#i've seen this hug a normal amount of times now and with very normal emotions 😌

[thissying]

GP and Max, 3x WDC, GP Qatar, 2023

[usersasaki]

hello tumblr user usersasaki 🫵 you will never know who i am! (or who knows lol hi karma <3) this anon has been looking into getting into orv but keeps procrastinating like they do on many other things and so asks you, one of their resident orv likers they know, to uh. idk. but feel free to ramble on about why you like orv so much & why someone should get into it (like me!) so maybe i can finally be convinced to read it Now instead of putting it off for later again and again !! ... or something like that 🥺✨

OK GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT A DRILLLLL AAAAA HELLO U BEAUTIFUL PERSON I THINK IK WHO U ARE BUT RN I'M SO READY TO CRUSH U IN A BIG HUG REGARDLESS OF THAT

ahem. yes. anyways. i'm totally normal abt this, i totally didn't go feral for a few moments before i started typing this. OK BUT I'M SO READY TO TRY TO CONVINCE U TO READ THIS CUZ WHEN I SAY THIS WEBTOON + WEBNOVEL HAS CHANGED ME ENTIRELY. pls bear with me, giving me a chance to word vomit was not a good idea /hj. i'll put everything under the cut :] and i'll try to keep everything as spoilerless as possible so that u can safely enjoy the story when u get to it

i will apologise in advance for the person i've become, this might end up becoming a HUGE post (edit: i think it did, this is apparently at a lil more than 2k words rn cuz i typed this in google docs for fear of tumblr nuking my entire draft and me having to start all over again)

tldr for those who don't want to go through a 2k essay; orv is for you if you enjoy clean art, stories that will break down your initial expectations and surpass them, and things like found family, love (all kinds), and just an emotional rollercoaster in general. prepare snacks and tissues.

i'll start with the webtoon because that's where it started for me! honestly one of the things i look for most when i start a webtoon is the art. and there are times when even if i like the story, if the art ain't it for me, i'll drop the story 😭💀 but orv has such beautiful and crisp art, very edible art HAHAHA (both webtoon and novel by the way but i'll get to the novel in a bit) it makes me go so O.O sometimes. here's an example of the art, you might've seen it somewhere but i'm still adding it here for the pure beauty of these men named kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk AND ALSO han sooyoung and jung heewon (yes i'm gay, no it's not obvious /j). every character in this webtoon is so well drawn and just. chef's kiss okay, so if you like pretty art, you've got that right here folks.

moving on, the story seems, at first, like a very generic action fantasy webtoon where the world of a novel becomes reality and our mc aka kim dokja is the one who knows how to get to the end and he gets to meet his favourite novel’s protagonist yoo joonghyuk and decides to save the world. but as the story progresses on and on, it becomes so much more than that. the storytelling skills have to be applauded because webtoons can't use lots of words and have to convey things more concisely than their novel counterparts but they've done an amazing job of using the right dialogues in the right places with the right amount of impact. AND as of right now, the story is starting to head towards what i'd like to say is the actual beginning of this webtoon >:) that’s all i can say without spoiling some major things from the novel so,, yeah!

another beautiful part is the portrayal of each of the characters, especially kdj, and their different dynamics with kdj. now kim dokja is our mc and the main narrator of this entire thing so we’re quite limited in that sense because all we see and know is what kim dokja tells us through his narration. a lot of posts have accurately pinned him down as an unreliable narrator because he really only ever shows his companions (and us readers) one part of things and we’re all left to speculate about things. each companion holds a different opinion of kdj but all of them are united in the fact that they trust him to help them get through everything. while the webtoon hasn’t had a chance to explore that yet, i’m looking forward to how they will show it to us :] i’d say that this webtoon is worth a read also because kim dokja is the most mind boggling, intriguing and frustrating character you will ever meet. that’s a fact that’ll get clearer as you get closer to the recent chapters of the webtoon, but i love how he’s relatable in the sense that he both makes me screech in awe but also makes me want to wring his neck with how he is sometimes. i love him *holds him by the neck* (affectionately). oh and when i say every character is just a beautiful piece of art, i mean both their literal art and also the way they’ve been written, though it is more clear in the novel as of right now.

NOW i’m gonna move onto the webnovel because i honestly fell deeper into the rabbit hole purely because of the novel. and sing shong (the author of the webnovel) is an absolute genius for the way they have both intricately and simply pushed a single message throughout the length of the novel. i constantly joke about how reading the orv novel has changed my brain chemistry but i’m not joking most of the time because it really did. in many ways, i’m sure this is a novel i will remember for a very long time to come.

the same points i spoke about for the webtoon stand for the novel as well BUT of course the novel is just immaculately written and it deserves a chance of its own. it’s not that the writing of the novel is extraordinarily fancy or anything, it’s actually quite simple reading without too many complicated words but i think that has a beauty of its own. it’s able to convey what it needs to without having 10 pages of description and that’s awesome to me. there are issues with some things written in the novel but as it isn’t a focus or the point of orv (i got this point from this tumblr post, feel free to read through it if you want to because they have written some great points that can’t be said better by me!), it’s still a novel that entertains you to the fullest.

the characters are admittedly more fleshed out in the novel than the webtoon but that’s because the webtoon is still catching up while the novel is complete (it ended with epilogue chapters but recently the author came out with side stories). the relationships are just very detailed and it gives you a look into not only kim dokja’s head, but also yoo joonghyuk and other characters’ heads as well, though they’re not as common because the majority of the story is in kdj’s point of view. i’ve neglected mentioning other character names so far but kim dokja has a set of the most loyal and sweet and sometimes feral companions besides yoo joonghyuk like yoo sangah, who is someone kdj knew before the novel became their world, jung heewon and lee hyunsung, kdj’s trusty sword and shield, lee gilyoung and shin yoosung, his children (not biological but yes). there’s also lee jihye, an avid yoo joonghyuk follower who insults kdj at every turn but cares for him, and han sooyoung, who is portrayed as a bit of an antagonist or an anti-hero (as far as the webtoon goes anyway wink wink). and a lot of other characters you’ll grow to either love a lot or hate with a passion oR even have your opinion take a whole 180 about as you read on and on, that’s just the kinda novel this is.

don’t even get me started on the underlying themes of this novel. this is me being an english major (and psychology major unintentionally, double major woohoo) through and through but i love analysing characters and figuring out themes that come out through the writing. i won’t go too into the details so that i won’t spoil it for anyone who happens upon this post. but there’s the overarching theme of love; not just romantic love but also platonic love, familial love and the most important one of this novel, self-love. another theme i think is quite relevant and important to this story is more easily relatable to people who read often because it goes into how books can change you BUT you can also change books by reading them over and over again and understanding it better. also how stories can save you but you, as a reader, have the power to save stories by reading them. because in the end, a story continues because you read it. OH I CAN’T FORGET THIS, found family <3 if you’re a fan of found family, this is for you, it’s present throughout the story as a small but encompassing theme.

now this could be just me but i get extremely emotional when it comes to my favourite media, so i squeal with joy at happy parts, sob uncontrollably when sad scenes come up, punch my pillows when something makes me mad⏤ you get my point. and this novel gave me an entire rollercoaster of emotions and made me so URGH in good, bad and ugly ways. it kinda brings me back to my point about kdj being an unreliable narrator since the reason why it gets so hard and sad is because this man never tells anyone anything. he takes it upon himself to do everything, much to the annoyance and despair of his companions and us the readers. we know nothing other than what kdj is willing to tell us, not about his plans, not about him, not about his own feelings. and we’re left to guess and guess until everything is laid bare and then we’re still trying to. process everything. yeah i don’t know if this part is making any sense but i can’t really go into detail without majorly spoiling the story. so you’re gonna have to come back to my post once you’re done to be like “ohhh, right this is what they meant.” /j

To move to a lighter and probably my last point, the novel illustrations are gold i tell you. it’s done by a person named blackbox or bb-nim for short and i love just going through their art for fun. of course, if you’re reading it on a website like i did, then you’re not going to see the illustrations side by side so you should definitely check out blackbox’s twitter which i’ve linked here :] you’ll probably also find their art on pinterest. gorgeous art i tell you, BUT BUT BUT there are spoilers here and there so beware if you go digging through their media tab on their twt. I’ll put some of my favourite pieces that are as non-spoiler as possible under this

so. yeah. these are my reasons for why you should read both the orv webtoon and novel. In the end, all i can say is that if you give them a chance, you’ll probably get hooked just as i did. i knew to a certain extent about how the novel was but nothing prepared me enough but i’m not complaining because it is genuinely so good. i’ll add a list of content warnings here that i got from the wiki page because i don’t want anyone to be ambushed by anything they’re not comfortable with reading: graphic violence, death and murder, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, suicide, body horror, dissociation, transphobia (this might be a deal breaker and it would be for me too as a nonbinary person but it’s not a major focus and happens a couple times throughout the story), cephalopods, tentacles (yes these are real content warnings on the wiki HAHAHA), and finally hospitals.

to all of you who actually read this far, thank you! you are a great person for reading through a random person on the internet go on and on about a webtoon and novel, hope you have an awesome day/night ahead of you! if you have any questions about things in the webtoon or novel, feel free to hit me up, i’m always down to have conversations about orv (none of my irls have read it but i will use this essay to convince one of them to give it a chance so wish me luck). anyway, peace out folks! :]

[yanechkaneznayu]

✩₊˚ jebediah christoff ; reassurance

Hello. If you see this story on Wattpad, I'm crossposting!

It had been a little harder to maintain my composure, especially when our stupid boss wouldn't quit talking about deadlines. Right when all of us thought we'd get our well deserved break, Phobos would manage to find a way and destroy our hopes, dropping yet another load of work onto our desks.

When all this started - when Phobos kept demanding that we work harder - I was still able to get through it all. My job wasn't that hard, anyways. All I had to do was write documents about the final results of each experiment he had us do. At first, it was easy. Phobos wasn't proposing that much experiments for the other scientists to do.

All of a sudden, though, something seemed to push him on. His calmness was no longer present, temper so unbelievably short (I mean, he raises his voice when, and I quote, "the scientists footsteps are too loud around here."), and his professionalism seemed to die on him as well.

It seemed like he didn't care anymore. He wanted the experiments done and he wanted them done fast.

Whatever Phobos was having the scientists make was nowhere near good. It was his (so-obvious) desire for control. It was an artifact that could feed his power-hungry soul.

That was when he had the scientists make (and, they did indeed make it successfully) the halo.

And, now, look at what happened. The first person to discover the true intentions of Phobos' pressuring desire for the halo to be made was Jebediah.

Oh, Jebediah.

The only reason I was still somewhat sane. The only reason I still decided to stay at Nexus no matter the workload Phobos would drop on us. The only reason each day at Nexus was bearable and tolerable.

It would be a lie (an easily discoverable one, too) if I were to say I liked him. At the amount I desired to be his, I pretty much loved him.

The memories were made worse once I realized I didn't know where he was. Considering we were both scientists (except I had a different duty) we were luckily able to talk to each other.

Jebediah rarely smiled. He rarely ever showed emotion, really. He always seemed to be the type of person who just. . . had so much on his mind - had so much he wanted to say - but never knew how to express it.

Still, there were times he smiled, and it would make my heart flutter. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't wanna see a smile on his face more often.

He was always there for me - he read me better than I could read myself.

Where is he now?

It seemed like existence itself closed in on me when I had come across this realization.

At that very moment, it seemed like the new normal was in progress. Nexus was being destroyed, and no one knew who was behind it. Hofnarr went mad, Crackpott is somewhere unknown to me.

As I walked through some debris of Nexus, I had with me a gun. Phobos was crazy enough to have a whole stash. I swear, this man had intentions we should have seen. He was a walking red flag.

I pressed my finger on the button that would increase my walkway. I sniffed and looked down, caring so much about where Jebediah was with the desire of not wanting to care. My perspective switched from the concrete floor to the view in front of me. It was-

"Jeb?"

There he was.

With a gun in his hand, he looked up at me. His emotionless demeanor calmed me down. It had been something I was so used to - something I missed so much.

I didn't know what to do. Maybe I wanted to run into his arms and hug him (but I thought twice and realized such an act would be too. . . rambunctious.) or maybe I wanted to stay still. After seeing what Hofnarr turned into, I was aware - too aware - and Jebediah was holding a gun, after all.

It seemed like he thought the same. I was holding a gun, same as him, and he seemed wary of my presence but comforted at the same time.

I didn't care anymore. All I cared about was that he was alive.

I bent down and dropped my gun before running into his arms and pulling him into the tightest hug I've ever given.

Taken aback, he carefully and slowly placed his hand on my back as the other hand still held onto his gun. I missed this. I missed him.

"Fucking hell. . ." I muttered. "Where have you been?"

- POV switch -

He smiled, moving his hand from his back to your head. He ran his hand through your hair lovingly, chuckling lightly as you embraced him. He had always desired to be this close to you, that your body was pressing against him (non-sexually) as it was a form of intimacy he wanted to experience with you.

You found it strange, however. . . He was never really the touchy-feely type. In fact, he always kept his hands to himself, never being seen sharing a hug with someone or even holding someone's hand.

You pulled away, looking up at him with tears in your eyes threatening to spill.

"I thought you were dead. I thought you were gone."

Jebediah couldn't help himself - the realization that someone genuinely cared about him; let alone worried about his absence - made him feel. . . worth it.

(And, don't get me wrong, he is worth it.)

"I'm right here, (L/N)." He said. It was oddly comforting. There was sweetness laced in his voice. It was almost. . . intoxicating.

"What happened?" You asked him, wiping away your tears. Jebediah wished he wiped those tears away for you, but thought an act like that would come off as creepy. "And. . . why do you have that halo on your head? Are you gonna do bad things to Nevada? Like Phobos wanted to do? Are you planning to kill me? Or anyo-"

You had gone on a spiel about your worries. It had scared you, the power Jebediah now had, and the not-knowing what he would use it for. You were afraid he was just as power-hungry as Phobos, but was able to hide it better.

You were always the overthinker.

Your anxieties brought you to the brink of tears once again, your hands shaking in front of you as your figure tensed up. Jebediah sensed what was happening to you, and, in an attempt to calm you down, (dropped the gun and) hugged you closer to him.

With one arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand placed on the top of your head, he soothingly shushed you.

He wasn't always the best at comforting people.

"It's okay, (Y/N)." He said. "If I have to hurt people. . . I won't hurt you.

Not you.

Never you."

There was a dramatic pause. You took in what he said, and, at that very moment, with his body pressed against yours and his chin resting on the top of your head, everything seemed. . . fine.

"F-Fuck," you stuttered, burying your face into his lab coat. "Fucking hell, Jeb. I,

I love you, fuck-"

Your eyes widened when you realized what you had just said. Curse your goshdarn feelings. Curse it all.

You always had a habit of saying things you never meant to say out loud, whether that be something harsh ("the formatting of this paper is terrible, let me do it instead.") or impulsively nice ("you smell nice.") and it had to happen now with Jebediah fucking Christoff.

You prayed he didn't hear it. You prayed his lab coat silenced your words.

He chuckled - and, for a moment, your worries were dismissed, that is. . . until he kissed your forehead and replied:

"I love you too."

It had been years. Years of loving him, working at Nexus, bearing with Phobos' outbursts, writing useless papers and printing them, spending time with Jebediah and understanding your feelings for him. It had been a good four or five years since you two've been working together and it dawned on you just then that he loved you back.

For some time, it was quiet. No words were being exchanged. It was just plain, boring silence.

"Hey," he said. "I don't know what the future holds. I don't know what will happen - what is going to happen - but I know one thing. I'll stay by your side, as long as you're okay with the idea of staying by my side for as long as I live."

Staying with him? Forever, in short? Why, of course you'd agree.

With a small yet visible-enough smile on your face, you look up at him. His demeanor changed from happy to serious, the kind of serious you always saw in him when he'd get coffee in the early morning or talk about how bad Phobos is.

"Sure." You reply.

He knew it still worried you. He knew the future was something you were not willing to botch because it would be the one thing you'd have until you'd wind up dead one day. He knew how important the future was to you, and he knew how scared you were of it.

As he ran his fingers through your hair reassuringly, he spoke once more. Ah, you loved his voice. You absolutely loved the way he sounded, even when he was on about something so bad and annoying. Sometimes, you'd work overtime just to hear what he'd say about Phobos or the like.

"It'll be okay," he said. "We'll be okay."

[thatonecitykid]

I bet on Losing

Hey everyone! Sorry this is so sad.. was already crying so might as well make everyone else cry.This takes place after Endgame but during the same time as Far From Home. Listen to "I Bet on Losing Dogs" by Mitski for the full experience. Word Count: 2517. Have fun angels :)

Peter had finally left for his class trip, Pepper and Morgan had gone to spend their summer in Malibu, the remaining avengers were either in space or had completely disappeared from your life. Here you were after five years of your life had evaporated, and after all this time you had to play your fathers role for all the remaining avengers. You hadn't had the opportunity to cry when you first learned about what had happened. You couldn't cry at the funeral, not because you did not want to, but because you felt as if your father wouldn't want to see it. No one wanted to leave you alone, but after months of trying to dig some type of emotion out of you they had assumed that the death and slow disappearance of your makeshift avenger family had unaffected you.

You finally had the opportunity to exist alone. You had also finally mustered up the strength to visit secluded cabin your father had lived in for the last five years of his life. Although you had been given the keys immediately after the funeral, something about visiting the area made you feel uneasy. Not necessarily creeped out but just as if you did not belong, after all it was something your father invested in after you had already blipped away for several months.

You drove up to the cabin alone, slowly unlocking the door as if to not start or whoever may be inside. Before even entering the cabin, it looks clean, you assume that Pepper has had people cleaning constantly to maintain the cabin. It made sense, it was something she's cherished. You stepped into the cabin slowly and began to look around. The walls were lined with framed pictures of Morgan, family pictures of Pepper, your dad, and Morgan, and random posters and vintage albums. Although you were not the one to complain about it, having no evidence of your existence in the main areas of the home caused your heart dropped. As you wandered through the kitchen and the main family room, there is no evidence of Tony's life prior to the blip, just a somewhat normal family of three.

You decide to wander to the basement area, leaving the office and bedroom spaces upstairs for later. There was a large sitting area that you assumed they watched movies in. There was also a playroom painted pink featuring all sorts of gadgets very similar to those you grew up with that Tony had made for you. Towards the back hall of the basement, it was a glass door to your father's workshop area. You open the door gently and made your way in.

Despite looking like somewhat of a mess, you knew that behind the madness there was a method. You could tell that although your dad left in a hurry, things were placed in specific spots very similarly to how he did in every other one of his workshops. You walked towards his swiveling chair, noticing a metal box with a button on the worktable. You press the button and jump back as a life-size hologram of your father appeared in the room. He began

"Hi Pepper. My love, my muse, my boss. If you are listening to this then I did the one thing you have always told me not to do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the worry I've put you through, and I am sorry for taking myself away from you. I was a gift wasn't I. You've already seen another version of this message, but it never hurts to see your face again my darling."

The tears in your eyes begin to form, not because you had not expected to see your father. At this point you had already seen the message he had left after the funeral; It was only really meant for Pepper and Morgan, never addressing you.. At the funeral you refused to enter the cabin but as you watched the message while standing outside, Happy looked over at you with remorse but you kept a straight face again. Who were you to complain at your dead dad's funeral? Yet this message radiated the same energy.

As the second portion of the message began to play tears began to fall faster. It almost feels like an out of body, sure your dad had taken up different kids during your time growing up, but this message made you feel as If you had been completely replaced. Although it felt like a dumb theory there was no evidence as to your existence prior to Morgan.

"Hello my little scientist. How's my favorite person. Daddy is really sorry I can't be there right now. Be a trooper and hug you mom for me real quick. Now you must be surprised because I'm supposed to be the strongest dad in the world but let me tell you kid, sometimes crazy things happen when put on the ironman helmet. My little minion I love you 3000. My love for you is infinite. You have been and will forever be daddy's best friend."

Here you were crying over a child who had also lost her father, filled with jealousy over the fact that you father had chosen her and failed to consider your return but had prepared for Peter's return, still had projects waiting for Harley, and had in fact set up a stable plan for Morgan's future. At this point you were sobbing, what had all felt like a bad nightmare and jumping to conclusions had started to feel way too real. This emotion was even stronger than when you watched footage from your father suit as the snap happened, this emotion felt like a stab in the back.

Maybe he never loved me.

You tried to collect yourself but were still sobbing when the holographic figure of you father disappeared. You might as well finish the house tour before leaving. The upstairs portion of the house featured Tony and Pepper's room, Morgan's room and two other doors. The main bedroom was tidy and organized, with a closet full of clothes that both Pepper and your dad had left. You walked into Morgan's room and did a quick look around, not wanting to invade child space. Returning to the hallway you opened the door to your father's office. Inside there was a rather simple with a desk, a leather chair, and two matching chairs. The plants in the room were growing well, meaning someone still came to water them. There were a few pictures on the wall, including Peter's Stark internship picture, and a random picture you took of the original Avengers after their first New York battle. On the desk there was another metal box similar to that in the workpace. You argued whether or not you wanted to potentially break your heart more before giving in, siting in the leather seat and pressing the button.

A slim beam of light scanned over your face, confirming your identity, and the box began to play. To say you were shocked is an understatement, as your father's hologram appeared across the desk sitting in one of the matching chairs.

"Hello Munchkin. If you've found this box, then I just going to have to accept that I've failed you. You've been gone for five years and regret every moment leading up to when you snapped away. You really did want to come to space with me, and honestly you would have been helpful, but I don't think I could see you Blip away and have the will to continue. That being said because I am already admitting I was wrong, I should not have had your suit take you to the bunker room, where you eventually snapped away alone. I regret that decision y constantly. On another note, I'm sorry I didn't hug you as soon as you got back, I clearly I cannot really hug anyone."

You had finally given up on holding in their tears. You didn't have to be strong in front of your dad. He had always held you when you cried and this time he couldn't. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but nothing felt the same.

"I hope you are crying, because if I'm crying alone during this part, I'll be embarrassed, his image continued as it stood up and leaned against the back of the chair. Munch I know you've probably walked around this house and have found no evidence of yourself. You've probably beat yourself up about how much I love Morgan, but think about it. The amount of time I've spent these last 5 years essentially idolizing you would not have been good for her to experience. "

You rose quickly from the chair. Not even one damn picture?

"Now I know you're wondering not even a single picture. Pick up the projector box and follow me ."

You did as the digital version of your father told you and followed it back into the hallway.

"Put the box down and put your hand on the center of the door. "

This activated a scanner which opened up the door to the room. As you walked in you recognized that this was an exact replica of your room back in the Malibu house. You were still a kid when the original house was blown to pieces but somehow everything was exactly as you remembered it. As you walked further into the room you noticed the large screens, placed like picture frames, which played videos and pictures of you and your dad throughout the years.

Your father walked towards the center of the room, bounded by how far the projector was.

"You see kid, me and you have somewhat the same grieving styles. I have a feeling you didn't cry at the funeral. I have a feeling you haven't cried, at least in a way that someone else could have noticed. You take after me in that sense."

The hologram started to sniffle, your dad had actually started crying when recording this. You really wanted to hug him, the reality of his death hurt even more. You had finally allowed yourself to start grieving.

"Look, I know you used to listen to the song about betting on losing dogs when you wanted to cry, but that does not apply to you at all. You may have gotten a more complicated stick of life, but I can tell ya, this does not need to be your villain origin story. From the first day I took you home I could tell you were a fighter, but I need you to feel as if its ok to cry. I've spent hours on this floor in shambles wishing you were here. The small things that Morgan does that remind me of you throw me into sadness pools constantly. You are my motivating force. I really hope you allow yourself to cry about it so that you can continue in life. I don't think I can stand in this room for any longer before I cannot speak at all, so please take the projector back to my office. "

As you lifted the projector you thought about how much this must have hurt your father to record. Maybe he didn't want anyone to encounter this box except for you. As you placed the box on the desk, you sat back into the leather chair as your father's holograph sat across from you.

"On a different note, you are probably wondering why I seemed to set up a game plan for everyone but you. With Morgan I just made sure she had a comfortable, who am I kidding, lavish funding behind her. I can't dictate what a five-year-old should do. For Harley you know that I've always looked out for him, a position in Stark industries honestly should not have surprised you. Peter is what I feel most conflicted about. I'm not setting him up to become the next Ironman, I'm setting him up to become the greatest version of Spiderman he can be. Well, I know the media is probably going to take it and run having known that Spiderman and Ironman we're friends at some point, but I'm really giving you the biggest responsibility. I don't expect you to live in my shadow, I want you to outgrow it. I think you might be surprised to see everything that I left you, besides Stark industries itself. That's a conversation for another day."

"I know I've been speaking for quite a while, but my baby, my baby yes I called you that. I know how much this has all affected you, and I'm sorry, I am completely sorry and do take full fault for it all. But now because we cannot change the past, let's focus on the present. I want you to know that I loved you with my entire being. I'm not sure how to emphasize this enough but I do want you to know you were cared for, you were loved, and you were thought about for every minute. If you don't get to see this message, and I'm already gone, that means this message will never have to play for anyone. Either I found you and I've given you a new message, or I'm rolling in my grave. Either way my darling I cannot emphasize how much I love you. I do hope for the best for. Before I have to go, I want to see you smile. Sure, I can't physically see it right now, but I can imagine it."

As the recording choked out that last sentence, you flashed a weak smile. A face sticky with all the tears that you have been crying.

Now I know you need to get back home, but when you get back to the city, stop by the shawarma place and get something to eat. you gotta eat Darling. Also don't act like you don't like Peter, you two idiots keep pushing each other away in cannot take it. Now I'm gonna say goodbye mini me. Watch over Pepper and Morgan for me, okay? I love you."

You took one final sweep of the house before heading back to your car. You had cried so much that your eyes physical hurt. You almost felt a sense of comfort having finally released some of the pent-up emotion. As you drove towards the city and towards the Shawarma place you almost felt kind of sad, knowing that all of your friends were in a foreign country. Yet you still felt as if your best friend, your Dad was watching over you. And in all reality that felt as if it was the only thing that mattered.

[waynewifey]

A dream of you and me—

soulmate!au

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: In a world where a dream means something more, trying to save the boy from your dreams can change your life.

Warnings: angst, crying

Words: 1900.

A/N: Thank you so much for the amazing feedback on my last fic! I’m sorry it took me so long to comeback, please remember that my requests are always open! I hope you like this.

I've always liked dreaming. It's the moment of the day where I'm taken to a random place with random people to live a priceless adventure. Tonight I dreamed with a boy. Well, I was the boy. We were running through the Hogwarts corridors, but somehow no one saw us. It was like we were invisible. We ran up to the bridge, staring at the moonlight. He was sad for an unknown reason, I could feel it. I saw his black locks blocking the vision when it winded. I've never seen his face before, but, somehow, he felt like... home. He let out a deep breath and I heard some footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the image became blurred. I let out a gasp, waking up. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, before opening my curtains, looking around and noticing it was still night. I got up and walked to the biggest window in the room. The moon looked exactly like the one in my dream. Maybe it is happening right now, I thought. But that was impossible. Well, not really impossible, more like improbable. The soulmate link was a very rare occasion. One would dream about the day or the moment the other were living for days or years, until they meet and recognise each other as soulmates. But they wouldn't see faces or hear voices, so that turned the meeting more difficult and rare. I've never met soulmates beside the ones in fantasy books.

The morning after, I woke up earlier than usual, as I could barely sleep. I got ready quickly and ran to the Great Hall. I was looking for someone who looked like they haven't slept properly, someone who may be up all night. But, to be honest, all seventh graders looked almost dead, thanks to the exams. A red head sat beside me, putting some books on the table.

"I have something to tell you." I immediately said.

"Not even a 'Good Morning'? Fine then. What is it?" Lily Evans replied. I rolled my eyes at her, beginning to speak.

"I dreamt with someone. I know it's rare but I really think it may be... that." She looked disinterested, picking her food. "Lily, I'm serious! It felt so real! And I could feel his feelings too! What should I do?"

"There's nothing to do yet, I guess. You'll have to keep dreaming and collecting clues. But maybe you could forget about it and help me with my charms assignments." She bit a piece of bread and I gave her an yellow smile. By the corner of the eye, I saw a group of boys approaching.

"Or you could ask your pain in the ass boyfriend." She scoffed, turning around and smiling at James Potter, whom were now sitting beside her, embracing her back with his arm and laughing loudly about something I didn't knew. Remus Lupin sat on my side, as usual. He was the only tolerable one in the group. He often helped me with my studies, but our relationship was very far from a friendship. Other two boys sat in front of us.

The day went by normally. Too many classes for my last two neurones. I was exited to go to my dorm and sleep, to test my theory.

I could see the dark sky and the Whomping Willow. A rat ran to the roots of the tree and pressed a small knot. The tree stoped moving. We dove into a hole next to it. After a long time walking inside of a tight tunnel, we arrived at the gardens of a house. The Shrinking Shack?! What is he doing here? We entered the house and walked to what looked like a living room. I watched as a gigantic creature approached. Some kind of wolf, but it was standing in two legs. It's arms were thin. It was looking a bit... tired? I analysed the beast carefully. A werewolf! Why was he around that monster? He was in danger!

I jumped out of  bed, running to get my robe and my wand. I left the dorms, running to the Castle Grounds. The wind was extremely cold, but I kept running. I searched for the knot on the Whomping Willow. After a few times being thrown in the air by the tree, I finally got to the secret hole. It seemed like it took me forever to get to the house. I heard a howl and a growl, which made me desperate to find my soulmate. Would he even be alive by now? I came across a bizarre scene. A werewolf, a huge black dog, a stag and a mouse – the mouse in my dreams – all laying on the floor. The werewolf turned its head to me, growling at me. The dog jumped, getting in front of me. Where was my soulmate? The werewolf tried to attack me, but the stag got on its way. They were protecting me? Why? The dog barked at me, getting my attention. He ran to the exit door, turning his head back at me, as if he were calling me. I followed him. I ran to the gardens, but the dog was gone. Suddenly, a boy came out of behind a tree, wearing a black fur robe. I annalized his face in the moonlight. I recognised his black locks from my dreams. Sirius Black.

"What are you doing here? You need to go back to the castle right now." He said, eyes not focusing on me and ears on alert, still taking care of whatever was happening in the house.

"What are YOU doing here?! Did you know that is not a regular wolf, but a werewolf?! And if it bites you-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, you. Leave." He cut my speech, making me roll my eyes.

"I can't let you die! Every night I have these dreams, you're always getting yourself in trouble and-"

"You dream with me? You saw Moony?"

"Yes, Black, keep track. Stop interrupting me. Wait, who's Moony?" Sirius looked around, getting closer and lowering his voice, like he was about to tell me a secret.

"Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf. The stag is James Potter. I'm not sure if you've seen it, but the rat is Peter Pettigrew and... I'm the dog. Yeah, yeah, woof. We're animagus. Remus is under control... well, kind of. But it's still not safe for you and I need to take you back to the castle." I was stunned when he grabbed me by the elbow and made me walk all the way back. My thoughts wouldn't process, my mind was a mess.

"You're supposed to drink the tea, not stare at it, you know?" Sirius said, his voice echoing in the empty common room. I blinked for the first time in a while. I took a last look at my teacup, glancing upwards. I stared at his obsidian orbits, frowning my eyebrows trying to figure out what to say. Sirius Black was my soulmate. This guy I've never really talked to before, whom I know practically nothing about, and now I discover he's an illegal animagus, friends with a werewolf and will probably reject me so badly the angels will pity and and let me escape from hell. Because I made it quite obvious by telling him about my dreams, and he ignored it.

"I dreamt about you, you know what this means, right?" I couldn't keep the eye contact for long and quickly went back to staring at my tea. I moved in the couch to a more closed posture.

"Yeah, I understand it just fine." He said. I couldn't figure out his emotions by the tone of his voice, so I looked at him. His expression was as neutral as his tone, not helping me at all.

"Oh, okay. I wasn't expecting this." I rested my cup on the coffee table in front of us, getting up. I felt a slight spark of anger inside of me, starting to burn everything. He scoffed, leaning back on the chair. "Well I don't like that either! It's just- It seems unfair to condemn me to literal hell just because you're not happy about me being your soulmate!" The words bursted out of my mouth without a previous warning, tears forming in my eyes. I had waited for so long to see if I had a soulmate and he just scorn me like that? "I'm sorry if I'm not what you expected, but this isn't my fault!" I blubbered, gathering all the small amount strength that kept me on foot to turn around and walk away. But before I could do so, his arms embraced me in a harm and desperate hug. The smell of his hair made me dizzy, and I could honestly live there.

"I never believed in this. I never thought fate would bring someone to keep company to a person like me but- seeing you cry made my heart ache... So please stay. I don't care if we're soulmates or not, I just... need you here."

Epilogue — 3 years later.

I finished mixing the coffee and placed it at the silver tray. I took a final look: scrambled eggs, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, and bangers — it all looked delicious. Not the kind of thing I was used to do, but I definitely am good at it. I walked to our room and opened the door. He was in the same place he was when I left earlier: the bed. I put the tray on the nightstand, preparing myself to wake him up. I sat beside him, staring at his unique features. The sunlight coming through the curtains lightened his nude torso and I got myself admiring his skin.

“Breakfast in bed? Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?” His husky morning voice, massaged my ears. “Fiancée, actually.”

“Well, I thought this was a great way to celebrate your first day of work and our three year anniversary.” I kissed the top of his head as my hands danced around on his curls. “But don’t get used to it, you’re the cooker in this relationship.”

“I love you, Y/N L/N Black.” I stared down at his face. The same face of the boy I fell in love with, a long time ago, and I remembered the first time we kissed through sobs and hugs. This was when I realised I loved Sirius Black more than anything in the world and I knew we were forever. I smiled at him and kissed him passionately.

“I love you too.” He smiled widely at me and pulled me to under the sheets, throwing my apron across the room. “You’ll be late, Siri.” Sirius rolled his eyes at me and got on top of me.

“I have more important matters to deal with right now.”

[imaginesfora3]

[1/2] i've always wanted to req smth w/ kazu and him being an art kid but held back bUT NOW THAT U MENTION MY BEST BOY. may i request kazu getting little sketches/mini-art pieces but like,, there's no name written down as to who sent it. basically they're like,, anonymous love letters but instead of words there's just drawings. occasionally there's a phrase or a sentence on it but that's the most he gets so he tries to find the mystery sender

[2/2] bc he’s super flattered + wants to get to know the person behind the lovely art!! so he eventually does find the sender which turns out to be one of his classmates (reader)! i’ll leave the ending/his reactions to you, as well as the type of writing (hc/drabble/etc)! thank you sm in advance 🥺

Miyoshi Kazunari: 

Kazunari loves the mystery behind the little pieces of art that are left for him to find, even addressed to him with his name written in handwriting that he can almost recognize. He doesn’t know what to do with them at first but he likes to display them in his room, telling anyone who asks that they come from a secret admirer (his dorm mates are skeptical, but he insists he didn’t make them himself). 

He really starts to look forward to receiving these little gifts every day but he starts to snoop around, asking his growing list of acquaintances if they know the art style or if they’d seen anyone leaving them around for him to find. Since most of his investigations come up blank he considered actually leaving it alone, but when you give him a piece of art that makes his heart jump in his chest he knew he had to find you. Even if you didn’t want something romantic in nature with him, he could only see the benefits of forming a close relationship with a fellow artist. 

Kazunari isn’t the stealthy and quiet type but this day he was, hidden in the area where you’d normally leave the sketches or paintings for him. He jumps out and scares you half to death, catching the canvas you’d been carrying before it hit the floor. He begs you not to run away from him, wanting nothing more than to talk before he launches into a long rant gushing about how your art made him feel an array of emotions that he could only hope to inspire with his own paintings. 

He gives you his number without a moment of hesitation, telling you to DM him some time so he can get some creative advice. A friendship begins where two fellow artists exchange tips and tricks to their art, sending sketches back and forth with both criticism and praise. In such a short amount of time, Kazunari begins to realize you’re the only person he tended to reply to immediately, wanting to hear what you had to say and trying to learn even more about you. 

Kazunari wasn’t as shallow or stupid as some people liked to think he was, so he knew from the very beginning that he was going to fall for you and he was falling faster than intended. He’d been working on a painting for awhile, an original one, hoping that it could properly display his feelings for you. If you didn’t see it and understand what he was saying then he had failed as a man and an artist. 

The painting and colors are a mixture of your style and his, a beautiful blending of two talents that he hoped got his point across. He’s nervous as he leaves the painting for you to find, texting you that he’d left you a gift before silencing his phone, wondering if he would even be able to emotionally handle your response. He checks back, again and again, almost giving up after a solid hour of silence from your part before you sent him a text asking to meet up. 

He could actually cry from relief at the happy smile you show him, telling him that this was without a doubt your new favorite piece of art (that you’d be displaying in your room since it had scribbled on the back ‘for your eyes only’). Instead of crying, though, he shows his gratitude for all the joy you’d brought to his life by bringing you into a tight hug, thanking you for being who you were and showing him the power of being himself. 

[quirkdotcom]

The Arrangement | Part Two- The Meeting

Chapter Summary: It's finally the weekend for (Y/n) so that means its time to meet this suitor of hers...but also the Number one hero Endeavor. Could things be any worse ??

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the late update !!! I have been having troubles with writers block, and a few personal things, but I am going to try and stay in this writing habit !! I am even working on a denki fic !! Anyways, enjoy !

Part One

"(Y/n), our guests are here, come greet them," your mother called from the front room, where you were dreading to go.

"Coming! Just a moment!" You called, smoothing down the skirt that you had bought earlier this week. You took a deep breath, taking a moment to send Maiko a quick message about how you were about to meet with Endeavour and his son.

As you made your way down the stairs, you could hear your father already laughing and making conversation with Enji Todoroki, but those were the only voices you heard. 

"Ah, there's my daughter!" He proudly beamed, most likely fake as he was never proud of you...not like this. 

You forced a smile onto your face, bowing your head slightly as you approached the two figures.  When you looked back up, you first made eye contact with the pro hero. 

He was intimidating, somewhere around six foot.  Though it wasn't his height, or sturdy build, or even the scar across his face, that made him fearsome. No. 

You found that it was the look in his eyes, they held very little emotion as he looked to you. If anything, they were scrutinizing and mean. The same that you had seen in your own father's eyes at times. 

Quickly, you averted your eyes, now looking to his son, the guy who you were going to be forcefully placed into a marriage with. 

After Maiko and you found out that Shoto was the son of Enji, and that you'd be meeting with him, your best friend had asked her coworker, Kirishima for his phone number, as they were classmates. And the redhead happily gave it to Maiko, who in turn, gave it to you. 

You had tried your best to make the first text quick, and explain everything, but the dual haired boy had never responded. 

You smiled politely to him. After being able to text him earlier this week, you hoped that Enji didn't know about the milkshake incident, or that you had tried talking to his son. But hey, luckily you were skilled at acting. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N)," 

"This is Shoto, and my name is Enji, but I'm sure you already know who I am," 

You nodded, "It is an honor to have you in our home, Im sure that my parents have already asked that you both make yourself at home here," 

Together, the four walked into the main living room, where Tea and some light snacks were readily made and kept warm by a maid. 

Once seated, your mother began to speak.

"Tell me, Shoto, how are your studies? I heard that you attend UA!"

He looked up to her, thinking for a moment, "It's good. By now, the weaker students have been weeded out. I'm actually one of the top three students there currently," 

You perked up, wanting to see how much he'd tell about UA, what it meant to be in the top three, and whether or not it was anything like your father said.

"Really? Tell me more! I've heard a lot about that school, and I've always wished I had been able to attend," you started, but stopped shortly as a hand was placed firmly on your shoulder. 

"(Y/N) Now don't bombard him. I'm sure that he doesn't want to speak about school on the weekend, " Your father gave you a side eye, in which you only nodded as a response.

It was silent for some time before you mother spoke up once more, "(Y/n), why don't you show Shoto to our garden, while your father and Enji talk details," 

"Yes mother," You said, masking your emotions with yet another fake smile, holding onto it until you and Shoto reached the backyard, where your mother's prized garden waited. 

Upon closing the door behind you, you sighed heavily. 

"You too huh?" Todoroki glanced over, his eyes reflecting the same amount of disdain for the situation. 

"Yeah...this isn't quite how I'd like life to go," you shrugged, knowing that you didn't really have a choice. 

At first, he didn't say anything, letting you lead the way further into the garden, and in the conversation. 

"Oh and again, I'm really sorry about my milkshake...and for having to get your number from that Kirishima guy, I know that it isn't polite," 

As he stopped to hold the bud of a blooming flower between his fingers,  Todoroki shrugged, "It's fine. No one was home to question me about the stains on my clothes, and Kirishima gave me a heads up," 

"Oh! It stained your clothes! Please let me make it up somehow!" You turned to face him, eyes widening some as you realized that he had been wearing a white shirt that day. 

"But I already said it was fine? It's just a shirt, by now my sister probably cleaned it fairly well," 

"Oh…" you nodded once, rocking backwards onto your heels, "I guess that's okay then…" 

He straightened out, "We should talk about the rhino in the room," 

You paused, "Uhhh...elephant," 

He stared at you, blinking slowly, then looked around, as if he was wondering if you and your parents had enough money to manage an elephant.

"The saying goes that there's an elephant in the room..not a...rhino?" You pause for a moment, "But uh yes, I agree…" 

With that, Shoto nods once, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you also don't want to go through with an arranged marriage," 

"That's correct…but I really have no choice. I'd be facing my father everyday, met with a wall of un-forgiveness. I don't think I'd be able to handle it," You let out a long sigh, walking more until you found the bench put in by your mother.

He followed you, taking a seat after you had sit down. He wore a pensive look on his face, as if he was thinking about some past memory.

After a few moments he said, "But, it's your life…" 

You looked away from him, holding your hand out, watching as you activated your quirk.

Around you, loose dirt and sand raised from the ground, coming together into hard clumps of dirt. As you closed your fist, the shot forwards and fell as their energy died out. You could do this with most organic substances, but sand, dirt and rocks always worked best. 

Your father however, could do it with whatever he wanted. Object propulsion was what he had always called it. Brought things up, and then forwards at alarmingly fast rates. 

"It's never been my life. If it had been my life, I would have attended UA, I would be in control of how I act and how I want to decorate things. What I say and how I express myself. " You dropped your hand, shaking your head, "As much as I wish to defy his rules, I know that I'd only be a bigger disappointment to him and the rest of my family. I'd bring shame to our name and unwanted publicity," 

He didn't answer as first, as instead, memories flashed in front of his eyes. The sports festival being the most prominent. How long had he repressed using his fire. How long had he resented his own reflection.  

As he gazed at you, he could almost see some of the same traits. 

"Well, if that's the case. I suppose that by accepting this arrangement, I would only be helping you." He stood up, holding his hand out to you, "In which I want to get to know you better, that way, a marriage in the future won't be just to merge two hero alliances, but so we can enjoy ourselves," 

You faced him, taking his hand and standing up, the two of you now shaking hands for a short moment. 

"I'm looking forward to that," You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

For the next half an hour, you and Shoto walked around your garden, taking turns talking about your interests and your lives. He told you about his siblings, and his mother. He talked about his friends, his classmates and his school. 

You in turn talked about your best friend, your mother, what it was like at your own school, and your want to have a puppy. 

"A puppy?? What kind? What would you name them?" He asked, stopping by some lavender colored roses, which weren't normally that color, but with your mom's quirk, the ability to change certain aspects about organic life,  like color and size, made it possible. She always talked about the significance of this certain color but you couldn't remember. 

"Any kind! If it was a boy, I'd name him Haku...and for a girl...maybe something like...Kiyo!" You beamed, a little proud of yourself for thinking of names on the spot. 

Shoto nodded, never having thought much about getting a pet, but the idea seemed to grow on him more and more as he doted on the idea of seeing you with a puppy. 

Before you knew it, both of your names were being called by your respective parents. Their meeting must have finished. 

As the two of you walked up, Enji spoke, "The details have been set, once you finish this year, you two will be engaged, and half a year after, the marriage date will be set."

Then your father took over at that point, "From there, our hero agencies will be joined into one, making us all stronger together," 

You caught your mother's eye, she looked a little distant, but still gave you a warm smile, the best one she could afford at the moment. 

Together, the five of you walked to the front door, and watched as Todoroki and his father got into their car, and drove away from your house. 

You waited until you could no longer see their car before turning and walking inside, your father and mother following suit. 

As you turned to walk up the stairs, your name was called once more, it was again, your father.

"(Y/n), do not forget what this means for us," 

"I...I won't" You didn't turn around, only continuing up the stairs and into your room, quietly shutting the door behind you, and sliding down it until you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest. 

While the event had been surprisingly nice, Shoto definitely seemed a lot nicer now that he wasn't covered in a strawberry milkshake. And you two even got along pretty well. 

But, his father and yours...they'd never understand.  To your knowledge, your own father had married your mother to take over her mother's hero agency. Never for love. You weren't even sure if they had come to love each other. 

After some five minutes you stood back up, moving to your bed and flopping down onto it, pulling your bunny plush to you, hugging it tightly.  

Supposedly, now that the details have been set, you'd be seeing more of Shoto and his family...and that almost didn't seem so bad. Maybe, since you wouldn't be alone in all this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

You then pulled out your phone, hitting the power button and watching as the screen turned on, notifications filing in one by one. 

There were some from your group chat, and others from the few youtubers you watched, and then a few hidden text messages. 

When you unlocked your phone and opened the text app, you of course had a few from Maiko, asking how the meeting had gone, and then surprisingly, one from Shoto.

You typed out a response to your best friend first, recounting how everything played out. From seeing how scary his father really was, to the walk in the garden. You kept having to delete things and rewrite them, trying to make it so you seemed more enthused than you were, though she'd definitely catch on either way. 

Then, with a deep breath, you looked to the message from Todoroki. 

It read, "Hey, (Y/n) today wasn't actually too bad. I look forward to actually being friends."

At first, you didn't quite know what to say.  But as you pulled up the keyboard, you found yourself comfortably responding with, "Hey! Me too! Together this won't be terrible!" And hit send without even a second thought. 

Not even a moment later, your phone buzzed, half expecting a text back, you were surprised to see that it was actually a call from Maiko. Well, not too surprised.

"Hello?" 

"Mkay tell me everything, and not the half hearted 'it was so much fun' stuff because I know its a lie," 

You hummed, giving a soft laugh a moment later, "okay, okay, it wasn't exactly the best! His dad is really...really scary. I mean, even without the flames sprouting from his face. Not to mention, Endeavour in the same room as my dad?? I felt like the room drained of any good vibes." 

"Ah so they didn't pass the vibe check," you could almost hear her shaking her head sadly.

"Oh definitely not, " you chuckled, rolling over onto your back, still holding the bunny, "But Shoto isn't actually that bad?? He seemed really nice...not at all like the pictures or how he was at the mall!"

She paused, "Really?? Because I could have sworn that he was ready to kill one or both of us back then," 

"Surprisingly it's true. He spent like ten minutes talking about his siblings and how they all had dinner the day before." 

You both went on to talk about things for some time, passing the time away as your conversation drifted from Todoroki to the upcoming week of school, and the week in general.

At one point, you went to check your calendar app, and was met with another message from Todoroki.

"Ooooh Maiko I have a favor to ask…"

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm.

Levi POV

The other members of the squad gathered to see me spar with the new girl. I've only taken her into my squad because Shadis bragged about how good she was on the combat stimulated graduation test. "If trained by you, she'll be a very efficient titan slayer. However, she seems to work best alone, and when you give her some respect. She strangled a cadet to unconsciousness once for catcalling her. That's the only time she got in trouble with the rules." Shadis explained. I, however, wasn't going to give 'respect' to some privileged cadet who's much younger than I am. He mentioned she's as good as I am but I doubt it because she looks like she can barely lift a rock. Her big mouth back at the courtroom didn't improve my views on her either. A weak brat with a big mouth is as shitty as horse shit in a stable. She did have something different about her though. Her eyes, they held the same expression as mine. "Am I judging her wrong?" I wondered internally before putting the thought aside because what possibly can happen to a privileged brat who lived all her life up here? Dead parents? That happened to pretty much everyone in the undergrounds. As we reached the middle of the courtyard, I saw her take a defensive stance. "Hmm, that is a pretty good strategy" I thought. This means she wants to access my attacking style before attacking me. But it isn't too easy to predict me. With that, I threw a kick at her.

Your POV

He figured out my plan about the defensive strategy. I could see it in his eyes. His face was expressionless but his eyes gave it away. I understood because I never bring what I feel onto my face either. He came close to land a punch on me but I knew it could be a kick as well since he already figured out my plan. I was right and he did through a kick. I caught his leg and tried to twist it so that he would fall down but surprisingly, he just used his other leg to kick at my face. I held it at the last moment but that made him wrap his leg on my neck and throwing me to the ground. He wasn't using any particular fighting technique. He went from offensive to defensive and the other way around in a matter of moments. He made up his moves along the way.

Now that I knew his tactics, I took advantage of my aerobics skills and grabbed his neck from behind with my legs as he was over me holding my hands securely and putting a leg on my back so that I couldn't move while I was on the ground with my nose on the floor. As I choked him, he released my hand to remove my feet from his neck. I took the advantage of it and used my hand to remove his leg from my back and slid away from underneath him. However he caught my leg and as I fell down, he pinned my hands with his legs and my legs with his hands. There was only one thing to do now but that made me feel uncomfortable beyond measures. He wouldn't expect this attack in any way because most people in the army were strong but not flexible enough to do this. I had to thank my childhood in the underground for this as the amount of stretching I went through all my childhood made me flexible enough to ace all the aerobic lessons my aerobics instructor threw at me back when I trained with Uncle Erwin.

"You privileged brats don't know the importance of survival. All you can do is bark like a street dog, trying to make your whims justified. No wonder you can't win. If you have never seen death right infront of your eyes, you can't take a fight seriously. This is what brats like you should get for trying to act like grownups and interfering when your superiors are talking" he said with his monotone voice. A flash of memory went through my head. The picture of a darkened room, the blood splattered on the floor, the many hands approaching me. I knew I had to do something.

Levi POV

I had her now. She did put up a good fight but she definitely didn't last too long. Just when I was thinking this, I saw her boots sliding off and her legs shooting out and then she sat on my face. Leaving out the part about how embarrassing it was, that clearly was something I didn't see coming. She pinned my arms and legs with immense speed using her hands and legs because she couldn't hold it alone with her hands. "I surrender" I grunted because my face was being squished. She got up and saluted me. Everyone was staring dumbstruck. I personally was caught aback with that move. She was looking down on the ground trying to hide her face because she probably was blushing. I had to admit she was good. Being able to bend so much without breaking her back was an immense feat. She was second in command material. I finally understood what Shadis was implying. She doesn't deal with criticism well. Her fighting techniques were impressive enough to gain my respect though, even if she was a subordinate. I decided that I would respect her as an equal since that probably would lead her to trust me and help me to train her to make use of her skills in the most efficient way possible. Maybe I judged her wrong because someone with a privileged life wouldn't be able to react like that to a simple sentence... Her name seemed familiar too...

"I suppose Shadis wasn't lying. You are really talented. I couldn't have predicted that move but please do try not to sit on people's faces because it's awkward." I said keeping my normal monotone voice. "Sorry sir. This won't happen again" She answered, embarrassment clear in her eyes. "You have the quality to be second in command. However, I'll see how good you are on our next expedition and then think about it. You're dismissed. Get me a cup of tea at my office in one hour, Petra" I stated before going back in the castle to take a shower. The fight made me filthy.

Your POV

As embarassing as it was, I won against the strongest soldier of humanity. I was only able to win because he wasn't too tall and I surprised him by sitting on his face. He probably didn't expect a girl to do something like that. Not to mention that my flexibility gave me certain advantages in combat. I wouldn't have won against him otherwise because he's very much stronger than I am. Everyone was staring at me and once Levi left, Petra, Eren and three other men came towards me awestruck. "YOU ACTUALLY DEFEATED LEVI HEICHOU!" Petra screamed. "I thought he was gonna kill you" said Eren with a bright expression. "Well, you did pretty good for a rookie though. I'm Oluo Bozado. Call me Oluo" said one of the three men. "I see you will take my post as second in command in no time" Eld Jinn sighed. I knew him from the newspapers. With that, Eren went back to his chores already since it was clear that he was scared of Levi heichou to death. "She clearly deserves to be second in command given that you never won against heichou" said the other man. "Well, Gunther, atleast I didn't piss my pants like Petra and Oluo here when I first saw titans" said Eld. "It wasn't anything notable. I have much to learn." I answered to them. "Oh come on! Don't be so sour! Lighten up a bit!" Petra laughed, invading my personal space by hugging me out of nowhere. Did she really not get the message that I don't like people around me? "Well, I'll take a shower" I muttered before leaving. I made my contribution to the conversation and went to the bathroom.

After washing my body, I took a blade in my hand as usual and started making clean strokes on my back. Tears streamed from my eyes as my back was bleeding from the not-too-deep wounds but I didn't make any noise. This was the only way I knew to cope with my demons. This reminded of my childhood. Being hurt was what I was born for and I didn’t know how to live without it. The things Levi heichou told me triggered every emotions all at once. I wanted to kill him for denying the fact that I faced all those things that no one should face. I wanted to get rid of the whole squad for being so damn noisy and getting in my personal space. I needed the pain to calm down. "It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts..." my mind kept muttering like it did every day back in the underground. "I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive..." my mind consoled me with every stroke of the blade. This helped me keep my sanity back in the underground. As long as I was alive and I felt the pain, I would be alright.

"Ugh these disgusting food will give me constipation like Levi Heichou. No wonder he looks like someone slapped him all the time" I heard Petra's voice and before I could do anything, the door of the bathroom opened and Petra saw me. She looked petrified to see me naked, crying and bloody and she lunged at me, trying to take the blade from me but I kicked her in the stomach and pushed her out of the bathroom and locked the door. "Damn it, I shouldn't have forgotten to lock" I thought. Petra called at me a while after I asked her to mind her own business and then she left the room. By then I bandaged my back as usual and was cleaning the blood off the washroom when I heard a loud banging of the door and Corporal Levi's voice saying "Open the damn door brat!". I hid the blade and got dressed quickly and opened the door. " Petra told me that you were cutting yourself. Is that true?" he asked firmly. "Yes but it's not her damn business to poke her nose into everything I do" I replied with a cold glare at Petra which made her flinch. "What's your name Cadet?" Levi heichou asked with pure anger in his eyes. "(Y/N) (L/N) Sir." I replied with a calm voice. "And where are you from?" he asked with the same expression. "From Shiganshina District Sir." I replied. Some sort of realization spreaded across his eyes.

He turned to Petra and surprisingly, he only asked her to give me some antiseptic cream before he left. Petra did what he asked but kept giving me a sympathetic look. "Petra, stop with that pitying look that you're giving me. I don't need it" I told her while we were making lunch together. "I'm sorry." she replied but didn't stop with the sympathetic looks. I decided to let it slide. I didn't talk much at lunch except for when Eld asked me about my graduation results. They were mostly busy talking to themselves about how I beat Levi heichou until Levi heichou himself arrived shutting all of their mouths. After lunch, Oluo and Gunther were doing the dishes and I took a new book from my bag and went near the pond behind the castle to read it. The stairs of the bank was clean. Levi heichou probably made Eren clean it. "I see you're into reading too" I heard Levi heichou's voice. I stood up and saluted. He nodded and sat on the stairs too. "You can sit cadet" he said in his monotone voice. I sat at my place glad that he kept a good distance from me.

"Are you the girl who killed that Garrison soldier? " heichou asked without looking at me. "Yes sir." I replied calmly. I should've expected this to come up. "I read that book. It's a good one" he said, again with his usual monotone voice but that sentence made me blush. Levi heichou reads romance books with machoism in it? "You probably would like the book more as it is from a girl's point of view. After all, you do seem to cut yourself" he said. "It's not like that, heichou. I suppose cutting myself reminds me that I'm alive and I can make everything right. I feel like this book portrays it well because as long as you feel pain, you can still hope to feel happiness someday. When you stop feeling pain, you're either dead or too numb to feel anything. I honestly would like to keep feeling because when someone is numbed, all that's left for them is to die." I answered.

"I've heard something similar to that. About having no regrets. I suppose you can only have regrets when you're numb as you wouldn't have anything to live for. So, I guess that makes sense." he replied. "Heichou, please don't mind me asking, but, why are you alive?" my mouth blurted out. "Well, honestly, I don't know. Probably because humanity needs me and I probably am making a difference? I don't know really." he answered vaguely. "So, is it pride that's keeping you alive?" I asked him. "No. It's not. You could say, I'm alive because if I can make a contribution to eradicate the titans, I will feel worthy of having a normal life." he answered. It was strange that he talked to me so freely. Is it because I gained his respect by that fight? "So, you want to make things right for yourself and the feeling of worth is what makes you remember that you are alive and well enough to do that." I stated. "Yes. That's it." he replied. With that he started reading another book. After a while I was ensured that he won't make anymore conversation and so I got immersed into my own book.

A week later

Levi heichou decided to train me personally after my first day at his squad. He told me that I had potential but I wasn't doing things right and just agility won't get me anywhere. Thus, I needed to build my strength. Yesterday, Levi heichou found me cleaning the stables as he ordered me to do so after I spilled a cup of tea on him and apparantly my cleaning was close to flawless which is why, I was excused from every other cleaning duties and was assigned with cleaning his office daily. "I take back everything I said about you getting out of work, (Y/N). You just got handed a death sentence." Eren told me last night at dinner time. "Just don't argue with him when he shouts at you. Answer with 'yes heichou' only." Petra chimed in. "You'll get kicked out of the squad now for sure" Oluo snorted while the others merely gave me pityful looks. "I don't know... It didn't seem too bad when he criticized the way I cleaned the stable... Heichou even helped out to clean the spots I missed." I answered, confused with their statements. "Huh? Levi Heichou shouted at me to clean the stable again during my first time... And he made me do it three times..." Eren answered, quite surprised. "You must be really good at it then..." Petra muttered, sounding quite jealous for some reason. "I suppose I am..." I muttered, eating a spoonful of stew, remembering all the practice I had of cleaning.

I knocked on the door to Levi heichou's office to hear his monotoned voice shout out, "state your name and business.". " It's Cadet (L/N). I'm here for cleaning duties." I told him before he answered me with a "come in". I entered his office with a bucket full of water in one hand, a mop, a broom, a brush and a soap in another, and a dish cloth on my shoulder. Heichou was right, I need to work on building my strength because I felt like my hand was getting torn off by the weight of the huge filled bucket. The buckets in this place were too big to be honest. "You look like you're about to die. Aren't you practicing the exercises that I taught you the other day?" Heichou asked me with an irritated voice as he approached me and snatched the bucket from my hand and placed it infront of a window. I didn't get any time to practice those exercises because...well, I was slacking off due to all the new books in my room. "Sorry, Heichou. I will pay more attention to training from now on." I answered, with a speck of guilt in my voice since I didn't join the military to slack off. Heichou didn't reply to that and went back to his desk to continue his paperworks.

I started with cleaning the window, using the brush and soap to clean the windowsill. It didn't take too long as the place was pretty clean. Then I moved on to the furnitures, using water from the bucket to get the dirt off. I cleaned all the furnitures in silence except the desk, as I thought that disturbing Levi heichou wasn't a good idea. Then I used the brush to start scrubbing the floor. Just like I used to do back in the underground. "People usually start with the mop but I prefer what you're doing." I heard heichou comment. "Thank you." I replied and continued scrubbing. "Where did you learn to clean?" he asked me after a few moments. The question made me pause everything that I was doing momentarily but I collected myself almost immediately and answered, "Back in the underground." "I see. Seems like people from the underground are better at cleaning than the ones up here. Talk about irony." Heichou scoffed. "I believe that they don't have that need to clean because they take the cleanliness for granted." I replied, not taking my concentration off from scrubbing. "You're right." Heichou answered.

After a few more moments, I heard him say, "Back when I was a kid, I had the fortune to spend a whole day in a room with a corpse in it. It started to smell at the end and I decided that I would not tolerate filth ever again because it reminds me of rotting corpses.". Did he just share a childhood experience with me? Why would he do that? Is it because we both have similar backgrounds? These thoughts filled my head for a moment before I remembered that I never talked about my childhood with anyone. I never did it because I didn't expect anyone to understand. I assumed that they would think I'm a freak. Is that how Levi heichou felt too? If that's the case, maybe letting some burden off my chest by talking to him won't hurt. Ofcourse, I wouldn't tell him everything about myself but a random experience won't hurt.

"How much do you know about me?" I asked him. He seemed to be surprised by the question. "You were rescued from a brothel in the underground and you killed a guy from the garrison. Why do you ask?" he asked me. "Well, when I was a kid, I was locked into this room by the pimp. It had this small window on top of the wall that I couldn't reach. Almost no light came out of that window and I used to sit on that speck of light as I was scared of the darkness. So, the pimp came in that room with a lamp every day to clean up the mess and I used to take as much time as possible to clean cause I wanted the light to stay there for as long as possible. I guess, that's what gave me my habbit to clean. Oh, and about that question, I asked it to determine how much I can tell you." I answered, not looking up from the floor. "You used to live at a brothel? I didn't know... I'm sorry about that. I grew up in a brothel too." Heichou told me, his eyes showing that he understood me.

However, he didn't understand. No one here could. "I'm sorry too. Because you had to go through that. Being around a corpse doesn't feel good." I answered quietly. Thus, with that, a friendly relationship with heichou began, as we would talk every day when I came to clean his room, each time finding out that we understood eachother more than anyone else ever could.

To be continued

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝟹

Demon!Taehyung x chubby reader (fem)

summary-The son of Poseidon helps you remove the mark, but Taehyung doesn’t enjoy the mortal emotions he’s beginning to feel.

warnings-slight mentions of drowning!!

(A/N-i feel like this is gonna flop a bit, but other then that thank you all for all the amount of support I've had over the past few weeks of making this story it feels incredible)

I haven’t proof read though cause i’m a lazy shit, so there may be some grammatical mistakes.

!!ENJOY!!

The pale moonlight shone brightly above the pair of you, waves crashing sensually against the sand there jungkook stood in the waters of his home. The substance barely reaching his bruised knees”I’m gonna need you to come in”he gestured for you to step in the odourless liquid.

hesitant you glance back to Taehyung who stepped further away from the sand, he looked worried but unfazed seating himself on a branch with his arms crossed keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors.

“What will happen”you asked cautiously you weren’t a big fan of water. Every time you looked at it memories of the colourless tides trapping you beneath its strong currents soak back into your brain causing tension between you and the younger man. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

“And, well, I can see my cousin no longer wants my name embedded in your skin so there’s only one way to remove it” jungkook used his abilities to raise the tides to lift you from your spot, it seemed like limbs formed into arms caressing your skin as it effortlessly placed you in front of him.

words couldn't express your shock but actions could, your eyes widened and out of reflex you tried to shove the water failing miserably, grabbing nothing but embarrassment as the male chuckled at your movements”I could see you weren’t gonna make the first move, and my cousin looks awfully impatient back there”jungkook acknowledged Taehyung tilting his head in the direction of the demon.

who tapped his foot impatiently on the ground staring at you both boredly.

“there’s no need to be scared”jungkook suddenly mentioned calming the tides by the palms of his soft hands, he looked at you gently reaching for your wrist.

“I'm not scared” you replied trying to hold your head high, he lifted a brow in judgement lifting the tide slightly and watched as your heart pounded in fear. something they forgot to mention was their ability to feel the emotions of those who are dawned with their mark.

“yeah, sure”jungkook scoffed puncturing the walls of his cheek with his tongue, he was getting annoyed but continued to remind himself that you were a mortal compared to him a Demigod who has lived in the waters with these abilities his entire life, growing one with the supernatural beings.

It wasn’t anything new for him, but for you It would be like training a baby to walk the path of gods.

“are you underestimating me, water boy”you paused to look at the young man with a threatening glare it was bad enough you have a history with the tides, maybe punching the god of the seas son in the face will be a warning for him to never mess with you again.

he rolled his eyes snatching your wrist tired of your restless banter”this is gonna hurt” he muttered under his breath, tone laced heavily in stress Inducing himself under the Influence of the water, In order for the ritual to be done jungkook would have to be under the control of his father, who by the way wouldn’t be pleased.

“Jungkook” you grabbed his shoulders feeling the waves repeatedly crash against the front of your shins staring at the son of Poseidon who had his eyes closed forcefully clenching the insides of his palms, conjuring everything he could in order for his pleads to be heard.

maybe he should have explained to you what was about to happen.

you held tightly against his shoulders feeling an immense amount of weight fill your lungs, suffocating the air out of you, the transparent wind was no longer filling your insides but what felt like water was. Jungkook winced when the colourless substance began to rise further and further until you both were forced under the ocean.

your desperate need for air was shoved into the currents only to be seen by the passing by fish.

you scrambled for anything to reach for wishing nothing more than death to ease the pain, but jungkook needed a few more seconds under water in order for that very mark to no longer co-exist on your wrist.

grabbing your worn out body as you could only stare at him breathlessly watching the way his brown hair floated so elegantly with the tides form a sort of entertainment any type of thing to rest your mind on was good enough, better than focusing on the explosion of your lungs.

“one more second”you heard him say as you could only welcome the depths of the never ending darkness with welcome arms, but no longer then a second the ocean settled retreating back to its place letting you drop into Jungkook’s arms, he panicked as your distressed state began to make an appearance.

placing you on the ocean floor to help you regain life.

“ow” you muttered tiredly with your eyes closed feeling pressure on top of your chest, a burning desire to spew out any sort of salty compulsion filling your lungs, and out came the dead sea falling from your mouth in trails of your cries.

“and that’s how you remove a mark” jungkook huffed as he helped you up. feeling nothing but rejuvenated from the help of his father, he admitted that it was risky to do this but surprisingly you lasted under the water for longer then expected which wasn’t normal. this is only the second time he’s performed this type of thing the first time wasn’t a pleasant experience.

you noticed Taehyung straying further from the sand as if the sight burned his insides, crossing his arms still holding that bland look “it’s done” jungkook helped you walk up the path to where Taehyung had hid himself, he looked at you worrying over your constant shivering.

your lips had turned purple and he felt......guilty.

jungkook eyed the pair in curiosity, slowly letting you go from his grasp to give you back to his cousin”holy shit it’s cold”you whispered weakly, then developing yourself in your arms. blowing hot air into your hands praying it would do something to help.

Taehyung groaned watching you pathetically warm yourself up”thanks”jungkook shrugged gifting Taehyung with his bunny smile, wanting to hand you a blanket or so out of respect or just do something because after all it was his fault you were like this.

“you can go now” the young demon shooed away the boy back to his home “is she gonna be alright??” jungkook asked one last time before he retreats back to the water slowly, Taehyung watched you weakly hold yourself up, wrapping an arm around you waist in support.

you jumped up at the sudden touch tilting your head up to look at him growing confused when he didn’t acknowledge his actions towards you “she will be fine, she’s no child” Taehyung raised a brow.

“I understand that, but she will get sick unless something warms her up-” Jungkook tried breaking his cousins walls to get through to his dark mind but only earned a displease look ”i’ll go now, goodbye y/n” jungkook ruffled your hair making you feel like a child, but not having enough willpower to throw your arms around his neck and do the same.

jungkook left back to the tides where he dispersed into the water.

“oh Hades, you look pathetic” Taehyung snapped at you sucking in a stressed out breath between his teeth he was contemplating a lot right now”i’m not pathetic” you replied on the brink of fainting no longer feeling warmth surrounding your body. nudging off Taehyung's hand.

pathetic who’s he calling pathetic??

“your gonna die if you don’t get any warmth around you” Taehyung called following behind you as you weakly pushed yourself down a trail back to your home”w-well do you have any other i-idea, pretty boy”you growled.

“actually, I do” you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder, turning you to face Taehyung who had a smug look on his face. he snaked his arms around your back and shoulders pressing your face against his toned chest.....he was hugging you.

he leaned his head on your shoulder fanning your neck in the warmth of his breath. you hate to admit but this felt really good, leaning more into his touch still shivering but no longer feeling the cold nip at your wet body”i’m g-gonna wet y-you”you suggested too late into the hug.

“it’s okay, you can buy me another shirt later”

“even with your poor choice of clothes”he joked to lighten the mood, you were slowly getting used to his way of humour smiling lightly at his joke”just cause your father’s Satan doesn’t mean you get to n-nit pick at my clothes” you snapped back keeping your cheek placed closely to his chest.

“correction, its Hades. I’m offended, darling” Taehyung sassed back in the most obscure tone in history, your limbs grew weak and tired, hanging tightly to his body, the ritual took a toll on your body and you felt nothing but weak.

“we should get you home” you didn’t reply, feeling comfortable in his embrace as you began to drift off to sleep.

nothing was occurring in your mind when Taehyung leaped through time to your home, specifically your bedroom.

He released you of his hold, scoffing when your lifeless body ignored his loss of touch tightening your hold around his waist as you slept like a child”so much for hating me” he chuckled pulling you to the comforts of your bed, he pulled the blankets back glancing at your sleepy self.

He gently tossed a strand of hair from your chubby cheeks, holding back a smile.

How can a mortal be so...cute

He shoved you back a bit too harsh as he realised what he had done or so had thought, quickly tucking you into bed. He warmed the sheets before hand watching you snuggle into your pillow with a satisfied groan.

He regretted shoving you back, watching the light ink your body in comfort the moonlight caressing your skin, he eyed every inch of your figure stepping back into the darkness where he returned to his kingdom to rid him of his mortal feelings.

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I HAVE A DREAM (PART 14)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Hello fellow atiny’s and kpop stans 👋🏼 Part 14 of I Have A Dream is here and it's a roller coaster. For anyone confused by the timestamps, I'll give a brief explanation.

(Y/N left for 3 months which would be 3 months into her pregnancy. Ateez moves into the small village for a month and by the time they leave Y/N is already on her 4th month. Throughout her 4th month all the way to the start of her 8th she stayed in the village till finally she moved back to Seoul with her brother to spend her 8th month there till she finally entered her 9th month.)

It's all a little confusing but I hope you guys are still able to understand. With that explained I hope you guys like this weeks update, and I promise next weeks is gonna be wild 😉 Without further ado here's part 14 of IHAD

5 months later...

Various colorful lights and music played all around the city of Seoul, groups of people gathering all over the place. Multiple banners hanged all over the streets, some promoting different idols others promoting food or drinks.

In the middle of the bustling city stood a very pregnant woman, her big belly covered by a light pink thick sweater and black jacket. She waddled her ways towards a small cafe located a couple of ways away from her brother's apartment.

Y/N felt too exposed, the amount of people around her was way more than the people back in the village. To her that small village miles away was considered home, the small brick house holding so many meaningful memories in such a short time.

After the guys and her brother had left, Y/N continued her life as normal or as normal a 4-month pregnant woman could get. She continued to go to work, Mrs. Park pestering her 10x as much since she didn't have someone to care for her like her brother. She could take care of herself, but once in a while she missed her brother massaging her ankles, or wooyoung and Jongho trying their hardest to make her laugh.

In the time that they were gone, Y/N had managed to make more friends. She meet Kyung Mi’s girlfriend, the two of them complementing each other perfectly. She also meet the rest of Mrs. Park's family, Mr. Park accepting her into their comfortable home with open arms. She felt so at home with them and she honestly doesn't know how she'll be able to be away from them while in Seoul.

During her 6th month, Y/N made her way to Seoul to visit the hospital she was planning on giving birth in. She only stayed for a week, and that week was the best one in her life.

She reunited with the guys again, swarming her in a group hug the minute they visited her in her brother's apartment. They took her out to eat that day, as if they were celebrating something enormous. Thinking back on it now, she laughs at the memory.

She talked to each one of them whenever they could, San calling and texting her almost every night. Sometimes they would talk about meaningless things, other nights they would talk about their future. He asked her if she considered having more children after the first one, to which she answered just one more. She asked him if he ever wanted children, to which he answered 2.

Every question they asked each other seemed to compliment each others answer. San wanted a small wedding in his home town, something that Y/N encouraged. Y/N wanted a honeymoon in Venice, wanting to visit the Rialto Bridge. San fully supported her, agreeing that it was a beautiful destination.

In whatever one of them desired, the other one would agree 100% or have the same in common. It's as if destiny desperately said they belonged together, and slowly they started to believe they did.

After her visit, she went back home to the little village far away. She continued to daily routine, going to work and occasionally going to her clinic appointments. From her 4th month leading towards her 8th month, she stayed in the village with Mrs. Park and Kyung Mi both of them doing their best to help their pregnant friend.

After her third trimester came, Y/N and Mrs. Park started to pack her hospital bag. Mrs. Park packing tons of baby clothing, pink and blue for when Y/N finally figured out the baby's gender. They keep the bag in Mrs. Park’s car for when they both traveled back to Seoul.

When she entered her 8th month, they packed Y/N’s suitcase and started their commute to her brother's apartment. That's where she spent her whole 8th month until she finally entered her 9th month.

That's where she was now, 9 months pregnant and standing in front of a little cafe. Entering the dimly light establishment, Y/N quickly scanned the place before she finally found who she was looking for.

Walking up to the older woman, her back towards her Y/N brings up her hands and covers her eyes. “ Guess who~~~~” she sings out, the older woman letting out a small laugh in return. “ I could be wrong but are you perhaps my annoying daughter?” she says, causing Y/N to gasp out in fake shock.

“ ANNOYING!? If anyone is annoying its Youngji!” Y/N yells out, crossing her arms and pouting like a little kid. “ You are right about that, Youngji does take after your father.” Her mother says as she gets up her seat and grabs Y/N by her shoulders.

“ Let me take a good look at you, I haven't seen you since you moved away darling.” She says, giving Y/N a once over before bringing her in for a hug. “ Oh how much I missed you, my princess.” She mumbles into Y/N’s shoulder, having shoved her whole face in the crook of her neck.

Returning the hug as much as she can with her big belly, they both relish in the comfort of their embrace. “ I missed you too mom.” Y/N says, getting emotional over not seeing her mother for such a long time. “ I missed you more.” her mother mumbles back.

Pulling away, her mother leads her towards the opposite seat from hers. They both sit together in silence just reading the menu and then placing their order to the waiter walking by. Her mother examines her, the sight of her only daughter about to have a child of her own causing her to get choked up. “ How have you been? How’s my grandchild treating you?” She asks, watching as Y/N rubs the bottom of her swollen stomach.

“ They've been super active recently, I guess it's because I'm already close to my due date. I've been good as well, other than the swollen boobs and not being able to see my feet anymore everything else is going well.” Y/N chuckles out, her mother snickering at her in return. “ Oh honey I know exactly how you feel. Youngji and you were so hyper during my last month, I swear I thought you guys would be great soccer players in the future with how hard you guys would kick me.” She laughs out, Y/N smiling at her mothers carefree behavior.

“ How's Youngji by the way? I called him the other day to see if he could join us today but he never answered back.” Her mother asks, playing around with the fork in front of her. “ Youngji has been really busy lately. The company he works at is growing fast and they are keeping him busy since he is the best worker there. He also asked me to tell you that he's sorry he couldn't answer, and that he loves you.” Y/N says, leaning forward and grasping one of her mother's hand.

“ Oh my poor baby, they are probably working him down to the bones. I hope he takes a break soon, his friends as well.” Her mother says, eyebrows furrowed in worry for her son and his friends. After their little conversation, their food gets to them causing them to eat in a comfortable silence.

Halfway through their meal, Y/N’s phone pings with a notification. Quickly picking it up, she checks her phone and starts to giggle to herself typing out a quick response then putting it down after. “ Who was that, darling?” Her mother questions, her curiosity peeked once she saw the big smile on her daughter's face.

“ It was San, he wanted to let me know that he'll be busy with his group's promotion today and that he'll call me later tonight.” Y/N carelessly says, missing the questioned eyes her mother gives her. “ Are you guys a thing?” She questions, causing Y/N to choke on her drink water snorting out of her nose from the question she was just asked.

Patting her chest, she shakes her head furiously while a bright red blush creeps up her face. “ OF COURSE NOT MOTHER!!! What makes you think that?!” Y/N exclaims, fanning and patting her face to get rid of the hot feeling covering her entire face. “ You got a glow in your eyes when you mentioned him. I know because your grandfather used to get the same look too when he talked about your grandmother.” She says, watching as her daughter avoids her stare by playing around with her food.

“ I don't know what you mean by that. I don't love him mother.” Y/N snaps back, feeling way to vulnerable for her liking. “ I never said you loved him. I just asked if you guys were together.” Her mother quickly defends herself, Y/N still refusing to meet her eyes. “ I- I won't date him mother... ever.” Y/N mumbles out, appetite completely gone by that point.

“ You won't date him? Or is it more like you can't date him ?” She questions again, receiving silence in return. “ Baby.. Are you scared that whatever happened with Hongjoong will happen with San?” Her mother asks, reaching forwards and taking her daughter's hands in hers.

Swallowing down a lump rising up her throat, Y/N clears it before finally speaking. “ It would be different this time if that happened. I'm scared to open up my heart like that again. What if he gets tired of me like how Hongjoong did? I'm about to have a child, what if he decides that he doesn't want my kid because it's hongjoong’s and leaves me for someone else. I can't go through that again mom, I can't put my child through something like.” Y/N says, watching as her mother rubs soothing circles on her hands.

“ Oh my poor baby, that will not happen with San. You want to know how I know that..? Because from that single smile and glow in your eyes I see that San makes you twice if not more times happier than Hongjoong ever did. Don't think that because that good for nothing ex wasn't able to keep his dick in his pants that San will do it as well. From what your brother has been telling me, San is trying his best to gain your attention. Knowing that you're pregnant, but still trying to gain your love I'll say that he's already better than Hongjoong will ever be.” Her mother rants on, voice hardening when she mentions Hongjoong’s name.

“ You really think so mom...That someone like him would even look at me that way..?” Y/N questions, voice small with insecurity. Her mother lifts up her head to look at her, giving her a heartwarming smile. “ I know so baby. You deserve so much more than Hongjoong and I can tell that San can give you that. You just need to open up your heart darling, you'll regret it if you don't. That child that your carrying might not be his, but he still stuck around to take care of you and my grandchild. To me that's a real man, and that's exactly what you my darling daughter need. An amazing man to love you and your baby unconditionally.” Her mother continues on, watching as her daughter breaks out in a small smile.

Y/N shakes her head, smile stretching out more as her mother comforts her. “ How do you know what to say every time I'm feeling down?” she chuckles out, bringing her mothers hand up to her lips and kissing them.

“ Oh darling it comes with being a mother! You'll know once that little bundle of pure joy is born.” she laughs out, tapping her pointer finger on her daughter's head.

They both continue to chat throughout their lunch date, laughing and reminiscing on old memories they had while still living together. Her mother talked to her about the time she spent taking care of her and her brother, giving her tips on how to take care of a new born as well.

Sooner than later, their little lunch date came to an end. They both stood right in front of the cafe, bidding their goodbyes’s as well as her mother giving Y/N’s stomach a kiss. Walking her mother up to her car, they both bid each other one final goodbye before her mother finally drives away.

Turning the opposite way, Y/N begins to make her way to her brothers apartment.

Halfway through her journey, she started to feel small sharp pains start up towards her lower back. Y/N stopped walking for a second, placing a shaky hand on her abdomen rubbing it slightly. “ You really are ready to come out huh?” She whispers to herself, standing there for a couple more seconds before finally continuing her way back home.

Standing in front of her brothers apartment building, she bids the front desk person a hello then makes her way towards the elevators. Getting in the small space, she begins to ascend towards the 6th floor continuing to rub her abdomen lightly as she still feels some discomfort creeping up.

Arriving to her floor, she walks out the elevator and quickly makes it into the apartment. Closing the door, she carefully leans against it as another sharp pain strikes against her back. Feeling short of breath, Y/N makes her way towards the sofa and drops her entire body on it. The pain last for a couple more seconds before finally going away, her back tingling from the previous pain.

“ It's probably because I'm so close to my due date already.” Y/N mumbles out, staying on the sofa as she caresses her stomach, feeling the rise of her flesh due to the baby kicking more and more.

Struggling to get up, she grabs her phone and checks for any missed calls or messages but is meet with nothing. Usually around that time her brother will call her to make sure she had eaten, and San will usually text her but she's meet with neither of those things. She figures that her brother must be backed up in the company and that San is currently busy with the rest of ateez.

Dropping her phone on the sofa, she makes her way towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. Before she can even make it there, she gets a sharp pain on her lower abdomen the pain so intense it causes her to double over. Huffing out, she walks up to the dining table and drags a chair out fumbling with it for a couple seconds then finally sitting down.

She stays there as the pain continues to increase quickly, coming and going a couple more times. There's no way I'm having this baby now! I still have two weeks before they get here! Y/N panics in her mind, wincing when the pain only seems to increase more and more.

Turning her head towards the clock hanging over the stove, she notices that her brother doesn't get out for another 4 hours. Debating whether she should call him, another pain (which she now begins to think are contractions) shots through her back and towards her stomach. Nodding to herself, she stands up with shaky legs and makes her way towards the living room where she left her phone.

Halfway through making her way to the living room, a sharp pain more stronger than the others causes her to cry out. Hunching over, she pants out multiple times before she eventually notices the small puddle under her feet. Staring at it in panic, she realizes the severity of the situation and as fast as she can makes her way towards the sofa and snatches her phone laying on it.

As fast as her fingers can type, she immediately dials her brother's number only to meet with the voicemail option. Cursing out she continues to dial her brother 4 more times before finally giving up and dialing San instead.

She prays that he'll answer right away, but is meet with the same results. She lets out a small sob from how scared she is, then takes a deep breath in order to calm down her racing heart and shaking hands. Redialling San’s number, she's once again meet with the monotone voice requesting her to leave a voicemail.

Finally breaking down, she sobs into her hand from how fast everything is happening and all without help from someone she knows and trust. Giving up on calling her brother and San, she turns to the only other person who she knows will help her without a second thought.

Trembling fingers hurriedly press a serious of numbers on the phone, bringing up to her ear when she's done typing in the phone number. The other line rings two times, before a shocked voice answers the call.

“ H-Hello..? Y/N is this you..?” the person questions, voice cracking when they call out her name.

Y/N can only cry out once another contraction hits her, body curling in with pain.

“ Y/N?!?? ARE YOU OKAY?!” they question, mind on high alert the second Y/N cried out.

“ H-Hongjoong.. Where's San.?” she hisses out through clenched teeth, trying to hold in the rest of her cries.

“ SAN? San’s with the rest of the guys in the practice room. The manager made them stay extra hours for slacking off and took their phones away.” Hongjoong explains, getting up from his work chair and making his way towards the door of the dorms.

Hearing that, Y/N sobs out again both from pain and knowing that she can't depend on him in that moment.

“ Y/N..? Hello? Please tell me your okay?! Did you just call me to ask from San..?” he questions, waiting for Y/N to answer back.

“ Hongjoong please listen to me. I need your help right now. Can you pick me up from my brother's apartment? You know where Youngji lives right?” Y/N fires questions left and right, not giving Hongjoong time to question her.

“ CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!? WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY ASKING ME TO PICK YOU UP?!” He screams out, mind all over the places from everything Y/N is throwing at him.

The line stays silent for a couple of seconds and Hongjoong is about to apologize in case Y/N got mad at him for screaming at her. Before he can even open his mouth, Y/N screams back at him. The words she utters out causing Hongjoong to freeze in shock.

“ MY WATER JUST BROKE ASSHOLE! NOW CAN YOU PLEASE PICK ME UP CUZ I REALLY DON’T WANT TO GIVE BIRTH ON A DIRTY OLD CARPET!” she screams out, wincing after when a contraction hits.

“ W-what...?” Hongjoong whisper out, soul completely leaving his body.

“ The baby is.. Coming..?”

[north-peach]

Since we're the first I've seen to write it- Headcannons for GOOD DAD! Enji AU?

Oh, honey, do I ever have headcanons for Good!Dad!Enji. 

Sit down and buckle up because I have loads of them. Like so many, Wolfy, so many.

1- In a relationship where Enji actually respects and loves his wife, Rei, he understands that his ice maiden wife is much better at using, conveying and displaying emotions then he is. She’s calmer and easy going and really, that’s one of the things he loves about her so he leaves all the deeply emotional conversations up to her.

“Daddy’s going away for a while. There are people that need help and Daddy’s going to help them, but he’s not going to be here for a while.”

“Regardless if you know this classmate of yours who wants to invite you to go to the mall with them- by yourself- we don’t know him. You are our precious child and we won’t entrust just anyone with your safety.”

“A relationship is built on mutual love, trust and communication. While we understand that you are older, you are still not old enough to be dating. Unless we know who this person is and approve of him.”

*Enji’s eyes narrow* *flames rise higher* *temperature increases* 

*Rei turns to smile at her husband* *temperature drops* 

*Enji grumbles*

*room temperature goes back to normal*

(because if Enji talks to his kids about dating and relationships beyond friends and partners, there will be flaming fists and yelling involved- also property damage)

That doesn’t mean that he won’t be sitting right next to her, arms folded across his chest and nodding in complete agreement with what she’s saying (because communication- they have discussed this together). It doesn’t mean that Enji won’t lift his child up and say- very seriously- that he loves them very much, no more, no less then the others and if anyone makes them feel unloved or not good enough or unsafe they need to tell him right now.

They are their own unique person and if they want to be a hero- or not- Enji will always love them and support them. By loudly shouting their name and letting his flames grow bigger so he can be seen very clearly if need be.

2- Enji is socially awkward with people that he cares about. He can put on a face and be polite, commanding and reassuring in a blunt, confident and firm way, but it’s different with people he cares about.

So while any of his children that surprise him with hugs will get their affections returned and a very solemn assurance of his love or pride in them, but Enji will always be the first to say, ‘okay, that’s enough, don’t you have homework to do? Training? You want to go train?’.

3- Enji is absolutely the dad who will show up to every single game, competition, showing, or gathering where any of his children will be doing something. He will stand there, flames on, arms crossed firmly over his chest and anytime his kid(s) does something impressive, the entire audience will hear his shouting/applauding/cheering. That’s not even including the levels of his flames he puts off. Fellow parents have seen him more as Endeavor than as Todoroki Enji.

4- Enji has three phones, one for personal use, work, and the one that he will always pick up, even in a firefight. There was an instance where his oldest son- let’s call him Kodai- got into a fight at school and in a fit of rebellion he gave the principle the Emergency Number and Endeavor showed up with an unconscious and cuffed criminal draped over his shoulder. 

This situation has been repeated with all of his children on several occasions because Endeavor is the No. 2 hero and he is frequently called away on business. He’s busy, especially with his Agency and the amount of territory he patrols.

Of course, this number has been used when one of his children needs to be picked up from somewhere they don’t want their mother to know about. Because Enji sets the rules and while he expects them to be followed, he usually leaves the enforcement up to his wife. 

Unless the punishment is training. And really, the more training his children have the safer they will be.

5- While Enji delights in teaching those of his kids that control fire on any level, he is also amused when he plays- excuse me- trains with the ones with ice powers. Because all it takes is a handful of fire to melt their creations unless they come up with new and clever ways to fight him.

6- Enji has a hobby of wood burning and glass making. It was a tool he used for control and it evolved. Now he makes things in his spare time. His very rare spare time. So over the years, as his kids grow up and his wedding anniversary comes and goes each year, he’ll set time aside to make something for his family. Pendants, charms, beads, vases and the like. 

7- Enji has changed diapers. Lots of times. Only his wife opted for the re-washable cloth diapers instead of the disposable ones. Regardless of this, there were several times Koyuki noticed that the amount of diapers she has changes. Sometimes she has a lot and sometimes there’s less then there should be.

8- When his kids get excited over certain heroes on the television, Endeavor will usually bring his kid(s) to work and by happenstance there’s information that he needs to pass on in person, or questions to be asked, or even patrols to be worked out or a mission to be shared that will require those heroes to come into the Endeavor Agency.

They have to come in person, of course. He’s the No. 2 hero, seriously, who is going to deny an invitation?

9- Enji manages to be both an absent dad and a helicopter parent. He’s away a lot and his go-to method of bonding is training. But if the Emergency Number rings, no matter where Endeavor is, he will either drop what he’s doing or go overboard to finish it right this instant to rush to where his kid(s) is/are.

…

Okay, let’s stop here. Basically Enji is a dork that has a helluva temper and usually expressed his emotions with flames and yelling. Lots of flames. But he loves his children very much.

EDIT: It’s now canon that Shouto’s mother’s name is Rei.

[roo-bastmoon]

Who knows if it means anything at all, but JKs tip to ask out ur crush (from his IG live in America) was baso a step by step guide of the trip he took w Jimin to japan

Oh sure. And I'm 1000% convinced JK had a crush on Jimin. There's mountains and mountains (literal snow-capped mountains) of evidence of how into Jimin he was; and this spring in Vegas, there was some evidence of true Jikookery still there (for me, the most sus moment was not during the concerts but in the Vlive after, the way he silently put Hobi on the floor in order to sit next to Jimin and slap his thigh). But there's also evidence of distance growing between them, awkwardness settling in. Which just naturally happens sometimes, even when there isn't an insane amount of stress in a couple's life. It's normal and healthy to take separate vacations, have different friend groups and projects, not constantly be lovey dovey and all up on each other. But it strikes me as uncaring, to show no public support during illnesses, "scandals," or solo work. And it just seems weird the way he doesn't caress or massage or hold Jimin anymore, when once upon a time, he was spinning Jimin around and refusing to put him down. But I don't know the whole story. Maybe Jimin wanted to keep a low profile (for very understandable reasons) on social media for a few months. Maybe JK is able to hug and flirt and hug all his other hyungs because it "means less" when he's not doing it with a lover. Maybe they have their spats and then moments when they come back together. I feel like I completely understand Jimin's love language, practically fluent in it. Jimin loves giving gifts. Jimin loves spending time together. Jimin adores comforting touches, playful banter, and shameless flirting. If you're crying? Jimin drops everything to run to you and dry your tears. If you're down on yourself? Jimin is hyping you up. If you're sick? Jimin's heart hurts to see you unwell. Jimin puts his whole heart in it, every time. It's been so long since I've since JK sacrifice anything for anyone else. JK doens't like being vulnerable. He doesn't like verbalizing deep emotions. He's competitive, possessive, and ambitious (not in a mean way, but in a driven-to-succeed-above-all-else way). I would feel a lot less worried about Jikook if JK would mature a little bit and demonstrate genuine care for Jimin, even if it feels a bit uncomfortable to do it under a spotlight. Jimin always shows up for JK. I hope JK does the same for him. Lately, none of their touches or interactions seem heated, charged, besotted, or all that supportive. Friendly, flirty, respectful? Sure. Couple-y? Not seeing it since Vegas. But haven't seen everything yet. Right now it's just a gut feeling that something's off. I can't really express it better than that right now, I'm sorry...