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neteluvr-library · 1 year ago

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OKAY ITS ME IM BACK AT MY RE-READ OF CARDIGAN...i thought i would be able to knock out the entire cardigan series in a weekend but i just realized its gonna take me longer than that AHAHA anyway im just really excited so without further ado...

This place filled you with so much warmth. It was clear to you the bond these people had to each other, to the clan, to the nature surrounding them, was something you will never experience for yourself, something your mum talked incessantly about every day, and you suppressed a small cry at the sudden loss of a connection you didn’t even know you longed for until now.

I feel this exact same way except its about the fact that i live in a non-walkable city 😒 AHAAH just kidding...but not really. i want to hold atan and tell her everything will be alright. BABY YOU GOTTA LET YOURSELF BE PART OF A COMMUNITY THO!!!!! i cant imagine how alienating (get it..) it must feel to grow up so close to such a tight knit community, but not be apart of it. it's like being a fish in a glassbowl.

“Y/N! I have missed you so muchhh, you have to ask mum and dad to let me come to the lab more often, I never get to see you anymore!!” She cried in your neck, still holding on to you for dear life.

TUK WILL ALWAYS BE THE CUTEST!!!! i love their relationship throughout the entire cardigan saga. i will be really sad when the next movie comes out and tuk is grown ):

HONEY YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING!!

Neteyam couldn’t stop staring at his baby brother’s back as he carried you in his arms, and he couldn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that bubbled deep beneath the surface.He got to carry you, he got to touch you, he got to laugh with you every damn time he pleased, and now he gets to introduce you to your new life.

WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD NETEYAM I WONDER WHOSE FAULT THAT IS!!!!

��Guys, I know I have not reacted in a way appropriate for the sheer insane size and meaning of this gift, but I promise that despite my very slow processing times, I am incredibly grateful and happy for this. I cannot believe something like this is even possible, and I can believe even less that it was done for me! But while I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what’s going to happen to me, let’s open some presents!!”

THIS ALWAYS MAKES ME GIGGLE...like atan just got a life changing gift and the only way she can respond is with this formal ass thank you. NERD ALERT!!!!!! but also i don't like opening gifts in front of people because i cant hide my facial reactions so this is valid.

You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.”

BRO HE MAD!!!! SUCK MY DICK NETEYAM...the audacity of him to think he can leave atan behind then tell her what to do. i know its his defense mechanism but DAMN!!!

I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.”

): ): ):

andra bb i always feel like im in your mentions, replies, inbox, and likes and i feel so annoying AHHAAH but please excuse me because im going to try and annotate chapter 4 and 5 (its 12 am so i might not finish) BUT I REALLY WANT TO ANNOTATE MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS SO IM PUSHING ON

Illicit Affairs | Chapter III: Exile

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Reader (later Avatar!Reader)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: Your 18th birthday has finally arrived, and with it, a gift that will change your life and your relationships - forever.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, cursing

Word Count: 3,9k words

A/N: Hi Guys! The 3rd chapter is finaaally here, and 'm happy to say that whilst so far everything's been mostly intro and world building, things will be picking up very quickly. Hope you enjoy this story of two very broken people finding each other <;3

"You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door"

You didn’t dare look back at Neteyam. No, you kept a straight face and your gaze forward as you walked towards the village, engaging in small talk with your 3 friends, who were more than willing to fill in the silence by themselves. They knew you liked to keep to yourself and knew better than to take it personally.

Your friends also knew, despite not mentioning, that this is a colossal feat, getting you out of the lab, getting you to leave your comfort bubble that you, willingly or unwillingly, built for yourself the past 18 years. Kiri fondly remembers you as a child, wild and free, running around barefoot on the grass and mud as if Pandora and her trees were just your own personal playground. She took a small gander at your feet, now safely covered with a pair of black Converse sneakers, the likes of which she’s seen other humans wear before and tried not too dwell on all the moments that lead you here.

You arrived at the village after a long, pleasant walk. You were fascinated with the Pandora flora, and wondered if you were ever going to get used to it, ever not have your breath hitch in your throat at its beauty. You hoped not. Your heart started to race as the sound of people idly chattering filled your ears. Soon enough, you began to see fire and tents, as the Na’vi were making their way back home at the dusk of another day. You saw some of them removing game from the back of their pa’li, others filleting a huge fish that you recognised as a dinicthoid, and as you walked further in, saw kids running around playing with toy ikrans and laughing amongst themselves, as their mothers lay on the ground watching them in adoration.

You made your way to the biggest tent you could reasonably see, one that you quickly recognised as the Sully family tent. It was ornate and adorned with intricate designs and two large fire lamps framing each side of the opening. It was a sight to behold, and you realised that it hasn’t changed much since you last visited. You also started to take note of the stares boring into your side from all around you and felt grateful at how close you were to the tent’s entrance.

Almost on command, Jake Sully peered out of the tent and you watched as a wide smile replaced his previously confused expression. He was a handsome man, as much so now as he was in the still frames of your past. He was dressed in celebratory garments, a fiery red loincloth dropping from his waist and a dazzling beaded neck piece that matched. He had several arm bands circling his arms, and you took note of the way the colour palette matched that of Toruk, and how well that seemed to compliment him. He was a handsome man, you thought to yourself. Damn the Sullys and their genetics.

“Y/N, my God you’ve grown. What the hell happened??” He said, enthusiastically. He circled you curiously and eyed you intently. You tried not too blush at the sudden scrutiny and how it mirrored your own just a few moments ago. “You have time to lift weights in between experiments??”

You let out a small laugh. “Hi, Jake. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been too long. You never visit, but we’re hoping that will change soon.” He said, then eyed the kids behind him, and whatever expression he was met with made him quickly bite on his bottom lip and turn around, as if to stop himself from saying any more.

A small shriek came from behind him, one that you instantly recognise and you smile widely at the little girl, who, since you last saw her, somehow became as tall as you.

“Tuk-tuk”, you say warmly and watch the animated figure jump up and down and encircle you roughly in a bear-hug. Damn, she’s stronger than you already, you sighed.

“I know, dear girl. I missed you, too. I’ll make sure it will never be this long before we see each other again, how does that sound?” You speak to this child you love like your own sister in Na’vi, her English skills the least proficient. She nodded her head vigorously and with that, let go.

She took your hand in hers and made her way into the tent, and you felt relief flood your being at finally being out of people’s sights. Two majestic women, tall and mighty as the Valkyries in your mum’s Norse Mythology books stood by the fire. They were chatting softly to each other and stopped as they heard you come in.

Neytiri and Mo’at looked at you intently and you felt yourself cower under the intensity of their gaze. Neytiri slowly approached you with movements so nimble and fluid you were thinking she could have made a career as a ballerina back on Earth.

After a while, she kneeled on the ground in front of you and placed her long, toned arm on your much tinier shoulder.

“My Child, you have grown so much.” She smiled kindly at you, and you felt yourself tear up at her choice of words addressing you.My child…

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your arms cross the space between you and circle her neck. The necklace she was wearing scratched your skin painfully, but you didn’t care. “I see you. I’m sorry.”

Neytiri’s arms tightened around you and you heard a smile in her voice as she said “Oh, my sweet child, you don’t have to be sorry.”

You spent the evening catching up. You told them about your work in the lab, about how you all scrambled to find any cure or at least partial treatment to the illnesses that seem to have escalated recently among the tribes’ people. They tell you about training, Lo’ak and Neteyam’s training as well as Kiri’s, who has been spending most of her time learning the ways of the Tsahik, having a natural skill for it.

You find yourself drooling at the delectable food, and are happy when Mo’at calls everyone to the meal around the fire pit in the centre of the tent. You wait for everyone to get a portion first, and smile fondly when Neyriti passes you a leaf with all the goodies on it. You dig in, realising how famished you actually were.

“So, Y/N”, Jake starts, “how does it feel being 18? I remember turning 18, don’t remember much else about that day though”, he says, smiling proudly to himself.

“Feels just the same as being 17, I’m afraid. Was really hoping the Universe might give me some sort of sign or epiphany or, anything, really, but, in reality, I feel the same as I did yesterday, and all the days before that. The food’s much better today, though” You finish with a grin, as you dig into another piece of teylu.

“Right, well, about that.. us and the kids thought, with you spending so much time on your own, you deserve a special birthday and some special gifts. Now you can see them in the corner of the tent there, but I warn you, you’re not allowed to open them until back at the lab.”

You peered over his shoulder curiously, and were again disappointed to have to wait for a surprise you didn’t want in the first place.

“After dinner, we can all go back to the lab, and you can open them in the hub while we watch, we know how much you love being surprised!”

“Wow, going out after curfew, I actually do feel kind of special.”

“You should, kid.”

Putting all the wrapped objects on the back of a Pa’li, you watched as Jake mounted his own and motioned for you to get on, in front of him. You did as you were told quietly, and the entire family made its way towards the lab. It was a much quicker journey back, and soon enough you found yourself dismounting in front of the cold heavy walls of the hub. Before you could enter though, Lo’ak passed you a cloth of some sort, and wordlessly asked for you to tie it around your eyes.

“Oh, come oon!”, you said with a deep groan, but obliged regardless. What was the point of resisting now. You knew one thing though, you were very excited to go back to bed tonight, as the emotional toll this day was taking on you was, although not worse than expected, heavy enough for you to feel its weight for days to come.

As soon as you entered the lab and removed your mask, you put the covering over your eyes, and felt Lo’ak, you knew, pick you up from the ground and carry you bridal style through the halls of the hub. You couldn’t quite tell where you were going, but you heard snickering behind you, and soon enough, Lo’ak put you down carefully and turned you around to face him.

“Now, Y/N, you’re gonna turn around and we’re going to need you to not pass out. Deal?”

“What? This is strange, guys.”

You felt him turn you around and felt gentle hands unwrap the cloth covering your eyes. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to the bright artificial light of the lab, and then pause.

One. Two. Three.

You couldn’t quite comprehend what was clearly displayed in front of you. You recognised your surroundings quickly enough. The Morgue, the other humans called it. A room where the avatars of the dead humans, now serving no purpose, were kept in their respective incubators. Your eyes were immediately drawn, as if on instinct, to your mum’s avatar. You never came here, you couldn’t. Your gaze then shifted to the incubator to the left of your mum’s, the one that hosted Grace Augustin, Kiri’s mum. On the right of your mum, though, there was usually an empty incubator. There, now floated and twitched a body, blue, tall and strong, connected to an artificial umbilical cord. You peered at it intently, something about it making you shift uncomfortably towards it. Suddenly, you felt yourself stiffen in shock, and heard a loud thud as the mask and the connecting oxygen pack dropped to the ground. The new blue body looked like… you.

Neteyam, just like the rest of his family, has known about this for months, maybe longer. Norm, his dad’s closest friend, came to the village one day and announced to the family that him and the rest of the scientists worked tirelessly for years to figure out a way to make you an avatar, and with a lot of help from your deceased’s mother’s work and research, as well as some of her DNA, they cracked the code. The newly made Avatar was a miracle of sorts, nobody having thought it would be possible to create on Pandora, so far from all the resources normally used to make one back on Earth. But they did it, and it will be ready in time for your 18th birthday. Norm wanted to make sure, if it succeeded and you accepted it, they will in turn accept you in the village, just like they accepted Jake so many years ago. He wanted you to be able to have a life, not just a body, and be able to finally be free of the shackles you have created for yourself for years on end.

Neteyam couldn’t tell how he felt about it, partly due to the fact he’s stopped himself from thinking about it since he’s found out. Whilst his siblings and even parents were buzzing in excitement, he was scared. If you were to now be there, in the village, in his life, every day, he will be forced to deal with you, with the two of you, and the feelings he knew were buried in him for a reason. He stopped at the top of the stairs of the room where he knew the Avatar lay. Nobody cared about him at the moment, and, as a result, was relieved to figure out he doesn’t have to join you in the room and see your future body, currently inanimate and floating in liquid he didn’t know or didn’t want to know the origins of. If this was to happen anyway, he’d rather meet you properly, and see if the same flicker of curiosity and unruly smile could ever reflect in the same way it does on your current face, the one that still haunts his dreams.

You couldn’t formulate words… or thoughts, for that matter. You stared at the Avatar for what it feels like hours, and finally, Norm cleared his throat and spoke.

“I know this is a lot to take in. But we wanted your 18th to be special, Ace. We have been working in secret for years to get this done, because you deserve it. You deserve the world, and you can’t have it in this lab. This world also deserves you. So now you can go and show it what you’ve got.”

“We’re so happy for you to join us, my child.” You heard Neyriri join in.

“Do you want to see the gifts we made for you?” Tuk jumped in, enthusiastically.

With a last look at your Avatar, you turned around and faced the people you knew would be looking at you expectantly. You didn’t know what the feelings you were feeling were, but they were all fighting to take over, and you felt yourself becoming dizzy. Steading yourself, you recognised that words will have to appear on your tongue sooner or later, and you managed to get out a whisper “Sure, Tuk-tuk, let’s go!”

Everyone around you exchanged weird looks; they really thought you would be a lot happier about this than you were. You tried your best to put on a happy smile and react in the way you knew people would be wanting you to; after all, this was indeed an incredibly nice, thoughtful and attentive gift, not to mention damn fucking impressive, and whatever trauma the thought of having to pilot this Avatar brought in you, it was something you were going to have to deal with by yourself, later.

“Guys, I know I have not reacted in a way appropriate for the sheer insane size and meaning of this gift, but I promise that despite my very slow processing times, I am incredibly grateful and happy for this. I cannot believe something like this is even possible, and I can believe even less that it was done for me! But while I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what’s going to happen to me, let’s open some presents!!”

You made your way slowly towards the recreation hub where all the packages were placed on one of the long tables. You chuckled awkwardly and took one of them in your hands. The wrapping, you realised, was the same material like the one used to make the Na’vi loincloths.

The one you held in your hands currently was blue. You unwrapped it, careful as to not damage it at all, and was shocked to see a dazzling necklace, one of the most beautiful ones you have even seen. It was a leather chocker, which adorned green and red stones, and it reminded you a lot of the bracelet you were currently wearing. You turned around and looked at Kiri, whose masterful hands you knew crafted it. She was sitting on one of the benches and you couldn’t help become emotional looking at your friend, your amazing friend, who you have known all of your life, and who always collected trinkets from the woods, trinkets that now will decorate your new body.

The next package was heavier, and upon opening it, you were shocked to discover a rider’s mask, like the one the Na’vi wear when flying an Ikran; it was brown and braided and had bones adorning it. The lenses were translucent and shone in iridescent hues as you looked at it from all angles. You were in awe at the inadvertent admission that someone thought you capable of one day passing the Iknimaya, and you felt quite confident in saying Lo’ak was the master behind this gift.

“I thought, you will definitely need it one day, and I wanted to get a jump start.” He says, as if reading your mind. “You may not know it now, but I think you were born for this, Angel.”

You had no words to say to that, but were touched at how Lo’ak always seemed to believe in you more than you believed in yourself. You took a silent oath to try to live up to the version of you Lo’ak kept with him in his heart.

The second to last package was also quite small and seemed to rattle as you picked it up. As you unwrapped it, you didn’t quite make sense of the bundle of feathers and chains, but eventually Neytiri kindly stepped in and untangled it, and you realised it was a top, a beautiful, sheer top, and you found it hard to believe this will actually cover anything. You were excited to put it on though, and felt a tingle of anticipation for tomorrow that was not there before… these were yours, for your body, for your future, a future where riding your own Ikran might be more than just a dream of an out-of-reach fantasy.

“Thank you so much.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to tell them the turmoil in your heart and how scared you truly were, and how you wish they would understand and reach over and heal the broken mess that was your mind so you could finally just go, get out of this place and make your life something actually worth living, but you couldn’t make any other words come out. So you just said thank you.

As the family and the scientists continued chatting, you managed to slip by unnoticed out of the recreation hub and made your way down the hall, looking for the missing Sully you knew would be somewhere in here, by himself. You were so mad at him, so much resentment had built up in you from the year you’ve spent apart, from the less than ideal reunion, and from his continuous attempts to avoid you at all costs. It was your birthday, for god’s sake. He could at least pretend to be happy to be here, even if only for the sake of the memories you shared.

You found him in your room, looking over the books in your makeshift library, mindlessly playing with something in his large hands. His ears twitched as you approached, an obvious sign he heard you, but made no effort to acknowledge your presence. You half smiled at the view, and tried not to remember all the other times he has been in your room, just like he was now. You sat on your bed and waited patiently for him to speak, like you once used to do. It might take some time, but he always spoke.

“I don’t think you should do it.” He says, without looking at you.

“You think I shouldn’t do what?”

“This, the Avatar thing. I think it’s a bad idea.”

You sat there, in silence for a while while his words twirled in your mind like his green bracelet was twirling in his hands. You didn’t realise your mouth was wide open until you felt it dry up and you swallowed involuntarily in response.

“Excuse me?”

He turned around to face you and you saw a hard look mark his features, the old Neteyam, your old Neteyam merely a long-forgotten dream.

“You’re not going to make it, Y/N. You haven’t spent more than a week outside in the past 3 years. You may think you got this, cause you work out in a dark stuffy room with some weights and jump a rope, but it’s not going to mean jack shit when you’re out there, in a wilderness so harsh it claims brave Na’vi men and women’s lives every day. You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.”

The rage you felt blossomed like deadly nightshade and you knew whatever it was you once felt for Neteyam was dead and buried six-feet-under in that moment. You let out a bitter chuckle and rose up from the bed, placing your body in front of him.

“You know, when I saw you standing here, in my room, after all this time, I felt some sort of sick hope. I hoped you had finally come to your senses and decided you would apologise for the way you’ve treated me. For the way you left. I’m not stupid, believe it or not. I never expected whatever we had to last. After all, it was only a matter of time before the mighty future Olo’eyktan realised his attentions are better focused on more worthwhile things, like training, or, I don’t know, finding the best future Tsahik. I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.”

“You know, I fucking hate surprises. I just never thought you’d be one of the reasons why.”

The silence felt heavy and all you could hear was your panting breath, as you were trying to reign in your tempestuous emotions and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my room, Neteyam.”

You found yourself forcefully taking the bracelet from his much larger hand and removing yourself from his path, motioning towards the open door. He left without saying a word and you shut the door behind you with a loud thud.

So far 18 was not your favourite age.

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mythiccheroacademia · 5 years ago

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The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou:

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC

he has a family in the future

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time”

cue the waterworks

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes

oh shit

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,” you say to the boy

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

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the-lighwood-who-lived · 3 years ago

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Hold on I still need you...

SUMMARY: Y/N, the youngest avenger- in her teens, with quite the bond with the rest of the Avengers, especially Steve and Tony- being the only one who can make the two agree. This fic is her POV of the events of endgame. What happens when a high school girl goes through what the avengers had to. When the only family she held with all her might split apart.

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I looked around; the bitter air thick. It’s been 5 years…

Like any other day, I walk around the avengers facility... first, like every other morning I go to Pietro’s room, like I’ve been doing years before the decimation. I move his things around a bit, feels like the ghost of him in the pages of his diary, his ridiculous set of sneakers.

Then I move on to re-open newer wounds… I got into Wanda’s room, slide by Vision’s, spend some time in Bucky’s room and let some light into Sam’s. I walk into Tony’s finally… he wasn’t turned to ashes, he just left… so did Thor… so did Clint…

Nat would have finished mission reports with the rest of them, so I decide to walk to her. I found Steve there too, Nat had cried, I could see. She smiled as she saw me walk in. ‘Hey Y/N, daily patrol done?’ she asks as casual as she can make it seem. ‘Mmhmm’ I reply distracted as I hug her and then move to Steve to do the same. ‘How are you kiddo?’ Steve asks as I pull away from him and sit on Nat’s table. ‘Great’ I mumble.

What else could I say? Before…when I joined the team during Ultron’s threat, I was the only one who could make Steve and Tony see eye to eye. Being the youngest on the team, with beliefs like Steve and interests like Tony, I went along with both of them. What was once reality is now a far away fantasy.

‘Its okay to not be okay Y/N’ Steve pressed, putting an arm on my shoulder. ‘Stop Steve, I love you but I’ll hit you with Nat’s peanut butter sandwich if you give me that speech again’

Steve shook his head laughing as Nat smirked. She must have probably told him the same thing.

Nat and Steve continued their conversation as I lost focus staring outside the facility. That’s when I saw it- there was someone at the gate. ‘Nat check the security footage.’ I said suddenly. No… how?... it was him, it was Scott Lang.

Time skip to the whole Quantum theory explanation thingy. Now we were on our way to the smartest guy I know, the only guy who could possibly save us. Stark.

I hadn’t met Tony in about three years… he last time I saw him, was when Morgan was born. Oh, how I love little Morgan, but I stayed away… for the sake of us. I was buzzing in excitement putting my jacket on as I felt an arm on my shoulder. I turn to see Nat and Steve in slight worry and a very clueless Scott. ‘What?’ I ask smiling, the smile faltered away quick enough when neither Nat nor Steve returned it.

‘Listen, Y/N, you haven’t met Tony in a while. Just don’t get hurt okay.’ Nat tried saying it in a way adults talk so as to not worry kids. I’m not a kid, I get it, I’m an Avenger.

I nodded. This was our life now, no hope. ‘At least I haven’t given up hope Nat’ I say rather harsh, as Nat takes in a sharp breath. ‘I’m sorry Nat I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry’ I hurry to cover my mistake. But the damage was done, Nat puts on a stoic demeanor and replies, ‘Its okay’.

We walk to the car in silence, Steve put a hand behind my back so as to say its okay. The Avengers- if you could call us that- were lost.

We parked the car in front of Tony’s cozy cottage. I stood behind Steve as we got out the car. There he was, just standing there- Tony, with Morgan in his arms. He nodded at Nat, who hid a glint of happiness in her smirk. And then he saw me. He visibly sucked in his breath as I attempted for a smile. He set Morgan down who ran inside, to pepper probably. I looked at Steve, who gave me a small smile and nod, then walked towards tony.

I stood in front of him. ‘Hey Tony’ I whisper. ‘Hey kid’ he replies, his emotions evidently straining him. He is the most stoic person I know, yet, he pulled me into a hug letting out a breath of relief. ‘Missed having you around kid’ he said. ‘I missed you Tony’ I replied, getting straight to the point, a huge knot in my throat. ‘You’ve grown tall haven’t you’ he chuckles.

I look back at Steve , who is smiling… his face ghosting all the times we had together, as a team, in the past. Nat and Steve follow us inside, Scott hurrying along.

Scott explains everything to Tony… but he’s scared, I can see it. Tony can’t stake his cards. He doesn’t. We’re walking back, its not failure just a setback. ‘Tony please… we can get them back… Wanda, Bucky, Peter! Just please Tony… try… how long do we live in the guilt of our failure.’ I yell at him. He looks at his drink. ‘I can’t lose what I found Y/N… I just can’t’ he says. I felt I was spiraling down an endless loop. ‘Do you not care….’ I whisper. He stares at me with betrayal in his eyes.

‘Y/N!’ Tony calls out as I’m almost in the car. We all stop. Tony walks up to Steve and says, ‘Let her stay, please. For some time at least.’ I smile a little…How can he ever think I could so easily give up what's going on. ‘I can’t rest yet Tony… I can’t unless I try to bring them back… unless I know I tried everything I can possibly try to get them back.’ I say as I get into the car, Nat behind.

We then made our way to our second, possibly last, resort- Bruce. It took a while, a weird sort of reunion – before he agreed. Scott was the experiment dummy… It didn’t go well. Steve walks out frustrated, I follow him. He stood leaning against a wall, I went and stood by him. ‘This isn’t going well is it’ I say and he nods.

That’s when our hope was lit up once again, we saw the black sports car… familiar as ever. Came to a stop right in front of us and out walked Tony. I looked at Steve breaking into the most kiddish grin ever. Knew he’d come… knew he’d solve it- now all that’s left is the mission.

That’s nothing new. We’ve done it a thousand times before.

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Correction. It was nothing like before.

Nat’s gone…. I sat beside Steve as Clint told us the story. I could feel Bruce's anger. I could see Steve's tears. I could hear Tony's frustration. And i shared Clint's grief. I stood leaning by the pole Clint was standing next to. Silent tears running down my face. I'd never again see that beautiful red head in all her action. Never again would I see her being sassy to Steve, being the best friend ever to Clint, being protective over me, being hopeful over life. She's gone.

Thanos will pay for this. It is all his fault. He will pay for every tear that left my team. He will die for this.

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‘And I… am… Iron Man’

Those were the last words I heard Tony say as he went in for the snap, the power so strong that a surge of electricity went through all of us.

The rubble cleared, the smell of ashes thick in the air and dust and smoke flying around. 'Tony!' I yelled before I could even see him. I throw off the concrete that fell over me and run to Tony before anyone else comprehended what happened. Peter was there already, crying. Rhodes helped him off as I crouched next to Tony.

‘Hey kid’ he said as I held onto his hand. ‘Tony… hey….’ I said, trying not to cry, but failing terribly. ‘Friday’ I said, she replied instantly ‘Life vitals failing’. I felt the air get sucked out of me. ‘No Tony, please, you cant go… Tony please…’ I say desperate. ‘I’m proud of you Y/N’ he said, smiling knowingly. ‘No Tony don’t you dare talk like that! At least stay this time, Tony! I just got you back!’ I ranted, crying visibly now.

‘I love you’ He smiled. ‘Tony please…. Hold on I still need you’ I whispered eerily low, broken. I felt arms wrap around my shoulders and pull me away as pepper sat down. Steve. His eyes too were filled, like every soul on the battlefield. I couldn’t make out the exchange between pepper and Tony, I couldn’t hear Steve trying to help me, I couldn’t hear Peter crying… my ears were ringing.

I felt it before I heard it. Tony’s heart… it lost its beat. And then the ringing went silent. I let out every bit of my pain in one scream, as Steve tried to help me from collapsing, him being the only reason I was still standing. The battlefield went dead silent. All the warriors, heroes, on their knees…. For him, for Tony.

He’s gone. He’s with Nat now.

I whispered one last time under my breathe,

‘Hold on I still need you.’

#Avengers x reader #steve rodgers x reader #tony stark x reader #natasha x reader #clint x reader #peter x y/n #avengers x platonic reader #bucky x y/n #sam x reader #thor x reader #wanda x y/n #pietro x reader #steve x tony #hulk

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weirdmageddon · 3 years ago

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my rheumatologist has done more for me towards getting a POTS diagnosis than my cardiologist thats kinda sad bro

i came in to the cardiologist the other day (finally after waiting MONTHS) hoping for a tilt table test to see how my heart rate and blood pressure react to orthostasis in a controlled setting. the doctor didnt actually do a thing to test me for it in-office, i was just told to schedule an echo (which is fine), holster (alright) and stress test (why). but i was also prescribed eastern medicine as a treatment....“superbrain yoga”? like i dont want to seem closeminded because she is an indian doctor and there are some things that western medicine hasn’t caught on to but i realy wish i was told why it is supposed to work. like i want to know physiologically how and why it supposedly works. get technical and mechanical with me bro i have le autism, thats my language if you wanna really convince me. if it’s about toning up the muscles in my legs to squeeze the blood into my core upon standing why dont i just do squats? why do i have to do all this really specific stuff like hold my tongue at the roof of my mouth and face east, crossing my arms (right arm must go over left) and maneuver my hands in a certain way to grab my earlobes while doing those squats? is that merely a concentration sort of thing to make your brain focus? if so, why not just let me know what the purpose to these specific movements are (and what does focusing my brain have to do with treating POTS symptoms anyway)?? i’m not a spiritual person so the spiritual aspects of it do nothing for me. but at least i wasn’t given intensive aerobic exercise because i cant do that lol. i was just prescribed core strength training with planks and crunches (fine with me) and “superbrain yoga” (the specifics still confuse me but i’m doing it anyway)

but i didnt even get a tilt table test while i was there, i asked about it and she said “we stopped doing tilt table tests a while ago” and i was like ????????? thats like the gold standard to test for POTS my guy. based on just my symptoms she said i had dysautonomia and i asked “what about POTS?” and she said “it could be” and i was like ? could be? bro you didnt even test for it?

the whole visit just felt really vague and dismissive to my issues (yet again). fucking even my rheumatologist said before this visit to the cardiologist that i “probably have POTS”

so when i left the cardiologist the other day i wrote this up because i was very upset, felt dismissed, and took matters into my own hands to show what kind of medical concepts i’m capable of comprehending and the kind of language i want doctors to talk to me about my conditions in. and today i read it to my rheumatologist during today’s appointment:

the cardiologist says i have dysautonomia, “caused by dysfunction of the small blood vessels”. in the clinic, the nurse measured my laying vs standing blood pressure (which increased rather than decreased) but they didn’t do my heart rate there for some reason. but on my own i’ve measured my heart rate to jump above 30 bpm within 10 minutes of standing, so with all the symptoms lining up exactly with what’s expected of POTS (heart rate increase greater than 30 bpm within 10 minutes of standing, no drop in blood pressure, lightheadedness, brain fog, palpitations, prolonged fatigue, heat intolerance, excessive sweating etc), i’m convinced that the type of dysautonomia i specifically have is POTS, not just the umbrella term “dysautonomia”, and the specific brand of POTS i have is the neuropathic POTS subtype which is thought to be caused by sympathetic denervation (partial autonomic neuropathy) in the lower extremities. this causes the blood vessels in my legs not to constrict as they should when standing, which in turn causes blood to pool in the legs and not return to the heart, causing the heart to have to source its blood supply from elsewhere in the meantime to compensate (with an overall lower venous return), driving up the heart rate and causing lightheadedness. my blood tests also showed i am also very slightly anemic by 0.1 point below the normal range (11.6 g/dL) the resulting denervation hypersensitivity from the sympathetic denervation what is thought to cause erythromelalgia—which i express all the hallmark symptoms of as well in my feet (redness, increased skin temperature, burning sensation (feels like walking on a hot pool deck), cold to touch and bluish purple when not actively flaring, flaring occurs at night, symptoms worsen with exposure to heat and exercise (including walking on feet while flaring) and are relieved with cooling and elevation). i have no response to the cold unlike with what is seen in raynauds. i actually consider cold exposure my savior; the heat is my worst enemy, it makes me feel faint and lightheaded dysautonomia-wise and it makes my feet flare up rheumatologically.

“Several previous investigations have provided clues that patients with the postural tachycardia syndrome have peripheral autonomic dysfunction. Streeten et al. found that patients with orthostatic tachycardia had excessive venous pooling in the legs while standing and suggested that denervation of the legs was a mechanism of the syndrome. This hypothesis was supported by the finding of hypersensitivity to infusion of norepinephrine into the veins of the foot, despite high plasma catecholamine concentrations. [...] These stimuli increased norepinephrine spillover in the arms of both the patients with the postural tachycardia syndrome and the normal subjects, with similar increases in the two groups, but failed to increase norepinephrine spillover in the legs of the patients. [...] The reduced clearance of norepinephrine in the legs, without a similar reduction in the arms, may result from impairment of norepinephrine-reuptake mechanisms due to isolated damage to nerve terminals in the legs. [...] CONCLUSIONS: The neuropathic postural tachycardia syndrome results from partial sympathetic denervation, especially in the legs.” — (https://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJM200010053431404)

“The laser Doppler flowmetry signal after sympathetic stimulation of reflexes mediated through the central nervous system, was significantly diminished in patients with erythromelalgia as compared with healthy controls. [...] Vasoconstrictor responses involving central sympathetic reflexes were attenuated in erythromelalgia. Local neurogenic vasoconstrictor regulation, vasodilator response to local heating and hyperemic response to ischemia were maintained. [...] The finding of reduced skin perfusion before provocation is in accordance with the clinical observations that many erythromelalgia patients exhibit cold acral skin between attacks. [...] These results indicate that postganglionic sympathetic dysfunction and denervation hypersensitivity may play a pathogenetic role in primary erythromelalgia.” — (https://linkinghub.elsevier.com/retrieve/pii/S0022-202X(15)41629-X)

“Denervation hypersensitivity is a phenomenon peculiar to smooth muscle innervated by the general visceral efferent system. Following denervation there is increased sensitivity of the muscle to neurotransmitters. This is evident in smooth muscle innervated by sympathetic neurons when the postganglionic axon is affected. Such denervated muscle shows hypersensitivity to the application of epinephrine or to circulating epinephrine released during excitement.” — (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/B9780721605616500198)

although my rheumatologist is in no position to give me a POTS diagnosis she very much agreed with the connections i made and said she thinks i am right on the mark with my conditions. she told me im a real academic patient and even that i’d be well suited for going into medicine lol. not only is it refreshing to have a doctor that doesn’t disregard their patient’s knowledge, but it’s good to see what i’ve learned about nerves from my biopsych classes (and in my own time for funsies) paying off in ways concerning my health. my mom who is a nurse also agrees that neuropathic POTS and erythromelalgia are what i have.

anyway the POTS symptoms have been a massive thing for me since puberty and the erythromelalgia developed a year or so after my POTS symptoms started. but i’ve always had freezing cold clammy hands and feet since i was a young child, they just hadn’t started changing colors and flaring until after i hit puberty. i’m not sure what destroyed the sympathetic nerve fibers in my legs (as most POTS happens in teenagers due to some viral illness but i’ve never had that?), i was also just tested for a bunch of autoimmune factors and disorders and my results came back negative. maybe it’s just a genetic factor, who knows, probably something caused by a hormone’s cascading effect gone awry at some point. it seems a lot of autistic afab people have POTS or some other type of dysautonomia for some reason and i’m curious as to why.

anyway i’m really stuck in a liminal space because i have no official diagnosis beyond “dysautonomia” but i’ve been sure of what it is for like over a year and it keeps getting clearer and clearer that i was right all along

#pots #dysautonomia #erythromelalgia #chronic illness

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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this is how you fall in love

pairing: kuroo tetsuroo + fem!oc genre: friends into lovers fluff with slight suggestive end tags//warning: nothing major // slight suggestive at the end if you squint enough note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. o wow look ive been posting back to back, ive been writing nonstop lately watch me ghost my stories in few weeks guys my brain = rotting, plus lately ive been feeling emotionally abuseddrained so i need something fluffy

listen to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker + chelsea cutler for maximum feels

“you’re a lifesaver.”

kuroo huffed, eyes rolling back with a small laugh as he unlaced his sneakers and slipped the room slipper on. it was odd to see the gymnasium without any nets or balls sprawled around. the gym has been closed for a week now in preparation for the upcoming open school event and currently under the art club’s jurisdiction. under her jurisdiction with her canvases and paints and it pained him to see her ruining his sacred place. he carried two plastic bags and holding two boba teas in the same hand. he wasn’t sure which one she was more excited for; the boba, the paints she made him ran to an art supply shop or him. she reached out, the bobas in his hand exchanged as she settled it on the floor, and she squealed at the sight of the plastic bag. he frowned.

yup, not him.

tins of different colors of paint that she ran out mid painting that she forgot to buy had her dialing his number and now it’s all here. all thanks to kuroo tetsuro. she grimaced at the price tags; it was costly than her usual one. usually, she would’ve gotten her supplies online, but desperate measure calls for desperate solution. she could always claim her expenses with the club. typical kuroo, she huffed. he always preached about getting the best, not minding the price tags but she’ll be the victim of his nonstop complaining that he’s getting broke every single day. she tucked a stray hair back and mentally counted how much she owed the man as she arranged the tins on the table.

kuroo noticed that look; same look she had when they are in the math class and he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re not paying.”

“i’m reimbursing you with the club money,” she shook her head and reached for her bag, “please kuroo, it’s so expensive.”

he reached for her wrist and she dropped the tote bag as he invaded her space. kuroo rested the palm of her hand right above his heart, his own around the waist and another under her chin as he tilted her chin up. his heartbeat was erratic, and she flushed. “it’s okay,” he said, softly. her lips formed into a small pout and he fought the urge to just kiss her.

their dynamic is something even kenma couldn’t figure it out.

they weren’t exactly dating. they are friends, close friends, and classmates. it has always been him, her and occasionally yaku; creating the chaotic duo/trio of class 5. they both played volleyballs, both captains while he’s the middle blocker, she’s their female team’s setter. they knew a lot of each other’s friends from other schools; he was the reason why she dated akaashi keiji from the first place. it was selfish of kuroo to admit to bokuto a month after they started dating that he disliked the idea of them together. typical kuroo is no longer snarky, he felt lost, felt like he was losing his other half. so, he confided to his close friend, the simpleton ace.

“you didn’t make any moves, kuroo, you can’t blame them.”

bokuto noted as them both stared at the two setters, playing around the fallen cherry blossoms. bokuto never seen akaashi smiled that much and kuroo could only wished that she smiled the same way to him. kuroo stared at the half bitten onigiri he’d been holding, suddenly every bite he took tasted bitter. every trace of akaashi on her gave him bitter taste. she liked wearing akaashi’s jersey; kuroo longed to see her in his own numbered jersey; she’s his number one after all. her own jersey number is as same as akaashi. it’s not like kuroo could hate anything he did; he treated her well. akaashi was a perfect boyfriend and everyone knew. that’s why kuroo hates him; he gave him no reason to hate the dude. it didn’t last long however, they drifted apart 6 months later, sending her to kuroo’s doorstep soaked in rain.

he stared at her soaked figure with no thoughts in mind.

“he dumped me,” she said, voice hoarse and shivering.

he was alone and was about to leave for kenma’s, but he couldn’t leave her alone. dropping his keys on the small table by the door, he threw his jacket back in the closet. “come in,” he whispered, pulling her figure in. dropping her bag on the floor, she clutched on his sleeves as she kicked off her soaking shoes. “i’m sorry, my mom isn’t home and i can’t find my keys,” she was a blabbering mess and he hushed her. he left her for a few minutes, coming back with a steaming towel and a clean shirt and pants. “it’s from the dryer. you can borrow my sister’s clothes,” grabbing her hands, they ran upstairs where he took her to the bathroom. she was too quiet, so he called her name. when she looked up to him, her eyes were red. she was no longer crying, more confused and upset. her cheeks flushed and he could see her teeth chattering. he wished nothing but to throw his fist at the man. finally, he got a reason to square up the stoic man; he always hates the way nothing could riled up akaashi.

“he’s stupid for doing you like this.”

she shook her head, “it’s nobody’s fault.”

“then stop blaming yourself,” he ruffled her hair, a small smile appeared from the corner of her lips as she watched him disappeared closing the door behind him. he left her with the hot water running, urgently grabbing the mop and bucket from the kitchen, and wiping the trail of her soaked feet has left before it could ruin the wooden floor.

cant come over, busy, ill tell u later

kuroo texted kenma. the pudding head left him on read.

they spend the night together, sitting on the floor with pillows pilling against the end of the bed as they sat in arms. he had his tv opened to one of the late-night game show. they sat in silence, her head rested on his shoulder and her lips pressed into a tiny line. at the corner of his eyes, he could see her phone’s notifications blaring despite being on mute. the number isn’t saved but it was familiar. she deleted his number already, probably out of rage, but it’s a good step.

tell me where you want me to drop your stuff im sorry i hope youre okay y/n? i heard it was storming did you make it back home? give me a call im calling you okay?

just as like what the message stated, the unknown number called her. it startled her which startled him too. she stared down on the screen, he noticed the grip on the phone and wondered how the phone did not break yet. “can you answer it for me?” she said, holding the phone out to the black-haired man. shocked, he took the phone and pressed the green button. he pressed the phone to his ear and heard her name being called.

“hey man,” kuroo cleared his throat, “listen-”

“she’s with you?” the voice- akaashi asked.

looking down on the girl who was pretending to not have any interest in the call at all, eyes focused on the gameshow, kuroo sighed.

“she is. listen, i think you should leave her alone.”

“kuroo, i know about your feelings. for her. bokuto-san told me about it. if you think that this is the proper way to get her when she’s vulne-”

kuroo bit the inside of his cheeks. he was offended that akaashi dared to call him out like that. “so, what? she made her pick,” the girl turned to face him, brows up wondering what they are talking about.

“that’s low, even for you, kuroo-san.”

their eyes met. he didn’t even realize how deep the cut on his palm where he had balled his fingers into a fist until she touched it. he calmed down. “you hurt her. you have no right to say what’s low or not. be a bigger man, leave her alone,” he muttered flatly, before ending the call. they didn’t break eye contact until he realized what he had done.

“i-i shouldn’t have done that.”

she shook her head, “stop blaming yourself,” a small smile on her face.

that was 3 months ago.

kuroo had made moving on easy for her. akaashi and her remained friendly, although kuroo noticed that she tended to avoid him when possible. the breakup was indeed mutual, but merely on the fact that he lost feelings. akaashi had fallen out of love with her and in love with some other girl but who was she to judge when she was falling in love with the rooster head in silence. they still hang out with bokuto and akaashi but rarely with the latter.

she made him apologized to the fukurodani’s setter too and they remained on friendly term, still practiced together whenever they have training camps together where akaashi had admitted one training night that kuroo and her looks better together. kuroo didn’t say anything, not that he knew what to reply to that (his mind scream fuck yeah we do) but shrugged at his statement. “i guess dating her made you less pain in the ass, kuroo-san,” akaashi joked as they resumed the game.

kuroo was pulled back to reality when he felt his lips brushed against something. his eyes widened when he realized what it was. a quick kiss from her. he blinked frantically, trying to comprehend what had just happened which caused the girl to laugh. “did you just?” he asked confused by what had just happened which she nodded. she bit her bottom lip to hold herself from bursting into a laugh. “god, you should see your face. it’s so stupid. and every girl called you the playboy captain huh?”

he huffed and rolled his eyes, “i am not. i’ve been loyal to one girl for many years now, she is the one who hasn’t notice me at all,” he faked his pout, refused to look her directly in the eyes, praying that she wouldn’t notice his reddening cheeks.

“she must’ve been so stupid,” she teased, her nose rubbing gently against his jawline as she rested her figure against his closer. his chin rested against her head.

“she is,” he looked down on her, his arms around her waist tighter, “i don’t think she knows this but if she leaves me, i think i’ll be so broken inside. is it selfish to say that?” a small frown appeared on her face.

“i don’t think she ever talked about leaving you.”

a grin grew on his face, “so you know who i’m talking about huh?” she fell into his trap. she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out, calling him stupid. he studied her face, his grin softened into what yaku and his volleyball team called the kuroo is stupidly in love with y/n but refused to admit face. his fingers ran into her hair which she had been growing out in few months down to her shoulder because she thinks that he likes her better that way. the way she tried to subtly put on make up to look better that the other girls who’s shamelessly flirting with him. she was too stupid to realize that he had loved her beyond that.

he loves the rough pads on her hands from holding her paintbrushes and volleyball. he loves that she works hard for everything she’s doing be it studying, volleyball or arts, she would put her blood, sweat and tears into it. he loves that she would wait for him to buy lunch so they can eat together in class. he would buy her a box of milk which she insisted that she doesn’t need too; but he convinced it would be good for her. he wants the best for her.

he loves that all the missing clothes he’s complaining about is in the back of her closet or on her. his cream hoodie hanging behind her closet door, his random pile of t-shirts in a basket on the floor of her closet that he liked to left beside the mix pile of her shoes and his one big ass nike shoes. her room isn’t messy, it is because she kept the messiness in her closet. she also like to keep random stuff of him too. the one medal he won from a science fair hung on the headboard of her bed, the misshapen looking hand wax sculpture of their hands intertwined from a funfair where she rested a purikura of them on it and a lucky bamboo plant he gave on her birthday to compromise on the no gift rule.

“for luck,” he grinned.

unlike hers, he kept her item neatly in his drawer. your spare shirts that he borrowed and refused to return, extra towel and her toiletries, some of her drawing blocks and a small cat shaped pouch where she kept her allergies medication. mostly hidden because his annoying friends come over often and would accidentally talk about it in front of his grandparents. but, on his bedside table, he has a cup of pencils by the bed where he collected the art supplies she left behind, random markers and paintbrushes, a clay sculpture of a trinket plate she made from art club (she carved a tiny letter k in the corner beside the obvious looking genitalia drawing) and a fake plant which she was sure he will not be able to kill it.

he loves it when she wore his jersey. he lost his mind when he found out that her current season number is the same as his. he’s in love. the first time he saw her in his jersey, the number one jersey on her body was during their training. he lost concentration; mouth hung a bit. he got so flustered that he let lev served the ball straight to his head. usually, lev would be dead by now, but he doesn’t mind. his nose bled but to see her kneel beside him, clutching on his own shirt screaming how stupid he is, wiping the blood away with towel, he could only say how pretty she looked. all his teammates were startled, her included. she clutched on his collar angrily; her knees stung from when she leaped down to his side, but this idiot could only smile at her with a bloody nose. “you are fucking idiot,” she cried out angrily, pushing him away before throwing the towel on his face leaving the pleased third year laying on the floor.

he loves the way she would find a way to impress him, be it as ridiculous as the halloween costume idea she had where they’ll go as the front and end of a horse or as serious as the submitted college application to the same university he had gotten into. “you are not getting rid of me that easily, tetsu,” the evil look on her face as she clicked the submit button send shivers down his spine.

“if you leave, i think i’ll cry,” he confessed, his smile slowly died.

“kuroo tetsuro is going to cry after me?” she teased. he nodded eagerly. “does kuroo tetsuro realized that we are literally moving into the same university? i couldn’t catch a break from him,” she faked her annoyance which he playfully avenged by sending her on the floor laughing as he tickled her. tears trickled down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, screaming to get away from his grip. “please, kuroo, i’m going to pee if you don’t stop!” he obliged, tears prickled the corner of his own eyes from laughing too much. straddling her waist, he gathered her wrists in one hand over her head. “apologize and said that kuroo tetsuro is the best man in your life or i swear i’ll make you pee,” he threatened her playfully, wiggling the fingers of his free hand close to her waist. her eyes widened in fears.

“that’s not fair!”

“apologize first.”

“fine!” she pouted, “i’m sorry, i won’t make fun of you again. now get off me!”

he raised his eyebrow, “andddd?”

“annddd-” a teasing smile appeared on her face as she said the next 5 words that send him to mars and back; “i love you kuroo tetsuro.”

he froze in shock. he heard the words before but never in this way; never for him.

finally, i think i got the calculation, love you yaku! lev you’re adorable but so stupid, i love it! thank you for letting me borrow your game, kenma. you’re the best, love ya!

the grip on her wrists loosened. taking advantage of his shock state, she pushed him back, straddling him by the waist, pinning his own hands above his head, giving him the taste of his own medicine. “i’m not going to leave your sorry ass, tetsu. i hope you don’t regret it,” she leaned down, capturing his lips with a longer kiss. letting go of his wrist, her hand went immediately into his rooster hair while another cupped his cheek, deepening their kiss. she could feel his cold palm resting against her bare waist and she shuddered. between the kisses, he heard her whispering his name. “kuroo, do you love me too?” she asked so innocently with kisses between the words but the way she grabbed a handful of his hand in a fist felt so dirty, eliciting a strangled moan from the back of his throat. she pulled back, staring down on his eyes as his lips moved.

“i love you too.”

nothing in his hazel eye but sincerity. he groaned when she pulled herself out of his reach, missing her warm body as she laughed. straightening her sweater back, pulling her hair back up into a tighter ponytail before she picked up the paintbrush she dropped. the paintbrush left a white stain on the court. as if kuroo wasn’t here, whimpering underneath her a minute ago, she continued her work. “i need to finish the mural by this week and you’re not exactly helping me,” she warned him, pointing the wet brush his direction. through the corner of her eyes, he was propped on his elbows, still staring at her, causing her to blush profusely. it annoyed him that she would tease him, then leaving him high and dry. before she could crack open the new paint tin, he ignored her warning as he tackled her back into his arms.

breathless against her lips, he told her to continue later. the urgency and rawness of his voice made her putty immediately. looking up the man, she pouted her lips.

“kuroo-san,” she whined as he captured her bottom lips.

he elicited a soft moan from the girl. he grinned against her lips. a hand rested firmly beside her head while another snaked under the sweater. there will be bruise tomorrow, she was sure of it, he will make sure of it.

“it will be quick, baby. i promise.”

she has no objection.

#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro fluff #haikyuu x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x reader #writing: hq #writing: fics

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bridgyrose · 3 years ago

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Sapphire watched as her team “mingled” around the dance floor, well most of her team. Aro had decided to stay in the dorm while Xanthic stayed at a table and messed with her scroll. She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she muttered to herself. “Why does Xan trust technology more than people?”

Her eyes wandered a bit more through the dance floor, watching Cinder and Sitri awkwardly dance together. It was somewhat amusing to see the girl she wanted as a maiden dancing with a member of her team, but as amusing as it was, the last thing she wanted was for Cinder to be distracted with her part of everything.

Sapphire looked around the dance once more, this time her eyes pausing on her goal: Ruby Rose standing at the punch table. She gave her a soft smile. “You know, it’ll probably be more fun if you actually dance with someone.”

Ruby nearly jumped, not having noticed Sapphire walking up to her. “O-oh, hey Sapphire. I figured you’d be with the rest of your team.”

“They’re… preoccupied.” Sapphire motioned out to the other two members of her team that she came with. “Besides, you look like you could use a bit more company yourself.”

Ruby chuckled a bit as she took a sip from her glass. “I guess you could say that. Yang and Blake are together with Sun and Neptune and Weiss-” she paused for a moment as she watched Weiss mess with a few napkins at an empty table. “-was supposed to be with Neptune…”

Sapphire shrugged a bit, her eyes sticking on Sitri and Cinder. “Still, you could be having fun out there.”

“In these lady stilts?” Ruby sat down in a chair near the punch table, letting out a sigh of relief as she took her heels off. “I’m going to need to have a talk with Weiss on how she can fight in these. They’re torture.”

Sapphire let out a small chuckle, sitting down next to Ruby. “So, why are you here anyway?”

“Mostly for Weiss and Yang. They worked hard putting everything together, although I dont get the point of being social. We’re at a school learning to be huntresses and hunters! To help others and learn to fight bad guys!”

“Let me tell you, learning social graces helps so you dont act like those two over there.” Sapphire pointed over to Sitri and Cinder, both of who didnt seem to want to be there. She could faintly hear Sitri trying, and failing, to make small talk with Cinder while Cinder brushed off every question with a single word answer, keeping the nearest clock in the corner of her eyes to keep track of the time.

Ruby winced a bit when she finally noticed Sitri and Cinder together. ��Okay, you have a point.”

Sapphire sat in silence with Ruby for a bit, watching the other students. She couldnt fault them for being carefree, not knowing what was going to be in store for them in the following weeks. But part of her felt disappointed that they all seemed… happy. That for once, none of them felt like anything could go wrong.

Ruby finally broke the silence after taking a loud sip from her cup. “So… what a year, right? Between looking for Blake, what happened at the docks, Torchwick causing problems… if this is what being a huntress is like, I cant wait.”

Salem rolled her eyes a bit. “Why? So you can spend the rest of your life in debt to a kingdom?”

“Well, being a huntress is my dream. Fighting grimm, taking out crime syndicates… that’s what I’ll be doing. Making the world a better place one mission at a time.” Ruby let out a small sigh, looking down into the cup she had for herself. “Although, part of me is still nervous about all of it. Even though I’ll be one of the youngest huntresses to graduate from Beacon, it still feels a long way off. And even then, I still have to pass all of these classes. But, as long as I can follow my mother’s footsteps, I think I’ll be okay.”

Sapphire frowned a bit after hearing those words. For a moment, she swore she could see Summer once more: the same senseless dream, the same naivety, the same hope that was about to be shattered… just another silver eyed warrior that would be used by Ozma as a pawn in this game they played. A game he could never hope to win. “You really think it’ll be like that?”

“I mean, how else will it be? I mean, we’re here learning how to fight monsters and deal with criminals to protect others.”

“What if I told you there are worse things out there than grimm? People with powers beyond what you could comprehend. Humans and faunus that make nightmares seem tame.” Sapphire placed a hand on the table behind her, letting out a bit of magic towards the lights of the room. A wicked grin came across her face as the room was bathed in a purple haze. She glanced over to Sitri and Cinder, allowing them a bit of a reprieve from their situation. “What you’re learning to do here is child’s play. You will never be prepared for what’s to come.” She slowly took her hand off the table, letting out a sigh.

Ruby watched as the lights went back to normal. “Huh, that was weird.” She could hear a few of the students nearby chatting amongst themselves about it, mostly complimenting Yang and Weiss about pulling all the stops for the dance. Ruby let out a small sigh, setting her cup down. “I know I’ll never fully be prepared. And honestly, that’s where a bit of the excitement is for me. Who knows what we’ll… see…” Ruby’s words trailed off as she watched a figure jump from rooftop to rooftop outside the window of the dance. “I need to take care of something.”

Sapphire shook her head as she watched Ruby rush off, not bothering to put her heels back on. “Of course you do… always getting in the way…”

Sitri finally made her way over, grabbing a cup for herself and walking over to Sapphire. “So this is where you’ve been hiding. Figured you’d be out there dancing with people.”

Sapphire shrugged. “Was keeping Ruby company until she ran off. Speaking of, arent you supposed to be with Cinder right now?”

“She disappeared on me when the lights dimmed. Which is fine, I am absolutely okay with never being with her again. She was so… awkward to talk to. But hey, at least the next to the punch table is free. To the socially awkward, right?” Sitri moved her cup over to Sapphire with a small smile.

Sapphire got up and started walking towards the door, ready to leave. “On second thought, I’m going back to the dorm to do a little bit of research.”

Sitri slumped a bit and took a sip from her cup. “Right.... Leave me hanging…”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #sitri evergreen #salem #salem rwby #drabbles #infiltrating witch #infiltrating witch au

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diosaadivina · 4 years ago

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You & I : A Tokka Short

(Legend of Korra, Book One, Yakone’s trial flashback)

They’d done it. Yakone was finally under arrest and his day in court was set in just a few days.

“I’ve beaten every trumped-up judge you yahoos have brought against me... and I’ll beat this one too.” Toph knew not this time, this time would be different because he, Sokka, was back as head councilman.

After an active and exciting arrest, Toph spends the rest of her night at her apartment with Lin. Having their usual tea after dinner, they acknowledge familiar footsteps at the door with their seismic sense.

“Sokka’s coming!” Toph abruptly states as she sits up excitingly from her relaxed state. She couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the exact reaction she experienced all those years ago during the war. When she realized just how complete and at ease she felt with Sokka’s presence, and how incomplete she felt without it.

Now, at forty years old, she still gets as excited as she did when she was twelve.

“How are my two favorite earthbenders this evening?” Sokka asks as he makes his way in the room. Lin runs straight into his arms while Toph makes her way to greet him the same. Despite secretly living together for a year now, this was still one of her favorite moments of the day.

“Mom finally did it!” Lin states as Sokka picks her up, “Her and uncle Aang finally caught the bad guy!!” Despite already knowing the good news, Sokka couldn’t help but join in on Lin’s excitement.

Toph reassures, “Remember Lin we just arrested him, once he’s proven guilty in court, then this nightmare will really be over.”

Sokka knew the day would come when justice would be served, and he was ecstatic to be the one to determine Yakone’s fate in just a few days. He places his hand onto the small of Toph’s back and moves it gently up and down, a gesture of reassurance that he will make life in Republic City for everyone - and especially for themselves - much more peaceful. They have hidden their relationship from the public for over a year, awaiting for this moment that will bring more ease into their lives.

After tucking Lin into bed, Toph makes her way into the bedroom and finds Sokka making his way to the bed.

“There’s something I need to tell you Sokka...” Toph exhales as she sits down on his side of the bed, she feels her own heartbeat begin to accelerate. Sokka notices and distinguishes her facial expression right away, she’s worried.

“Toph, if this is about the upcoming trial, you have nothing to worry about..” He instantly grabs her hand closest to him, “You and I both know how hard you’ve been busting it out there trying to stop him and his plays-”

“It’s not about the trial or about Yakone...” Toph lets out a sigh and she takes in a deep breath. Sokka, now concerned, instantly reaches for her other hand, uncertain of what could be worrying her.

Toph’s heart is practically beating out from her robe as she breathes out, “Sokka, I-I’m pregnant.”

Sokka felt his heart stop for a second, which felt more like an hour. She’s preg- pregnant?...we- we’re pregnant? Toph breaks the silence as she literally only feels his heart rate begin to increase, not feeling the butterflies in his stomach and happiness consuming him internally.

“I know this is horrible timing, with current events and Republic City’s most important trial coming up...I just couldn’t go on without telling you.” She professes, her voice begins to shake, “I-I’m so sorry this happened Sokka, I-” Sokka cuts her off by bringing her into his arms, holding tightly onto her. He is filled with so much emotion that his tears begin to stream down his face and onto her shoulders.

“Don’t, you dare apologize..” Sokka murmurs. Toph, now feeing and understanding his reaction, closes her eyes as she lets out a sigh as well as her own tears of happiness. Moments pass as they’re still tightly concealed in eachothers arms, taking in this moment together. A baby, they simultaneously thought to themselves. In times of uncertainty, they somehow knew that everything was going to be alright because they had eachother.

(Day of Yakone’s trial)

Toph and Sokka secretly meet in his office before making their way into the courtroom.

“I can’t believe we’ve made it here, together...” Sokka says as they holds hands. “All this time we, especially you, have been trying to put Yakone in his place. Now I am here to ensure that justice is done and that Republic City sleeps soundly from now on. Not to mention, that we move onto this new chapter of our lives in peace.” Sokka places his hand onto Toph’s still flat stomach, trying to assure her and their unborn child, safety.

“I think you should know by now that you and I make a great team Sokka.” Toph affirms as she gently squeezes his hands.

“You’re right, history has shown that you and I - are invincible..” He can’t help but recall all those years ago when they were able to stop those fleet of firenation airships. “...I know I am invincible, as long as I am with you.”

Toph brings herself into his arms, “Must you have to be extra mushy before we step out to probably the most important moment of our careers? Also, it doesn't help that I am more emotional these days.” She says as she tries to not tear up. She raises her head up to him and Sokka places his hand onto her cheek, “But I dont care, I cant wait to hear you kill it out there, councilman. And I can’t wait for us to live our lives.”

“Me too..” Sokka leans down and gently places a kiss onto her forehead, “Now lets go and serve some justice!”

“Councilman Sokka will now deliver the verdict.”

Sokka opens his eyes and lets out a breath, “In my years, I’ve encountered people born with rare and unique bending abilities. I once bested a man with my trusty boomerang who was able to firebend, with his mind...” Despite mentioning another unique bender or bending ability, he finds the moment to praise his favorite unique bender of all time. “...Why, even metalbending was considered impossible for all of history - until our esteemed Cheif of Police, Toph Beifong, single-handedly developed the skill....” Toph can’t help but enjoy the spotlight for a moment as never gets tired of Sokka showing his admiration of her abilities, it was their thing. “...The overwhelming amount of testimonial evidence has convinced this council that Yakone is one of these unique benders and he’s exploited his ability to commit these heinus crimes... We find Yakone, guilty of all charges and sentence him to life in prison.” As soon as Sokka slams the gavel, he can’t help but feel proud of himself by his improvement in public speaking. Finally, it was over. Yakone had lost and this nightmare was over, or so they thought.

It all happened so fast. Before the next steps could be taken, Yakone had unleashed his sinister ability of mind-controlled bloodbending. With Sokka naturally being his first target, it took a moment before the room was able to comprehend what was unfolding in front of them. Toph felt her heart stop when she felt Sokka’s desperation, him being succumbed to Yakone’s evil power. She’s never witnessed Sokka in this state before or any bloodbending in person for that matter. Once she caught onto what was going on and that the entire council was now victimized, she tried to stop him but all it took was one look from him for her to feel the wrath of his power.

NO! Sokka yelled to himself in his head as he watched this nightmare unfold in front of his eyes. Toph! She’s never experienced this before..., he thought to himself. He was so sure she would have never go through this horror, ever. And now that she was, in this malicious way, he felt so helpless. I- I need to do something. His first instinct was to always protect her when she was at her most vulnerable, and now that she was, he couldn’t do anything but watch.

This- this can’t be happening right now. I really... hate this... Toph barley thinks to herself. No! I- I can’t let him free, she says in her head as she realizes his plan. Then, in an instant, she becomes completely blind. Yakone progressed his control over Toph by making her reach for the keys to his escape and bringing her towards him, effortlessly. Toph recalls never feeling this scared since her last traumatic experience hanging on the side of the airship all those years ago. At the very least, she had Sokka and his words to prep her for what was to come, he was her sight in that moment. Here, she didn’t know what to expect, her fate was literally in the hands of Yakone. That wasn’t even the scariest and worst part of all this, she was no longer fearing for herself but for someone else.

The baby!! Sokka thinks to himself. His strife amplified immensely as the thought of his unborn child came to his head. His heart felt like it was slowly being ripped out in front of him as he watched the monster bring Toph towards him. No no no, please- the baby...let them go NOW!! He can only manage to say in his head. As soon as Yakone sets himself free, he proceeds to knock out nearly everyone in the courtroom. Sokka really felt his heart stop as he literally saw his life flash in front of his eyes and collapse onto the ground - unconscious.

He knew that him and Aang would be the last ones standing due to their experience with bloodbending decades ago. Yet, his extra time didn’t last long as he began to feel himself slowly fade away. His last image before falling unconscious was exchanging a look with Aang then, onto his heart, laying out cold- in front of him on the floor.

Moments passed until Sokka regained consciousness, he was the first one awake. Instinctively, he ran towards Toph who was still knocked out on the ground. He quickly took her into his arms and couldn’t help but search for a pulse. He didn’t want to imagine the worse, but from what he witnessed, she took it the hardest. Despite being one of the strongest person he knows, he didn’t know how her body would have responded - especially since she was pregnant. His hand moves towards her lower abdomen, hoping that their unborn child was unharmed. He can’t ignore the immense guilt beginning to consume him.

A few more moments pass and Toph begins to wake. Sokka watches as she slowly opens her eyes and moves her hands to where Sokka has his placed. Toph seems to hold her breath but lets out a relieved sigh as she places her hand there. Sokka seems to read her expression clear as day, and they were okay.

“The baby is okay, I can feel it’s heartbeat..” Toph reassures to Sokka, she seems to have read his mind. “Toph-...” Sokka can’t seem to put his words together, he was still trying to recover from this scare. Toph reaches and touches his face, “I’m okay Sokka, we’re okay. Man, that really is the worst feeling in the world.” He brings her into a tight hug and whispers, “I love you.”

Toph answers, “I love you Sokka.” In that moment she didn’t think about where Yakone was, Aang was gone too and she knew Aang well enough to know that he’d for sure stop him. She only cared that the life growing inside of her was still there, as well as Sokka’s and her own well-being.

Sokka says into her ear, “See? I told you we’re invincible.” Toph smiles and responds, “We are, together.”

#Tokka #Tokka Fanfic #ATLA Fanfic #ATLA #Toph #Sokka #Legend of Korra #Bloodbending #Canon #Canon Universe

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swcetnight · 4 years ago

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Dear fae, it's been a while so first I want to ask how are you? How is your weekend going?💕

I just finished chapter 2 of idy and you hit me right into the feels. Holy Moly. There is so much to process. Firstly I enjoyed it so much. It was so good. You capture me into this new world. With every chapter you manage to make me more excited of what's coming next. There is still so much unknown. This world is a mystery and I living for it.

I absolutely love to get to know these two. I am so intrigued with their personalities. Everything they do. How they react. How they seem to fall deeper into each other. How it feels so familiar but still new between these two.

The portait of emotions is just wow. I felt it so hard. OC is so relatable. The fear of failure, her inexperience. The way she longs for more in her life. chef's kiss. I just want to hug her and tell her how great she's actually doing by trying her best every day.

And tae... I felt the pain when he said he lost someone. Baby no. And while dealing with loss he still manages to comforted her. He knows her like the back of his hand and can look past her walls. And I am living for it. He's so sweet, so kind, so loving while remaining mysterious. We love to see complex and layered characters.

And you had to end on a cliff hanger don't you? I am not ready to face the angst. I see it coming ahh.

But I also want to thank you for this amazing chapter. You mentioned that you had a hard time writing it. And I am so proud how it turned out. You should be proud too. I loved it. So thank you again for your hard work. Thank you for pushing through it. You did great.

I hope you have a great rest weekend. Enjoy it as much as you can. May the next week be a good one. Take care of yourself. I am sending you so much love💖

🌸

🌸 anon .... where do I even begin???? first off, it HAS been a while and i've missed you so much... i hope that you're having a great day/week and that you're staying happy and healthy!! did you have a good weekend?? also, i apologize for the lack of emojis... im currently writing this out on my computer because usually I can comprehend how to english when i type on a physical keyboard LOL

second, THANK YOU so much for reading and letting me know how you felt about the second chapter of IDY! ... is it bad to say that im happy you were hit in the feels? thats what i was going for ;)))

im so incredibly happy that you enjoy this story so much... like truly, i can't express that enough. I'm so excited to share whats coming next!! I'm really looking forward to seeing your reaction!!

taehyung and oc are definitely falling for eachother... as you can tell from that last scene in chapter two... there's definitely something going on with tae and i cant wait to share what that is!!!

OC, bless her heart, shes been trying so hard. i would give her a hug too.. if i wasnt busy torturing her with failure and emotions... oops.

taehyung.. the poor guy. he definitely has more to him than he lets on... youll find out soon. but we love him.. hes genuinely such a kind, giving person! he's just got... a secret.

thank you so much for loving this chapter!! i do have difficulty writing and pulling through with stories... but seeing your feedback and how you feel about the plot so far is SO rewarding and definitely boosts my motivation, so thank you to the moon and back!!!

again, im sending you lots of love and happiness for the next week!!! fighting!! <3

want to read It's Definitely You? Read it: HERE

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kuromichad · 4 years ago

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also idk how to really explain it but many things, particularly in emo culture, at that time were like... schrodinger’s gay... it was like. you WANTED things to be gay but knew better than to like, believe it, and just the like willingness of pop culture figures to Play with it, and the experience of having fandoms or whatever be excited by it along with you, was basically good enough... i feel like even though i was literally into them at the time and was openly bisexual and also clearly now am trans i like didnt even really comprehend how like gay/gender mcr was until i. saw people talking about it on tumblr like it was kind of a moment of Huh... So it wasn’t like, entirely in my head... does that make any sense. idk how much this was like a matter of the culture at the time (yknow, back when we didnt have gay marriage or like, performative wokeness) objectively vs my own weird lens on it due to not knowing i was trans yet but. Yeah

i think maybe the part that’s difficult to untangle is that like, there is a distinction between ‘doing things that will get you called gay’ and ‘doing things that ARE gay’ and the category of ‘things that will get you called gay’ was so broad and volatile back then. so yeah there were loads of emo bands with dudes who would do ‘things that will get you called gay’ aka wearing makeup, tight pants, singing a certain way, having lyrics about your Feelings. but many of those dudes would let it be called Guyliner, and their Feelings lyrics were still always about girls (and still had the capacity to be misogynist and/or violent), and just generally you could tell that even though they were willing to get Called gay they werent. vs there were other people who didnt like, assert masculinity in the same way, and were noticeably more comfortable in that gnc emo Look than some other guys were (and didn’t abandon it when they got more successful lol), and had less-straight or actively gay lyrics... but like. idk i think at least to me it still just came off like... ‘well i like that these guys arent being distractingly tryhard masc’ and that was it, rather than registering as ‘oh this is gay for real. youre not just like hoping it is or projecting like it’s actually there’ lmao.

and so i think maybe if youre younger and dont Remember the 2000s like that, you look at the entire scene and youre like well none of these celebrities are like flag-carrying LGBT Activists now, so all of that was Intentional Corporate Queerbaiting, or something... or like that’s not even what that op is saying huh. like they think the specific purpose of mcr (or, im guessing, emo in general) was to like Steal Queer Aesthetics and sell them to the public...? and like, sure, the whole Emo Boys Kissing thing generated profit but in the form of convincing guys who did not want to kiss boys to just dress similar to boys who kiss each other. the only people who actually carried on that part of the trend were like. people with actual gay desires. everyone else was just like being cishet in their emo jeans and feeling very proud about how counterculture they were for letting people call them gay for wearing emo jeans.

and the homoeroticism and androgyny in emo didnt just. come from nowhere??? it wasnt made up by marketing. if you wanted to accuse a band of selling a gay aesthetic in a straight way you have to go WAY farther down the chain of influence, like when you would end up briefly seeing Guyliner on bands that were making like, cheap top 40 butt rock for dads, because it did eventually become like defanged enough that it was like ‘this is just the thing to do if youre Alternative’ but. actual emo, especially early 2000s emo, especially early 2000s emo boys who were actually willing to kiss boys, were not the ones selling it in a straight way... they were the ones who were (As many gay people are) trendsetting and interesting enough to prompt other people to (whether earnestly or not) take on similar fashion and behaviors in order to like, form community. and that community of ‘people with an Alternative and often gay fashion and music sense’ just happened to get big enough to turn into a money thing

and again, getting mad about emo queerbaiting in 2021 is just completely fucking absurd because everyone at the time was so like cautious and defeatist that even gay people who wanted it to be gay didnt like believe it might actually be gay. this is why i cant stand queerbaiting discourse like bro at the end of the day no matter what it’s just gonna be about You and what You’re bringing to it and you could very easily be overlooking some important shit that’s, yknow, actually there, in the course of chasing after some imagined perfect reward. *2000s internet voice* End rant!

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sherlolly-siya · 5 years ago

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Magnum P.I. 2x18 Honest review

This was a much anticipated episode, let me say that. I was expecting the heart break, hell! I up front asked for the heart break.. But the creators went straight for my throat!!

To begin with, i cant believe we were handed the first 3 minutes of the episode uncut on a silver platter! The entire Jin scene + Tux scene? I absolutely love Jin! and now he’s room-ing with Mangnum! I would have loved if the scene from lenkov’s story wasn't cut out of the episode and Magnum actually was ironing Jin’s t-shirt, what a miss!

The episode on a whole was quite content filled.. I liked it that way and this lil bit where we get to see rick’s past.. kind of a nice prologue if you ask me.. since next week we’d be heading into a rick centric episode..

And here my fellas.. the musings start.. I know i could have spoken a lot more, analysed a lil more.. but the creators are throwing the will they wont they bait and I’m taking it this time..

1. Katsumoto totally self-invited himself to the wedding 😂.. cant believe Magnum hadn't already invited his best-friend! But all about what he said to Higgy here..

“His heart is in the right place, but he hasn't thought it through.” Exactly my point! For some reason a fake wedding is all Magnum (or anyone else for that matter) can think of to keep Higgy in the country. And none of them have given any thought to how this is going to affect their dynamic, their friendship. Consider they didn't get caught, they broke the law and got away with it.. neither of them.. not just the two of them are prepared for this. No one has thought this through.. further proven here:

He’s totally not given any thought to how this will work out and thinks that its going to be fine.. he’s just helping out a friend. Trying to keep his family together. Tell me Magnum.. will this wedding ever not remind you of Hannah, or Abby.. will you be always and forever be able to look at it as a business arrangement? Tell me Higgy.. will this not remind you of Richard? Will you guys be ever just Magnum and Higgins if you go ahead with this?

I am not against this union.. but this cant happen..not today.. not until they’re ready. And let me say.. getting TC involved right now is not making any sense either. Wedding is not an answer to the visa problem.

2. Jin! My darling Jin! The first scene was without a doubt most hilarious.. but this interaction was nothing less than that:

Magnum was so confused about what these two are up to when he’s not around 🤣. Also the fact that Jin kept looking between these two the entire time! Look at the chubby baby looking at his parents! 😘 And that roomie comment.

Sorry roomie.

Please don’t call me that.

Oh! That’s reserved for lil Mrs.

3. Lets get to the heart-breaking stuff shall we?

All people saw was this - A happy groom:

While I saw a girl smiling whenever someone mentioned the wedding:

He wasn’t the only one excited.. she was too.. hell she even went ahead and asked Neolani, Tani and Quinn to be her bridesmaids.. All of that to just have to break their hearts..

Watching her talk to TC and then to Magnum was difficult every time I did it 😭 She looked so sad when she ended that call with TC and then the look on Magnum’s face when she told him she’s not going to marry him..(I’m going to add more in second post coz the GIF got a bit too large)

I feel like he’s still not comprehending why she would not marry him and why its difficult but some day he will.. but he didn't object one bit .. he promised her he will respect her wishes and he did.. he didn't say a word 😭😭😭

I did notice one thing though.. every time he is in a tough spot.. some one or other asks him if he’s okay and he always lies that “he’s fine”.. but today no one did.. and he just acted as if he’s fine.. he’s not.. he might be smiling.. but the sadness never leaves his eyes.. even during that whole speech he gave for TC and Higgins.. (to be added in 2nd post)

Also.. Higgy did everything except wedding dress shopping.. which means she already has one.. I’m still going to stick to.. “THE wedding dress”

#magnumpi #magnum pi spoilers #IM NOT OKAY #MY BABIES ARE HURT #Miggy #magnum x juliet

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monzterzack · 5 years ago

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My bro!!! Quarantines killin us all I guess. :( dysphoria is a bitch in water-soaked socks And I hope you'll get better soon. Only you know what you are, consciously or not. If ur uncomfey as someone to be perceived as a gal and take massive serotonin when u are a He then you're a guy, my man! Your mom don't know shit about you, no matter what she says!!

Thanks, i guess a big issue for me is not being sure about shit, im always second guessing myself about everything and being anxious about all

The current situation isnt helping cause it requires everyone to be hyperaware and questioning ur own health a lot

And honestly all this is killing me, its hell, and its frying my brain to the point i think im reliving all my past traumas but without provocation but my own and its like 6 am and im awake having a meltdown cause im not sure what the fuck i am or what the fuck i like and all i know is that i feel like shit and like a bad person for not knowing shit and its exhausting

Ugh, this isnt fun, i feel so many intense emotions and when i dont i feel so dead inside, i dont know what i should do cause its a clusterfuck of emotions i cant even comprehend and i spent most of my day napping away cause im already tired from watching youtube or netflix and i got no more hobbies nor money and im like "if i dont draw ill literally sink into unspeakable territory but im so tired of drawing and making, i got excited for half an hour but now i feel like there is no point in all of this so why do i even try, im mediocre and boring and i dont wanna do this anymore"

And when you depend on art as an emotional outlet thats when shit gets complicated cause dAMN i cant get therapy right now cause of quarentine and i dont wanna bother anyone and i cant draw shit how the fuck am i suppose to cope?????

Ugh this is baaaaaad, its not fun its so not fun

Hope u stay strong anon, dont fall in the pit, stay strong and fight for your well being, you deserve happiness anon

#ask #ramble

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elulallemant-d · 6 years ago

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Prince Charming

Ch.1/?

No way this was reality, it had to be a fairytale. For sure. He’d seen how laid back and effortlessly endearing Prince Charming was in the movies, but this, this was a whole new level.

OR in which lucas applies for a job at disneyland and oh my god, the guy who plays prince charming is way too attractive for his own good

read on ao3!!

———

Lucas spent majority of his life making bad decisions.

Of course — most of the time — he wasn’t aware of them. Making the same mistakes every time oddly kept him going. Like one time where he skipped just a few needed hours of sleep to watch only a few more documentaries on extracurricular beings. Those few hours would’ve proably given him a higher mark and save himself from thinking about how aliens could destroy most continents in a second throughout majority of his economics exam. That became what he’d call, a problem he’d deal with later, once it was deemed relevant.

On the bright side, that inconvenience urged him to do better than a D-, miraculously raising to a B+, which was a win in his book. It was a pass and that was frankly all he needed. Lucas always told himself that problems like these would always give him solutions. He just needed time to process them and come up with one.

Except, he wasn’t seeing a solution right now. That was when he started doubting his entire life assumptions.

“I swear I was supposed to get paid today,” Lucas curses, look up to a disappointed Mika who was impatiently tapping his foot against the floorboard. His roommate, who was still waiting for his share of the rent even after he promised it multiple times, knew his excuses by heart and wasn’t having it.

“Huh, is that so? I’m not seeing any money,” Mika questions, his eyebrow shooting up as he exaggeratedly looks around the room. His gaze eventually falls on Lisa, who paid minimal attention to them, but metaphorically, it was probably more than what Lucas paid for their shared apartment. “Lisa, dear, sweetheart, the only other person who helps me pay rent, do you see any of Lucas’ money?”

She made a disapproving sound, somewhat like a grunt as she shook her head the same time Lucas sighs and slips deeper into the ratted couch, hoping it would eventually swallow him whole. He just wants to get out of this so he could eventually think of a solution.

He knew this would bite him in the ass soon enough, and here it finally was. Naggingly biting him. This wasn’t an inconvenience he could put off for later. He’d used his ‘later’ pass way too many times for it to work now. “I just need a little more time, I’ll get it soon, I promise.”

Mika groans, flailing his hands up as he does a small turn, his hunched back now facing Lucas. “Lulu, listen,” he whines, turning on his heel to face him, “I love you, really, but honestly, truthfully, lovingly, you’ve said that way too many times for me to count over the last few months, and it isn’t getting any better, believe me.”

“What am I supposed to do,” Lucas plays the vulnerable card, “I’m trying, but a coffee shop isn’t going to supply me with riches out of no where,” he deals.

“That’s your problem to fig—“

Lisa barks out laughing, interrupting Mikas’ lucteur, “Lucas, the beast kind of looks like you.” Only then did Lucas realise she was watching Beauty and the Beast, which made sense since she let out continuous comments about fault decisions and poor clothing choices.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Lucas bites back, “he’s a prince.”

“Your reasoning sucks,” Lisa rolls her eyes, losing the playfulness she had in her only seconds ago. Her mood shifts were something no one really looked into, even though it was kind of concerning.

Without second thought, Lucas braces himself for Mika to continue his abnormally long speech about commitment so he could think of a solution after, but new words never came from his mouth. As soon as Lucas’ eyes fell back on him, he seemed deep in thought, and in the following second, his posture suddenly straightened along with his eyes lighting up. He might as well hold a light bulb over his head for added effect.

“Arthur and Basile work at Disney Land, right?” Mika tests, his voice lingering with excitement as he mentioned Lucas’ friends.

“Yeah?” Lucas questions cautiously, cursing his mind for not comprehending what was happening.

“You’ve got the hair for it,” Mika nods to no one in particular, running his eyes up and down Lucas’ body multiple times, “and it’s only a thirty minute train ride from here.”

Sometimes, Lucas knew exactly what was going to happen before it was initiated. In other times, he was completely lost. He sat with his legs crossed, squinting his eyes at Mika as if a script of answers would roll down his face at any given minute. Maybe if he stared hard enough, it would work.

Then suddenly, it clicked.

“No,” Lucas hurriedly states, as if his declaration wouldn’t be valid if he didn’t say it quick enough, “Absolutely not. I’ll find another way. I am not doing this.”

“How many ways are you going to go through, though?” Mika grins, a smug, knowing look plastered on his face as if he’d found the solution to all the worlds problems.

Lucas wasn’t having this. He jumps out of his previously comfortable seat, shaking his head, “I’m serious, Mika, I’m not going to dress up and waste my time for kid’s entertainment.”

“As previously stated, I love you,” Mika pulls his lips together with a single nod, his voice going high pitch as he solemnly places his hands on Lucas’ shoulders, “but this is what you’re doing because Lisa and I cant keep paying extra for the rent. It’s your turn to contribute.”

As much as Lucas wanted to argue, he knew this problem he had caused had no easy solution. None. He was permanently screwed this time.

“It isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be,” Yann, who offered to accompany Lucas, states, shrugging as he scarfed down a cheap ice cream bar, “You get a discount for most things here and it’s like living in a fairytale. What more could you want?”

“Yeah, you missed the part where I’m supposed to be a human doll,” Lucas groans, grimacing as two screaming kids cross his path.

It’s not that he hated Disney Land, it was quite frankly the opposite. He just really didn’t want to work there. With every step he took down the cartoon-like path, he noted every exit he could find so he could make a break for it once Yann wasn’t looking. Mika pointedly asked Yann to inspect Lucas to make sure he would bail, which Lucas thought was stupid. Does Mika really not trust him with this that much?

“You’re overreacting,” Yann dictates with a deep chuckle, noticing Lucas’ eyes desperately looking for a way out of this, “Mika is getting to the point where he’ll kick you out of you don’t pay.”

Lucas didn’t respond to that, stuffing his hands uncomfortably deep into his pocket. He knew Yann was only joking and Mika wouldn’t actually ask him to leave, but the thought still upset him. Where would he go if he didn’t have that apartment? His dad was the last person he wanted to see and he couldn’t exactly stay at the hospital with his mom. His friends might let him stay a few nights but he wouldn’t want to burden them with his constant presence.

Yann noticed his silence, “I’m joking, man,” he frantically assures, knowing how the subject affected him.

“I know,” Lucas shakes his head, pushing it off, “it’s alright, I know.”

Before Yann could speak up again, Basile jumps into Lucas’ peripheral, startling the younger boy.

“Lulu!” he beams, engulfing Lucas into his arms as he jumps at the same time, “I’m so excited— You’re finally joining us!”

“Against my own will,” Lucas struggles to let out with Basile surprisingly crushing his chest with his thin arms.

Basile jumps back, “Arthur and the others are just about to start a performance,” Basile grabs them both by the forearm, leaving no time for discussion, “you can see what you’ll be doing!”

Basile leads them to what seems like a sea of people and Lucas absolutely dreads it. The last thing he needs is to get all sweaty and uncomfortable between so many people just go watch some people dance around a stage in tacky costumes. He didn’t need to waste his time like this, he could just apply for the job and get on with it.

“You’d fit as Eric from The Little Mermaid,” Basile beams, some how simultaneously eyeing Lucas up and down all whilst leading them through numerous people, “no, no, Flynn from Tangled. You have his personality.”

Lucas didn’t bother thinking into it. He could dress up as a pet sidekick from any movie and he’d be cotent. If he got paid enough.

Sooner than later, they make it to the front of the crowd, a few kids sitting at their feet in front of them with wide, glowing eyes. Lucas thought they were a little too close than needed. Why would he need to see them at such a short distance? He knows Arthur and some of the girls, and he felt highly uncomfortable in the front centre.

He was about to comment on it before loud, booming trumpets fill the arena, cheers erupting from every direction. Lucas knew if he tried to speak to Basile or Yann, it would he as if an insect was whispering, so he gave it no thought and forced himself to at least try pay attention.

Lucas immediately recognises Daphne as she comes spinning out from behind a tall castle, her huge cerulean blue dress flowing with her as she bounces and twirls around. Lucas had to admit the backstage crew must’ve done a great job. Her hair was in an elegant braid at the top of her head, a small bun at the back with hefty hair flowing behind her. He immediately recognised her as Cinderella. Huh, it really suited her.

A few more of the girls enter the stage, equally astonishing in extra dresses. He ticked off Sleeping Beauty, Tiana, Elsa, Anna and a few more he couldn’t recognise. They flashed bright smiles and synchronised their dance moves, following the beat. After a few minutes of repetitive dancing, Lucas grew bored. His focus drifted elsewhere, turning to Basile who was tapping his foot to the beat with the same excited expression. He really didn’t understand the passion.

The music suddenly pauses, the princess’ on the stage holding their position with distressed expressions. It was a predictable plot. Lucas knew the Prince would pop out and ‘save their damsel in distress’ and they’d do some dances and it’d be over. Thankfully.

Lucas would much rather be walking around than sitting here and waiting for nothing exciting. A deep drumroll echoed, initiating their arrival with another trumpet sound.

The princes started spilling out with tight suits and tousled hair. He noticed Arthur, someone playing Alladin, Li Shang, Prince Eric, Prince Philip and—

Oh.

In that moment, Lucas was sure he was the one paying the most attention once Prince Charming was revealed.

The other characters seemed undoubtedly irrelevant all of a sudden, except for one. This one wore an unfairly tight yellow suit which hugged his body snugly around his waist, arms and legs. His hair was a whole mess, but, holy shit, that’s the hottest mess Lucas has ever seen. His face. What the fuck. His face. He had a literal shining smile, teeth and all and his eyes were shining in a complex green concept.

This boy made exaggerated leaps which really frustratingly flexed his muscles against the already tight suit. Him, and of course the others, went up to the still frozen princess’, breaking them out of their trance and lifting them by their waist in a spin. That boy held Daphne with a tight grip, his tousled hair bouncing with every step.

Lucas thought it couldn’t get more overwhelming.

Just when he thought that, the boys eyes scanned the crowd, and his eyes eventually fell on Lucas, looking him right in the eyes.

Lucas knew standing in the front was a huge fucking mistake.

The boy doesn’t break contact as he pauses with the others, the girls dancing around them in short leaps, but Lucas paid them no attention, only watching the boy who now had a hint of a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

Lucas had a sudden urge to feel those lips.

They stayed that way, stuck in their own world for what seemed like a second to a whole year. Lucas was convinced he was daydreaming. Just to be sure, he broke the tense contact just to turn around and make sure there wasn’t an attractive woman behind him who was probably the boys’ girlfriend. To no avail, there were only a group of adults and children in his view, and when he looked back, Prince Charming was still eyeing him with the same intense look, except he had a glowing smile on this time.

Lucas was sure his mouth was hanging open and he probably looked like an idiot in front of this guy, but couldn’t remember how to function at this point.

Suddenly, cheers and screams erupted. Lucas visibly jumped, losing contact just to make sure he wasn’t getting attacked, and when he looked back, the boy was gone.

What the fuck just happened?

“Lucas?” Yann whistles, waving his hand in front of Lucas’ face, “Hello? Dude, it wasn’t that extraordinary.”

Lucas thought the complete opposite, the green-blue eyes engraved in his memory.

“So,” Basile leads, still jumping in his seat, “how was it?”

“Uh,” Lucas mumbles, desperately trying to organise his scrambled thoughts, “yeah.”

Basile raises an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas nods along, gaining an ounce of consciousness, “it was okay.”

“Great!” Basile laughs, “So you’ll sign up?”

Lucas initially saw himself saying no. He could find another job which would pay him enough. He didn’t need to necessarily do this, he just had to prove Mika wrong and he could get along with his life. He literally dreaded this merely minutes ago.

But, then again, he really wanted to get to know Prince Charming.

Before he could make a coherent sentence denying his request, his heart was speaking before his brain.

“Yes,” Lucas firmly agrees, those eyes lingering, ”I will.”

Well fuck, now he’s permanently screwed.

#elu #elu fic #elu fanfiction #skam france #skam fr #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #maxence danet fauvel #axel auriant #eliott x lucas #manon demissy #daphne lecomte #yann cazas #arthur #basile #skam

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professordrarry · 7 years ago

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ProfessorDrarry Does Drabbles!

This month is my fic writing anniversary! I am so happy to be a part of this fandom, and the world of fic writing, and the ficfamily I’ve somehow managed to collect. I don’t deserve it and I’m so very grateful all the time. To celebrate….I WANNA WRITE SOME MORE :D

Any HP pair, any prompt, ANY DIALOGUE. Got a plunny? Hit me up!

This only works if you guys send me asks so I’d be endlessly grateful if that happened!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me! I know, right? I’d appreciate it if you reblogged this because I honestly just want to have fun writing, but that’s all.

On or off Anon is also fine. Be comfy. I’m super shy. I get it.

I ship all the ships, so send me any pair and I’ll do my best. If I really don’t think I can write it, I’ll message you and see if you have a second choice pair.

If you send me a prompt, it’d be awesome if you sent someone else some love. Tell someone you love their blog, follow someone new, send a warm fuzzy to an ask box. I obviously can’t confirm either way if you did, but I really feel like all 2017 needs is more positivity.

Did I say rules? They’re more what you’d call guidelines…

And last but not least, time to embarrass some people with shoutouts below the cut!

@homeawayfromhogwarts394 : The reason I have a fandom family in the first place. So happy that the admin (who shall remain nameless ;) ) reached out to me and dragged me into this group, where ship hate is banished, movie nights are ridiculous, and drunken group chats make life better. I’m so happy you let me be a part of the awesome.

@@jadepresley : The bestest Slytherpuff who ever lived. The fact that you reached out with ‘hey, I’ll beta that for you’ as though you weren’t JADE FREAKING PRESLEY, and then turned out to be hilarious and lovely…I don’t even have words. I am thankful for you every day; for your unquestioning support (even when I’m being weird/angry/anxious/gushy), your lovely comments and Drarry excitement, and for your ability to unstick my brain. The fact that you are a brilliant and kind beta is just a bonus. Love you 😘

@jepierrex : the day we accidentally bonded over Wolfstar was fate, and I am freaking grateful every day for our friendship. The fact that you continue to put up with me even when I am only capable of communicating in emojis makes me the luckiest human. I cant tell you how much I appreciate your love and support. I believe that one day, we will dance it out in person. You are so kind and wonderful, and I love you ❤️ Thanks for sticking with me, girl.

@crucioandcoffee who keeps my writing accountable, and puts up with my random rants about representation and my questionable mental health, not to mention my fights with my washing machine and Tim Burton fangirling. I can’t believe I found a fandom friend who comprehends so many of my weird issues. Thanks for being wonderful 💚

#drabble celebration #ficaversary #my writing #ask me anything #prompt me #too much gushing #so not sorry #love you guys

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alex-in-wonderlandd · 6 years ago

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Honestly i wish i could disappear. I feel so fucking useless and im a complete ass CLOWN for thinking that you fucking care about me still when you dont. At all. And it hurts. Its almost as of overnight you fucking just. Stopped. Why? I dont understand? Just a few days before you got angry with me for something as trivial as waking you up. We were completely fine, if not more than that. It really seemed like it was that “head-over-heels” type of love. And you want to know why i think that? Because you fucking told me it was that. I dont think you remember at all though. The little things you would say to me while you were half asleep in my room.

And you say you left because its whats best for both of us. Thats not true. You dont know whats best for me and my happiness at all. Its not a decision for you to make. You only care about yourself. And i guess that i didnt make you happy enough and i was a tie you had to cut. But im not allowed to be upset over that am I? It seems to you that im not supposed to allow myself to be sad and grieve. But it also seems like i would be marked as a whore andca bitch if im happy and trying to move on right? (Dont worry. Im not though.)

I wanted you to be happy i really did but. Now i think i want you to hurt. Because you shattered me. And you know you did. And now you’re picking up the pieces from the mess youve created of me and stronging them along a frayed red thread thats tied not to your little finger like in the old Japanese folktales. But to your ego.

Honestly fuck you for saying that you love me and that you dont want this break between us to be permanent. Fuck you for saying that you’re probably going to come back. Fuck you for saying that you care about me and that you’re still always going to be here for me. Because you know what. I was drowning that week and when i tried to approach you about it, i was suddenly inconsiderate and it was the last straw for you or whatever and you? Left? Me? During my time of need.

And god i cant even tell you how your selfish timing fucked me over. Not only did you make me drive all the way across town so you could break up with me in person and waste my time, but you really had to do it to me right before my big finals. Before my first shift with my new promotion at work that same night. And roght before summer. So i cant even distract myself with school or friends because everyone is busy with their summer classes, traveling, or work. The 3 friends i do have cant always be there. And i dont even get the opportunity to attempt to make more.

And whats even shittier is the fact that im stupid enough to believe that you’re going to check up on me like ive been checking up on you. I dont know why ive been so fucking nice to you when all youve done to and for me is break my heart, and then get mad at me after we broke up for asking for a little more clarity as to why. You get in my face and tell me that im not listening to you. I am fucking listening but it dosent make any sense?

Seriously how does that make any sense?

“Im breaking up with you because i love you”

What?

No you dont. You obviously dont.

And you shouldn’t have lied about it.

Because all that did was confuse me and hurt me more and here we are a little over two weeks later and i think the wound thats bleeding tonight is deeper and bloodier than the original cut you made when you cut me off.

But it dosent even matter because im not allowed to be hurt over our breakup am i? I bet you the second that i go out with another male friend thats not a safe boy like matthew or will or my two male friends at work or someone you see as a “threat” you’re gonna get all butthurt because im trying to “move on” or whatever right?

Why do you care? Its not like im going to throw my superego out the window and give into some carnal instinct that kicks in and fuck the first guy i see to get over you. Thats not who i am. Thats not what i want. But even if it were, you dont get tobe angry about it because you were the one who left me. You ask if im seeing anyone new the few times weve talked. You claim you’re just trying to “check on me and my life” but quite frankly asking me that one week after we break up at 11:00 at night because i “seem like im doing fine and having fun with my dudes” seems more like an attack.

But did i let it slide? Yeah.

Why did i let it slide?

Because im a fool for still being in love with you and fucking myself up over it.

and you know what else? I dont even know what to do with your things. I have a trillion photos of us. I have your clothes; a hoodie, 3 shirts, your belt, and strangely enough a pair of your boxers. I remember you brought an extra pair to disneyland the first time we went together and you let me wear them after my pants got soaked on splash mountain. I bet you don’t remember that though.

I have the chest you made me only a month ago on our one year. With the glass rose inside of it that you gave to me and insisted that you would love me until it broke. Well there dont seem to be any fractures so i guess that was just a lie too right? And i have the jar you made for me on my birthday with all the nice notes in it.

I packed them up the night before you left because i already knew in my gut what was about to happen, and when i presented them to you after the fact you cried. You told me to hold on to them just in case. And honestly i should have just threw them off an overpass. But i still have them. Because theyre too special to me to destroy because nobody has ever treated me as kindly as you have. (Until now i thought you were an angel. I really did.)

But i also cant stand to look at them without breaking down.

I really dont think youd be able to comprehend what youve done to me. Ive lost about 12 pounds in a 2 week period. Because i just feel absolutely sick to my stomach. And you know what? You made me throw up. In my 11 years of having nausea for what I thought was no reason up until senior year when i was diagnosed with anxiety and gastritis and emetophobia. Ive never actually thrown up unless i was sick with a stomach bug or on an airplane. But you... you made me throw up for the first time out of anxiety and heartbreak and panic. Despite all the drugs ive been doing to make myself feel better like the bottles of antacids and the cases of ginger beer and even prescription medication that was supposed to guarantee I wouldn’t vomit. I did anyway.

My stomach is flatter than it used to be. I remember you told me you would help me get my summer body and i was so excited at first. And you did help me get it. But my heart is broken and id rather have the food baby back and feel disgusted by my appearance and happy than looking fit and feeling...

How am i feeling?

Im a little bit depressed. Im a little relieved. Im nauseated, obviously. Im starving but i cant eat because two bites make me feel full even if im still hungry. Im angry. Im empowered though too because this has been hard for me and im still standing i guess.

But above all im feeling foolish because for some twisted, fucked up reason.

I still love you. And i miss you more and more each day.

Maybe im a masochist. I stayed with the actual spawn of satan for like 2 years. He hurt me. He disrespected me and my body for the longest time. He turned all my friends against me. I was so desperate to get out of that situation, but i didnt. I wanted to so bad. But i was so scared to leave. Maybe i do this to myself subconsciously because id rather be miserable in a relationship than alone.

But we weren’t miserable. We really weren’t.

You dont deserve my love anymore though. You practically cheated on me and i forgave you. You blew up and got angry at me for the smallest an most trivial matters like movie times and jokes in bad taste. I check on you still whenever you post something about wanting to disappear or feelig like crap. I check on you even when you dont post that stuff and ask you how your finals are going and if your family is doing ok.

And that makes me 🤡 of the day because I think that youll check on me too but you wont. Im drowning and you’re standing over me in a life raft just watching.

I just wish i could get closure.

But you know what? Actually i think i get it now.

I love you. But i need to get away from you.

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(W)rapped Around Her Finger (pt 2)

A/N: I had such a hard time writing this, and I rewrote this like multiple times but this was the best I could do and for that i’m sorry. I had such a hard time making J-hope look like a douche. He’s such a cutie! Hopefully you all like this little series. I had fun writing~

Thank you for requesting and I would love to write more for people! Send in your requests~ I just don’t write smut hehe.

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Part 1

pairing: j-hope x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

You felt like life was set for you. You were truly happy with where you were in life. Your career was great and you realized that while you were happy now, there was still a lot you wanted to do for yourself. Being in a group full of talented girls, you were never sure if you were as talented as them, but Hoseok kept reminding you that you were.

He made you feel complete and at ease in the business and you were beyond thankful for him being your best friend.

Hoseok meanwhile was terrified of how close you two were getting. Management didn’t want anyone from either groups dating, but that wasn’t what scared him the most. Even if were to go against the company and secretly date, he wasn’t sure you felt the same way he did. He knew that you considered him a good friend, but he felt like that’s all he could ever be for you.

One day, Bang PD called you into his office, but only you alone. You thought he was going to sack you, but to your surprise, he opened up a new door.

“I know that being in a girl group isn’t what you signed up for. It seems like all the other girls are off doing some sort of solo promotions, but you don’t really seem all that interested in acting or things like that. I want to know how you feel about releasing a single...by yourself...” he asked, trying to comprehend the expression on your face.

“Yes! Yes!! A million times yes!” you say excitedly, jumping up in your chair.

Bang PD laughs along with you. “Well then, I’m giving you the freedom to choose your own concept. I’m expecting big things, Y/N” he said.

You could barely contain your excitement. “Thank you PD-nim! Thank you so much” you said as you excused yourself from his office.

After your initial meeting with Bang PD, it was later determined that someone should feature in your title song. Since you had the freedom to do what you wanted with your music, you were allowed to pick. Most people thought you would pick someone from your group but to everyone’s surprise, you had asked Hoseok. And to surprise everyone further, he said yes in a heartbeat.

“Are you sure you want me to feature? Would I be ok?” he had asked you multiple times. Hoseok was going to be dancing alongside you for most of the song and even rap a few lines during the 2nd verse.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” you had told him back. And it was true. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

After the song was produced, you and Hoseok spent hours a day in the dance practice rooms. There was something about watching him dance that made your heart flutter, but you pushed those feelings aside. You scolded yourself for being distracted during such an important time.

There were quite a few moments in the song where Hoseok would hold you, and you felt your heart race. Why am I feeling like this??

You became very conscious of every move you made, every note you sang, and every verse you rapped when you were in his presence. It was so important to not mess up in front of him, but of course you made many mistakes while trying not to.

“It’s fine, don’t let the nerves get to you” he reassured. Was it the nerves.... or was it him?

“Hyung, you’re always spending time with Y/N!” Taehyung complained as he walked into the dorms one night.

“You know we’re busy Taehyung” he said, wiping the sweat off of his face.

“When is the song debuting anyways? We’re starting our Korea tour soon too” Jungkook chimed in.

“It’s next week and we promote on shows for just a few weeks. Her promotions and our tour dates don’t collide don’t worry” Hoseok reassured the group.

“Hyung, just ask her out already. It’s obvious you’re in love with her” Jimin said suddenly.

“W-What” Hoseok said, shocked.

“It’s so obvious!! What do you mean what? You just melt everytime you see her” Jimin said, teasingly.

It had angered Hoseok for some reason though. “That’s not true, I don’t just melt” Hoseok said in a mocking tone.

“Oh please, you become like this soggy noodle when you see her. It’s kinda gross. Just ask her out already, we want the old Hoseok back” said Jimin jokingly.

Hoseok had heard enough. He didn’t think that he changed so much after meeting you and he didn’t want his band members to think of him like that.

The next day at practice, you noticed that Hoseok was being a little distant from you. He wasn’t his usual happy self, and it kind of sucked seeing him like that. You had asked him if anything was bothering him, but he just brushed it off. You had been wanting to treat him to dinner for a while as a small thank you and you knew that you both had time tonight.

“Hey, want to grab some dinner today after practice? My treat! I just wanted to give a small thank you for all of this” you said shyly.

You saw his face light up for a second before it fell again. “Uh, I was actually just going to hang out with the guys today. Maybe another time” he said, as he began packing things into his bag.

“oh..yeah. No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow”

The last few of days of practice were boring as Hoseok seemed different, but you still plowed through the choreo and you were finally set to perform.

You were sad that Hoseok seemed different and you were beginning to wonder if you had anything to do with it? “Did I do something” you said aloud as he left the practice room again, once again rejecting your offer to dinner.

Instead, you called a few of the girls and asked if they wanted to eat. The entire was group was busy, so it was hard seeing them even if you all lived together. But to your surprise, a few of the girls were free tonight and ha agreed to have dinner.

As you all headed to a small restaurant close to your dorms, you saw a group of seven boys sitting by the window. You could hear their laughter from outside and one voice clearly stuck out to you. You opened the door and immediately see all seven boys sitting and enjoying their dinner.

Your friends say hi to them and drag you along with them. Hoseok’s smile drops upon seeing you and you feel your heart drop a little. You excuse yourself and the girls and get a table of your own. As you eat, you can’t help but notice how Hoseok is his same bubbly self in front of the boys, so obviously it means that he’s upset with you for some reason. But you don’t know why and it killed you. And you were too scared to ask too. Somehow you finished before the boys and headed back to the dorms in a slump.

The day was finally here. You had released your mini album and it was taking over music charts left and right, much to your surprise. People praised you for your talent and while you were so happy, you felt slightly overwhelmed at performing live.

As it was your turn, you felt like you were going to pass out from the nerves. Although you performed on stage multiple times, you were scared about standing alone. But then you remembered that you had Hoseok with you, and even though things weren’t so great between you two anymore, he was still there for you to rely on.

The performance went by in a blur, but apparently, you had done well. The fans cheered for you loudly, and you almost teared up from their reaction. As you walked off stage, you felt so happy that you couldn’t contain your actions. You jumped around and without thinking, you gave Hoseok a big hug, thanking him for everything.

You could feel him tense at your gesture, and you immediately let go. “Great Job, Y/N” he said as he gave you a small smile. You weren’t sure because of the lighting, but you thought you saw him blush.

After the show was over, you went back to your dressing room where you were met with the bangtan guys. They congratulated you and Hoseok for a wonderful performance and some of the guys even handed you a bouquet.

After a few minutes, a staff member entered your dressing room to call you out for an interview. “Y/N-yah! Hurry up, we’ll treat you to dinner” said Jin as you stood up from your chair.

“Wah, really? I’m looking forward to it, oppa! I’ll be back soon!” You said, excitedly skipping to the door.

The interview was rather short thankfully and you thanked the interviewer before heading back to the dressing room. You were excited for dinner, and felt like maybe things were going to be okay with Hoseok again, or at least you could talk about it.

As you approached your door, you saw that it was slightly open. You placed your hand on the knob, about to open it when you heard your name being mentioned inside.

“Hyung, you and Y/N performed well today!” you heard Jungkook say and you felt a smile creep up on your face. You knew it was bad to eavesdrop, but you wanted to fuel your ego just a bit more today. You thought you deserved it.

“Hhm” was all Hoseok said.

“Why, did you not think so?” asked Namjoon

“I guess it was alright” Hoseok continued.

“Just alright? Weren’t you excited to do this?” Jin asks

“Me? Not really. I didn’t want to do it in the first place. Bang PD had asked me multiple times and thats why I had said yes. I just needed something to fill in time before the tour started I guess.” Hoseok says, nonchalantly.

You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes. He didn’t really mean that, did he?

“Wait what, you’re kidding right?” Yoongi asked.

“No, I’m really not. I figured it would be a good way to pass time, but it’s just been pretty boring as of recently. I thought she had some potential as a hoobae, but I guess I was wrong. She’s nothings special.” Hoseok said.

“Hyung...you don’t mean that, do you?” Jimin asked, all playfulness gone from his voice.

“Yes, I do mean that. Why do you think I’m joking? Look, I’m just glad we only promote for a little bit more. It’s kind of embarrassing to be on stage with such a rookie. I can’t wait to end this and just go on tour” Hoseok finished.

The room fell silent and your hand was shaking on the knob. You couldn’t hold the tears back, and you ran as fast as you could to the nearest exit. Thankfully, you had your phone and you immediately called your manager, who picked you up shortly. As your manager oppa pulled into the lot, he could see you hunched up near the door. Worried, he quickly runs out the car and pulls you towards the car. “Yah! You can’t just sit there like that. What happened?” he asks, as he closes the door to the car once you were safely inside. “I saw the performance, you did very well! Why are you crying?” he kept asking.

But you couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t put into words how hurt you were. You just continued to sob.

“Aish. Do you have all your stuff at least?” he asked. And that’s when you realized that you had a small bag of your things left in the dressing room. You told your manager that and he left to go get it for you. You were alone in the darkness and you felt each warm tear stream down your cheeks. How would you face Hoseok anymore? He never considered you as talented, or a friend. You just wanted to hide in a corner and never see his face again.

Hoseok was glad he finally got the boys off of his back for teasing him about you. It was hard turning all of your requests for dinner down when he wanted nothing more than to spend more alone time with you. He felt awful saying the words he just said the boys, but at least they wouldn’t tease him anymore.

He heard the door open and was expecting to see you back from your interview as it was getting a little longer than expected. But to everyone’s surprise, it was your manager.

“Uh hey boys. I didn’t think you all would be here” he said, shocked to see everyone there.

“Oh, hi Hyung! We’re waiting for Y/n, we wanted to take her to dinner! Are you joining.” Jin said.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen. She’s...uh...not feeling very well so I’m just going to take her to the dorm. Have you seen her bag?” your manager said, looking around the room for your things.

Jungkook handed him the bag slowly. “She’s not feeling well? She seemed fine just a little while ago..” he said returning back to his seat.

Hoseok was immediately worried. You were fine just a few minutes ago, like Jungkook had pointed out. What was wrong? Were you going to be able to promote tomorrow?

“I guess we can have dinner another time then...” Jin says.

You had cried the entire night and your stylist scolded you for the puffy eyes the next morning. You were scared to confront Hoseok. The other girls had found you crying in your dorm last night and had asked you what was wrong. You had explained to them the situation, and while they were pissed, they realized they couldn’t do anything either. They just suggested you keep communication with Hoseok at the bare minimum and just get through promotions. You were thankful for the girls and their advice, but you were still sad nonetheless.

Your schedule was full thankfully, and you were able to get your mind off of yesterday’s events for a while. But pretty soon, it was time for you to get on stage again and you had to confront Hoseok one way or another.

Hoseok (and the rest of guys) had texted you last night trying to make sure that you were okay, but you only replied to Jin telling them not to worry. It bothered Hoseok when you didn’t reply to him of all people considering you were closest to him. You just kept him on read.

When Hoseok walked into your dressing room, any reason he had for avoiding you at first went out the window. He was back to his usual self, full of worry for you.

“Hey, are you okay? Why did you just leave yesterday? Are you really sick? Should you even be here today if you’re sick? You can rest! Do you have a temperature?” he asked, raising his hands up to your forehead to check your temperature. But you flinched away before his hands could make any contact.

“I’m fine.” you say a little more harshly than you were intending.

Hoseok just stared at you, trying to figure out why you were being so cold to him. It hurt seeing that you didn’t greet him with your usual smile, even when he was being nothing short of an ass to you. He knew he didn’t deserve your kindness forever, but it still frustrated him that you didn’t even bother looking at him since he walked into the room.

“Ok fine, if you say so” he said angrily, exiting the room. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, so you tried your hardest not let the tears forming in your eyes to fall and spoil your makeup.

Your promotions were finally ending. The last two weeks were torture for you, trying so hard not to cry everytime you say Hoseok. You would cry every night and no matter how much your bandmates tried to help, you couldn’t help yourself.

Hoseok wasn’t having it any better. He missed seeing you smile. The only reason you made eye contact with him was because you both were on stage and it killed him inside. He just wanted to know what was wrong.

“Hey, I guess we’re officially done with promotions huh? Can’t I take you up on that offer for dinner?” Hoseok asked as you finished your last stage together. He just wanted to talk to you and figure things out.

“Uh no. I think I’m having dinner with the girls” you say, still not looking at him. Why did he want dinner? It’s not like he wants to be around you anyways.

“Oh...Ok. Uh well, I guess I’ll see you around then? Oh yeah, here! I got tickets for our tour for you and the girls. We can’t wait to see you there!” He says as he hands you the tickets.

“Thank you” you say curtly before walking away. If he had asked you two months ago to come to his concert, you would have jumped in joy. But now you knew that his words were just empty. He couldn’t care less if you showed up or not.

Hoseok kept texting you days leading up to his concert, but you never replied. He knew that something was wrong, and he wanted nothing more than just drop everything he was doing and try to figure out why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, he had other responsibilities.

After the first night of the concert, they boys were in the dressing room changing out of their clothes and wiping off their sweat. The girls of your group all entered, congratulating the boys.

“Oh...did Y/N not come?” Jin asked, noticing that you weren’t there. Hoseok noticed too and he was incredibly upset when he realized you didn’t make it to the concert. He thought he had put on his best performance on stage, knowing that you would be watching. But it was like his efforts were in waste.

“Huh? Oh yeah.. she didn’t come” said one of the girls.

“Aish, I’m worried about that girl. We haven’t spoken properly in ages!” Jin continued. After Hoseok, you were closest to Jin, but as of lately, Jin was the only one from the group that you bothered talking to.

“pft, why would want to come” another girl said under her breath, but sadly it was a little too loud.

“What was that?” Namjoon asked, a little annoyed.

The others girls scolded her for saying that. “What! It’s true” she said again.

“Why would she not want to come?” Jungkook asked curiously.

The girls all looked at eachother, not wanting to be the one to tell the guys.

“Why wouldn’t she want to come?” Suga asked, slightly angry now. He didn’t care too much why you weren’t there, but he hated the awkward situation in the room.

One of the girls finally caved. “She heard what you said” she said, looking directly at Hoseok. All eyes were turned to Hoseok now.

“She heard me say what...?” Hoseok asked.

The girls seemed annoyed now. “She heard what you said after her first performance in her dressing room. She heard you say that you embarrassed to stand on stage with such a rookie and that she was nothing special” the girl almost yelled.

It was like the blood had drained from his face. He felt his heart pound and he knew he had messed up big time.

“She...She heard that?” Hoseok asked.

“Ah Hyung! You shouldn’t have said those things. You really didn’t mean it right?” Jimin said.

“OF COURSE I DIDNT MEAN THOSE THINGS! I was sick and tired of you all teasing me for liking her and I wanted to get you guys off my back. I didn’t mean those things aish” Hoseok said, yelling back at Jimin.

“Hyung, you could have just told us to stop teasing. We were all looking forward to you both dating, but we just thought teasing you about it would make you ask her out earlier” Taehyung chimed in after a few seconds.

“WAIT YOU LIKE HER” the girls asked in unison.

Hoseok looked at the girls, not really caring that his feelings had been revealed. He just needed to make things right with you and beg for forgiveness.

“She..she’s likes you too. Erm...liked, I should say” said one of the girls.

“Wait what” Hoseok said in shock.

“yeah, she’s liked you for a long time now. I can’t say that she feels the same now though” she said.

And just like that, Hoseok ran out of the room. He had to see you.

You heard the doorbell ring and assumed the girls had come back. Why didn’t the girls just enter? You went up to the small screen to see who was at the screen and much to your surprise, you saw Hoseok standing there in the screen, panting.

“Y/n, I know you’re inside. Please open the door!” He said, looking directly at the camera. You didn’t want to open the door, but for whatever reason, you opened it.

He came in through the door in a hurry and now the two of you were face to face.

“Hoseok, you can’t be in here” you said first.

“I- I don’t care. I needed to see you” he said.

“why?” you asked, folding your arms as if to protect yourself.

Suddenly, Hoseok pulls you into one of his bear hugs. You struggled to set yourself free, but it was no use.

“L-let go!” you said, still struggling.

“No, Y/n, I have to tell you something. I am SO sorry. What you heard in your dressing room all those weeks ago, I didn’t mean those at all” he began. You stopped struggling.

“I was- I was just so tired of the boys teasing me for liking you that I just wanted to get them off of my back. Thats all. I promise you I didn’t mean those things at all. You...You’re amazing. I fell for your charms the first day I met you” he continued, not able to stop spilling his feelings. He could feel the warm tears on his shoulder.

“You..You didn’t mean that? Really?” you choked out.

“No of course not. I’m so sorry that I said that. I should have just been honest with you and my feelings before. I’m so sorry Y/n, so sorry” he said back. You now could also feel his tears on your shoulder.

You pulled away from the hug to see his face and you knew in an instant that he was telling the truth.

“Yah. I thought you hated me. Do you know what I went through these last few weeks” you said as you lightly punched at his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I like you so much though. I really do.” He said.

“I..I like you too!” you said through the tears.

“Be mine then” he said, all seriously. You didn’t have time to respond though, as he pulled you into a warm kiss.

After a year of secretly dating, your first dating scandal had broken out. Bang PD was surprised, but he still allowed it in the end. The media went crazy again. But fortunately, most people supported your relationship. You were named the “Rap Couple”.

Now, you felt like you had everything in life. You had amazing friends, family, and a career. And above everything else, you had a wonderful boyfriend who adored you and supported you. You were the happiest girl in the world.

So, I finished this kind of in a rush because I knew I wouldn’t want to write a part 3 later. I really hope you guys liked it! Please send in your requests!

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