inuyasha, chapter 78: 50 years ago Kikyo was killed and it was half my fault, because I didn’t believe in her.. and that’s why i can’t forget about Kikyo. But Kagome is Kagome, and there’s no replacement for you. I like seeing you smile Kagome, and when i’m with you … it’s like i feel relieved.
the fandom: he’s clearly treating her as a side hoe. kagome deserves a man who really loves her.
Story Summary: It began as an attempt to keep Kevin safe. You barged into his fraternity and intimidated everyone in sight, looking for that bastard Sam Winchester. You’re quickly distracted from the main mission when a pair of blue eyes and a soft smile catches your attention.
Chapter Summary: You’re on a mission: Kick Sam Winchester’s ass. Sadly, his frat brothers won’t tell you where he is.
Warnings: language, smoking, mention of weed, mention of hazing. WARNING: Sam’s a scadouche in this fic, my bad g.
Word count: 1800+
A/N: IT WAS A ONE SHOT I PROMISE I'UNNO WHAT HAPPENED *sobs softly* (It’ll be three chapters, tops!) Tags at the bottom!
Kevin shifts awkwardly as you knock on the door, shooting you a concerned look. “It’s not that serious –”
“No no no, it’s that serious to me,” you say, resisting the urge to grab Kevin’s hand in yours. A tall, brown-eyed boy wearing a snapback hat and a Bob Marley sweater cracks open the door, a puff of smoke wafting out as he does. With a lazy smile, he waves a blunt at you, flinching as you point an accusing finger at him.
“The baby’s not mine, condom squad,” he says, glancing down. Frowning, you shake your head.
“Are you Sam Winchester?” you growl, gaining a groan from Kevin.
“No, but close. I’m Gunner Lawless, eldest of the Lawless men.” He bangs on his chest, letting out a high pitched scream that makes you flinch back. Pausing, Gunner scratches his head. “Well, like, besides my dad and shit.”
“Show me Sam,” you say. Gunner glances between you and Kevin, drawing his eyebrows together.
“Pledge Kev, tell your girlfriend to chill –”
“NOW,” you snap, making both men flinch.
“What’s the problem here?” a rasping voice says from inside. You push past Gunner, dragging Kevin along with you. A blue eyed man puts out a cigarette in an ashtray, tossing it to the side with a smirk. “She’s cute pledge Kev,” he says, slicking a hand through his hair. You scrunch your nose at the compliment, staring around the house. It wreaks of sweat and bad decisions; you can tell that many mistakes have been made by the stains on the floor alone. The blue eyed man clears his throat, extending his hand. “I’m Castiel, call me Cas –”
it’s the next big comic con. lauren is fielding questions. someone asks about “laith.” her face lights up. she is finally proud of us. it took us over a year but we have finally seen the light. she throws us some laith-y bones as a token of gratitude. she elaborates on how they’re 100% compatible now. we rejoice. all is well in the world.
it’s the next big comic con. lauren is fielding questions. someone reminds her that “laith” never became a thing. she continues to be disappointed in us. we are ungrateful and lazy and set in our ways at the expense of our own happiness. she does not throw us any bones at all. she insists that they are still not 100% compatible and refuses to discuss it further. we cry. all is terrible in the world.