help.

        Tetsuya scowled, “They’re freaks of nature, that’s what! It started with that glowing baby a few decades ago and the mutations have just gotten worse and more frequent since, some of them can’t even be called human.” 

        “Is that why there’s been so many protests and stuff?”

        A chuckle, “Yeah that’s part of it, people haven’t been doing too hot after the pandemic either. Nothing like mass evictions to make the public angry,” Tetsuya started the rice cooker and walked over to the couch to ruffle his son’s hair, “At least you and your brother are normal, that gives us less to worry about.”

        Tomura nodded, an odd feeling twisting in his guts.  

        “So what’re you watching?”

        “Captain America,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to the TV.

        “Again?” His father asked, amusement coloring his voice. Tomura flushed bright red. Before he could open his mouth to respond, the front door opened with a familiar creak.

        “I’m home!” His mother’s familiar voice called 

        Tetsuya visibly tensed, dread on his features, “Hello dear, how was work?”

        Hana placed her keys in a small dish on a table by the door and slipped off her jacket, “Oh it was just terrible! Some woman came into the salon today, she raised a massive fuss and kept asking to speak to our manager when we wouldn’t let her use an expired coupon.”

        “Was her name Karen?” Tomura quipped. Both of his parents shot him a baffled look.

        Tetsuya walked over to his wife and embraced her, placing a kiss on her soft cheek. He whispered something in her ear and she paled, giving him a nod, “I’ll talk to him about it after Tomura goes to bed.”

        Dinner later that night was terse and awkward. Something unsaid hung in the air, and Hisashi opted to slide his fried rice around his plate with his fork rather than eat. Tomura, on the other hand, shoveled his food quickly and excused himself from the table. He couldn’t stand it when his family got like this, it had happened before, a few times when he was really young, and the night after Hisashi had gotten home after the incident. He knew what it meant as he shut his bedroom door behind him and slid into bed, pulling the covers over his head. Sure enough, shouts flooded into his room from the kitchen, and Tomura found himself falling asleep to the sounds of sobbing and the front door slamming shut.

A/N:  I'm not super happy with how this chapter has turned out, I've repeatedly read it until it feels like my eyes are going to bleed so I can avoid grammar and spelling mistakes. I'll probably catch more later and have to do small edits to the chapter. I have a crackfic that should be coming out tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Next chapter was originally supposed to be part of this one but I decided to split it to keep chapter lengths consistent. Feel free to leave a comment, I love hearing feedback.

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Side notes: part 4 is here! woot woot!  bokuto and muda are my quaratine moods, lol. i’m almost done completing the story and don’t worry about akaashi. he’ll be back before you know it!

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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜

Bokuto stuck his tongue out like an impatient child, yet he did answer the question correctly in a matter of fact tone. When I told him he mixed up the graphs on his latest quiz, his hair flopped downward just like it did when we saw him lose his first volleyball game in junior high.

Finally, after explaining and drawing a few examples of each equation, I felt the fatigue from today’s events catch up to my body.

“Alright, let’s head back to my apartment so I can finish going over some sample graph equations for parabolas and hyperboles, yeah?” I placed my bag on my shoulder signaling him to do the same.

Bokuto nodded when he let go of my hand to stifle a yawn; he took my thermos for me when I stood up and began to walk outside the cafe. He followed my lead in exiting the cafe. Once we were a few steps away from the mini-cafe, the soft glow of the city lamps outside the neighborhood created a silhouette outlining the chairs on the outdoor partition (patio deck).

“Hey, hey hey,” Bokuto said in his raucous tone. “Don’t think you’re gonna walk way ahead of me so I don’t get to hold your hand, Muda-chan!”

I shushed him by turning around and placing a closed fist against his chest. It landed with a soft thud and swish against his club jacket. He raised up both of his arms like the actors do in police dramas.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I can’t focus when you’re being both fiercely adorable and incredibly gorgeous right now.”

I dropped my arm and placed it on my side before Bokuto’s blush tinted his ears. Date someone who makes you feel like you’re missing all the arrows in a round of Dance Dance Revolution (home edition), was something I heard Bokuto say to Akaashi in our first year at Fukurodani. I chose to forgive his comments because he was trying to make up for the fact that he didn’t know my ranking was just as high in the local prefectural archery tournaments as his is in our city for volleyball.

Currently, Bokuto placed both hands in his track suit pockets and we headed toward my apartment building. As fate would have it, we arrived back at a decent hour. My mom was still awake organizing the mail and making a short grocery list to take with her to work.

“You’re home early. It’s nearly nine o’clock in the evening. Thank you for walking with her Bo-kun. If you want to stay over tonight, you can like you normally do when you get lost jogging around this part of the city. You’re both free from club practice since it’s the weekend.”

“Mom, please,” I groaned. I rolled my eyes while Bokuto was ushered into the kitchen to taste test a few macarons from our neighbor across the hall. When she excused herself for the night, she was more teasing in saying “studying first means you flirt later,” glances at Bokuto who seemed to have gained a rapport with her. He sat down at the kitchen counter while I told him to wait a moment while I rummaged around the bedding closet to procure a blanket and pillow set.

“Here,” I said, handing him the pillow. He hung on to it the same way I would a teddy bear, but he put it on the edge of the couch in the living room. The entertainment center was on my mother’s extra chores list after helping in baking tomorrow’s dessert for the week. I placed the blanket on the couch behind us. I noticed he was standing up with a small smile. It was one of his fans’ favorites.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. My mom knew it was going to be too late for you to go home anyways, so she made some space for you.”

Now it was my turn to yawn first. I was so exhausted from dealing with the workload of my classes, plus with the student council’s news, I was just over school as a whole tonight. The next thing I knew, I had begun leaning too far forward and Bokuto caught me in a loose embrace in time to change his center of gravity in case we would fall in the living room. I liked the way he repositioned himself and pressed me into his chest. My arms were squished to my sides and I had to wiggle myself out of my friend’s embrace. I saw him purse his lips together like a child when he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You don’t like being hugged by me?” he whined. I held my hand up for him when I took a step back toward my kitchen table where I took out my notebook and calculus textbook.

“I’m not used to you being this affectionate around me,” my tone in my voice became light with laugher bubbling up in my throat.

“Usually Akaashi or Kaori-san are the ones who cheer me up since you’re always either asleep or playing video games Kotaro, that’s all.”

“Ah, OK. I thought you didn’t like my hugs. Yours usually cheer me up when I mess up at practice!” he replied. He let out a sigh of relief shortly thereafter and joined me in placing his trigonometry textbook and notebook on the table. At the very least, I was relieved we were free from both of our club activities and classes tomorrow; he and I both became hyper aware of our closeness for the first time. I didn’t always hang out with Bokuto alone since Akaashi and other members of the team would include me in shopping trips after away matches. There was a whole bookshelf in my room dedicated to little knick knacks the managers bought me or cool birds of prey stationary scattered about my manga collection.

“I’m gonna go to bed. We’ve both had a long day, so don’t stay up too late either,” my tone was assertive, yet I knew he would still wake up around six in the morning to go for a run around the neighborhood.

“By the way,” I said when I was in the hallway leading to my room to the left of the kitchen. I flicked the lightswitch to turn on the light. “If you happen to go for a run tomorrow morning and get lost, call me and I’ll meet you at the cafe from earlier.”

“I won’t get lost! I might get distracted by the sweets,” Bokuto explained. His voice naturally cracked when he whined the more he annoyed he became. Of course there were times in our first year when Akaashi was asked to find him because Bokuto took a wrong turn on more than one occasion.

“You would wind up at the ice cream shop near my dad’s place,” I reminded him. Although I live with my mother, my parents were separated for months at a time since my father was a city architect for our prefecture. Typically on the nights before the away games Bokoto and Akaashi would play, my dad would come pick me up in the company car and we’d make a whole father-daughter weekend out of it. My mom and I spoke to him often, but to be fair, my text conversations with my dad were sometimes the funniest things. He’d send me memes about his job one of his coworkers shared, the really funny ones I shared with Akaashi since I think Bokuto wouldn’t get the joke (it happened more than twice, so I just keep those memories with me).

“It was raining so hard, I couldn’t see!”

“I had to come find you because Akaashi was worried you’d miss your last train home. I think it was the second time you stayed over because the storm got worse. My mom had to baby you because you were so embarrassed. Good night Ko.”

#no risk no reward #haikyu!! fiction #fukurodani vbc and archery club #oc & ot3s #a gal & 2 best buds #let's write a short story because i'm a hoot

[yansterrr]

Edited:

If you’re reading this.. please know that I miss you so dearly with all my heart. And I’m heartbroken every single second of the day. I can never get you out of my mind and it seems like I never will. Last night my family was up til 6am watching my brother’s race and they were so proud of him because he won. My sister asked if his girlfriend was there too and they said yes. At that moment I was on the verge of breaking down a million times over. Because I got jealous. We were supposed to celebrate our achievements together and be there through the good and bad times we have. It was supposed to be you and me. We were supposed to grow together and build our lives together, not apart. I was so ready and I still am to support your career even if it means I won’t be getting attention from you. I still am so ready to do right by you everyday and to love you with all that I am. I’m so ready to prove myself to you. You once promised me that our love will always be strong enough. And I know it is.

If you’re reading this.. know that I miss everything about you. The way your arms wrap around my body when your head is on my chest. The way your eyes are half-closed when you sleep. The way you put your legs on mine when my body temperature is too hot for you to cuddle into. The way you wipe my sweat from my hair and face when it gets too hot. The way you reassure me that everything’s going to be fine without saying a word by just running your hands through my hair when I’m on your chest feeling completely sick and helpless. The way you look at me and talk to me with such kindness while putting your hand on the side of my face when I’m sad and beg you for forgiveness like when I broke your laptop and I was on your stomach looking you straight in the eyes and you lovingly told me “it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” The way you hug me so tight when you see a cockroach and ask me to do something about it. The way that one little grey hair of yours seems to stand often - you look so cute. The way you hate when you don’t blowdry your hair because it gets too curly when I find it aboslutely adorable. The way you’re so smart that you rub it in sometimes (actually all the time). The way you send me memes and articles and everything like that. The way we express our joy/disgust about something because we always had the same views about what’s right and what’s wrong. We always were connected, we were always on the same wavelength, and there was never a need to explain ourselves to each other. The way you’re so dedicated to your career. The way you ask me for my opinion on how you’re dressed even though you’ll just tell me “you’re just saying that cause you’re my boyfriend” even when I think you look absolutely gorgeous and adorable in everything you wear. The way you tell me you think you gained weight or that you feel fat when in fact you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever set my eyes on and you’re perfect any way you are. The way you get so lazy after a long day when you get home and ask me to do and get everything for you. The way our bodies seem to perfectly fit with each other when we cuddle. The way you wake up next to me because of the drool coming out of your mouth. The way your eyebrows wrinkle when you’re so focused on something. The way you bring me breakfast cause you know I always skip breakfast. The way we’re so comfortable with each other that we use the bathroom together, pick our noses in front of each other, and even shared a toothbrush together. The way your hands feel holding mine. The way you sing. The way you address me by the nicknames and petnames you give me. And the way we have so many inside jokes that we can spend hours just laughing so hard until we can’t breathe. I miss your laugh, your smile, your humour, your voice, your eyes, your scent, everything. If I were to name everything I love and miss about you, there wouldn’t be enough words in the world to say it.

I miss making plans with you. I miss taking you on dates and arguing for who’s gonna pay the bill. I miss you teasing me. I miss working so hard to make you feel good even if that means I’m all sweaty and don’t get to feel good like you...if you know what I mean. Let that be a testament to how much I want to sacrifice for you because of my love for you.. for your happiness over my own. I miss driving and holding your hand. I miss when you rub the side of my face or feed me when I drive. I miss falling asleep with you and on you. I miss missing you from the moment we say our goodbye’s at 4am when I leave to go home and you always asking me to call when I’ve arrived safely and then doing this everyday. I miss coming over late at night knowing you’re tired or sleepy just to do nothing but sleep beside you. It’s always worth the drive. I miss picking you up and I always look forward to doing that because my heart beats so fast every time I see you walk out that building. In that moment, I fall in love one million times over because of how stunning you look. I always feel like I’ve hit the jackpot when I look at you. I miss looking at you. You’re so beautiful and I mean it everytime I say it. Not only on the outside but especially on the inside. I miss walking and taking care of Bella with you as if she’s our child because it gives me a glimpse of just how good of a mom you’ll be. I miss how we spend so much time looking for new things to watch all the time. I miss being weird, making weird noises, and saying weird jokes with you. I miss watching videos you like watching with you so I can learn about what you like and talk to you more about it like make up, drama, or kpop videos. I miss how competitive you get playing video games even when you get angry at me. I miss when we fight because atleast I know it’s with you and we’re in it together. I miss how it’s never a dull moment with you. I miss the way your lips feel against mine. I miss kissing you on your nose and forehead and every part of your body that you hate about yourself but which I absolutely adore. I miss how you love me.. I miss all of you. I miss you I miss you I fucking miss you! I’m so hurt and I hate myself. But I guess what I’m trying to say is that despite what you might be feeling right now, we were real. We are real. All these moments we shared together were as genuine as it could be. Only you can make me feel this way and only you have been making me feel this way for the past 9 months. I’ve met thousands of people throughout my life and not even my best friends make me feel the way you do. Nothing was forced, nothing was out of desperation, nothing out of regret or malice. Just pure, unconditional love. No hidden agendas. No superficiality. And I hope you cherish them.. because I fucking miss you and I’m a mess and I know that I hurt you and I’m not expecting to be forgiven. But if the day ever comes where you want to reach out to me, please just do. I’ll always be right here, just a message or call away. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like this. I love you so much. I miss you so much. I’m so sad. I’ll always keep you in my heart and I hope you do the same. While I might’ve done you wrong, please don’t let my mistake define who I am. Because behind everything, I’m still the boy who you love. I’m still the same person you were with yesterday, last week, last month. Please don’t let my mistake define me. I know you know how it feels to make a mistake you regret and just wish never happened. A mistake where you should’ve known how to act. So please don’t think of me as a bad person because of my mistakes and hold it over my head. I’m disgusted, ashamed, disappointed with myself and I sincerely apologize for how I acted. Think of me of how I am.. how we are when we’re together. Because that is the real me and I’ve never felt more like myself than when I’m with you. It always is you and it will always be about you. And I love you. Through and through.. even if you don’t feel the same about me.

So whenever you question my feelings for you, I hope you come back to read this. I know my words might seem questionable but I know that I’ve proved how much I love you by the way I acted towards you. I truly never put this much effort and love into a person. I don’t think I ever will again. I hope you know that I’m always here for you when you’re ready to talk, whenever that is. You’re still my best friend and it’s so difficult having so much I want to tell you about what’s happening in my day just to hold it back because I can’t talk to you. And I miss you so much too. I’m so sad. So if you’re reading this, I love you and I miss you so much.

[gorocult]

Incognito

Hidekane Week 2017 - Day 6 ––– Cinnamon / Visiting Festival Vendors / Ugly Christmas Cake/ Author: ayainu Summary: Prince Hide and his attendant Kaneki sneak out of the palace to go into town in disguise. (From a Royalty AU @glittery-meme-rabbit and I have been working on for a while) Warnings: fluff and Washuu Hide Rating: Teen Title: Incognito

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“We’re going out!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“We are going out to town to have some fun Ken!”

Hide was bright and loud in the quiet surroundings of the prince’s chambers.

“How in the world did you get the king’s permission?”

“I didn’t!”

“You… didn’t?”

“I didn’t, we’re going undercover.”

“Undercover?”

“Why are you so slow today Ken, we’re going to sneak out!”

“Oh my god, your majesty we absolutely mustn’t!” Kaneki was horrified.

“Like you mustn’t be here in the prince’s bedroom on his bed dead into the night?” Hide teased.

Kaneki blushed. “Okay then have it your way your highness..” Kaneki grumbled but there was a sweet smile on his face.

“Sweet, I prepared clothes for us to look as inconspicuous as possible,” Hide said, kneeling to pull a box from underneath his bed.

Hide pulled the lid off of the box and pulled the garments out, then proceeded to throw them at Kaneki’s poor sprawled and unsuspecting form.

“That’s surprisingly almost ideal..” Kaneki ran his hands over the shabby cloths. “I underestimated your disguise skills, I beg your forgiveness your highness.”

“I know you just want to tease me, you don’t have to pretend it’s a compliment.” Hide pouted.

“Part of the truth, I must admit,” Kaneki grinned. A few months back he couldn’t have possibly imagined himself talking to the prince like that. Even if a few months further back he used to be a prince himself.

“What’s the rest of it then?” Hide grins right back.

“Your wit isn’t half bad.”

“A heartfelt compliment?” Hide clutched his chest in mock emotion.

“A little slip up to lift your spirits, I know why you want to go out.” Kaneki’s expression morphed into a serious mask.

“Do you now?” Hide’s grin fell and his lips pressed together into a thin line.

“Which one of them was it this time?” Kaneki was angry, even if he shouldn’t be towards the royal family sheltering him.

“The old pervert talked shit on my mom.”

“Hey..” Kaneki spread his arms out for Hide to collapse into them. “All they can do is talk, you know that.”

“I know, it just- it just pisses me off so much..”

Kaneki didn’t know how to comfort him so he just pat his head.

“Some of the servants were talking about a festival going on for this week, they say there will be street performers and dancers coming all the way from the Naaga tribes in the western mountains!“ Kaneki suddenly supplied and Hide smiled.

“That sounds amazing! I can’t wait!” Hide was vibrating with excitement and Kaneki’s state was no better. Kaneki loved doing things with Hide, it didn’t matter what they were doing, everything they did together was fun.

“I’m hungry!” Hide grumbled and the sudden exclamation drew a chuckle out of Kaneki.

“Dinner is going to be served in about an hour your highness..” Kaneki knew better than to ask Hide to wait but he could at least try. “It’s best that you don’t spoil your appetite.”

“Just sitting on the same table as a handful of reptiles is enough to spoil it, Ken.”

“While you’re not wrong..” Kaneki started then cut himself with a sigh when he took a look at Hide’s face. “Come.”

Hide took the hand extended towards him happily and followed Kaneki. While the palace was a vipers’ pit, it was undeniably beautiful. The winding corridors were all extravagant, banners of royal deep green silk hung on the walls, bearing the Washuu crest. An elegant pattern beneath their feet, engraved into the ebony marble. Every other step a huge painting hung on the walls, or a nondescript marble bust stood on a pedestal. Sometimes an expensive vase stood on a pedestal instead of a bust.

One corridor in particular though, Hide found suffocating. Portrait after portrait of Washuu hung, each next to their respective swords and armor. The deep emerald of the royal family covered the room like moss, it drowned out any of the beautiful ebony that the marble floors held. When they reached the final painting, a painting of Matsuri, his half brother, he felt like all the eyes of the other portraits bore into him. The space next to Matsuri’s oil painted face was empty, his face would be there once he’s come to age. On his 21st birthday there would be a sword in his hand and a portrait of his face hung in here.

Hide took a deep breath when they finally exited the suffocating hallway and turned to a set of spiraling stairs with ornate railings, forged no doubt from the finest bronze in the kingdom. Kaneki led him down the deep emerald carpeted steps and then through a few more corridors before the delicious smell of food hit his nostrils.

“Chef Shinohara!” Hide greeted when he stepped into the huge kitchen. Shinohara looked up in surprise from the dough he was beating on the smooth marble counter.

“Your highness!” Shinohara greeted back with a warm smile that made the skin beside his eyes crinkle. “What do we owe this visit? Hungry?”

“Absolutely famished,” Hide whined and Kaneki stifled soft laughter behind his palm.

“Oh no, what kind of cook would I be if I let my prince starve!” It was always this excuse that he used to spoil Hide.

“How’s the protégé thing going, Mr. Shinohara?” Kaneki made effort to be polite.

“Oh Juuzou? He’s a piece of work for sure,” Shinohara chuckled gruffly, piling more and more on Hide’s plate the more as the boy ate. “But he’s a good boy, and he’s an amazing cook.”

“You’ve always had a soft spot for troublesome children Chef,” Hide said through a mouthful of food, kissing all basic etiquette goodbye.

Shinohara laughed heartily, “Normal snotty nosed rich children are no fun.”

“But I’m rich!” Hide protested.

“And you used to be very snotty nosed,” Kaneki found himself adding before slapping both hands on his mouth.

Hide just laughed, hard. “A rare slip, thank your stars you could witness this moment in the flesh Chef.”

Shinohara just laughed harder, all the way from his stomach, deep and hearty. Kaneki hid his flaming face in his hands.

After Hide was finally done eating, which was at least half a pot of what Shinohara cooked, they left to kill some time before dinner (As in: Kaneki read as Hide watched and annoyed him).

By dinner time both were quite full so that, to Hide’s amusement, put a knot between Tsuneyoshi’s eyebrows.

When they excused themselves to retire to their rooms Hide let out a relieved sigh. It was quite frustrating, watching Hide deal with his family of insufferable snakes and not being able to help. Well help the situation, but he could help lift Hide’s spirits.

“So, first light tomorrow?”

“We ride at the first crack of dawn.”

“Stop trying to sound like a war general, your highness.”

“Fine. We put our diabolical plan into motion before the birds rise from their slumber. We mustn’t be seen by the guards lest we may be put to the guillotine.”

“Don’t make it sound like we’re trying to kidnap a princess, your highness.”

Hide sighs and gives Kaneki a look of faux exasperation. “We wake up early and ride for the town so we don’t get caught sneaking out of the palace. Better?”

“Much better, we should go to sleep now your majesty. You must be tired and we need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“There might be better ways to court a prince, Ken..”

Kaneki rolled his eyes. “You’re not even allowed to get courted yet your highness.”

“That’s just because that perverted old man is worried I’ll steal all the courtiers and nobles in his court.”

“Does you being only fifteen have nothing to do with it?”

“Of course not,” Hide huffed indignantly. “And I’m turning 16 soon.”

“Is 10 months soon to you, your highness?”

“You just love to ruin my fun don’t you?”

“Not at all, please perish the thought.”

“Mhmm,” Hide just glares at him with no real malice in his eyes.

“Alright, let’s go to sleep now, it’s gotten quite late.”

“Okay,” Hide drags the last syllable in a pouty manner.

It was, as per usual, Kaneki that woke up first.

“Your highness! Wake up, we need to get ready!”

“Five more minutes…” Hide grumbles.

“We absolutely can’t afford that your highness! Any more and the servants will wake up. You know it’s hard enough to deal with the guards on post!”

“Ugh,” Hide groans and finally sits up and rubs his eyes. “Whose stupid idea was waking up this early?”

“Yours, your highness.”

“Touché. Alright let’s get ready.”

Hide picked an airy blouse with some shabby dark pants and a brown leather belt. That left Kaneki with a thin undershirt and a worn down vest, coupled with dark pants and a leather belt similar to Hide’s.

“Perfect. Now, we can’t just look like commoners, we need to act like ones too. So none of that stuffy ‘your highness’ stuff,” Hide instructed.

“Hide…” Kaneki’s face flushed a deep shade.

“That’s what I’ve been telling you to call me for years,” Hide sighs. “Now I want to stay a commoner for life..”

“If you like it that much your high-” Kaneki cuts himself off to correct. “Hide.. I can call you that. Just not in public..”

“Really?! Yeah!” Hide fist bumped the air.

It took some sneaking around. A lot of sneaking around. It was lucky for them that the guards were at the end of their shift, Hide picked the perfect moment. The guards were tired from the night-long shift and the fresh guards were yet to arrive to take over.

They took one horse, not one from the royal stables, definitely not Hide’s pristine mare. It was one they swiped out of the servants’ stables. One that’d go unnoticed for a day.

There was a lot of blushing and a lot of awkwardness when Kaneki had to hug Hide from behind to avoid falling into the rain dampened trail. Hide’s chest was strong and warm, and curiously his heartbeat was a few beats more than what was normal. Kaneki brushed it off as the thrill of riding and the tenseness of sneaking out.

The palace never rose before the sun, it was odd seeing the town bustling with life when only the first of birds started to chirp.

The townspeople were a mix of nice, rude, and neutral. Going into town while in disguise was very interesting to Hide. It meant that people wouldn’t treat him well because he was a prince. It meant that he was one of them, and that he couldn’t take offense to something a prince would.

That meant that when he got shoved around, and when that grumpy man from the cloth stand yelled at him when he accidentally knocked a bolt of silk down, he couldn’t take offense. Thank god no one ever tried to mess with Kaneki, that, a prince or a commoner he’d take offense to. Great offense.

Time passed them by really fast. They didn’t notice it was already late until torches started to light up and stands were set. A carriage with dancers in tribal wear arrived along with a wagon full of musicians.

It didn’t take long for the streets to get crowded. When someone shoved Hide and he almost lost Kaneki in the sea of people, he decided that logically it was best they held hands. And of course that was the only reason. Of course he wasn’t blushing and his hand wasn’t sweating.

“Woah look at that!” Hide exclaimed and pointed to a stand full of carved wood to take back whatever dignity he had after flushing like a maiden over holding hands. It wasn’t even the first time they’ve done that, not even close.

“Wow, look at the fox it’s really pretty!” Kaneki marveled at a well sculpted wooden fox charm.

“Let’s buy matching ones!” Hide smiled and Kaneki shook his head quickly.

“Y-You don’t have to..” Kaneki blushed.

So cute.. Hide thought but only said, “don’t worry about it!”

“The dancing show is starting!” Hide heard people around him exclaim.

“Let’s go! I’ve never seen a naaga traditional dance!” Kaneki was really excited for once.

Hide’s heart almost burst.

The dance was mesmerizing, a once in a lifetime experience, but at that moment Hide found his eyes drawn to Kaneki and Kaneki alone. Watching him follow the dancers with amazement, his eyes wide, his face flushed and a wide smile on his lips was enough to make his heart lurch out of his chest.

His hand squeezed Kaneki’s minisculely tighter and Kaneki, almost automatically squeezed right back.

They were both reluctant to put that magical night to an end, but their absence would be noticed if they were gone any longer, dinner was mandatory and missing it would mean questions. A lot of them.

On the ride back the discomfort from before was gone, and Kaneki found himself melting to Hide’s back, exhaustion taking over, making him lean fully on the other. Kaneki let his eyes flutter shut but his grip on Hide’s torso was consistently strong.

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