pretty not pity

catfruits  asked:

Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.

-

Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.

-

It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.

-

“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

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my gemsona, labradorite

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Dr. Blake. Shirtless. Sort of. Part of a series of shirtless detectives.

i learned today that the “lion” in jojolion comes from the greek tale of pygmalion and his statue so that’s pretty cool??

Ch 18 little details I liked

I liked how Sangwoo asked Bum to come out of the closet in very polite request form (”Will you please come out?”) while holding Jieun on her knee in a headlock. He speaks to Jieun in informal language throughout, including calling her the dehumanizing “you stupid thing” (이 멍청한 것아). It’s like he purposely degrades Jieun and elevates Bum physically, emotionally and morally throughout this chapter.

He continues to build up the dynamic by giving Bum express authority in the situation when Jieun lashes out threatening Sangwoo. He tells Jieun, “if you’re begging because you want to live, then say it to Bumie-hyung…” which implies Bum is the one in control of her life. (though Bum really doesn’t have a choice lol? But it’s the thought that counts, I guess)

And when he was preaching at Jieun about being superficial, and how inner beauty lasts forever, I think he was implying a contrast between her and Bum… that despite his outward appearance, Bum is superior to her because he’s a better person on the inside.

Lastly, where Sangwoo talks about how people wouldn’t be able to call Jieun pretty and would be disgusted/pity her, I liked what I perceived as the ambiguity of his line. What he says is literally “If we showed your fractured (in many pieces) appearance to people, could they then truly call you pretty?” which could perhaps imply that she’s multifaceted or two-faced? But because it’s juxtaposed with a panel of him grabbing a knife, I understood the line as “If we showed your appearance, carved into pieces, to other people…” as in literally mutilated. It seems to reaffirm his point that outward appearance is “weak and fleeting” since it can be destroyed so easily with a knife.

I suppose there is an underlying contrast is again with Bum, whose character (his love for Sangwoo) seems unshaken in Sangwoo’s eyes even despite the physical mutilations he suffered. Bum’s inner “beauty” seems more durable than Jieun’s outward beauty.

soo yeah basically I really liked this chapter, Koogi is an amazing writer and artist.

justareader  asked:

Amrita darling, after hesitating for a little time, I'm asking you for prompts (I should do that again on my blog too when I'll have some time), so I chose : 1. “Are you sure about this?” 2. “Is that your phone or you’re happy to see me?” and 34. “Remind me why I still love you” and oh god that one 'cause I'm sure it would be so fun !! => 66. “Remember Istanbul?”. Thanks sweetie 😘💗

Yes , you should totally do it(when you have the time) . It is pretty fun . 

A/N - I am not sure about this . Tell me what you feel though . Also pls don’t send any prompts for the next 3 days . Thank you . 

”Are you sure about this.”
“Is that your phone or are you happy to see me.”
“Remind me why I still love you.”
“Remember Istanbul.”


Remember Istanbul?”, you ask trying your hardest not to giggle .

“Oh god. Please don’t remind me .” Bucky said putting his hands up .

You were out there on a mission . After successfully completing the mission you returned back to the hotel . You and Bucky stayed in the same room while Steve and Nat in the other . You were getting in on . Bucky deep inside you, fucking you against the wall ,both still clad in your uniforms , when you hear commotion outside . Steve had come knocking on the door , saying that the mission wasn’t complete yet and that they followed us back here . Bucky had to pull out of you and put his pants back on , while he was still super hard , and very close to cumming .

He fought all while with a ruined orgasm and sat through hours of flight just like that . He couldn’t get off . It was pretty painful . And honestly you pitied him . He had to fucking fight like that .

After getting home , you helped him clean him .He hissed every time you touched him down there .

But later you guys had the best sex you have ever had . And since then you thought maybe edging had something to do with it .

And it was stuck in your mind since then . You wanted to try it . Obviously not torture him like that , but just mildly edging before giving in and fucking him the way  he deserves .

“So …I was thinking …” you start .

He hummed continuing to scroll through his phone .

“Like …if you are okay with it …why not..try edging.”, you looked up hopeful .

“Hell no . I am not doing that shit again.” He stood up as he started walking to your room from the living room .

“Bucky!!! Remember the sex we had after . It was amazing . I know you felt amazing.”You said as you followed him .

“Yeah , but I had to suffer for hours.”

“I am not going to torture you for hours obviously . Just edge once , then fuck .”
“I don’t know Y/N .”, he said plopping on to the bed .

“Okay .”, you said and laid beside him .

It wasn’t like Bucky hadn’t thought about it , he too wanted to ask you about it . But he was scared . Scared of losing control  .Scared of getting orders .

He knew you didn’t mean it that way , you would never do anything to remind him of his days at HYDRA .

He trusted you . He loved you . And he trusted you to make him feel good .

That evening he decided to tell you his decision . He wanted to try it .

He came to you in the bathroom as you were washing your face , getting ready for bed .

“Hey Bucky . Looking good.”, you said when you saw him through the mirror.

He laughed at your attempt at flirting even though you have been in a relationship for 2 years .

“You look better doll.” He wrapped his arms around you , and buried his face in your neck , inhaling your scent .

Is that your phone or are you just happy to see me?”, you asked as you felt the outline of his hard cock against your bum through his trousers .

He chuckles and kisses your neck gently . The kisses trailed along your collarbone , and you moaned his name when he bit at your sweet spot .

“You know…I was thinking .” He turned you over so that you were facing him .

You hummed telling him to continue.

“About what we were talking about this morning.”
“Really?”
“Yes . So…I wanted to give it a try .”

“Bucky..you don’t have to…”
“I want to .” He said confidently .

Are you sure about this?”

You knew why it might be hard for Bucky . You never wanted him to fell like he was conditioned and was being ordered . So you had to be sure that he was doing it because he wants to and not because you want to .

“Yes .Completely.”

You stood on your toes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before taking his hand in his .

You asked him to get naked and pointed to the bed .

Now both of you naked , Bucky lying in the middle of the bed , you couldn’t help but admire his beauty . A man who has been through so much is still so gentle .You were lucky to have him , and lucky to be loved by him .

You were going to worship him the way he deserves .

You spread his thighs as you settled between them .  You licked a long strip from his frenulum to the tip of his cock and his muscles instantly tightened .

“Relax Bucky .”, you say as you rub your hands on his torso .

He let out a breath he was holding as he nodded .

“I want you to enjoy it . I want you to fell it . I want you to feel my tongue sliding over your cock , my mouth warm around you . Just close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling.”

You take the base of his cock in your hands as you run circles around his slit . He let out small huffs of breath . You pulled down his foreskin as you slowly took his head in your mouth . You lightly sucked at it before cupping his balls .

You massaged them , while slowly bobbing your head very slowly over his tip  .

“Y/N ..”, he moaned when he felt you taking him deeper into your mouth .

“You like that baby.”, you asked looking up to him .

“Hmmm, feels so good .”, he says looking down at you .

You took him as far as you could , moaning around his length as your hand on his balls tightened .

The vibrations from your moan and the pressure on his balls made him jerk up and pushed deeper into you .

“Mmm, baby . You have got to behave . I’ll give you what you want .”

You say , pulling him out your mouth, your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth , and soaking his dick .

You sat on your knees and took him in your hands . You started stroking him and up and down slowly , increasing your pace every 5 pumps .

“Oh god , just like that baby .”, he moaned .

You could see he was close . He eyebrows were furrowed , concentrating on the feeling in his abdomen , his abs flexing , his hands holding the sheets tight .

Sloppy ,wet sounds , filling the room , making you wetter by the second  .

“Don’t stop , don’t stop , fuck fuck fuu…..”

You removed your hand from his dick and sat back , not letting him cum . His eyes opened in irritation , as his hand reached down to his cock . You took his hands in your hands and put them behind his head , straddling him .

He groaned loudly in frustration.

Remind me why I still love you.” , he said short of breath . You just chuckled .

“Bucky …breath .”, you said firmly .

He squirmed beneath you trying to get some friction from your body .

“Bucky , shhh.”

You say rubbing your hands over his chest trying to calm him down .

His heaving chest came back to normal as he breathing regulated .

“Good boy . So good for me .”

You takes his lips into a kiss . You kiss him softly , and slowly enter your tongue into his mouth before starting to move your hips over his cock .

Your pussy lips lined perfectly against his cock . You juices leaking onto him, making it even more slick .

His put his hands on your hips , guiding your movements . You let him . Your licked the top of his mouth and bit his lip as you aligned yourself over his tip .

You slowly sank onto him , releasing a long moan of his name .

“Hmmmm , feels so good .” He moaned feeling your warmth around him , feeling you clench around him cock disappeared into you .

You put your hands on his chest for support before pulling up and taking him in again . You started bouncing on him , while also grinding , pleasure seeping through your nerves .

“Fuuuck , you feel so good Bucky .”, you moaned out as you fucked him harder , his tip grazing your spot with every thrust .

“You are so tight baby . I can’t last much longer .”He groaned , and his fingers tightened around your waist , definitely leaving marks .

He started matching your rhythm by thrusting into you upwards , hard .
“Y/N…so close.”
“No …hold on a little .” , you said trying to reach your release .

“Y/N…”, he whined .

“Bucky . You will cum only when I say .”
He turned you over in a heartbeat and started thrusting into you like crazy . The hard sound of his balls hitting your ass filled the room , smell of sex and your juices filled your senses , combined with Bucky’s moans and grunts against your ear .

You grabbed his hair tightly as you came .
“Cum.”, you said .

With one last hard thrust he emptied himself inside you completely .

He got off of you , laying next to you .

“You didn’t behave Bucky.”, you say breaking the silence.

“What?? Of course I did.”, he argued.

“No. You turned me over . I will have to teach you a lesson babe .”


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the neighborly thing to do

Written for @rebelcaptainprompts #12 - Distraction. 

Read it on ao3

Cassian wasn’t the type to get to know his neighbors. That’s not to say he was impolite. He’d nod in the courtyard and lend people sugar and sign for a package if need be. Other than that, he didn’t feel the need to befriend any of these people.

Until he sees the new girl moving into 102, right next door to him.

He’s immediately distracted from the work in his hand.

It’s not just that she’s cute. (She’s definitely cute.) There’s just something about her that pulls at him. Maybe it’s the combat boots or the “rebel” shirt. Maybe it’s her bright green eyes, or the fact that she’s moving in completely on her own. Either way, he feels the need to offer to help.

“I can manage just fine on my own,” she huffs at him, after he finally gets her attention.

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yetanothergreyjedi  asked:

You are a great story teller!! May I ask what happened with fire coral?

Thank you! And oh my word the fire coral was a mistake. Ok here goes

So, once again in mexico, the year before the parrot and sting ray incident.

Im chillin in the ocean, swiming out as far as i dare while not losing sight of the shore. My family prefers relaxing in the sun.

(My fact. My mom and I are Metis, she has way darker skin than me. I got more of my dad so i look as white and pasty as it gets. Because of this my mom almost never burns, she just gets darker and darker, to the point where locals in mexico would stop and ask for directions in spanish and mom would just be like “yo im canadian cant help good luck bud”)

I, being the adventure teen i am, don my goggles and set out into the beautiful ocean. Im bobbing in and out of waves, jumping on the biggest ones and riding them back to shore like a dolphin. (When i was in Peru i almost tipped a boat by making dolphin noises which caused everyone to flock to my side of the boat)

So im out there pretty far and there’s this pitiful little coral reef, barely hanging on due to all the traffic it probably gets.

Id never seen coral before. I didnt know it was a livinf organism, i didnt know the earth relies on them so heavily to keep our ecosystem thriving, and i CERTAINLY didnt know it could burn

So i swim down, a curious little kid, and run my hands all over it. It’s this kind of orangey-red really pretty. Im like “wow, it feels like bone and–OOOOWWWWWW”

It was fire coral which sucks cause, true to its name, my hand now felt like it was on fire. I catch the next wave back to the shore and get medical attention

Moral of the story: dont mess with fire coral

Sloppy kisses

Hello, I saw that your request box is open, Can I request a Jay Park scenario where you go visit one of your closest friends at her aunt’s house…And you know her aunt very well, in fact she adores you like the daughter she never had, so one day they invite you to a family party where you meet her two sons, Jehan and Jay, and Jay and you both get shocked that you actually are close with his family since you guys have been kinda always having a thing but never official omg it’s long sorry♡thanks

Type: Super fluff

Words: +1.5k

For @leyarren

It’s so fulff i’m sorry

Let me know what you think of it

illi

Originally posted by jayfatuasian


It was June, the fresh breeze of Busan was caressing your skin while you were admiring the view from your best friend’s house.

The little pastel pink dress was dancing in the air like your long black hair.


-Heeei Y/N!!!!!! Wanna go to the beach?

You turned around, facing your best friend and nodding happily


Her name was Jimin, she was the same age as you and you both met at the cafeteria where you worked.

She had a contagious smile and the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You quickly became close, like family. The fact that you both left yours to follow your dreams in Seoul connected the two of you even more.


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anonymous asked:

so im autistic and im pretty sure i got pity hired™ and all my coworkers hate me bc im shitty at customer service but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's not my fault they hired someone who cant talk to work with customers lol i need the money & i work hard

Here’s the ryuji & yusuke roommates au literally no one asked for but you’re getting it anyway

>So how the hell does a starving artist end up rooming with an athelete-turned-punk
>The answer is right there in the question
>Yusuke is absolutely incapable of taking care of himself
>Ryuji can’t stand it
>Basically, once they all graduate, Ryuji & Yusuke are the only ones who choose not to go to college
>Well, it’s more like Ryuji hasn’t figured out what to do with his life so he’s taking a year off (he’s gonna go to college eventually he’s gotta do his momma proud) while Yusuke is taking a few courses at a nearby university, just like Futaba is (tho she’s only going as mandatory [read: Makoto] socializing practice)
>Except while Sojiro is covering Futaba’s expenses, Yusuke can barely manage to cover art AND school expenses. He forgoes eating most days.
>And it’s pretty pitiful, you know. Sojiro offered Akira’s old space when Yusuke moved out of the school dorms, but Yusuke kept burning the curry and weirding out customers, so it pretty quickly became “as soon as you find another place, please leave”
>Ryuji took pity. Say what you will about him, but Ryuji ain’t the type to not lend a helping hand. Besides, he’s been (surprise!) saving up for a place of his own for a few years already, so he’s down to have a roommate.
>Do you know how bad of an idea this turns out to be.
>Futaba bugs their apartment so she can keep track of this disaster
>She runs a blog about it
>It’s famous. And has spawned like 3 memes
>The first month isn’t too bad. Ryuji works 2 jobs so he’s gone most of the time, & Yusuke somehow manages to keep his artistic endeavors to his side of the apartment (they share a 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom with as much living space as you’d expect from a Tokyo apartment)
>Ryuji also does all the cooking. He figured out how early on, since his mom was usually out at work until dusk. Ryuji can’t cook anything fancy, & they usually just end up with veggie hotpot or ramen, but Yusuke is quick to compliment Ryuji’s skill (“And here I thought running was your only talent.” “…Thanks?????”)
>But then rent comes up
>And dividing up chores
>Things self-destruct from there
>Neither of them are the cleanlinest of people. They both prefer letting their stuff clutter in a corner or spread out on the floor. But when Yusuke’s clutter gets on Ryuji’s side or vice versa. Bitch it’s on.
>Also Yusuke almost never pays rent. He gets paid pretty well whenever his art is sold, but that’s rare & Yusuke refuses to get a job. Yusuke also does work on commission, but that requires /a lot/ of string-pulling from their friends.
>Please help these boys
>Their throats are sore from all the fighting
>They do get along sometimes tho. Ryuji gets Yusuke into video games (Yusuke loves visual novels & plays an unhealthy amount of otome). Yusuke gets Ryuji hooked on documentaries, tho Ryuji has an obvious preference for animal docs over the art docs Yusuke watches.
>Also whenever Ryuji has time off, Yusuke can sometimes drag him out of bed to go have some fun at places they both like, such as the planetarium or the monja shop