#PLEASEE THE WAY SHE WAS CRYING 😭

[hrts4lisa]

ROSÉ for Hot Ones

[raeinyourdreams]

'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader

pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader

tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.

wc: 2k!!

a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open 🫶🏻 also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language 😭 anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated

'just know these are yours now.'

you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.

you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.

on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.

obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.

up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.

so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.

"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.

"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.

"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.

but you weren't other people, you were different.

the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.

with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.

you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."

"like hell you are." "neither are you."

he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.

sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.

it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.

he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.

"nah, just came to see you.. sway."

a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.

you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.

slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.

as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.

one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.

"you're scared."

"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.

"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.

you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.

"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.

"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."

the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."

slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.

“now, these.. they��re very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and it’s leading me to you right now.” he explained. “feels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.”

the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.

“.. why me? trust me, i’m flattered, but i’m no one special, logan..” you questioned, and it made him frown.

“you are special. you're special to me.” your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. “call it what you want.. just know these are yours now.” he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.

with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.

pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.

additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan 🥰🥰 your choice 🥰🥰

taglist: @allen-444

[peachy-dove]

Hey peach darling I loveeee your work that you did with Garp 🥵❤️ please I need more!!!😭😭😭❤️

can I request a smut with Garp again with a younger female reader where she calls him daddy in bed for the first time ❤️❤️😭

Monkey. D. Garp X Fem! Reader

Who’s Your Daddy?

CW: MDNI!! 18+, Large age gap (reader is 25), Fem reader, daddy kink, nicknames like: little girl, sweet girl, etc., overstimulation, cursing, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, cum on face, hair pulling

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’m actually really excited for this, I'm glad so many people are Garp simps just like me lol, but let’s get to the good stuff!! (I finished opla and my Garp appetite is strong!) (I took forever on this cuz of college and stuff :(()

 The restaurant was beautiful. The atmosphere was great and the service was spectacular! Your lovely Gilf boyfriend Garp took you on a lovely date to celebrate your promotion to rear admiral within the navy this weekend.he reaches across the table and places his hand on yours.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart!” He grins widely at you, the sheer amount of admiration shining off his bright eyes.

 You look up at him and smile fondly at him, “Thank You Garp, I’m just happy all the extra training has been paying off!” You lift up your glass of wine and take a sip, reminiscing on the long training sessions and hours spent to become the young marine that you are today.Your lovely boyfriend supporting you the entire way with lots of special rewards and treatment.

Dinner was lovely and you allowed him to come back to your room for a “celebration” of sorts. Garp picks you up in his large hands enveloping you and touching everywhere his hands can reach.

He lays you on the bed and strips you out of your lavish dress (that he bought you by the way). His tongue frantically moved across yours while his hands worked the rest of your clothes off leaving you bare and wet only for his eyes to see. He steps back and strips off his own suit leaving his boxers on.

“I’m quite thirsty (y/n) why don’t you give me a little taste, hm?” Garp gets on the bed and his big hands pull you quickly closer to him. You let out a soft whine at the feeling of his rough hands manhandling you made your cunt drip with ecstacy. Your big strong man was gonna make it all better~ “Garp pleasee~” you cry out for his tongue on your aching sex. As your breaths drew quicker in a flash Garp had his mouth on you in an instant, loving the way you begged for him made his dick twitch and throb.

His tongue made quick work of your pussy. Dipping and diving through your folds leaving not an inch uncovered. “Garp please!” you shout out to him grinding your hips onto his face. Slick covering his beard and mouth. Garp hums at the taste of your delicious lips on his. “That’s right scream for me sweet girl~” He pulls your thighs over his broad shoulders and wraps his arms around them to keep your legs from closing. Not letting you have even a spare centimeter between him and HIS pussy. He ate at you like he was starving, the restaurant not giving him enough he wanted his dessert now.

Garp settles his tongue on your clit flicking away at the nub trying to bring you closer to your orgasm. “FUCK DADDY PLEASE!” you scream almost regrettably. It flew out of your mouth so fast you didn’t even have time to correct yourself as your hips started bucking and your juices squirted all over Garp’s smug face. He heard you and boy did he hear you loud and clear.

As you calmed down from your high you felt Garp rubbing your hip with his thumb to try and soothe you but man did you want to wipe that smirk off his stupidly sexyface! “What did you call me, little girl? You might have to repeat it for me, my hearing isn’t what it used to be~” He teased as he chuckled to himself wanting to hear it from you again.

“I didn’t say anything! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about babe’ you say as you try to pull yourself away from him but Garp’s grip on you was firm. Curse his stupid muscles! Your thoughts are soon interrupted by him licking a stripe up your sensitive pussy again. “I Know what you said honey, now I want to hear it from you again, tell Daddy what you want~” He sucks harshly on your clit again as you shiver and moan loudly “Ngh~ I-” you start to say but the pleasure is too much. You can feel the pressure in your tummy coming up again as he assaults your clit with his tongue over and over again, the overstimulation too much to bear. “Come on sweetheart you can say it~” He says as he pulls away to reposition you so that he is on his knees on the bed, and pulls your body up towards him so that you are practically upside down.

He holds your waist in making sure you don’t fall. With his other hand he rubs at your clit with his middle and index fingers feeling your hard clit throb under his ministrations. “Fucking say it pretty girl!!” He says a hint of firmness but frustration is his voice.

“FUCK YES DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY!!” you cry out again as you cum again making a mess with Garp finally letting you down and whispering in your ear praises of “Good girl” and “I knew my good girl could handle it” and finally “Daddy’s got you babygirl~”

When you finally calm down Garp pulls your body towards his as he lays down next to you helping you come down from your high. “How ya’ feeling sweetheart?” he asks brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your neck softly to ease your mind and body.

“Feel so good daddy~” you giggle as you say it outloud and in your right mind. “Good because daddy still needs you” You finally feel his thick hard dick prodding your side and you breathe in and reach down to run your palm over his tip, he hisses from the touch. His cock had been aching for you to touch him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I know that cunt is is still sensitive” He slaps your wet cunt with his huge hand and you whimper from the sting and how sensitive your cunny is.

He lets out a hearty laugh at your plight as you sit up and lay in front of his stiff cock as he lays on his back. “That’s it babydoll make daddy feel good.” He says as he relaxes back as you start to stroke his dick in your tiny hands try to make him feel as good as possible. He licks his lips as he starts to hum in satisfaction as the relief of your touch is in his reach.

You run your tongue from his base to tip and across his heavy full balls waiting to make a mess on your pretty face. You kitten lick at his tip trying to prep yourself for the massive dick that was about to wreck your throat and jow. After plenty of times taking him in it always seemed so daunting. “Stop playing around girl,” Garp’s impatience showed on his face.

You take one last breath in and take him in your mouth. He was heavy on your tongue, his skin tasting so good like a treat you could never get enough of. You both hum in content for your own pleasures as you bobbed your head as he put his hand on the back of your head not pushing you too much but more so to keep you close. “Such a Good girl for me, go on and suck that dick real good babygirl” Garp moaned as he tossed his head back from the pleasure.

The praises didn’t stop and neither did you. You took his dick further in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, heavily breathing through your nose. Deepthroating him was such a challenge but you loved how he could fill your throat with just his size alone.You pick up your pace and take him in deeper, your tongue working his underside to push him further to his own edge. “FUCkK” He yells as you reach down and play with his balls. “Fuck you know how to suck cock don’t you slut?” Garp’s growls and small whimpers turn you on as he bucks his hips as you continue to work along his dick.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Gonna cum on that pretty face little girl, FUCKING TAKE IT” he yells as he grabs you harshly by your hair ripping you off of his cock and shooting his load on your face.

 Garmp lets out a harsh growl and he comes down from his high. Finally sitting up he brings you closer to his face making you crawl up to him. “So pretty for daddy sweetheart~” Garp feeling proud at marking you as his and his only. 

Garp kisses you deeply, licking some of the cum from the corner of your lips. You whimper from the gesture as he lets you go. “Let’s get you cleaned up dear, you did so well for me babydoll~”

Garp gets you both cleaned up and as he spoons you from the back he whispers to you before you drift off,

“Get some rest sweetheart because you’re gonna need it for round 2 when your Daddy is ready~”

[judasgot-it]

Can I please have hcs of how Ango and Mushitarou would raise his daughter vs how he would raise a son? [How strict is he? Is it likely for him to have favouritism? What kind of Father is he? How much does he spoil them? Etc, etc] PLEASEE I BEG 🙏

[This is the last one I swear😭 I'm sorry]

These are very very much my own hyperspecific headcanons, sorry idk how to make them cutesy like other people do with the baby shit I'm just being a little straight-up like these guys would 100% fuck up in some places

Mushitaro

Girl dad

i think he would have a daughter kind of like kyouka. although maybe more gothic and a little strange

i can totally imagine him playing dress-up games with her. like, he 100% would be super involved, dude would love to learn about the girls world and get into it

he likes to dress her up because he makes it so easy - bro would make it seem like they're playing a game and it would be a blast for her

he knows all of the specific names for skirts and sweaters now. he can easily get his daughter the perfect outfit because of course he can, duh

he'd be a fun dad. like i can imagine him making dumb dad jokes and "arguing" with her over stupid things

100% he cries over every major milestone she has. like he would cry when she goes to different schools or when she gets her period - he hates to see her change, and cries over an old baby picture of her in his wallet

will forever be daddy's little girl. btw she's 25 and moved out already. but still, shes living in his wallet and is his little girl lmao.

i think the teenage years are actually kind of chill for him, dude gives off chill lame dad vibes. i think he would chill with his daughter after some stupid "canon event" for her and they would bond over movies and icecream

16 and she would just unironically go to the mall with her dad because they're chill like that.

I think Mushitaro gives really good dad vibes honestly. he wouldn't be "cool" but bro would be totally lame in a good way

his daughter wouldn't know jackshit about his life until like she's way older. or maybe on accident. I think thats why he would be a good dad

his ability is a well-kept secret so I think he would threaten her boyfriends and she would just think he's joking or isn't really that threatening. he's not. he would 100% get away with their murders. he probably did once or twice.

its not like he's trying to be dishonest, its just that his life is complicated, and he doesn't want to explain so many horrible things to an innocent child

she learns eventually, but i think she'd get mad on his behalf tbh. like, a lot of it was really shitty

she probably knows Poe and Ranpo, but I can imagine her believing that her dad is just a normal guy compared to them.

Idk i feel like he protects her normalcy and "innocence" a lot more than he should

Like father not like son, fr

exact opposite here, i think he would have a son who would be pretty different from him in some ways

maybe not "giga chad" or anything, but he definitely would be living a way different life than Mushitaro ever could have thought of

i think it would be awkward at some point. at that stage where kids become their own people, but are still too similar to others - he would probably be scared by the weird reflection he sees of himself

i think he loves his son but still hates himself for what he did. so he might pretend that his son isn't like him all that much

might talk to his son a little too much about his "uncle" who he never explains where he is (because he is dead)

when he learns that he's dead, he suddenly doesn't want to talk about him that much.

Probably once saw his son reading his books and overreacted.

i think having a son gives him more melancholy, since he has to reflect far more on his mistakes in life

probably worries himself shitless about what he's doing though

he knows he's going to be ok, but deep down he knows the world is too cruel

His son probably tries to be smart and get away with shit and ends up having the whole detective agency on his ass. Bro can't even sneak out smh

I feel like Mushitaro's parenting style is a little out of the ordinary, since he would probably force the kid to work anytime he thought he was "acting up" instead of idk. time out.

Definitely way harder on a son than he is on a daughter. Favoritism is real guys

I think his son would be way more freerer and think his dad is "weird" so any bonding time they have would be a little overshadowed by it

They get along well enough, but yea it's a bit more tenious

Ango

girl dad

I feel bad, I feel like his daughter would be kind of a bitch

like not a total bitch, but she would be the type to use "my dad works in the government" to her full advantage and also just clock people in for who they really are

a little too much like dazai in that aspect.

probably really sweet as a child and i think ango spoiled her too much in fear of being a bad father

like probably got furniture for his empty ass apartment (what is wrong with him) and buys her useless shit kids like (what the fuck are those kids surprise toys)

so now she thinks she has it better than most people and is willing to take full advantage of that

to be fair. ango is the type of guy who would get bullied by his own daughter. like he can fight back but he would lose and cave in and give her 500$

It's not totally hopeless, I think she's just as smart as him and gives off more barbie energy, so is a little terrifying to have around the office since she just would just unexpectedly call people out for being assholes

only she can bully her dad. she doesn't care if thats his boss

so ango doesn't tell his coworkers that he has an expensive daughter who probably gets in fights. cause why would he? that doesn't really help him

i think she's the bitch that he wants to be

so he isn't too hard on her since he agrees like 70% of the time

loves to hangout with his daughter but it always puts a dent in his wallet since her hobbies are shopping and getting arrested

honestly he probably is glad she's like this. she has a strong identity and is very very hard to sway in one direction or the other

makes him proud

boy dad (rip)

I actually think he would be really nice to his son

he would probably have a son who's a bit of a freak like him and struggles with identity issues, so I think he would be kind since he understands those exact struggles

very very dysfunctional though

bro either orders takeout for the both of them each night or they eat straight out of the pot with spoons over the sink

like, i think unless the mom is in the picture ango would have his son living in his apartment with just mattresses and a suitcase

very very male living space.

like i doubt they'd sleep with blankets half the time

probably brings his 8-year-old son with him to his job and makes him do homework or play games

is probably more popular than ango

if his son has no hobbies then his hobby is to be a paper pusher for him

would raise his son to be his own personal assistant

or to go to a good university

those are his two options

not his fault, bro just sucks at parenting and the only way he can channel his paternal affection has been through training employees

does teach him how to shoot a gun though

his son is probably a mess of a person like he is, maybe a bit better since he doesn't have the drama of losing someone and bad friendship breakups, but i think ango wouldn't really help him develop useful life skills

the man can barely function on his own, so his version of parenthood is just "stay alive" and knowing how to manage under your circumstances

like, his son is more prepared for the end of the world than for anything else

it's complicated.

his son isn't resentful though. he loves his dad and i feel like he would do something that his dad would be proud of

[neteyamyawne]

Heyy, i saw that you make stories with grace

Could you please make grace x daughter reader, their relationship mother daughter going to the forest in the avatar bodies, anything else you want pleasee?!?!

A/n : this is so sweet, i love grace so much, I've been an avatar fan since 2009, and grace is still my absolute role model, i was so hurt when she died 😭 i will never forgive James Cameron for grace and neteyam. They were my favourite out of all others (except neytiri and tuk) 😭😭 anyways...

Ma'ite ♡

Pairing : Grace Augustine x daughter!reader

Summary : a day in the life of being grace Augustine's daughter.

Fluff 🤍

❈ Warning : none, just fluff , mention of needle once

❈ Word count : 1.3k , proof read

❈ Note : this made me go back to my 2009 phase, I miss her so much, she would have been such an amazing mom omg, I'm gonna go and cry in the corner brb 😭

"word" - dialogue

Your tablet was pulled out of your hands and you groaned "mommmm, please just one more hour, c'mon" you swirled in your chair looking at her, she just shook her head "nah uh, you've been saying that from past six hours missy, now get your lazy bum to the cafeteria, you need to eat something" you sighed you knew there was no arguing with your mother and she was right, you were studying that specimen way longer than you should have but in your defense it was so mesmerizing!

You sat down next to your mom and max, leaning onto her not really having the appetite to eat mash potatoes and beef that didn't even resembled the actual thing whatsoever,but she nudged you to eat even though the more you looked at it the more you wanted to vomit, so in the end you had a cup of tea/coffee and a bowl of fruits because it was better than puking your stomach out later, and also your mother demanded something fresh to be sent here once in a while. 

Later that day, you were going for the trip of specimen collection in the lush forests of Pandora, you always went on the collection trips because, first you get to drive your avatar and second, your love to explore pandora never died down,  getting into your avatar was the best part of the day, to be able to feel the nature around you and connect with it, while also to smack some scientists "accidentally" because you didn't see them, which was a lie, you saw them but it was more fun this way.

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Trudy flew around the trees, the airs rushing past your hair, the braids flowing in the current, the forest Below you happy and thriving, trudy landed carefully in a soft patch of grass, you bounced down glancing around, your tail up straight waving from side to side in curiosity, your ears up to hear each and every beautiful clicks and sounds made by the forest, making it alive, listening to the hoots and squeaks brought so much joy to you, grabbing your tablet and the collection kit, you walked behind your mom, as she led your way, coming to an halt near a giant tree, she crouched down motioning for you to do the same, and so you did, looking down at the thick root, scaning the area with her device that hanged around her neck, the electromagnetic signals were slow, so the tree can conserve energy for the time of distress, she described the specific physical details of the tree and I note them down, moving to the interior structures, she reached for the compound syringe, specially made for the extraction of the specimen, and pierced the root of the tree, you quickly scanned the pierced area with your tablet, the electromagnetic signals of the tree, zooming in bright lines on the screen, your eyes widen, mouth forming into a shocked smile as you showed it to her, this was new, the speed of transport of the message was way faster than the other samples collected, quickly taking the sample of the root and putting it back into the case and noting everything down in your notebook, you both walked further looking some more.

By the time you stopped collecting the sun was setting, you ended up having a piggy back ride on her back, because your legs got tired from all the walking, this was a daily occurrence by now , everytime you visited the forest for anything, it'd end up with her giving you a piggyback ride, and she didn't mind it either, while you walked together to the helicopter, the amount of samples you both collected today will keep you occupied inside the lab for more than 2 weeks minimum and you couldn't wait to start with them, nearing the rotter craft you gave her a kiss on the cheek and she dropped you off so you could climb into your  seat, today drained your energy levels, but in a good way, you grew up  surrounded by scientists 24/7, so knowing almost as good as them but you mostly worked with your favorite scientist in the whole world, exactly, your mom, and she loved to teach you too, giving the bits of knowledge that even the most qualified scientist below her didn't know. On the way back to the lab, your sleepless endeavors of last night's research sessions were taking a toll on you now, and you knew you won't be able to stay up late with your mom to finish the leftovers, but you'd try to push through it as much as you can. 

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Getting up from your link, you stretched your limbs, yawning as it was almost night and you were up all night yesterday due to the research, walking over to your mom's link you saw her with a cigarette in between her lips, blowing a puff of smoke into the air, you rolled my eyes, here she goes again, the same lecture you repeat to her on a daily basis "mom-" but she cut you short "i know, i know, this is the last one i promise" she signed, you stood beside her looking directly at her you spoke 

"That's what you said yesterday, mama"  you played the "mama" card on her, she always melts when you call her that, rubbing her eyes and the bridge of her nose with the other hand, groaning when she caught onto what you were thinking, finally she blunted the cigarette in the ashtray and threw away the remaining box, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, i won't do it again" you smiled, proud that she was taking such a huge step, you hugged her, after a little victory celebration with gummy bears, both of you walked to your lab where you worked together, you had to get everything set before the new scientists from earth come here tomorrow.

Rolling over to the other side where she worked, you propped your chin on her shoulder "c'mon, mama, I'm tired let's go to sleep" you said pressing your forehead on her shoulder now, she just chuckled "i told you to take rest before and warned this would happen, but ohh do you ever listen to me? No, then why should I listen to you now? Hm?" You huffed, sleep was overpowering you "I'm sorry, i was wrong, i should have slept but now can we please go to our room and sleep while watching a movie? Please please please" giving her the pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, she broke instantly not having it in her heart to say no to you.

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You rolled over, hugging her side as you both settled down on the bed together, she put on your all time favorite movie and wrapped her arms around you, kissing your forehead she said "this is the last time, I'm letting this slide, I won't do it again for you" and you nodded but you both knew she won't do such thing and she would let it slide because well you're her daughter and only your deadlines get postponed. You snuggled your head in her neck as she ran her hand through your hair, by the time the movie got to the halfway point you were fast asleep, noticing this she turned off the screen, gently lifting the blanket to cover your shoulder, pulling you closer to her chest, she drifted of to sleep herself, with you all snug in her arms.

She wouldn't trade this, even if it meant giving up herself, she'd do it without hesitation, you were her world and the only thing important to her in this universe, she can go to any means to keep you safe and protected. this was the exact reason she brought you with her to this base, the only condition she kept against the RDA for her to start working on the pandora mission two years ago, that you'd come with her, wherever she goes you'll be right by her side and you couldn't be more grateful for it. 

A/n : please request more of her, I love her so damn much 😭 I'll probably add more to this afterwards, if you wanna be tagged in my posts, comment on my taglist post for more info check my pinned post.

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[icetobes]

a rollercoaster of fucking emotions

911 thoughts s7 e5

- HAND MAN

- alien hand ?? lmao

- hen and her knowlate 🫶🏻

- lmao pleasee they’re struggling so much lmao

- oh bucks being choked

- bobby 🫶🏻

- oh eddie… um

- HES CHOKING BUCK AGAIN ??? oh dear

- kinda funny… those poor guys

- HENREN 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 MOTHERSSSS

- THEYRE GETTING A LITTLE GIRL

- i’m so excited this is aaaa

- NO WHAT 😭😭😭

- they’re ??? not ??? getting a little girl ????

- i’m devastated they can’t do this to me i was so excited why would they do this to me

- another girl ?? a nine year old :((((

- they’re the best chance :((( aaa

- THE DATE OH MY GOD

- HERE WE GO

- they’re going to a movie 🥹🥹

- evan.

- HES SO AAA

- the 118 was a regressive place… you did that ngl but it’s okay

- “i’m not lying” BUCK BABY

- “date with a dude” 😭

- A RAINBOE ON HIS INSTA HES SO CUTE 😭😭

- “i guess it’s just me that makes you nervous” IM GONNA AAAA

- HOT CHICKS buck stop ??? help

- SHES MOVING IN ??? HELP MEEEE NOOOO

- EW I CANT

- CLOSET SPACE “right evan” IM GONNA DIE

- he’s so awkward :(((

- “it’s mine”

- “i think you’re adorable but i don’t think you’re ready” IM SOBBING NO

- BABY BUCK NO PLEASE IM SNSOSBSKSBSSI I CANT DO THIS

- aaaa henren again 🥹🫶🏻

- the blanket is the only thing she has left :((

- hen understanding non-verbal i’m going to CRY

- denny is so sweet im aaaaa

- karen getting emotional me too babe

- THE TEDDY AAAA 🥹🥹🥹

- lied to eddie…

- BUCK

- a date…

- he’s not saying it…

- OUTNOF THE WAY

- “this person” he’s so 🫶🏻

- a MARRIED WOMAN IM SO

- “who it is isn’t the point”

- “HE”

- BACK GO THE PRONOUN

- IM AN ALLY BUCK STOP

- “more than an ally”

- “didn’t think that’s where you’re interests lie” eddie diaz

- CHEKC OUT A HOT GUYS ASS

- “EDDIES FRIEND”

- he came out to maddie… kinda im shaking

- THE HOT PILOT BAOSBSOSDB

- eddie and … her… ew

- IM GONNA DIE I CANT DO THIS

- STOP THAT

- i need him to find something dumb

- THE CACTUS “you’re kinda cool” he’s a loser i love him

- A NUN ??? NO WAY SHES ACTUALLY A NUN

- SHUT THE GUCK IP THATS SO FUNNY

- HES QUESTIONING HIS WHOLE LIFE

- IMAGINING HER AS A NUN I CANT IM CRYING

- karen 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

- oh the teddy bear:(

- mara are you okay :((

- oh she’s :(( poor baby :((

- buck at the stationnn

- EDDIE IN THE GYM

- GYM SCENE GYM SCENE

- “you are here early” buck you are literally so awkward

- a avoid not having sex ??? what

- CATHOLIC GUILT OH MY GOD YOURE DAY

- “SHE WAS A NUN” “oh”

- he’s so angry about her past as a nun im crying

- not the cross help…

- GO TO CAP 😭😭😭

- “you looked like you wanted to tell me something” uh

- hen and bobby time

- talk about mara :((

- that poor baby :(

- i hope she realises she’s safe she deserves it

- oh denny :( he’s so sweet i can’t

- karen kinda side eyeing her… don’t make me dislike you :(

- her blanket is her safety net 😭🫶🏻

- “this isn’t working out” NO YOU GOTTA MAKE HER SAFE

- i need this storyline to work out good it’s got to i need this

- BOBBBY TALKING TO EDDIEEE

- second thoughts about moving in BOBBY YOU ARE GOOD

- panic attacks mention

- a commitment phobe

- SHANNON

- demisexual eddie diaz i WILL have you one day

- “only you know that” but i don’t think he does tho

- go to confession hehe

- a dog attack …

- ARE THEY COMPARING A DOG TO THEIR FOSTER GIRL ??? STOP THAT

- they’re literally comparing a dog and a child i can’t

- and they’re vets now ???

- is this twice they’ve saved a dog

- dog :D

- they asked athena 😭😭

- “are you sure” oh my god i’m gonna cry aren’t i ??

- “i don’t want to be another name in a long list of people who failed her” 😔😔😔

- THEYVE ASKED MADDIE TOO

- her little voice oh my heart is breaking

- oh my god :(( mara you poor sweet baby i hope you get the love and safety and happiness you deserve

- i’m crying i can’t do this

- “she was afraid we weren’t goig to wake up” ILL SOB

- LOFT

- LOFT

- LOFT

- “she wants to know what i want for dinner” lmao

- DO I??? stay in the loft 🤭🤭🤭

- NOT WITH GOD WATCHING LMAO

- “i’m gonna have to break up with her” omg best idea you’ve had

- “you and tommy have the best idea”

- IT WAS A DATE

- OH SHIT

- OMG

- WE WERE ON A DATE

- “really?”

- “WAIT TOMMYS GAY” IS SO FUNNY ???

- not questinging buck but tommy 😭😭😭😭

- “is that weird” “NO ABSOLUTELY NOT”

- this do in t change a thing between us

- “he dumped me”

- HE CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM :((((

- “you should call him”

- ONCE HE GETS TO KNOW YOU

- i’m so happy aaaaa

- TURN AROUND AGBTHE DOOR

- VOME HERE

- HUG

- “call tommy”

- not them exiting with a parallel lmao

- hi eddie

- “heyyyy” hes so awkward

- dinner with her brother girl-

- HES SO AWKWARD STOP YOU LOSER I LOVE HIM

- “guy who needs a minute” eddie diaz im in your fucking walls

- DONT YET HER ILL KMS

- EW

- STRAIGHT EDDIE GET OUT OF HERE PLEASE

- “can’t wait to move out” me either LMAO ME

- karen my love 🫶🏻

- the blanket slowly coming down, like a barrier coming down

- “you’re safe here even if it doesn’t feel that way yet” :(((( AAAAAAAA

- SHE SPOKE :((( baby spoke im so proud of her im not okay

- CRYING RN

- BUCK ????

- did he call tommy 🤭🤭

- omg hiiii

- coffee date aaaa

- “mmm so not like that” LMAO

- “i would like to change that” aaa

- “i didn’t want to pressure you” AAAAAAAAAAA

- “i don’t know what im ready for but i am ready for something” i can’t do this

- “COME WITH ME TO MY SISTERS WEDDING” BUCKA AOSJDODBDDIS

- “evan.”

- HOLY SHIT

- DATE TO A WEDDING

- “i need someone to dance with” HOLY SHIT

- HUH

- STOP WEDDIGN ????

- EVERYONE STOP

- OH CLIFFHANGER

- BUCK AND EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

- 80s THEMED PARTY

- THE WEDDING IS THE CLIFFHANGER

- WHERE CHIM???

[thenerdnextdoorxo]

pleasee more of wanda x adhd! child reader u r so good at writing it i relate to it so much😭😭😭😭😭😭 any storyline? maybe wanda gets mad then apologises😍

Sure! and thank you! I just wrote down what I want someone to tell me lol

You got in trouble. Again.

You have ADHD, which makes it absolutely difficult to sit down for hours listening to the teacher talking about something you're not interested in. especially if that something is chemistry. You hated chemistry with all your heart. You just can't stand the idea of memorizing the elements and what they do and what they are used for, you would rather do something more useful than that like painting practicing piano since you stopped because of this stupid subject.

You got in trouble because you kept tapping on the table and shaking your leg all the time. You don't know why you got in trouble for that, the class moves at a slow pace and you just can't keep up without doing those things. Even if you did it, why is it really bothering them.

"It's distracting," That's what the teacher said.

You sat at the principles office with the teacher sitting next to you, waiting for your mother to arrive. When she arrived, she looked like she got out of something important to get here and she looked tired as well. You immediately felt bad for her since this isn't the first time you got into trouble, but it's not like you did something wrong in the first place. After your mother sat down and the principle told her what happened she sighed and promised the principle that this would never happen again.

You followed you mother while staying quiet as much as possible because she looked like she was mad. You got inside the car and sat at the passenger seat. The entire ride was so quiet and awkward, none of you said a word the whole ride. Wanda received a call from someone and she immediately answered. The call did not look like it held any good news.

"shit," She cursed under her breath. You never heard your mother curse before so you guessed it was something important, so you decided to ask her. "What was the call about?" You asked, trying to sound as quiet as possible. "It was a call from Steve, I lost my role in the mission," She said in a monotone voice. You got worried, what mission?

"What mission was it mother?" you asked again. "The mission I was waiting for for years to get the opportunity to participate in, I lost it because I had to get you and they replaced me because I was late," She said. You felt guilty, she lost the opportunity for something she wanted for so long because of you. "I mean I did nothing wrong, the teacher is just a big jerk," You replied.

"Y/N, couldn't you just sit still for a little bit?!" She snapped. You were taken aback at her snapping, she never did that. "I-I" You stuttered, tears starting to form on your eyes. She stopped the car at the side of the rode and put her face in her hand and sighed. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that," She apologized. "You're right, the teacher is a big jerk, I informed the school about your condition yet they still act this way, I will move you to another school where teachers there are more understanding, okay?" She said and looked at you. That's when she saw you crying. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, went to the passenger seats door, opened it, and pulled you to a hug. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I understand, you can't keep still because your brain is different than the rest, and it's okay, I love you the way you are because you are unique, please, forgive me," She said while stroking your hair.

"It's okay mom, I understand, this was the opportunity that you've been waiting for for years and I made you miss it, I don't have to forgive you," You said, your voice shaking a bit from the crying. "Screw the mission, who cares about it when my baby needs me, hm? how about we have a day off today, go somewhere nice where we can relax and chat a little, how does that sounds?"

"that sounds like exactly what we need,"

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I feel like I made Wanda a bit mean here even though I know damn well Wanda would never do that, this is just for the plot lol. Hope you liked this one!

My requests are open

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[borathae]

Oh Sibi I was truly enchanted by wizard jk!

My little love!❤️😭 Precious beloved oh I’m crying.😢

I love how through all the passion and lust in your stories it still feels safe. Like it’s not only pure greed but looking out for your significant other despite your insatiable needs.

The way he kept asking if she was comfortable warmed my heart. The ability to enchant crystals! Ooh nice!

Another amazing story!

#kinktober 24 #Sex Magic #Wizard of my heart

PLEASEE this is the highest compliment 😭 thank you so so much!! I'm so happy that my stories feel safe goshhhh 😔😔💜💜

Honestly though, wizard!Kook stole my heart <3 I love him so much!! He is my beloved 😔

[miyamoratsumuu]

IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY 🔥🔥🔥🔥 So here's my weekly checkup <3 How are youuu?? It's been raining really heavily so I hope you're fine

Wednesday was suspended for us, not sure for you, but I hope you got your rest if you didn't have school then 🫶🏽

I can finally work on my smau I'm shaking from excitementtt wjhehs andand earlier was the time we'd wear Filipiniana!! It was so cold in the room 🥲 Also crammed a presentation the night before and my group did it perfectly😍 Mixed feelings about this week going by fast... next week is our performance task week🤕 I'll get through all the presentations trust💪🏽

ANYWAYS RANT TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT PLEASEE ILY 💙💙

LOU HUHU I AM SO SORRY FOR ONLY ANSWERING THIS NOW EVEN THOUGH I SAID I'D ANSWER IT THE OTHER DAY 😞😞

for the most part, I've been fine!! and yeah, bc of the rain we had no f2f classes the whole week 🤕 LIKE HUHU I WAS SUFFERING THE WHOLE WEEK I REALLY DON'T LIKE ONLINE CLASSES:( I hope you were safe this week thoughh!! the rain + wind were really strong, I hope everyone that was affected by it is okay ☹️

AND YES I SAW UR SMAU I'LL READ IT A LITTLE LATER FINALLY!!!! and well buwan ng wika is over so we're temporarily free from the filipinianas now 😭 as much as I love our traditional clothing, it really isn't the best to wear for our school setting huhu

and omg idk what it is about cramming a presentation the night before and absolutely nailing it the next day?? SO SO HAPPY FOR U!!!! I HOPE YOU GOT THROUGH PERFORMANCE TASK WEEK OKAY!! wishing you all the best ml 🫶🏻

OKOK I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU ‼️ TONS OF YAPPING AHEAD ‼️

so I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before but I *was* running for gr 10 representative in a partylist the other week BUT change of plans HAHA one of my all time fav teachers convinced me to switch partylists and run as president instead 😞 I really didn't want to at first bc I wasn't sure if I could do it and I didn't want to go against the president of the partylist I was in before</3 BUT she knows that I was aiming for the leadership award at graduation so she spent almost an hoir convincing me, along with some of my classmates + my other partylist members from my old party 🙏🏼 so guess what, I'm running for pres now!!! aha ahsh hshah haha hah 😅😅

campaigning has been going on for a week now, and I think we've been doing well!! most of my batchmates have been so so supportive of me and it just warms my heart sm idk ☹️ the election itself is next week i think, so wish me luck!!

OH OH AND OUR BUWAN OF WIKA CULMINATING WAS LAST WEEK FRIDAY!! we were tasked to write and perform a filipino rap based on the topic of "environment"

and omg when I tell you we did NOT have a practice until the day before the performance??? we were actually about to cry the day before and some of our groupmates actually teared up after our performance bc we all thought we didn't do the best idk 😞 BUT AAAAHHHH WE ENDED UP WINNING!!! AGAINST 7 OTHER GROUPS OMGOMGISHDJ MY JOY WAS WAY UP THERE

next on my to do list now is the tons of work of mine that got piled up over the week bc I was so busy with our campaigning materials that I wasn't able to do almost any of our assignments over online classes 😞😞 the ones I haven't done actually are supposed to be passed when f2f resumes but idk I have less than two days to finish everything huhu

ANYWAY I'D LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT HOW YOUR WEEK WANT BABES 🤍🤍 ILY ILY I'M SO SORRY AGAIN FOR RESPONDING TO THIS SO LATE</3

[h5eavenly]

OH MY GODDDDDDD i was in class literally begging for a reason to get the fuck out of there (latin language and literature iykyk 💀) when i got the carousel update notification and PLEASEEEEE THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT AND LEFT TO READ IT even my professor was shook 😭 it was so serious i literally bought snacks and juice i was seateddddd

i'm so obsessed with the way you write hyune he's such a sweetheart 🥹🥹 ik i ate him up last time but he's so sweet, like he's a pisces who recognises he was emotionally avoidant in the past, acknowledges his wrongdoings and strives to be better literally who's doing it like him??? i wish pisces men were real omg

and y/n crying while admitting she loves hyune oh my goddddd WE ARE SO BACK!!! for a bit bc i know the next updates are gonna HURT but WE ARE BACK NEVERTHELESS we used to pray for times like this 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you sm for the update you literally made my day 🩷

PLEASEE NOT YALL LEAVING YOUR LIFE OBLIGATIONS FOR CAROUSEL IM AMAZED 😭😭 (but also kinda concerned 🥶 ) i love the fact that you bought snacks and everything btw thats so cute🥹🥹

Ugh i know hyune is soo cute and sweet, not carousel hyunjin being a better person than i will ever be🫡

True we used to be sad all the time guys and now we are still sad but bits of happiness are creeping in🫡💗 IM SO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO MAKE YOUR DAY hopefully the rest of it goes even better💗💗💗

[kouyurii]

aaaa

All this newfound beauty in what was old, ignored, forgotten.

djskndmsndmsns the way the first paragraph already had me hooked aaaa i loved the way you described how every little thing becomes significant when you share them with someone important to you fjsnndns it makes me so soft

That shared grocery list. Those framed photos. (“I feel like I don’t even belong here, sometimes.” He’s lost sleep over those words.)

oh ouchh fmdjsjd this hurt my heart

Astoundingly, he had felt heartbreak cleave through him, like an actual physical wound, knocking him breathless.

im sobbing wtf sakusa being this affected by the breakup but not being able to cry it out so he has to hold all these feelings inside him 😭

Your armour is your beauty and composure (never mind that this is one of his favourite dresses),

mfjskfnskbfsndjsb reader dressing up to hide how much she actually hurt im ;-;

He is covered in splatters of paint, orange, yellow, blue. There’s a streak of still-wet red in his hair and you long to wipe it away.

NO WAYYY IS HE PAINTING HIS WALLS???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Do you like it?” He counters. You stare at him, his endless eyes. Your reply is faint. “Yes,” you say, because it’s your first instinct.

IM CRYING SMHFKSNDMSBFKSNS HIM ADMITTING STRAIGHT UP THAT HE DID IT FOR YOU

BECAUSE HE MISSES YOU AND WANTS YOU TO COME HOME HE PAINTS HIS WALLS ALL THE COLOURS THAT YOU WANTED

IM IN PIECES JFKSBDKSN OMI YOURE SO PRECIOUS

it opens things up, and you had come here in your perfect dress with your perfect hair, to close things. Not to let yourself get hurt again.

im????? i dont even know how to explain how this made me feel but it gave me goosebumps

the way reader was reader to end things permanently but now she sees his colourful walls and she almost forgets what she came here to do

i love this sm

Sakusa is growing desperate. He needs to make you understand. “Nothing matters more. My love, I’m—” He breaks off

aaaaa this made my heart feel like it was being squeezed omi starting to panic bc youre starting to pull away again im sobbjng

And you knew they were just an excuse so that he could ask you to come over and see you again. You knew this. But he had saved them.

im in pieces fksnfkdfnksbfkdbfksbdksns omi using these tiny things that you could easily replace as an excuse to see you again

to prove to you that he's changed and that youre more important to him than anything 😭

HIM WRAPPING ALL THE ITEMS LIKE THEY WERE PRECIOUS AND NEEDED TO BE PRESERVED

THE NOTE JFKSBDKSBDKSNS IT'S NOT HOME WITHOUT YOU IM CRYING MY FREAKING EYES OUT DKDNDNNSS

“You’ll never have to fight for a place in my life again,” he says, voice so, so sure. “Just let me fight to keep you in it. Please,”

im bawling pleasee this was soso heartfelt and it's so obvious that omi isnt used to saying these kind of things at all

so i love how you showed that he would pour everything he had to keep someone he loved enough and that someone is reader

and im cryign again jdksjdkdns T_T

But here he was now. Your things wrapped so preciously. The walls painted all your favourite hues. And his eyes, his eyes. His eyes.

i feel so warm and fuzzy all over please this is so insanely sweet

He clutches the book to his chest like a talisman or a life raft. You watch a sob roll out of him with surprised eyes. You have never seen him cry.

HE'S CRYING FNSKDJKSJDS IM SOBBING PLEASE I JUST WANNA HOLD HIM IN MY ARMS AND NEVER LET GO

All the heartbreak and regret and self-hate he had bundled within unfurls with your touch. It pours out of him in waves, and you feel it and feel the same inside of you. He’s opening and you are open and though there is hurt, there is also love.

THIS LINE!!!!!!!!!!! the picture it painted in my head kfnskfnsmsn this is incredible i felt this in my soul i am in shambles

"MEMORABILIA" Pairing: Sakusa x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: T for Teen, we behaved ourselves on this one

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: People can exist in places after they've packed up and left. Sakusa learns this the hard way.

Note: Angst, with a happy ending (thank god)

It’s incredible how new meaning can be given to previously trivial things. It happens when you’re in love; the sidewalk is not just a sidewalk, but the street that the two of you share. That new fusion place down the street becomes your favourite restaurant – because you ate there together, and you both laughed so much sake came out of your nose. You’ll always smile when you see a bottle of sake. All this newfound beauty in what was old, ignored, forgotten. Bedsheets, books, bubble baths…these things don’t just exist in your own internal world anymore. These experiences belong to someone else too, forever imbued with the memory of them.

It happens when you’re heartbroken.

The Chapstick forgotten in the back of the cabinet mirror. The old library book you never returned that sits on his bedside. The bobby pins he’s still finding everywhere. Sakusa used to grumble about them, how carelessly you would toss them aside when you unpinned your hair. He would find them under the couch, in the bedsheets, by the coatrack. The vacuum cleaner would suck one up at least twice a week, and he would sigh and kneel to unclog the machine. You would watch him with an innocent smile, and his mock scowl would melt and he would kiss you until you were both giggling, hands in your undone hair.

He’s holding one now. It’s been a while since he’s picked one up. He had found it in the kitchen of all places, kicked into a shaded corner. Sakusa stares at it for a moment, contains himself somehow, and then walks over and into the bathroom.

Alone on the highest shelf of the mirror cupboard is a small, clear jar. He grabs it, unscrews the top, and plops the bobby pin in with the five or so others that are already in there. The glass refracts the bathroom lighting, throwing specks of gold onto the cool white walls. You had wanted to paint them –bathroom, kitchen, bedroom. Always his little mistress of colour and lighting. He hadn’t let you. White walls were fine, he thought. Minimal and clean. You had given him a look when he had told you that, all those months ago. He hadn’t placed what the look meant then, but he can place it now.

Sakusa puts the jar back on the empty shelf (it didn’t used to be empty) and starts to walk through the once-shared apartment that now only contains apparitions of you. The bedsheets in the hamper that he can’t toss out and can’t sleep in. A woefully lone coat hanger on your side of the closet. He stops in the middle of the living room and closes his eyes. He can picture all the pieces of you in all their hidden corners. Memorabilia, both cursed and divine. Sakusa can’t bear to look at them but throwing them away is equally impossible. The blue vase without flowers on the bookshelf. An earring without its matching pair, sitting on a windowsill.

Sakusa doesn’t know how there can be more of you now. You had left almost a month ago. He had spent the entire time living with you fighting any change, fighting against those coloured walls. That shared grocery list. Those framed photos. (“I feel like I don’t even belong here, sometimes.” He’s lost sleep over those words.)

But you were everywhere. In all the absent spaces that you used to fill with laughter, you now haunted. Sometimes he can’t sleep in the bed, heartache like a feverish sickness that keeps him up. When does a bed become just a bed again? He’s afraid of the answer.

Sakusa slumps onto the couch, trying to ease that anxious pain that lives in his chest. He moves a hand over his heart, tears at his eyes that never fall. He still hasn’t cried. He desperately wants to --anything, anything to ease this pressure in his throat— but his body won’t let him. The first night he had spent alone, Sakusa had shook for an hour, dry-eyed, heaving chest, restless grip on his pillow. The tears refused to come. Astoundingly, he had felt heartbreak cleave through him, like an actual physical wound, knocking him breathless.

He’s starting to feel that way now. His hands are fists in his lap. It’s his day off and he hates it, all the quiet moments in between his life. He used to relish in silence and solitude. But now, not coming home to you…

He wants so badly to tell you about his day again. All the dumb shit his teammates do that make him laugh, the way he’s discovered a slightly different footing that lets him jump higher, hit harder, do better. All he can ever think about is doing better. It’s killing him that, with you, he didn’t do enough.

He wants your gentle hands again, carding through his curls, soothing him. He wants to keep finding those pins, those fucking bobby pins—

Sakusa stands abruptly. If he plays this line of thought out any more, it’s going to drag him to misery. He’s been miserable long enough, waiting and hoping and replaying events over and over again like it would change anything, or make it hurt less. It doesn’t, it doesn’t. He’s a man of deliberation, every avenue explored, every possibility, all the outcomes. But he can’t deliberate forever, especially if that means losing you forever. He doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

Jumping into his sneakers, Sakusa starts to plan. It’s one of the things he does best. He grabs his windbreaker and keys, slipping on his face mask, and practically bolts to the hardware store.

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You dressed up for this without admitting to yourself why. Black dress, pinned hair, sandals to downplay how much effort you put in. You’re wearing earrings and a dainty gold necklace. Your nails are painted. Sakusa has seen you at your worst states, all your sickly, angry, heartbroken states, but you wouldn’t allow him the privilege of that now. Your armour is your beauty and composure (never mind that this is one of his favourite dresses), and you’ll be damned if you let your ex see you at anything but your best.

Sakusa doesn’t have the same concerns, apparently. He answers your apartment door –his apartment door—in old sweatpants and a white tee. He is covered in splatters of paint, orange, yellow, blue. There’s a streak of still-wet red in his hair and you long to wipe it away. You don’t. You hope time lets you grow out of that longing.

You’re both frozen for a moment, seeing each other again. The sun is setting through the window behind him and it casts its halo around his head. It’s unfair, really. You straighten your back and watch Sakusa’s chest struggle for a silent breath as he takes you in.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, before he can stop himself. He sounds surprised, or remembering.

You blink and have to look away from his eyes. “You said you found some of my stuff?” Your voice doesn’t shake and you take it as a win. Sakusa seems to collect himself slightly.

“Yeah,” he begins. His own voice doesn’t share your composure. “Thanks for coming.”

You swallow. You’ve never seen him in such a disarray, smeared paint, wrinkled clothes. You can’t help but ask. “What are you painting?”

In answer, Sakusa pushes back against his front door, inviting you in. His hands are clasped in front of him, but you can still see them tremble slightly. He’s nervous, you think, and you touch his arm as you walk past him. Just fingertips on elbow, a small peace offering. Sakusa’s eyes flutter at the contact and you want to say something to ease him somehow, and ease yourself, but then you look up and gasp.

The living room walls of the apartment are terracotta, the kitchen to your left a golden yellow. On the floor, an ornate rug of mixed blues. There are large-leafed plants in a corner, waiting for their placement. Large sheets of plastic are rolled over the couch and kitchen counters. There are framed pieces of art leaning safely to the side. Your eyes widen and your head turns to look at Sakusa in disbelief.

“Are you moving?” You blurt out. You don’t know why. There are pieces floating around your head and they can’t come together fast enough to make you understand why meticulous, exacting Sakusa is standing there with paint crusted underneath the nails of his beautiful hands.

He almost laughs, watching you do a full spin around, dress twisting around you with the momentum. The evening light catches at your blurring motions, like paint strokes against a multi-coloured canvas. “No, I’m not moving.” He’s closes the door behind him and is leaning against a covered counter. His voice is very soft, hesitant. “Did I overdo it with the yellow?”

You shake your head slowly, still in disbelief. “No, not at all,” you start to say, and then catch yourself. “I mean, well. Do you think you did? Do you like it?”

“Do you like it?” He counters. You stare at him, his endless eyes.

Your reply is faint. “Yes,” you say, because it’s your first instinct. It’s a dangerous word, it opens things up, and you had come here in your perfect dress with your perfect hair, to close things. Not to let yourself get hurt again. Sakusa’s eyes fill with tentative hope and you have to look away from them to steel yourself. You need something to say, something to turn this meeting back to safer grounds. “Atsumu told me about your practise game last week. I’m sorry you lost.”

He frowns, reading your change. And for the first time in his life, Sakusa says, “I don’t care about the game.” You raise a brow and he shakes his head, insistent. “Not right now. Do you like the art?”

You glance back at the pieces resting against the wall. “I love them,” you admit. You notice that one of them is from a local artist you love. You had dragged him to the small art show and lamented that you couldn’t afford to take the piece home.

Sakusa sees the memory of it in your eyes and says, “I remember.” He takes a breath. “Do you like the plants? You always wanted plants.”

Your brows furrow. “What are you…” Your voice gets thick. “Yes, but,” you falter. “But it doesn’t matter, anymore, what I think.”

Sakusa is growing desperate. He needs to make you understand. “Nothing matters more. My love, I’m—” He breaks off at your shuttered gaze. The term of endearment hangs between the both of you and it almost breaks you, it does. You know what he’s trying to do and you want desperately to give in to him. Every part of you wants to hold him again, just his hand or face, the most humble of affections.

But you had left for a reason, and that reason is not easily forgotten. Tears come to your eyes and Sakusa sees them, face turning anguished at the sight of them. Somehow, you manage to purse your lips together and cross your arms. Sakusa notices the shift, he knows you so well, and takes a stumbling step towards you.

“Sakusa,” you start. The formality of his name stutters him to a stop. “I came for my things.” You say the words so kindly Sakusa has to close his eyes for a moment.

“Don’t—” He fumbles, gritting down on his teeth. “Yeah. Okay. Your things.”

You watch him move through the newly painted apartment into the bedroom. The absence of him gives you a chance to breathe, to take a thorough look of the home you both used to share. There’s a stack of paint cans and folded drop sheets to the side. More colours than you had even dreamed of. It softens you a little. How could it not?

Sakusa comes out of the bedroom carrying a box. He places it at your feet like an offering and then backs up to give you room. You can see him visibly fighting his emotions, his body shaking with repressing it. You kneel down and begin to look through the contents and when you reach out to grab the first item, you realize you’re shaking too.

There’s not much. It’s pretty empty, really. A coat hanger, a single earring (you’ve already thrown out its counterpart). A blue vase you had bought at a street market in Mexico for pennies, one summer. An old book, yellowed at the edges. And a jar with exactly six bobby pins.

The items themselves are virtually meaningless to you. You hadn’t even realized you left them behind. And you knew they were just an excuse so that he could ask you to come over and see you again. You knew this.

But he had saved them. You can’t look away from the box. The tears you had been fighting spill over your eyes as your hands numbly moved through the objects, lifting them, placing them back in. He had wrapped all of them like they were precious artifacts being transported to a gallery. The vase is bubble wrapped and taped neatly. The earing is in a small, cellophane bag. The jar of hair pins…You lift it up and see a sticky note stuck to the side.

I’m sorry. It’s not home without you, penned in his looped scrawl.

You cover your mouth with a hand to stop the sob that wants to fall out of you. You glance up. Sakusa is looking at you with so much regret and love it pulls the heartache out of you, pulls those tears out until you’re crying in earnest, blurring the shape of him.

You murmur, with a crackling voice, “Why did you paint the walls?”

Sakusa smiles, just barely. His brows raise, his eyes are sad. “Don’t you know?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, Kiyoomi. I don’t. You have to tell me—”

“I’m in love with you,” he rushes out, then stops. This is hard for him, so hard, but he’s spent your entire relationship being afraid of being open and that had driven you away. You watch him reach for the words. “I’m…There’s no one else. I fucked up and I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I can ever love anybody else. You’re,” he says, voice wretched, hand gripping at his chest. “You’re a part of me.” He swallows a breath, pleading. “You’re a part of me.”

Your mind feels heady and heavy and spinning. You want him, you’re mad at him. You love him, you’re scared. The twin knife of hope is always distrust, and as much as you want to be hopeful, “I felt like I was always fighting for a place in your life,” you whisper.

Sakusa’s face crumples with your words but he is determined, more determined than he’s ever been in his life. You know that look in his eyes now, the fierceness, the belief. “You’ll never have to fight for a place in my life again,” he says, voice so, so sure. “Just let me fight to keep you in it. Please,” he adds. “If you’ll let me.”

All Sakusa has ever wanted was to be better. It’s all he thinks about. And you know this, how he runs plays through his mind when he should be sleeping, how he stays late at the gym and practices until he gets it right every single time. He doesn’t say or do anything without careful consideration. You used to think that amount of care was only reserved for his volleyball career – it was something you loved, and then something you mourned when you realized he might never show that amount of care and consideration for you. It had pushed you to leave.

But here he was now. Your things wrapped so preciously. The walls painted all your favourite hues. And his eyes, his eyes. His eyes.

You make the decision of your heart, the one you secretly knew you would always make. It was why you had worn his favourite dress. It was why you had come at all. Slowly, you lift the vase out of the box and hand it to him. He takes it immediately, reflexively.

At his confused look, you say, “It would look good with the new carpet.”

Sakusa stares and then starts shaking his head, uncomprehending. “No, love, it’s yours, I—”

But you silence him by handing him the used book. “I told you I’d lend it to you after I finished.” Sakusa quickly places the vase down to take the paperback from you, brows furrowed. Then you take out the jar and start pulling pins out of your hair and he understands. A disbelieving breath huffs out of him and you plop the pins one by one into the jar. Then you hold it out to him, the light flashing through the glass and speckling your face with its glow. You hair is waved and framing your tentative smile and he drops to his knees in front of you. He clutches the book to his chest like a talisman or a life raft. You watch a sob roll out of him with surprised eyes. You have never seen him cry.

“Omi,” you say, kind and wondering and it only makes him cry harder, real deep cries from his stomach. He tries to say something but he chokes on his own words, bowing his head, letting his tears fall.

You move to him, hands on his arms at first, rubbing them, before you move your fingers to his hair and Sakusa lets out a small sound from the back of his throat as he bends into you, into your embrace. You feel his cries shake him, but you also feel his shoulders sag in desperate relief. All the heartbreak and regret and self-hate he had bundled within unfurls with your touch. It pours out of him in waves, and you feel it and feel the same inside of you. He’s opening and you are open and though there is hurt, there is also love.

You two stay like that, bowed into one another, until the sun has fallen and the golden glow of your home turns to the delicate, secret silver of the moon. When you are have both calmed enough to speak you say, into his ear, “What do you think of blue, for the bedroom?”

Sakusa smiles, in a living dream. “I think that sounds perfect.”

[threeletterslife]

HII I AM READING THE FIFTH CHAPTER AFTER WAY TOO LONG BUT I WAS BUSY

I was genuinely thinking of waiting until my exams were over to read the chapter (they start on 7th March) but i was too impatient to see Yoongi (and y/n of course... but mostly Yoongi)

Please accept these reactions that i wrote as I was reading the chapter (that's why they're messy and unorganised lol)

First of all his hAND on her wAIST I can't bREATHE I will sink with this ship

I would die for Zeru. This beautiful Sol came for like two minutes but I'm ready to die for him. He is very pretty :)

NOT Y/N MAKING FUN OF HIS POSTURE PLSSS WHY DOES SHE KEEP MENTIONING IT. Let the poor man breathe he's doing his best 😭🤚

Soot, Soo, Sahn, and Sori. Such pretty names. I might simp over the spirits :]

No.... don't tell me the child is the king...

NO MY MOUTH FUCKING DROPPED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MY JAW FUCKING DROPPED WHAT THE HELL

HELP I DIDNT THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR MY MOUTH TO OPEN ANY WIDER BUT JIMIN????? JIMINNN HELP

"I love him uncle yoongs I love him!!" I AM SOBBING WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

Okay I'm still crying but the way she's hesitant to say his name is so cute ahhh 😭 (still pissed off about jimin I mean their king is CHILD??? I WANT HUG HIM SO BAD 😭😭)

"Take care of uncle for me" NEVER MIND I'M CRYING AGAIN

Wait... so jimin... this sounds child... knows about the goddammit war he fucking knOWS I'M GOING TO PUNCH SOMEBODY

Yoongi? Family runt? Never mind I'm gonna punch two bitches today

Low-key simping over Sori though 🥵

Okay I absolutely LOVE how the mood changes. It goes from calm, to playful to straight up BADOOM (I don't know how else to describe it, it's like somebody suddenly struck a drum in the middle of silence). It's so cool how you do that

Yoongi playing with the kids is so adorable 😭 if y/n ends up falling for jungkook I'm going to straight up kill you, I swear to god/j

Anyway the chapter was very sweet, time for some ranting

Okay so I'm VERY excited that y/n is finding herself and her reason to fight. I'm glad the story isn't isn't about romance immediately and there's actually character development going on with y/n. She deserves the world and I will fight for her 💕

But speaking of romance... 👀 (lol talk about being a hypocrite)

As much as i ship yoongi and y/n i genuinely think jungkook is endgame for her. I mean I know he hasn't appeared yet and I am definitely overthinking but since Yoongi appeared first, I don't think he's going to be the one she chooses in the end (LMAO me and my logic)

Also I feel like Yoongis going to die??? Like its a gut feeling?? Please don't kill him :(

But if she seriously can't choose then going poly is an option :) just saying ;))) everybody loves a good three-way romance, come on. please. Don't kill them just have them all fall in love with each other it'll work out I swear

OR if you're not into threesomes then ditch y/n and have Yoongi and Jungkook end up dating. Who needs the girl anyway? We support ✊🙌

Thank you for putting out these amazing chapters, author 💕(can I call you chana?). I hope you're doing well, love you 💖

[SPOILERS!]

HI HELLO! i wish you luck on your exams!! take care of yourself while studying and most importantly, don't burn out!

I SHARE YOUR SENTIMENTS ABOUT YOONGI'S HAND ON OC'S WAIST AND ZERU 😩😩😩 AND PLSSS OC JUST WANTS TO TEASE A LITTLE I GUESS 😳😳😳

READING YOUR LIVE REACTION ABOUT THE KING MADE ME EVIL LAUGH PLEASEE

also yes yoongi is the family runt but he is still very lovable and i WILL protect him!!! >:(

(AND NOT YOU SIMPING OVER SORI?????)

ahhhhh and thank you so much! i spent a lot of time developing each character in this story, and of course, as the main character, i spent the most time on OC! i'm really happy that you see her growth as a character because it means i did my job!

AND LMAOOO LOD IS PART FANTASY PART ADVENTURE PART COMING OF AGE PART ROMANCE SO YES! OF COURSE WE WANT THE ROMANCE!!!

you'll have to see who's endgame with OC in the future 👀 (and who knows? what is there is no endgame? hehe) you'll also have to meet the other love interest first 👀 so until then,,, keep theorizing <3

and thank you so much! it's been harder and harder to write these days. i've lost a lot of motivation due to my academic life taking over all other aspects of my life LMAO BUT! i'm trying my best! thank you for reading lod and always having something so kind to say <3

and yes! my pseudonym is chana, so you can totally call me that :) have an amazing rest of your day, love!