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mikiruie · 8 months ago

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ♫₊ ⊹ 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 : 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒾 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 ﾟ。ꪆ୧. 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮 𓂃 ˖ ˚◞✧

── TETSURŌ KUROO ﹕ 黒尾鉄朗 ┊͙ HAIKYUU!! ◝✩

𓋜 hq. masterlist // general masterlist.

premise. thunderstorms scare you greatly. but thanks to your cute neighbour, you know you’ll be okay after all.

content. tetsurou kuroo / f!reader. fluff — sfw. reader is a scared of storms, mainly thunder. power outage. set ambiguously post highschool / in a university au setting. some angst if you squint + comfort. neighbours -> lovers.

word count. 4k-ish.

soundtrack. show me how : men i trust.

dedicated to beloved @tetsuskei , happy birthday ! ‹𝟹

écoute chérie! ᰔ updated repost from old bloggie , i haven’t beta it fully and sorry it’s nothing that is quite new but i hope that this one’s still a worthwhile read for you ^_^

03:24

You barely manage to catch the flickering lights of your dining room's lamp glitch out repeatedly from the corner of your eye, the lights inside your dingy apartment appearing to go haywire as constant streams of raindrops pound against the glass of your windows.

With each passing second they seem to multiply tenfold of the previous, their impact upon crashing into each other sometimes merging with one another in sync to form a continuous stream of running water trickling down the brick walls of your complex instead of the constant buzz of millions of tiny water droplets.

The soft glow from your lamp dims momentarily before stalling to a staggering halt. Your hopes of it reigniting by itself are quickly dashed when you see it attempt to start back up again for a few seconds before going completely dead. And after a few seconds of the darkness swallowing your apartment whole a disgruntled sigh escapes your lips as you close your textbook.

“Ah, damn it . . .” You bemoan into the blanketing sea of black ahead of you. “Not again . . .”

Slowly you stand up from your seat at the dining table, cautiously pushing your chair back just a little as to not hit the rest of your furniture before carefully maneuvering your way through the dark of your living room.

“Where the hell did I put that flashlight . . . ?”

You really should've thought to charge your phone and powerbank ahead of time when you heard a thunderstorm was making it's way to your city on the news earlier. Now with a dead cellphone battery and an empty powerbank, you're left to fend for yourself amist the unknown layout of your apartment without a light source.

Scuffling around in the dark, you take a step forward, miscalculating how much distance there is infront of you as you find yourself accidentally ramming your shin against the side of your unusually hard bookshelf, sending you reeling in agonizing pain stomach first and flopping right onto your couch.

Ouch.

Your teeth grind against each other as you hold your shin, wincing while rocking slightly in an attempt to alleviate the pain. “God, that did not sound good . . .” You can't see through the near pitch black lowlight of your apartment, but you're almost certain a nasty bruise may have begun to form on your skin from that.

A few more minutes of stumbling finally merits you to where you had originally intended to end up in the first place— the supply closet.

Feeling around for the door's surface your hand manages to find it's grip onto the smooth metal handle, twisting it open and carefully reaching out into the darkness.

“It should be on the second shelf . . . or was it the third? Fuck, I really can't see anything right now . . .”

Your fingers brush up against the elastic wrist tie of the flashlight (it was on the third shelf after all, go figure) and you impatiently snatch it from off the pile of other assorted junk you've haphazardly thrown in there throughout the years.

All you hear is a soft click within the suffocating silence as you turn on the device before your eyes are bombarded by a bright white flash, the sudden overload causing you to stumble back a bit into the wall of your apartment, blinking repeatedly to soothe the burn in the back of your retinas.

Maybe it's not the best idea to hold a flashlight so close to your face while it's aiming (or pointed) directly into your eyes.

Using your newly gained lightsource you make your way to the fuse box in your kitchen, now being able to easily navigate your way through the dark you give yourself a moment to stop and glare at the corner of your bookshelf that you'd run into earlier.

“Asshole,” you mutter underneath your breath through gritted teeth as you pass it by, as if you’re expecting the sharp piece of oak furniture to respond to you with a mind and voice of it’s own conscience. Though you suppose that’d might be just a little bit creepy considering your current situation.

Opening the fuse box, you shine the glow from your flashlight onto the many circuits housed within, eyes trailing down and scanning each one for the labels of what light they control.

Experimentally switching the one for the living room on, you glance outside your kitchen and into the hallway to check, only to be met with shockingly apparent disappointment as you greet the nothingness of the night that stares right back at you.

Just as a confirmation (and because you're stubborn), you switch a couple more of the circuits on and off repeatedly, disappointment maring your features yet again when they yield no results. “No power at all . . .” You deduce, closing the fuse box’s lid with a begrudging huff.

A deep crackle of thunder booms from the sky outside, startling you as you nearly drop the flashlight in your hands if not for the wrist tie securing it. A few seconds of heaving and checking outside your kitchen's windows— only to see more rain than you could ever possibly need in three lifetimes —causes you to ease up a little.

You feel a chill run down your bare arms, goosebumps rising all over the backs of your legs. The short sleeves and pajama shorts combo you chose to wear tonight probably was not doing much to keep you warm with the raging rain thumping down and the strong winds howling just outside of your apartment.

The sudden sounds of gentle knocking at your door cuts through the silence of your empty apartment, the hairs on your back shooting straight up in surprise. The flashlight in your hand falls and clanks onto the ground, the beam of light switching off on impact.

Cautiously, you make your way over to the door, uneasy as your hands hesitate to lay on the knob. Who else could be up at this late hour?

Your eyes squint through the tiny peephole of your door, zoning in on a familiar head of unruly black hair, donned in a worn out old highschool volleyball hoodie, red and white and matching cat motif logo on the front and back to top it all off. With noticeable bags underneath his eyes matching your own, you can tell that whoever it is has been staying up as late as you have these days.

You can't quite see much or well for that matter through the tiny peephole's space, but he patiently waits outside with an uneasy look on his face, hands shoved into the frayed pockets of his sweater and pacing around anxiously across the small space of your apartment’s door mat.

With your heart rate spiking back down to normal levels, you pick up the dropped flashlight and place it onto your dining table hastily before slowly opening the door to him. Startled, he jumps back a little once he actually sees you in front of him, as if he wasn't expecting you to be awake at this time.

You give him a polite smile, tired eyes lifting with all the glee you can muster up for him.

"Hey, Kuroo. Nice night, isn’t it?”

He chuckles a little at that, bringing his hands out of his pockets when he does, force of habit. You notice the pearly whites of his canines poking out from his lips when he grins. It suits him well.

“Yeah, it is. And you know I told you that it's okay to call me Tetsurou.”

"Right, right. My bad.” You jest, and his smile then melts away slightly, molding itself into a more worried expression that soon dawns his handsome face. “You doing alright?” He asks you worriedly, craning his head aside to check the dark of your apartment.

His voice has a low timber to it, quiet to not disturb the neighbours you presume, but you also like to think it’s to soothe your own jittery nerves. “Heard the entire building's power just got wiped by the storm.” He informs. “Was told by the front desk that it won't be back for another few hours.”

Of course it won't be back for awhile, the electricians can't really do much while the thunderstorm rages outside. You doubt anyone in the building who was asleep by now would even notice there had been a power outage tonight, most people aren't awake at the acceptable hours of 3AM working on their overly procrastinated capstone projects anyways to even care about the torrential rain pouring just outside their windows.

“Can I come inside?” Tetsurou asks you without a second thought on his mind before stopping himself, hurriedly backtracking himself and tripping over his own words whilst making funny hand gestures to explain his intentions.

What was that sign he just made? It might've meant Apple in JSL, his skittishness makes you giggle into your fist. “I mean, if it's okay with you. I know it's late and all, and that you probably want to sleep but I—”

You cut him off with a giggle of your own. “Tetsurou,” you interrupt, his cheeks dusting a light shade of pink in the darkness when you do.

Your laughter. It sounds just like bells to him, akin to the raindrops that hit your windows with a light tinkle each time they fall from the clouds above. Wind chimes in the raging storm that falls around you two and lighting crackles behind him, illuminating your bright face for him. And despite your groggy disposition, he can still make out the tired pleasure you have in chatting with him through your features.

“I don't mind, you can come inside. You must be cold standing out here,” You offer with a lighthearted chuckle. “I know I am and l'm just in the doorway.”

You take him by the hand, his skin is cold and dry, just as you expected from the frigid air as you guide him into your barely lit apartment.

He stumbles a bit through the front door “H— hey!”trying to remove his shoes by the entrance and laying them by the door mat, bringing with him two large blankets tucked securely under his arms you hadn't noticed him carrying in the darkness.

Tetsurou's eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, squinting and zoning in on the little stack of books piled up at your desk, the flashlight you were using placed just beside an open notebook.

“You're still trying to work on that assignment?” He asks, setting the blankets down on a chair as you slide into your own, clicking the flashlight on and shining it down on your pages.

Most of what’s written down in the beginning of the pages is legible albeit a bit messily rushed, soon devolving into unintelligible scribbles that he realized must’ve happened once the power went down.

“Yeah, it's due soon.”

“There's a storm outside.” He states matter of factly, chin folded into the crook of his hands as he leans on the backside of the chair. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the obviousness of the situation.

“And?”

“Just, come here.” You feel his hand reach out into the darkness, standing you up from the table with mild disagreement from you as he reels you into his side. “Relax with me a little, let's go sit on your couch together. I brought blankets for a reason.”

“I can use one while working at the dinner table.”

The frown that tugs at Tetsurou's lips is barely noticeable in the absence of any light, but he whines audibly to let you know his stance on that statement as he squeezes his arm around you a bit tighter. “That sounds uncomfortable, though.”

“It's fine.”

“But isn't it better to huddle together for warmth?” He suggests playfully, “Y’know, no power n’ heat.”

You think his compromise over for a moment, and he senses the hesitation brewing inside your mind because he adds onto his previous offer with a convincing. “I promise it'll be good.”

Lighting flashes outside your window for a split second, followed by the loud seismic boom of thunder that takes you out of your thoughts and causes you to flinch in his hold. Instinctively he jumps in sync, pulling you into a hug as your heavy breathing fills the silence of your apartment.

Seconds tick by on the clock hanging on your wall, as it seems like the heartbeats of both you and Tetsurou meld into one beat. Your heart thrums in your chest in an uneven marimba of beats, loud and reverberating with the near silent ringing that’s paired with it in your ear.

Tetsurou hesitates to say anything for a moment, unease wracking him before he speaks. “Are you . . .” He looks out the window, his voice drawling on low and quiet even though the only two people here are you and him, as if he's about to ask something he shouldn't. “Are you scared of thunder?”

". . . No."

He pauses with what you can only imagine to be an unconvinced look on his face. “That sounds like a yes to me.”

“I'm an adult.” You huff, trying to break out of his hold and back to your pile of due papers. “I don't get scared by thunder like a little kid.” Tetsurou barely catches the “anymore” you mutter underneath your breath over the screech of you pulling out your chair again. His hold on you not only tightens but he drags you to the couch, much to your protests and complaints.

“Y’know, you're not a very good liar,” he grins cheerfully, plopping you down beside him before reaching over you to drape a thick blanket over your shivering body. Were you always this cold?

You try to move your hands to lift the blanket off, to stand up— but it's unusually heavy.

It traps your arms underneath it, feeling like a net he prepared and used to condemn you to the couch with it’s plush softness and cozy knit material. But in a surprisingly nice and caring way.

“Is this blanket weighted?” You ask and he agrees with a hum, draping the other one he bought over himself with a relaxed sigh before shifting his body closer to yours. Heat radiates off of him, seeping into the couch and warming your chilly figure.

“Yeah, I got them on sale luckily. I've found they're really good for rainy nights.” You can't deny that now that you've gotten a taste of what it’s like to be underneath one of these usually pricy blankets and to have this as almost like a barrier from the cold rain and air outside, you're already warmer than you were just a few moments ago.

You wrap the heavy woolen blanket tighter around your body, inhaling the scent it carries with it in it’s fibres. The fabric smells like him. “Thanks, Tetsurou.”

Another crackle of lighting blasts inside your living room through the window, peeking through the gap of your curtains as thunder follows closely in suit. It's louder this time, and seemed to be a lot closer to your apartment than the other ones from before.

Your hands slam over the cups of your ears to shield them from the thunderous booms, they feel weighed down by the heavy blanket as you bury your head into the thick material, closing them as like an extra precaution from the storm outside.

You don't even realize you're shaking until you feel a hand smooth over you back. Tetsurou's.

You can barely make out his voice with your hands blocking your hearing, only the worried asks of “Are you okay?” It's muffled and quiet, and his hand rubs soothing circles into your back as you barely manage to move your head to a nod. More thunder comes and Tetsurou's eyebrows knit together as you frantically switch to shaking your head no, feeling it drop further into the blanket in shame. Your heart falling out of your ribcage in sync with it as the storm outside won’t stop taunting your shivering self.

The small raindrops that crash against your window feel like they're right up against your ears, the bright lighting that races across the sky's edge stings your eyes to look at it, even if you shut them as tight as can be. And that god awful thunder, the thunder that makes you feel like your dingy apartment might crumble underneath it's roar, crashing to the floors below as the trees outside cave in on you from above.

“This is so embarrassing . . .” Tetsurou hears you mutter as you lift your head off of your lap to face him, fear written all over your features and you look like you're about to cry in the presence of your next-door neighbour.

Your voice cracks, and you think you'd prefer if the floor underneath you did fall through after all. “I just really hate storms . . .”

A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you wipe away the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes, attempting to lighten up the situation for Tetsurou. You don't want to make him feel uncomfortable by crying in front of him when you were the one who invited him in, so you laugh off the uncomfortable twinge in your chest for his sake.

“I guess I really am like a little kid,” You joke lightly, a whine trailing off the tail end of your sentence. “Look at me, afeaid of thunder and lighting like I'm still four.”

Tetsurou doesn't laugh at your self deprecating jab, and you feel your stomach drop at the suffocating lack of a response.

Would you have preferred if he laughed? No, not really— but it felt awkward to have only silence between the two of you in the heat of the moment. His eyes seem to twinkle in the darkness when he blinks and he wraps an arm around you before pulling you into his chest, you let out an alarmed squeak involuntarily from his actions, and the heartbeat in your chest magnifies to the sound of the thunder that you're so scared of outside.

His own heartbeat is loud too, now that he has you leaning on his chest like this. The wild thumping and beating, is that from you? You feel stupid for getting excited over that possibility, but as you look up from your spot you catch his eyes, tired and still beautiful as both his arms envelope you in a deep hug.

He covers your ears with the palms of his hands, splotches of red blush and heat crawls up the skin of his neck and ears in the darkness, and he leans into the crook of your neck with a ticklish sigh.

“It's okay,” he reassures you quietly, flinching when you snuggle deeper into his chest, the scent of his home shirt being the same as the one on the blanket he brought over but much stronger.

The refreshing smell of clean linen from his laundry detergent sticks to the thin cotton material of his shirt, and you can't stop yourself from blurting out “Did you just do the laundry before coming over?” out of nowhere.

This time it's his turn to laugh nervously. “Yeah . . .” He reveals, his head resting atop yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It fills his senses, it's not overpowering or overwhelming at all.

Maybe because it's you.

“I didn't want to smell bad when I came over . . . Is that— is that bad?”

“. . . No,” you decide, a content smile tugging at your lips as you let your head lay on his chest. “It’s not.”

Suddenly the loud sounds of the storm that had you once afraid and cowering in fear seem to become drowned out from Tetsurou's cupped hands over your ears, but you know they're just as strong now than they were earlier— and perhaps even stronger as the night drags on. But in Tetsurou's embrace, underneath the blankets he brought from home that smell just like him, wrapped up in his arms and snuggled up against his chest; you think you'll be okay.

“Please stay with me,” you eke out without thinking, and a part of you hopes he didn't hear because you're worried you'll ruin the tranquility of whatever you have now— reminding you that this moment is only temporary.

That all will be over by tomorrow morning when the technicians come to fix the apartment's power outage at 6AM, and you'll both go back to treating each other as just kindly neighbours like before.

That you'll pretend you never snuggled together when you had no power and no heat, and you never said the words you're about to say to him now.

"Please, don't go . . .”

To your surprise, a soft kiss is pressed to the crown of your forehead as Tetsurou's wild hair tickles at your skin, the erratic beat of his heart thumping wildly in your eardrums. He looks just as nervous as you do, lips suddenly dry and throat closed up when he tries to speak.

After a disgruntled groan, the two of you laugh as once more does lightning flash across the sky, with thunder coming in it's place moments later, hand in hand as always. Just as you expected.

But this time you're not scared, not when he next whispers out the words you've longed to hear since you were a little kid during these storms, not when he cuddles you closer to his chest and brings his lips close to yours before tilting your chin up and capturing you in the sweetest of kisses, his lips perfectly molding to fit yours as he mutters in between the short breaths of air with a smile that rivals the brightness of the lighting you were so scared to gaze into from outside the windows.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures you, and you believe him wholeheartedly. “Don't worry.”

Raindrops continue to fall from outside, thunder and lightning work as a terrifying duo in sync as they torment the nature. But it all seems significantly less scary now.

Underneath the onslaught of rain, with the continuous lightning and thunder you've feared since childhood, and the annoying lack of power— you found something able to strike against even the worst of thunderstorms. Something much better to indulge your night in than your assignments that lay long forgotten beside your flashlight on the dining table far away from you and Tetsurou on the couch, warm underneath the blankets together bundled up to escape the cold air.

You found Tetsurou Kuroo.

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paperpiperpeeperpopper · 2 months ago

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i wanna know about any ocs you have. this is a lore demand. /j

GRDHDHDDUFHEHRGGZGHRRR

I'm sorry but you've just made a big mistake, I won't shut up about them

Okay I have like 17+ of them so I'm only going to talk about a couple of my faves and two for the project I just got going. Blanket gore warning ⚠️

Everyone has at least one Escaped Goverment Experiemnt oc, and Allásson is mine. Likely one of my most developed because she and Mal (you'll see him later) have been my mains in a roleplay running for 4+ years now. They're a genderfluid body horror shapeshifter, (any pronouns) mixed race and half hispanic. Lore wise, her parents died in a car crash and evil scientists took her, she escaped and lives in the woods eating deer and working at a small town gift shop now. I also have a wip half sibling for him that has umbrakinesis (that's it, that's literally all I have on them) and I want them to meet and and go on adventures and something I really want to do with their story is have Al connect with her heritage more.

Woman belongs to my friend @akalimbratic

Basically I saw the hand art from this post reposted on pinterest and saw jacksepticeye play a horror game (I can't find anymore) In the same week and I ran with the ideas that popped into my head. Allásson is the host to a colony of an alien parasitic lifeform that rapidly and artificially mutates it's host for their mutual survival, it only has rudimentary sentience and can't talk or communicate, but the events were traumatizing for both Al and fibs (name for this specific colony of the parasite in meta) and they were so altered by their time in captivity that one cannot survive without the other. Al uses the fibers to move parts of her body around at a microscopic level and shapeshift and dislocate bones at will because he's weird.

Malcolm, now Malcolm is my *throws at wall* /affectionate oc. He's human, or he used to be at least. (You may remember him from the notes of the blood whump post) He's the other one that's been around a while in that long running rp (older version in the image on right), but basically he's just some teenager born into the most plain white bread normal christian family possible, his mom's a librarian and his dad's an accountant, and he's the nerdiest, gayest, silliest, gen z, most atrocious fashion sense little goober I have. Also he got cursed.

I have these demon/dreamon things (I really need to come up with a better name for them) in my lore that are invisible to people and kinda like ghosts, and will latch onto a person with life troubles and worsen their mental state to feed off the emotional energy, usually by entering their dreams and causing nightmares. Usually they go away on their own or when someone gets therapy, but if a person that has one attached suddenly has a massive dip in mental health (traumatic event, friend goes missing, getting struck by magic lightning, etc.) the demon will go into a feeding frenzy and "turn" the person into another dreamon, they dissapear from the physical plane and lose their humanity and higher thinking. This happened to Mal, but the process was interupted when he woke up from the nightmare on his own, so he was only half turned. Now he has a tail and his blood glows blue, he can enter other people's dreams, (he mostly uses this out-of-bounds to draft up fanfiction ideas) and turn into a spooky half dreamon thing at will :)

Petra and Blake are my two oldest ocs that I haven't scrapped

Petra is an android, she's designed with biomimicry in mind, and her name is an acronym for Prototype Exploration Transport and Research Android. She was meant to explore planets and enviroments humens couldn't, but she glitched while in developmet and started to develop sapience, she killed her creators before really knew what free will meant, and ran away. In the roleplay I just got running she's the engineer and local menace on a crew of space pirates, and their ship and the one they were trying to raid just crashed on an uncharted planet. (She has already been accidentally shot in the face by her friend and he burned her (non grow backable) eyebrows) She's energetic and swears a lot, aroace, and gets really really attached to people she cares about. Stabby the roomba is her adopted son and she is Petra the stabby, she likes knives. Her hair is made of light reactiive filiments that she uses to solar charge, and her "muscle" is purple :D

I don't have any newer art for her aside from this and I am not digging up the old shit.

Blake actually used to be a Subnautica oc while BZ was in early development, but I've repurposed her for my own worldbuilding project later. Her father's ship goes down and breaks up in the atmosphere, but she gets to a pod and is the only survivor, stranded on the alien arctic where she has been fending for herself for the last 5-ish years. She's got a small alliance with the natives there (they're fluffy seal people with lil snail antenne and ::3 faces) but they kinda view her as a tiny spooky ice cryptid. You know how much I love my unhinged alien planet survivors.

I will leave you with this for now, because i have so many more but there are so few hours in the day 😔

#original character #allásson #Iŕdauk #malcolm collins #p.e.t.r.a.#blake reyes #ask #piperamble #spires #ibuilria #threecephalopodsinatrenchcoat

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pinkisposting · 1 year ago

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The characters and story have so much potential with some more up to date writing and modern game mechanics guys please! The foundation is SO there.

(this is a repost if you saw the version that was glitched af I posted by accident I'm so sorry)

#rdr2 #red dead memes #red dead redemption 2 #rdr memes #red dead redemption community #red dead fandom #red dead revolver #red harlow #animatic

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the-autumn-apple-artworks · 9 months ago

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౨ৎ. Reposting more Kinito art!!

Stumbled upon a Kinito art piece of mine being reposted on Pinterest so I'll repost it for good measure as I couldn't include it in the Kinito masterpost due to the image limit </3

These are a little old and come from the period where I didn't have my tablet pen so I had to draw with pens and then render it onto Ibis Paint </3

I don't think I've posted this last one in detail but it's for an AU called Blissful Insanity where the player gets rid of Kinito and Glitch goes on a rampage to find their beloved again, destroying every "faker" they stumble across. I love putting my characters through the horrors <3

Sorry for being dead btw I took a break and now that I'm more stable and all set up with uni I can start posting again! A new post is coming very soon with an Advent NEON art masterpost!!

౨ৎ. If you appreciate my art, consider commissioning me!

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#// mike draws #kinito #kinitopet #kinito au #kinitopet au #kinito the axolotl #oc #ocs #// Glitch

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wickedacefae · 3 months ago

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[ UPDATE : ]

Fanfic Found!! Thank you @goldenwitherphoenix13 !

Dragon Guard by BooksRBetterThanPeople

[ My original post started glitches out on me 😭, so I'm reposting 😞 ]

Sorry, this is me looking for ANOTHER fanfic.

I'm going through my bookmarks and just can't

find some, and I can't remember if this is a

one-shot on its own or a chapter in a collection

of one-shots. Might even be on tumblr, idk

• Around their classmates, Lila latches onto

Adrien

• Lila isn't paying attention and starts digging her nails into Adrien's arm until they are DEEP in his arm (he's bleeding, and I think someone says

something about "seeing bone" ), his shreek of

"let me go" brings her out of her thoughts and

people are pulling her away from him. They take

him away, she tries making excuses.

• At ( I think ) lunch, she decides to attack Marc

( probably because he's close to Marinette )

• He screams for help. When people show up,

she tries turning it on him. Obviously, it doesn't

work.

• I think Nathaniel gets akumatized?

#miraculous ladybug #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #marcaniel #caprikid #marc x nathaniel #miraculous #rooster bold #nathaniel x marc #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lila rossi

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 2 years ago

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The Pain Of Pining- Lady Lesso x EverFem!Reader

Synopsis: Oh to face the embarrassment of rejection.

Warnings: Basically a Drabble, Lesso being an idiot, technically mutual pining, angst, hurt/no comfort.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two, I’d be interested in that. Btw, this is my first h/nc fic (and yes I’m aware it’s not that sad, the next one I have is fs though, but if I post that depends on how this one does) I have posted so let me know if you guys like them. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all welcomed!

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You didn't want to believe it. You felt like a damn fool, standing there dumbfounded. You had leapt onto your momentary confidence but you now desperately wanted to take it back.

Lesso stood there with a stoic mask, though internally her body and mind were screaming at her to take it back.

You just asked her out, and she just rejected you.

And not even a let-you-down-gently way, but a way that made you feel small and idiotic. In a way like, how dare you ask the Dean of Evil out?

Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to be sick, "I-I'm sorry, I must've misread the situation." You wanted to turn around and run but your body wanted you to stay, creating a sort of glitch in your movements.

But you left before Lesso could get any more words in, you had heard enough. You couldn't take the sheer embarrassment of the rejection.

But you thought that the liking was mutual, the way she'd return all of your flirting quips with ease.

Lesso's heart lurched within her as she watched you walk away. This is was the only thing she'd been waiting for, and she just destroyed it.

••●••

You had spent the rest of the day locked away in your quarters, crying. Technically, it was the entirety of the whole last week but who's keeping track? Well, Dovey was. And Lesso too, but she'd never let onto it.

Dovey tried daily, tried getting you out of your room and just eat a warm meal. To do something. But how can you go and eat a meal next to the woman who vehemently rejected you, how could you face that embarrassment?

On the third day, you finally explained that to Dovey. She, at the very least, deserved an explanation. Much to Lesso's dismay. Dovey practically talked off Lesso's ear when she heard what she had done.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"Well, she's an Ever," That being the one and only reason Lesso said no. "Need I say more?"

"YES! What is the matter with you?! The poor girl is too embarrassed to face you! Why do you think she's been absent at meal times?!" Dovey was beyond frustrated with her evil counterpart.

And boy did Lesso understand why. Only during Dovey's thirty-minute rant did Lesso realize the extent of your feelings.

••●••

When you finally had the courage to get over your embarrassment, you were acting as if Lesso wasn't there. You acted as if she wasn't in the room, or as if she were simply invisible. And Lesso didn't know if she should be completely frustrated with that, or to understand it.

She chose frustration. She was frustrated because she missed the small smile that you had reserved for just her. She was frustrated because you no longer made any attempts to be the one person sitting closest to her. She was unbelievably frustrated because she couldn't see the admiration for her in your eyes any longer, she couldn't look into them at all.

But mainly, it wasn't really frustration with you. It was with herself. She had no one to blame but her.

••●••

It threw everyone off when you came to the meeting the cheeriest you've been in a fortnight. The way you had a smile on your face without having to hear a joke, the way you barely sat still in your seat.

Dovey was delighted, to say the least.

Just as you stood for the meeting's dismissal, Dovey asked the question everyone had, "It's nice to see you with a smile dear, what's the cause?"

"I've got something to look forward to tonight!"

Dovey's excitement was beginning to match yours, "Oh? Like what?" Lesso tried her damndest to hide her interest in the conversation.

"I've got a date tonight!" You answered excitedly, well, you were excited about the distraction but not the actual date, simply because it wasn't with the person you wanted most.

Lesso's heart just fell to her stomach. No, there's no way someone else has you. Not when it should be her.

Just when your eyes panned over to the woman you were due to spend your evening with, Lesso said something, more of a mumble, and you heard it, but you hoped you heard wrong.

Tears instantly violated your eyes as you watched her stand, "What? What did you just say?"

"Please, don't have someone waiting on you!"

"Lesso-"

She rushed towards you, "Please-"

"Don't! Don't do this. This isn't fair."

"It should be me-"

"No! You don't get to decide you suddenly want me when you can't have me!" Tears had started falling down your face, you hated that people were watching this unfold, "You can't just throw me away for later until you decide you finally want me. You don't get to do that."

Lesso frowned, she didn't see it as throwing you away, but that's what it was, "Don't, don't go on that date tonight. Please..." Lesso was finding it increasingly harder to deny her need for you.

"Why? For you?" That stung Lesso a bit, you knew that as you saw her wince. "You don't want me to be with you... You don't want me to be with someone else... How miserable do I have to be before you're happy?"

"I don't want you miserable."

"Then what the hell do you want?!"

"You! I want you!"

You shook your head, wiping the tears off your face, "Then you should have thought about that before. I'm not waiting around for you to decide what the hell you want." You turned and walked away.

Lesso watched. She watched again as you walked away. She wanted to yell after you. To tell you that you wouldn't have to wait for anything else. That she was ready to want you, to cherish you. But you didn't want to hear any of that.

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its-a-me-mango · 1 year ago

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yo mango, i found this in twitter(x). a creator in twitter sented this.

Oh boy, yes this is the response I was referring to in my other post, and I have some things to say about it.

TL;DR: Clarification is nice but it shouldn't be up to the employees to apologise for something that upper management should've taken accountability for anyway. I'm not accepting everything as "fixed" until Celeste says anything else.

Obligatory "we don't know everything so don't jump to conclusions!!!" disclaimer (personally I love jumping to conclusions I love drama lol)

(also my stance on what I'm doing with this account is at the bottom of it so go take a look if you wanna know what I'm gonna do)

Ok first off, let's start positive, good to have some accountability and a bit of clarification on what's happened, considering I honestly thought GLITCH was just gonna keep quiet and hope for it to brush over, having the manager tell their side of the story is a good thing.

That's all the positives I have towards this apology because the rest are all negative.

For starters, why is the manager taking full accountability for this, while yes they made the decision, the higher ups should be taking accountability, at the end of the day Jasmine is an employee of GLITCH. Normally when something happens within a company, the company itself will put out a statement taking accountability for the actions of their staff. This hasn't happened yet, it's not Jasmine's full responsibility for this, there should be recognition from the company of their mistake.

I get if they're taking a while to make a response, but it's not hard to put out a statement saying "hey, we fucked up, sorry". It would be miles better than having an employee put it out IN THEIR FAN DISCORD SERVER OF ALL PLACES, thank got it got reposted because none of us would know others.

Furthermore, what is the main message from this, the main reason for this happening? "Oops I forgot". That's such a shitty excuse, especially for a manager. I completely understand getting overworked as hell, from what I've seen Jasmine is also the manager for a lot of other things at GLITCH, and if GLITCH's Glassdoor reviews are anything to go by, overworking employees seems to be their biggest flaw.

Something like this slipping their mind would be fair and understandable under those circumstances, but that's what upper management is for, it's up to them to make sure people do what they're employed to do, that includes making sure the appropriate messages are sent out, especially for big changes like this. Of course no one likes to have a boss that questions everything you do, but having someone check that all the appropriate messages are sent out is pretty damn important for running a company.

This is ultimately a show of poor management on GLITCH's behalf, had they communicated better not just with Celeste but also with each other, this entire situation would've been avoided.

I don't think this is some catastrophic downfall that can never be resolved, it actually can be resolved quite easily. All it involves is an admission of negligence on GLITCH's side and a proper apology to be sent and accepted by Celeste. Obviously I'm not gonna go demanding such things be made public but treating this like GLITCH's downfall is just kinda silly, this can be fixed.

Yes this is bad, and you should feel upset/angry about this all happening, seeing voice actors being treated poorly and "forgotten" about sucks and doesn't reflect well on GLITCH at all, if you don't want to support GLITCH right now that's completely reasonable, but this isn't worth wishing the companies downfall over. Advocate for change, not carnage.

There is also the possibility that this whole "apology" is bullshit. More comments from SMG2's now former VA have come out about this apology.

If this is all true, then that's just as bad on GLITCH's side. Ultimately we won't know the entire story until Celeste makes any other comment, however given how taxing this has all been on her, it's understandable if she doesn't say anything now, or ever to be honest.

My love and support goes out to Celeste during this time. I hope she and GLITCH can come to some kind of agreement that allows everyone to move on.

Anyway, so about me now, haiiii

I'm likely gonna mostly hault making SMG4 art for a while due to this, I love this series and I don't like to see this all happen to it, but I care more about treating voice actors fairly and making sure they're given the respect they deserve, if that involves stopping my support for GLITCH for now then so be it. I'm hoping this gets resolved, if that does happen i'll go back to normal, if not thennnnn I'll deal with that when it happens.

I'm still happy to interact with people in this community still, there's a few ideas and pieces I want to make for other people still, things like AU arts and DTIYS's, so I'll be doing that, but as for new SMG4 art and memes, not right now. (lets face if the SMG4 community on Tumblr is so far removed from everyone else it's basically our own series out here lmao)

I'll still draw Mango don't worry, he's basically my persona so I can detach him from SMG4 for now, my silly lil guy isn't going anywhere.

I understand that a lot of people are upset by this and are trying to block it out and carry on as normal. While I understand why most of you are taking that stance, I know a lot of you are teens and SMG4 is a source of comfort for a large chunk of you, please don't just ignore all this happening. I don't even care if you take an inconclusive stance on this, just please don't block it out entirely and pretend it's not happening, that's just not fair on Celeste.

I'll be doing my best to keep up with this as much as possible. I know I've come across as overly critical during all this, but I don't like seeing people act like GLITCH has done nothing wrong and never can. It's ok if a company you like has done something shitty, they do that all the time, but its not ok to let them get away with it and pretend it never happened, that's just covering for their shitty actions. I'm not going to cover for GLITCH's shitty actions which is why I'm speaking up about it and will continue to do so until some kind of resolution is reached.

Anyway I've talked enough, if you're reading haii hello thanks for reading the whole thing , if you skimmed to the bottom I'm shooting you with lasers (/j). We'll see what comes of all this but until then take care. <3

#mangos mystery ask box #tw drama #sorry for writing +1k words. I have things to saaay

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