#maybe youll find me again someday

[cryptidghostgirl]

heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))

But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES

right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up

And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.

but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)

Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3

Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically

But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-

Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.

After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret

BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))

yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)

UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)

[makahimetenshi]

Perfect connection Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fallout 4 Fanfic

THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate. This one would be between chapter 11-12 of the original fic

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Having a homemade breakfast was a dream for Arthur Maxson, never dream with the possibility oh having his own eggs and bacon by his prewar American wife.

Well it wasn’t bacon exactly, more like dog meat cut very very thinn, and it wasn’t his wife, but that could be changed someday…

Nora wont eat breakfast, but would cook so he can rate the food she mades, trying to cook with wasteland things wasn’t easy, the smell was horrible  in the pan and even the thought of trying to eat something make her stomach ich, gross, but he eat that food and she whished for him to have a warm meal prepared after working all day, so she made the sacrifice to cook…without even tasting a bit.

Arthur would feel bad about it, most of the time they don’t share meals but stay together talking like they would, she had his back. It wasn’t difficult to follow a recipe so there was no way to fuck up a meal without even taste it, her dishes taste quite good in his opinion of just being a simple taster, if he say it was good, she gained confidence and do more.

-You have that call today? –ask Nora leaving a smooch on his cheek  placing the plate in front of him.

God this feels good.

-Yeah, not easy people to deal with –said the elder picking his fork to start eating his mierluk eggs

-Youll do great –she said hugging him by the neck, leaving smooches on his cheek and ears as he eat, goshhefeltsohappyandplenty.

They stay like that for a few seconds until Nora leave to start washing the pan in the sink, the man keep eating until he was full and satisfied, never over eating, don’t allow himself to that, food left behind was always saved for emergencys or leftovers for dinner.

-Delicious as always –scrambled mierluk eggs, nothing special, but love was the secret ingredient and if he encourage her to cook maybe eventually she would eat. The man step up leaving the plate with left overs on the table and leave a kiss on her neck- see you later

-Have a great honey –ohgoshhewishedtobelovedbacksomuch.

This was his place to comeback, at her side. This was the happiest he has ever been.

Maybe 15 minutes laters he come back to his quarters, searching for something he forgot, hopping to find Nora around but instead he was received with an awful acid smell on the air and some crying from the bathroom, worried he moved there just to find Nora looking at him back surprised and scared. Sitting on the floor close to the toilet, eyes red, cheeks wet from tears and mouth dirty.

Is this what he was wishing for so long…?

-Nora? –he asked and she came out her trance, cleaning her eyes with her arms trying to quickly recompose, but Arthur come down to sit at her side picking her arms- easy easy –he tried to reassure her, she looked very agitated and from the smell and liquids in her mouth is clear that she has been puking- what happened?

-N-Nothing! –she said nervous, voice broken, trying to not look at pathetic and awful- what are you doing here? –goddamnwhyishehere

-I forgot something and came back to pick it, what is wrong? You can tell me –he was worried shit, she was trembling and nervous, surely mostly about being discovered but…-Nora you can tell me-again, for a moment she stay in silence, not wanting to answer but…

She hesitated, lips trembling, then look at him.

-I tried to eat –she simply said, and then realized how stupid it sounded, then look away.

Oh. Arthur thought.

-And it make you sick from the stomach? –he asked trying to not sound judgmental, if he said that her food was good when he ate it and she was the problem it would be bad, she wanted to talk and it would close her. They had very few opportunities of opening and talk and this was one about a subject that really concerns Arthur.

-I tried, to eat –she clarified- I didn’t even swallow down- the man look confused and she covered her face with her arms, the elder started to caress her back.

-Its okay –he said trying to push away the shame.

-Its not, I saw your leftovers and think that if you eat it maybe it wasn’t so bad, maybe a bit after so much work cooking and washing the pan would be worth it, just a bit, I chewed on the eggs…and chew…and chew more…then I have to run to the toilet and puke, a lot, then I come back to the table and I see the meat I cut to make the bacon and I remember the dog I had with Nate that run away and…

Clearly she had an eating disorder.

-Don’t worry –he said sitting at her side and hugging her, she was trembling but he could tell this was something she needed out of her chest.

-I hate this –he heard-I remember the time I ended up eating human meat thinking it was crispy bacon…-Arthur look at her sad, leaving a smooch on her ear- I miss my life

-Nora you are not sick or anything don’t worry –he tried to reassure her caressing her shoulders- its just psychological, you didn’t swallow or digest it, there’s no way you are intoxicated –obviously her crying wasn’t about that, but he couldn’t do anything about her nostalgia.

-I miss my home, I miss the food, I miss the cars –he wanted to correct her with the fact that there was functioning cars in the wastelands but he didn’t- I miss the couch on second hand I bought with Nate because we wanted that specific design…

-Did it taste bad? –she raised her head to look at him-the eggs

-I don’t know, I don’t remember, I chewed, tried and then felt the urge to puke –yeah, psychological.

Not an allergy, chewing doesn’t instantly cause vomit for allergies.

-Its okay –it wasn’t really, healing a psychological disorder wasn’t easy and this was affecting her a lot- we will find the way-for her health and life to improve

-I must sound so stupid-not stupid, concerning.

-You think you can drink water now? Or your stomach is too woozy?

Nora took a moment to answer, looking at the nothing.

-I can try.

Good because staying right next to the vomited toilet wasn’t doing any favor for any of them.

-What about tooth paste? You think you can wash your teeth’s? –she denied with the head instantly- okay, no problem, lets go to the bed yeah? –nodded, Arthur stand up and take her hands up, Nora raised feeling a light headache but still walk besides him.

The man sat her in bed and open a can of water, of course Nora knew she had to drink slowly, he picked up a wet towel and clear around  her lips and cheeks while she drink down.

-Why are you here? –what a nasty way to say it, Arthur sighted and look at her dress, it wasn’t vomited, good.

-I came to pick something for the call and…-fuck his eyes open at the realization that he miss completely the call, how long they been here? Maybe twenty minutes? Damn its late now to run and have that call excursing himself and…looking at the woman in front of him, she needed him- its okay

Nora visibly panicked- no its not! Don’t worry about me and go! –it wasn’t a good idea to leave now, he sat at her side and took her hand with his eyes closed, she worries about him and his paper in the brotherhood and…gosh he loved that, she cared, actually cared- Arthur go I idnt want to…

-You did nothing wrong –one of his thumbs caressed her hand- I forgot my notes and now its late, ill deal with the consequences later

Shit that wasn’t a good choice of words, she panicked more

-Consequences? Ohnononon go I don’t want you to have problems and…

Arthur kissed her in the lips, crashing their mouths together but nothing more, if he touches or hold her she surely would get more nervous and that wasn’t necessary. When they separated after a while he watch into her eyes.

-Well find the way, for everything, yeah? –she nodded and hug him, melting instantly on his chest, smelling on his scent.

-Sorry to keep you here –when his arms wrapped around her back she felt so in peace, nerviosism not exactly fading away but relaxing her body and limbs

-You are not keeping me here, I want to stay at your side –at hearing that her nails clawed on his coat surprising the man.

-Then please not leave

-I wont- despite saying that Arthur smiled bittery, what was she talking about? She is always the one leaving

[iusedtobeapieceofconsciousness]

i think about Baltic a little too much to pretend i have no heart

A Tumblr account and a year of nothing but forced therapy later and im still alive somehow. A lot has happened, maybe people caught you up. Anyways, i was going to write about how im oh so fucked up or how im doing so much better or some shit, but im not, because its not really true. i miss some things. the junction feels like a ghost town, a foreign town without you being there to guide me around. and when i think of north york i get sick thinking of just what everything up there meant. I’m sorry about NYU, i know i was holding you back from New York, and i thought at least now you can go. i know im not supposed to know about that but i hope your other options work. i hope your parents are better and the next job you get is better than your last and that your world is healing, you deserve rest and a place to be safe. i hope youre not smoking too much and that youre sticking to just weed. Fuck you for that by the way, your sobriety meant a lot to me because it meant a lot to you, you couldve told me when you broke it instead of telling me when you wanted to use it to shock me. Maybe youll be relieved to know that im still smoking a lot, still fucking dumb, and still always late, you didnt miss out on much. i have some new friends and some have stayed, i have a girlfriend and she treats me really well, so you dont have to worry about me being dead yet. I hope youre ok, and i do genuinely care for you, i hope whoever you meet treats you well and loves you in all the right ways. Summer and the months after were filled with depression-fueled introspection and a lot of acid, so my thinking process is a little different but im not in psychosis yet. I hope your scars fade and your mind heals and your trauma is easier to manage and the doors of your life open and light pours into your windows whenever its needed and the tea you drink is always the right temperature and the work you put in fruitions into something beautiful and those little fish pastries stay available at the market and i hope you find someone who can make a deadline on time for God’s sake. I hope you and your mother can become friends, or i hope she fucking dies depending on your opinion on her at the moment. Maybe i cant talk about your mom anymore, i know she hates me, im sorry. im finally getting my adhd analysis, and im going in like 8 hours to get it done. my situation with my parents has become a very long story, but things with my dad got a lot worse before theyre now getting better.

You don’t have to be worried about me, i know ill fuck this situation up with my friends and girl and support system and ill kill myself in a few years and youll never have to hear about me again.

god i love your area, your world. i hope the traffic at dundas and keele never gets any better and the thrift thus always has new finds and that the woman there always recognizes you when you walk in, i hope theres always seemingly a million buses going to the station and only 2 going away when you need it, i hope kids keep climbing the fence to get to the train tracks at the park on vine because they get to live a little and i hope the vesuvios gets bought and reopened and that the outside of your house has gotten much safer when its late, I hope you love your cd player still and you take good care of that special version of Blonde. I miss that area, but i know its yours, and i respect that. Im sorry for walking into your world and then fucking it up. There are a lot of things that are wrong with me, and a lot of things about myself that i think i have made better. In a perfect world id be able to help you in life without you ever talking to me again, because i feel bad for all the fuck ups, but i know thats literally impossible. And im genuinely proud of you for staying alive, if im even allowed to tell you that. I hope someday your name is under a movie i just watched, or i hope i never hear of it again, whatever makes you happy. I lie, id like to be reminded and know of your existence as time passes. I hope you find peace, therapy, and closure, and a good set of friends. I know theyre out there, and i know youll find them. I hope you continue and succeed in your plans of getting the hell out of the city, that plan works for you solo or together, i know it means more to you than it did to me. and im sorry i couldn't be everything, and im more sorry for becoming worse than just not enough. every emotion i felt for you i felt it very intensely, wanting to fall on the floor and crumble into a ball of overwhelming emotion and angst and yearning to understand what anything i was feeling actually meant, and i think thats a reflection of who you are. youre a wildfire, caged in the confines of your mind. If anyone could bend the universe to their will, its you. Youre so very strong Leticija. I hope the universe brings good things and good people into your life and that you find peace in whatever you do. You’re so much better than all the shit you’re going through. I was going to end this with some niche connection to fireball and night fiend so it could sound nice and make me cry, but im really fucking bad at it and cant think of one, so you have this. I truly hope youre ok, you were always right when you said life sucks and I hope Cat and Big Cat are doing well too. I still count trees while saying tree out loud like our competition, and i still think what you’d think of the books i read. You continued living, and im very glad you did. You’re an enigma, please never stop being you. 

[urlmysunshine]

i hope u can learn to find joy in spongebob again, u deserve it <3 that person probably thinks of u too, maybe someday youll make a new friend and find a new attachment to the show. idk this probably isnt very helpful just wanted u to feel heard friend

this is really unexpected and sweet 🥺🥹 I always ramble in tags to myself n I was feelin particularly lonely last night when I queued that but tysm anyway it means a lot 🥺 don’t mind me though I’m okay I just like to use tumblr as a diary even tho it’s public D: the anonymity of it brings me comfort 🧡

[maganon]

Abandoning this account

Hi those who still follow me,

As the title says I’m going to abandon this account or at least stop updating it. I have an extreme lack of privacy these days and I feel like tumblr is kind of where I lack it due to multiple reasons. I might start drawing on twitter or insta but I probably won’t let anyone know that it’s me.

You can still talk to me on here in case there are any loose ends I need to tie up. I’ll still get notifications since it’s attached to my personal blog.

We had a good thing going on for a bit but it’s just not working for me this way anymore (and we can all agree French for magby just doesn’t work in this political climate)

Thanks for the good year and some change. I really had a lot of support from the communities I was involved in and sorry if this let you down in any way.

V

[liyuee-qixing]

Dottore with a very sick s/o

Maybe a vent post...???😭😭😭

Im finally being productive again wow, still can't keep my promise on how often I would update though

Cw, disease of course.

Genres:Angst to comfort???

Dottore is my fav character to write dhsgeusgajahsj

Il Dottore

He's a doctor. He know what tod o in these situations where your body temperature just drop and you become pale, honestly,if You're any other person he couldn't careless if he find the cure or not,but if he can't find the cure for your disease and it'll end up fatal, He'll curse himself. He'll blame himself for everything,he make sure you're on good health every single day.

he has a room in his headquarters that is made for you only since he never really back to home and it's really worry him. It's a simple room with bed,thick blanket,box of medicine and lot decorations you like. Despite being a crazy man scientist,that one room he dedicate to you look Like a sweet nursery room

When it's not so cold outside,he like to give his jacket to you and take you to a scroll around the zapolyrn place garden,picking up flowers,picnic date,after all,being stuck in one room for long period of time is boring everyone need something fun to do.

He tried to cover the dark fatui side and the dark part of his experiment too,he worries that if you saw it,your condition will just be getting worse and he'll be the cause of it. He worry that someday you will drift away,and that all is because of his careless attitude.

His love language is act of service, he'll do anything for you, he'll cook you the softest pancake he learned himself,he prepared a warm bath and shower you,he try his best to make a cure to end all of your struggles in this cruel world.

"good morning Love"your tired eyes met with Dottore's,The man you loved the most. What you didn't expect was for you both to be on his mansion,you Don't remember anything about walking here.

"good morning too,love. Since when did we get here?" You cooed sweetly,your body however feel so sore. It's felt like you're going to faint.

"you were half asleep when we're on our Way,tell me how do you felt"he answer, placing his hand on your forehead, checking any symptoms of fever,you gave him a sweet smile at first but then it turned to frown when the feeling of soreness and blur start to hover your mind

"I feel.. I feel. Like I want to pass out,my body is sore"you answer bitterly,now he's worried. He then start to notice visible sweats on the side of your forehead. You were clearly exhausted.

"would you like to sit in front of the fireplace?"he hand you his hand, leading you to Infront of the fireplace,step by step on the stairs you both made it,placing you down on the silk couch covering you with thick blanket and your favorite plushie.

On the table, served his signature breakfast,a pancake he learned by himself and a mug of hot chocolate along with your medicine. He spoon you slowly and slowly. Waiting for your next condition report.

"Dottore. Do you think I'll be fine?"a word that truly shocken him,why would you ask such a question? Do your condition get so bad these day? How are he not aware of this? What could be the issues and cause?

"you'll be fine,here with me"he whispered as he placed kiss to your forehead. His words were so affirmating and calming but deep down he feel lot different than just 'youll be fine'

He can't lose you,not when someone actually care about him,not when his cold heart has been melted by you. And also not when you're the only person he can reach to when he struggles,what are him without you?

[mooifyourecows]

Moo, I dont mean to drop a triple whammy on you but I’m at such a loss I don’t know how to function right now

My sweet baby dog escaped my mom’s house two days ago and has been lost since. I’m literally across the world unable to do a damn thing and it tearing me apart. Not only that but they waited a whole day to tell me since I’m currently pregnant (yay!) and knew my heart would break. Sadly, they’re absolutely right and it’s been real hard to not sob all day especially since the time difference doesn’t let me do anything at all except all the posts I’ve already made..

I don’t want to harm the baby but my heart hurts so much at the thought of my other poor baby not making it back home. I know you may not have any clear solutions but I think I just really need some comforting words right now. Thx you so much in advance

considering one of my cats just died yesterday, i dont think i have any comforting words to give. im sorry

losing a pet is torture. and for a while it feels like youll never be happy again. but someday you will. eventually the pain and suffering and sick to your stomach feeling will sit behind new feelings of love and happiness. itll still be there but it will hurt less. sometimes all you can really do is wait for that time to come, allowing yourself to mourn and feel the loss until it does.

i hope they find your dog safe and sound. if not, then maybe you can take comfort in knowing that at least youre not alone

[yoon-kooks]

Witch Hazel- Pt.6

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i’ve had mixed feelings about the tumblr fic community as of late :/ but heres something to read🥺

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Holding the boy’s pinky in your own, you stare once more at his drawing of you with your guitar and flower crown—a superhero to those whom you shared your music with.

No. Your music hasn’t saved anyone. You’ve never been a hero to anyone. If anything, you’re the one who needs to be saved. You’d always thought you could grow strong enough to save yourself if you just closed yourself off from the world and did everything on your own. But in the end, that only seemed to hurt you more.

You should’ve known. It’s okay to ask for help, to reach out, to let him in.

“A few years ago, I had a thought. It wasn’t a very smart thought, but I decided I wanted to share part of myself with the world. I thought about the different ways I could go about that, but the way that made the most sense for me was music,” you say, finally letting go of Jungkook’s pinky and making yourself awfully comfortable on a bed that doesn’t belong to you. “So I auditioned for Polar Entertainment. Not to be an idol, but to be a songwriter.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, but he nods as if it’s not a shock to him, as if he saw it as “a Y/N thing to do.” At the same time, his gentle eyes wait for you to continue, curious to know what’ll happen next.

“Do you remember the song you heard me singing the other day in the music room?”

Jungkook cracks a smirk and starts singing your song word for word in a surprisingly in-tune whisper. Oh, he remembers it alright, and he’ll apparently never let you live it down. He doesn’t stop until you throw one of the balled-up blankets at his face.

“That was the first time I picked up my guitar and sang that song since being rejected at the audition.”

“I can imagine how scarring that would be. Rejection,” he shudders at the word, though you’re sure he knows little about the feeling with art skills as professional as his. “They really didn’t like you though?”

“They liked certain parts of me.” Your vocals, your beauty, your body. “But not the ones that mattered.” Your music, your creativity, your personality. You.

“That’s their loss,” Jungkook says in the midst of a yawn, practically inaudible. But you heard him.

“Maybe they had a point,” you say, looking up at the ceiling. “Because when I look back to that time, it was quite foolish of me to believe my music would reach anyone when it came from a place of desperation, not my heart. The song was a plea for help, not one that would save others.”

“What made you suddenly sing it again after all this time?”

You grab hold of the boy’s hand and form yet another pinky promise. “Promise you won’t laugh at me for my reason.”

“I can’t promise you that,” he says with the straightest face. He’s ready to burst out laughing again and you know it.

“Then I won’t tell you.” With a hmph, you bury yourself under the fluffiest blanket. You wonder how he would’ve reacted if you told him it was that dang jk.seagull and his fanfic that gave you the courage to sing again, to go back to your roots, to follow your love of creating music. It’d obviously sound ridiculous to admit it out loud, but the joy you feel from reading Witch Hazel is what reminds you of the very thing you want to provide others with—happiness.

And that’s perhaps all the encouragement you needed to start sharing your music again.

“I won’t tell you what it was exactly that made me do it, but I’ll tell you why,” you peek your head back out of the blankets to see the boy still waiting patiently for an answer. “I wanted to move on… from the failure I faced that day. That way, I can finally become that superhero you speak of.”

You place the drawing of your superhero self onto the nightstand so that it doesn’t get crinkled up on the bed. No, she’s not a superhero yet. But she will be someday.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“You better not tell anyone,” you remind him. “This isn’t something I share with other people. Ever.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he assures you, with not only his words but also his warmth.

“Good.” You smile whilst closing your eyes. You meant to tell him that he could confide in you too, but the warmth pulls you into a deep slumber before you could do so.

-

It’s been a minute since you’ve awoken in someone else’s bed, though this is the first time you aren’t all wrapped up in their embrace. Rather, half the boy’s body is hanging off the side of the bed for dear life while you’re right smack in the middle, all bundled up in one of the blankets.

If you wanted to, you could push him over the edge with the tiniest tap of your foot—that’s how close he is to falling. But as tempting as it would be to get even with the boy who teases you to no end, you opt to quietly check your phone without disturbing him.

To your surprise, you have two new notifications: a text from Seokjin earlier this morning and a late-night update from jk.seagull posted sometime after you had passed out. You’ve always been the type to take care of work obligations before indulging in guilty pleasures, so you open Seokjin’s text first.

6:04AM jinnie “so jimin’s manager reached out to me”

6:05AM jinnie “and you want to collab with jimin?”

7:12AM Y/N “oh yeah i asked him to have his manager contact you”

7:13AM Y/N “but i guess i forgot to tell you LOL”

It’s not that you forgot. You were just hesitant to tell your manager about it yourself. Because if possible, you’d like to minimize your own company’s involvement in this top-secret scheme of yours.

7:15AM jinnie “are you up to something?”

7:15AM Y/N “mayhaps”

7:16AM Y/N “but dont tell boss lady pls”

7:17AM jinnie “shes going to find out one way or another”

7:19AM Y/N “thats true 🤔 ”

7:20AM Y/N “well tbh knowing her, she’d probably approve of the collab anyway since it should clear up those dating rumors while (hopefully) appealing to jimin’s fanbase”

7:21AM Y/N “just dont tell her the logistics of the collab”

7:21AM jinnie “what are you scheming lmao”

7:22AM Y/N “youll see”

7:22AM jinnie “ 😒 dont get me or yourself in trouble Y/N”

7:23AM Y/N “i wont! i promise! 🥺 ”

7:24AM jinnie “okay fine”

7:25AM jinnie “ill arrange a meeting with jimin and his manager to discuss everything formally”

As you move on to the more exciting notification on your phone, you see that the sleeping Jungkook has slipped several inches closer to falling flat on his face. Maybe you’ll save him from his impending doom. Maybe you won’t. But that’ll have to wait until after you see what jk.seagull had to say on his blog.

“do you ever think back to that one time in math camp when a little girl screamed in your face that she hated math and wanted to become a musician instead? apparently she somehow confused ‘musician’ with ‘mathematician’ LMAO”

You aren’t sure what provoked the silly seagull guy to share such a random thought, but you do get a good laugh out of it. After all, you can totally relate as someone who went to math camp one summer despite knowing in your heart what you truly wanted to do-

Wait.

“Jungkook,” you say in a half-hushed, half-urgent tone, though calling his name wouldn’t be what actually wakes him from his slumber. “I think I know who the seagull guy is.”

Thud. You swear on your life you didn’t lay a finger on the boy when he fell, despite all the devilish thoughts you had about it earlier. He fell on his own. You’re innocent. Therefore, you have a right to laugh.

“Are you okay?” you snicker, peering down from the bed at the dazed boy. He might have been the biggest klutz for rolling off the bed and stumbling around to find his glasses, but holy shit. His wild bedhead and scattered blankets across the floor make it seem as though the two of you had a lot more than just an innocent heart-to-heart in his bed last night.

“I’m fine,” he stretches his arms and combs the bedhead out. Yes, he is fine. “But, uhh, what’s this about that seagull guy?”

“I think I know him.” You expect Jungkook to be as excited as you are, but he just seems kind of puzzled—perhaps from his lack of sleep.

“…and how did you come to that conclusion…?” he asks. Or maybe he doesn’t believe you.

“You didn’t see the post! Look at the post.” You join the boy down on the floor and make yourself at home there with your phone and some of the fallen blankets. He leans over your shoulder to read the infamous post you won’t shut up about.

“Math camp?” Jungkook continues to squint at the cryptic message before chuckling. “Also, did that girl seriously confuse musician with mathematician?”

“Stop laughing! That dumbass was me.” Now you wish you had kicked his ass off the bed.

He stops laughing, not because you told him to but because he’s mildly shook. “What?”

You take a deep breath in because you know you’re setting yourself up to be clowned for the rest of your fucking life. “When I was like ten, I told my parents that I wanted to be a mathematician, thinking that word meant musician. So they signed me up for camp that summer.”

“Did you ever stop to think that mathematician has the word math in it and not mu-”

You interrupt the boy’s unwelcomed commentary with an air-punch to his guts before continuing on as if nothing happened. “I was so excited until I got there. It was absolutely mortifying to learn that it was a math camp, not a music camp.”

“I like this story,” he nods with his arms guarding himself in anticipation of another air-jab as you square up.

“Still, I tried to make the best out of the situation since I was actually kind of good at math,” you say. “The camp director even told me I’d make a great math professor one day.”

“I can’t imagine you as a math professor.” He settles down with all the chuckling.

“I couldn’t either, so I ran off to an empty room where I thought I could escape without anyone finding me,” you soften your tone. “But somehow a crying, wandering boy found me.”

“Was it the seagull?”

“Maybe. All I remember was hearing music playing from somewhere outside. I sang along as a way to comfort and distract myself from the whole math situation, but it seemed to cheer up the boy as well.”

“Your voice does have that effect, you know.”

“He told me the same thing.” You can’t help but smile a little at the compliment. “But in that moment, it felt like my dream had a purpose beyond fueling my own desires. And I needed to share it with someone. Anyone.”

“So you shared it with the boy?”

You nod. “I told him my dream was to be a mathematician, but he knew what I meant.”

“Did he at least clown you first?”

“He did. He laughed right in my face, and at first I thought he was a jerk for making fun of my dream. But after he kindly taught me the difference between musician and mathematician, I announced my actual dream to him and him alone.”

“And how’d he respond?”

“He said it was cool beans.”

“He said cool beans?”

“Those were his exact words, yes.”

“And that was it?”

“That’s all I can remember.”

“So you don’t even remember his name or anything?”

“We never introduced ourselves,” you shake your head. “I don’t remember his face either because it was covered by a hood and long hair.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook sighs. “I bet it really was that seagull guy after all.”

“I have a feeling it was him, too.”

It would be nice and awfully romantic if you had somehow crossed paths long ago with the very seagull who continues to inspire your craft with his own. But even if that isn’t the case, you’re content with having that memory and entrusting it with another boy who has done nothing but lift you up.

You lean yourself gently against the Jungkook’s shoulder as you slip your phone back into your pocket, debating on your next course of action. The two of you should be getting ready for class, but that doesn’t sound very appealing. There are other things you’d much rather be doing, like maybe thanking the boy for lending his ear. But for some reason, it’s still difficult for you to say those two simple words of gratitude.

Perhaps it’s difficult because there’s a lot more you’d say than just “thanks man.”

“Can we just cut class and get coffee instead?” Yes, you’ll thank him for his service by treating him to coffee. Unless…? What if this is just your subtle way of asking the boy out on a date? What if he says no because you’ve already spent way too much time with him in the past 24 hours? What if he hates coffee? What if he-

“We should probably go to class to turn in our project, yeah?” Jungkook brings up a good point. But the thing is, you don’t really have your priorities straight at the moment and your mind has only two things consuming it: coffee and boy. “But we can get coffee after class.”

“Ooh, good, because there’s this one coffee shop I want you to try!” You chirp up despite your nonexistent dose of morning caffeine. “It’ll be my treat as thanks for… letting me hog your bed.”

“Oh right... that,” Jungkook hops to his feet and starts tidying up said bed. You help by picking up and folding all of the blankets. “I nearly froze and fell to my death because of that, you know.”

“I saw,” you bite your lip, trying to mask any naughty thoughts that come to mind. Because next time, if there is in fact a next time, you won’t let the boy freeze.

-

By the time art class ends, the weight of the dreaded group project has been lifted and your craving for coffee begins to settle in once more. And apparently, the hunger and excitement is radiating off you because someone has the audacity to make a comment about it.

“Why does your face look like that?” Taehyung teases, but you’re mildly offended.

“Because I’m getting coffee from my favorite café. That’s why,” you hiss but there’s still a hidden glow about you and your excitement. “Coffee is to me as girls are to you, Taehyung.”

“Ooh, speaking of girls, do any cute girls work there?” He strokes his wise man beard. “Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“I don’t fucking know.” And even if you did know, you wouldn’t say yes.

“How boring,” he yawns while nudging the boy next to him. “Hey Jungkook, wanna go on a double date with me? I met a pair of gamer girls, but I don’t know all the nerdy gaming stuff that you know. And think about it, this could be the first time you get laid since-”

“Actually, Jungkook’s getting coffee with me,” you interrupt. And if you had been brave enough to look up at the boy as you spoke, you would have seen the healthy pink radiance on his cheeks.

“Oh, so the two of you are dating all of a sudden?” Taehyung nods, as if he had hit the mark.

Neither you or Jungkook give an immediate answer, probably due to the unspoken yet very apparent shift in dynamics between the two of you as of late. Yes, you’ve developed certain feelings for the boy, but no, you aren’t technically “dating.” You just hope he’s on the same page as you.

“It’s just coffee,” you want to say, but it comes out of Jungkook’s mouth instead. And even though you would’ve said the same exact thing, it hits a little different hearing it from him.

At the same time, coffee is coffee and Jungkook is Jungkook. You need to remind yourself that your craving for coffee with the boy will be satisfied, regardless of whether it’s a date or not. After all, “dating” is not an option for an idol who should only be focusing on her music and fans.

“Which drink would you recommend?” Jungkook asks as you lead him in the direction of the café.

“If you like coffee, all of the drinks are good in my humble opinion,” you say, though you realize you should probably give the boy a few specific suggestions to make his decision a little easier. “You can get a standard mocha or latte if you want something simple. Or, their signature hazelnut coffee is really really good. Or if you want something iced, you should try the cold brew because it’s literally the most refreshing dose of caffeine ever. Oh! But if you’re into something more plant-based, I suggest the maple oat-”

“You’re not narrowing down my options if you recommend the entire menu, Y/N,” the boy chuckles at your coffee enthusiast behavior.

“Well, here’s my thought process: if we go at least once a week after class, you can eventually try every drink on the menu by the end of the school year. Not including all the different types of milk options though.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified that you even bothered to do that calculation.” His eyes are bigger and brighter than the sun. “But that must mean you really like coffee then, huh?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?” The snobby coffee enthusiast jumped out real quick. But even beyond the coffee, you did the calculation to see how long your little coffee not-dates with the boy could last before you have to return to your idol obligations. “You like coffee too, right?”

“Not really,” he sighs. Your jaw drops. Who the does he think he is? “Are there any tea options? Or like a banana milk or something?”

“You can’t just walk into a coffee shop and not order coffee.” Is this guy for real? No, he’s just fucking with you. Probably. “I better start reevaluating who I hang out with,” you say with a sarcastic hmph.

“I’m kidding, kind of.” He doesn’t do a very good job of reassuring you of that. “I like… coffee.”

“That hesitant pause doesn’t sit well with me, Jeon.” You raise an eyebrow at the suspicious boy. It feels nice to tease him for once. “Why are you grabbing coffee with me if you don’t love it?”

“I just curious about this coffee place,” he nudges you, “since someone seems to really enjoy it.”

So it’s because of you…

“Good to know I’ve successfully peer pressured you into consuming caffeine,” you hum, playing it off as if his words weren’t absorbed right into your heart. It was never about coffee.

It’s about you and him.

The thought of that makes your heart scream a little, so you hide your flustered face behind your phone as the two of you approach the coffee shop. You have an unread text from your manager.

2:35PM jinnie “good news”

2:36PM jinnie “i set up a meeting with jimin and his manager in an hour”

You stop in your tracks. That’s not good news. Well actually, it is good for your top secret collab. But the timing of it all is anything but good.

“Are you searching up the menu online? Oh wait, you already have the entire menu memorized from A to Z.” He thinks he’s funny. Now is not the time, Jeon. His teasing smile doesn’t disappear until the distress is written all over your face.

How do you cancel a not-a-date date without a proper explanation? How can you do that to a boy who has only ever done you right? The thing is, you don’t have to hurt him.

You can cancel the meeting, you can bail out on the collab, you can disappear from the idol world altogether if you choose to do so. And if you didn’t want to go that far, you could instead tell the boy of your deepest and darkest secret, of your idol identity, and he would surely understand your reasons for having to leave so suddenly for work.

You could do any of those things, but you decide not to. You won’t allow yourself to make such a rash decision, even if it’s the right one. So you decide to keep the meeting, you decide to keep your idol self hidden in the shadows, and you decide to abandon the boy.

[knuckleschaotix199]

It's been about 2 months since you broke up with me. I'm still struggling. I'm trying I really am,but the thought of you with other people and dating is killing me. This is not how things should've been. You never once told me how you really felt until the night you broke up with me. As I go through this process I'm learning to move on,find me again and to be happy. I realize that a good part of us was manipulation and pain. And that ultimately the reasons we didn't work out was because you didn't want it to anymore. I take ownership of my failures,I know I didn't put in the effort for self-care you wanted to see but I struggled hard and didn't feel like I had your help at all. I am working on that and not for you but for me. I really hope you've been well but the urge to shoot you a text never goes away. It hurts the most knowing you probably don't miss me,think of me or mention me anymore. You're off on dating apps already just to find guys you can date because you feel you missed out on that part of life. It just hurts so much to know that after our 6 years together I just mean nothing to you. I know this because you said it yourself you wanted a month or two before you actually ended us. I just hope that someday you understand what I'm going through. I'll never want to see you get hurt but I want you to know what it's like so that maybe youll grow as a person as you said we needed. I just can't get you out of my head no matter what I do. I just miss you so much and still love you to death. I just want to see you,hug you and maybe cuddle to bed. I miss our cute little lingo we had and the fun goofiness after sex. Everything about you I miss,literally every single thing including the things that bugged me,they kept me grounded. But I see now that this is for the best and will feel that way someday not because you need this,but because I deserve someone who will love me and never give up on us. If you end up reading this one day I hope you know this isnt out of hate or spite,it's simply the pain and thoughts of a brokenhearted man.

[kujakuramblings]

Do you ever get out of the shower after bleaching your hair in a seasonal depression fueled fit and think about how even though youre in a good place with people who like you and some stability under you again for the first time in months, that you'll still probably die alone coz all your friends have beautiful dreams that they deserve to follow and will succeed in but none of which really have you as a necessary component and no one will ever want to date or love or fuck you and you can blame that on the stress weight youve accumulated from life fucking you sideways for honestly most of your life but mostly for the last eight years becoz youve actually been able to afford food for once so you stress eat instead of hooking up with strangers 7 times or more a week, but really no one wants you coz you simply arent attractive and everyone tries to,comfort you and say that you are, but you've got them,in honest moments where they admit youre maybe a 4 out of 10 and thats when theyre drunk, and you go through the motions and long for someone, anyone to hold you and love you, even if its just for six weeks coz they were lonely after Valentine's day or for six months becoz youre a fucking idiot and moved them in after 48 hours of dating and they were living out of the car of a different guy they were fucking and leading on, but you keep,going through your third career change in a decade and youre excited and happy about work again even though you know in a few years youll be bitter,and unappreciated just like you always are and you dont have the money to go to school to,do what you REALLY want and even,if you did you wouldnt get paud enough in your field to survive so you've committed to,being,unsatisfied with various found jobs and youre nearly 30 and youre sitting on the back porch of a house you rent with 3-4 other people depending on how you count and doing the housework of at least two of them somedays and youre smoking a stale cigarette you used to keep in case someone in the bar you ran without acknowledgement needed one but youve put in your two weeks so what else is there but to slowly bump up your expiration date with even MORE vodka and also nicotine, while your best friends are either busy, too emotionally uninvolved, or completely uncaring to any of your troubles to have a meaningful conversation with you for nearly two years for you to feel ok talking to them, without even mentioning the GLOBAL PANDEMIC that your country is handling about as well as a Glee episode handling a serious issue, and you want to see the people who matter to you, but thats such a dumb fucking idea that even YOU, who hasnt made a good well thought out decision in years is like..... No, has to cope with drinking alone in his room, again, for the 5th time this week, and it's only Friday, ..... Ive lost my train of thought. But fuck. I havent been happy in a long ass fucking time. My family is a dumpster fire, I cant be there for my chosen family, my found family I havent been able to properly see or support in way too long, my children (ie, the pets), dont get the dedication they deserve, my career is probably going nowhere, I'm as unlovable and undesirable as I ever was but no longer have a twink ass body that men will settle for for an hour, and all the various factors of my depression have combined to make sure that i feel as awful as I possibly can. I'm sorry if youve read this far. I really just needed to yell into the void. None of these issues really have a resolution, my friends deserve to follow their dreams and I'll support them,all the way, plastic surgery isnt advanced enough to make me desirable, and I live in America in 2020 and wasnt born rich so I cant really find a career that will take care of me. Take care of yourself, pray if youre religious, and try to eat at least once a day, even if its small.

[drakeblight]

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[2/2, 11:32 PM] Cristian Gómez: Ok, so here goes

[2/2, 11:34 PM] Cristian Gómez: Im sorry i talked over you and interupted you. I have this very bad tendency to not shut up when im nervous, especially around others.

[2/2, 11:34 PM] Cristian Gómez: Im sorry i had to ask you to buy me icecream, i know you said its no big deal but it is to me

[2/2, 11:35 PM] Cristian Gómez: Im sorry if i seemed boring and paranoid, ive just always lived in fear till i moved here and even though its been 2 years, i still find it hard to break habita

[2/2, 11:35 PM] Cristian Gómez: But please, i need you to tell me whats wrong

[2/2, 11:37 PM] Cristian Gómez: Remember how i told you i think of ways to escape and how could a person murder me and all that? I am very scared of the unknown and right now i do not be knowing whats up? Did i bore you, dis you find someone else, did you die? My mind keeps jumping to conclusions i know arent true but without your words i cant really kill them off

[2/2, 11:38 PM] Cristian Gómez: Im trying to be more attentive of you and stop being so self centered (which is an oximoron cuz telling other people that youre not thinking about yourself requires you to think about yourself but wrvr)

[2/2, 11:39 PM] Cristian Gómez: I watched letterkenny, i kinda spoiled that "surprise" when i texted you her face and the naked gym the frats wanted to make

[2/2, 11:39 PM] Cristian Gómez: But whatever, i did enjoy it and im thankful you showed me it

[2/2, 11:39 PM] Cristian Gómez: Also, imma pay you back that icecream 10x

[2/2, 11:41 PM] Cristian Gómez: I finally get payed on wednesday so ill buy the granpa sweater or the windbreaker or the patterned shirts, maybe ill stop by peace nook and get a candle, incense or soap you liked. Whatever it ends up being, ill make sure its shiny

[2/2, 11:41 PM] Cristian Gómez: Also, my friend said he could sneak us into his show on thursday, like i said, i really like his drag

[2/2, 11:42 PM] Cristian Gómez: If we sneak in, we may even get a couple drinks if we dont have bracelets

[2/2, 11:43 PM] Cristian Gómez: And if all you need is space, thats fine! I know i can be a bit much to handle, but please tell me so i dont go off the rails batshit crazy trying to figure out what went wrong

[2/2, 11:43 PM] Cristian Gómez: I only now realize that typing all this into a private convo is very batshit crazy

[2/2, 11:43 PM] Cristian Gómez: Remember that thing i just said about not shutting up??

[2/2, 11:44 PM] Cristian Gómez: I know theres a lot more i wanted to say but i forget

[2/2, 11:45 PM] Cristian Gómez: Oh, and i didnt really mean to be mean when i called you a nerd for tucking

[2/2, 11:45 PM] Cristian Gómez: Also, when i said you were tall, i just wasn't expecting that, cuz everyone ive ever gone out with ends up being smaller than me

[2/2, 11:46 PM] Cristian Gómez: Im sorry i behaved like a 12 yearold, i know its not very attractive to go into a relationship and feel its gonna be a babysitting gig

[2/2, 11:47 PM] Cristian Gómez: Even though im scared, i still challenge myself. Everytime i take a turn at a stoplight my first thought is how someone might run me over

[2/2, 11:48 PM] Cristian Gómez: Everytime its bellow 40, i think of that time i couldnt feel my hands for 2 hours, but i still get on my bike

[2/2, 11:48 PM] Cristian Gómez: And everytime i looked at your messages im reminded of all the sweet nothings people used to say to me to use me

[2/2, 11:49 PM] Cristian Gómez: All the see you laters and the we'll meet someday again

[2/2, 11:50 PM] Cristian Gómez: And even though im deadly terrified of typing something and losing you like ive lost everyone else, i still find the courage to send you something, anything so youd know i really do like you

[2/2, 11:50 PM] Cristian Gómez: I forgot how it felt

[2/2, 11:51 PM] Cristian Gómez: Ive been neeting people ive been interested in for 4 years now and youre the second one ive actually found that i cared about

[2/2, 11:51 PM] Cristian Gómez: Even ones i thought i cared about, i forgot in a week

[2/2, 11:52 PM] Cristian Gómez: And i know i said id stop being self centered and ill ive done is typed and typed, but i genuinely want you to give me a second chance, hopefully ill learn to shut up

[2/2, 11:53 PM] Cristian Gómez: I know youll probs only read this if i ever give you your codename, if i even post these, but this is helping

[2/2, 11:53 PM] Cristian Gómez: Also, sorry i called you adam

[2/2, 11:54 PM] Cristian Gómez: Maybe ill send the lot of these your way one day, where it doesnt matter cuz youre so close or so far appart

[2/2, 11:55 PM] Cristian Gómez: I know you dont want a psycho bf that cant be 10 mins away from you, but if youre leaving, could you please say why?

[2/2, 11:56 PM] Cristian Gómez: This is extremely pessimistic and theres that overworking brain again, but did you even care? I wanna say yes cuz you payed for my icecream and didnt just blow me off at the first chance, also you went out with me after a week or so of texts, most people would have just made something up, so i really appreciate you

[2/2, 11:57 PM] Cristian Gómez: UGHHH, i just need an answer at this point i dont mind if its yes or no

[2/2, 11:57 PM] Cristian Gómez: Did your messages get stuck? Did my phone mute you?

[2/3, 12:02 AM] Cristian Gómez: Oh yea, this goes without saying, but i dont wanna seem manipulative, these last couple day (oly shit its only been a day, why did i blow this out of proportion so damn much?!?) Have been very retrospective

[2/3, 12:03 AM] Cristian Gómez: I also dont want the gift to be manipulative, its something ive always believed in, ask my friends, no one should leave empty handed

[2/3, 12:04 AM] Cristian Gómez: And i probs would have only gotten you the candles, but bc you bought ice cream and youre so damn hot, ill bump it up

[2/3, 12:05 AM] Cristian Gómez: Im way overdue on payments and my bike insurance is almost up, but its only good for the other guy, so if i crash its very unlikely ill even need to pay them

[2/3, 7:50 AM] Cristian Gómez: Was it that i didnt try anything romantic? Didnt hold your hand or stayed away when i said goodbye? I dont know how to read limits so i just default to professional until someone tells me to do something

[2/3, 8:37 AM] Cristian Gómez: Was it the blue nails? I swear that was the jeans

[magioftheseas]

Day 1 - Reserve

Written for @the-hinata-project 

Prompt: Reserve Course Student Hinata

Rating: G

Warnings: Lowkey manipulation and insecurity, but other than that, not much.

Notes: Alright, so I’m still in the middle of these, but like... Here’s the first one! They’re all going to be pretty short, around 2K but I’m gonna do my best to finish all of them so wish me luck...! And this first fic is gen. No ships. Next ones won’t be so gen. It’s also pre-HPA. Kind of.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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The last wish he made on New Year’s was a simple one.

I want to get into Hope’s Peak.

But of course that  would never happen.

“Can’t you dream more realistically, Hajime? Do you have any idea how expensive Hope’s Peak actually is? We can’t afford that.”

“I... I know that, but...”

“If you know then why are you burdening us with this? Please. Just think about other people besides yourself for once.”

“...sorry.”

His mother sighs, but ruffles his hair in a show of affection.

“You current high school isn’t so bad, right? You can make good friends here, and it’s a fine school.”

“I guess it’s...decent,” he mumbles.

“Just don’t even worry about Hope’s Peak anymore,” she tells him. “It’s impossible, and it can’t be helped. Keep your chin up. Okay?”

“...fine...”

Because he knew, after all, that she had a point. They couldn’t afford it. And he wasn’t talented. It was a pipe dream to attend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still...

--

For his birthday, he was given a new laptop to replace the old. It was a fairly recent model. Pretty expensive. Likely compensation. He can’t say he didn’t like it.

He wasn’t ungrateful. He doesn’t think so.

It’s just that I admire Hope’s Peak more than anything.

So much so that he finds himself on the forums first thing.

>Does anyone have any idea who’s going to be in the upcoming batch?

>They haven’t finished scouting, right? Oh, but I just saw on the news that an actual princess was accepted! Hope’s Peak really can get in anyone!

>Wow, actual royalty?!

>There’s this photographer I follow. She’s getting in, too, I’m pretty sure.

>I just saw Saionji Hiyoko-san’s performance last week. I’m positive she’s getting in.

>I’m more interested in the princess. Can you imagine how lucky it would be to meet an actual princess?

>>They’ll be running the lottery in a month or so. What I would give to have more of a chance...

>Wow, they’re doing that again?

>With how much getting into the reserve course costs, you probably have a better chance with the lottery...

>But if you win the lottery, you’re actually considered talented. Reserves are just...y’know, reserves.

>But you’ll get to meet the princess, potentially. I think the money’s worth it, even if all I can do is steal a glance!

>Still... Seems so lame that you can just pay your way in...

>But brand name recognition is pretty powerful...

>>I heard you can actually get into the main course from the reserve course if you do well enough.

>No way! That’s a pipe dream! Maybe if you paid like, twice as much!

>Must be nice to be rich, huh...

Hinata stares, wondering what to type, but also letting the thoughts swirl around in his head.

>>I would do anything to get into Hope’s Peak. But my family just can’t afford that.

>Yeah, mine neither. Who actually can?

>You’d be surprised... They’re getting a lot of enrollments.

>You can’t like...get a scholarship or anything? It’s not like you need to go to college after attending Hope’s Peak.

>Well the golden gates can’t open that wide, I suppose...

>It’s for the best. If just about anyone could get in, it wouldn’t be that special.

Hinata bites his lip, picking at the peeling skin with his teeth.

>>Still. I want to get in more than anything.

>If you aren’t talented, it can’t be helped.

>>I would give anything.

>Pffft. No kidding. I’d give an arm and a leg, probably.

>>I would give anything.

>A lot of people would.

>You’re like a super fan, huh. Well, I am, too, but still...

>>Getting into Hope’s Peak has always been my dream.

>Everyone wants to be special, man.

>But if everyone was special then no one would be special.

>It can’t be helped. You’re either born talented or you aren’t.

>Right?! I must have spent hours drawing but there was always that one person I could just never compare to. It’s hopeless!

>You shouldn’t say hopeless on the Hope’s Peak forums!

>Haha, sorry!

>>I’ve never been talented. There’s not one thing I’m particularly good at.

>Normie...

>>But I want to get into Hope’s Peak Academy... More than anything.

>Give it up. For your own good. Wishing for the impossible isn’t healthy.

>Hey, don’t tell him that! What if he ends up winning the lottery?

>Yeah, right!

>>I’m not particularly lucky, either.

>Luck’s not a talent anyway.

>Are you sure? I’ve known people who get ridiculously lucky while gambling...

>If they gamble too much, that luck’s bound to run out. And I bet they’re not that lucky, they just brag a lot.

>That might be true... Still it would be nice just to get into Hope’s Peak by chance...

>Whoever wins that lottery probably is ridiculously lucky considering how many people are participating. We’re talking like, every high school student in their first year in the country.

>Sucks to be other countries, huh.

>Maybe someday but for now, I like not having that much competition.

>Still a ridiculous amount competing...

>I bet it’ll be someone who can afford the reserve course if they haven’t already enrolled.

>No fair! That kind of thing should disqualify you immediately!

>>I just...want to get in...

>Yeah we all do. But it’s impossible.

>Impossible.

>Totally impossible.

>Pigs will fly first.

>I heard some Ultimates actually can make some crazy shit. We might see flying pigs pretty soon.

>That’s terrifying.

>>I just want to get in.

>You should get offline.

He should. He really, really should.

Is it really impossible?

“Of course it is,” he can practically hear them murmur. “Not only are you untalented, you can’t afford it! And you’re going to win the lottery, either!”

Hinata buries his face into his hands, shuddering.

I just... I just...

--

To his surprise, he later receives a DM. Shivering, he clicks it open.

>Would you really do anything for Hope’s Peak?

He doesn’t recognize the name of the sender but...it looks official.

>>Yes. Of course. Why?

>There actually is a program you can sign up for that will get you in without having to pay a coin.

Hinata blinked once. Twice.

It’s way too good to be true.

But he’s desperate. Beyond desperate.

>>What is this program? How can I sign up?

>Here’s the information.

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What he’s about to do is how people get themselves abducted, he’s pretty sure. But right now, he’s desperate and... If it really was someone associated with Hope’s Peak, how bad can it be? What’s the worse than can happen?

I already have no chance getting in. I know that... But...

His heart was pounding as he took the train. He stared out the window, at HPA’s towering buildings in the distance, getting closer and closer, and he sucks in his breath.

It’s so shining that it hurts to look at.

Shining like a dream...

--

“Ah, Hinata-kun, you made it after all. So you have the necessary information?”

“Uh... Yes...” Truth be told, he didn’t understand most of it. There were a lot of words that were hard to read and pretty...advanced. “I just...well you said you couldn’t explain everything in just files, so...”

The other looked pretty professional. Sharply dressed and smiling in a way that at least seemed pretty welcoming. But...still pretty intimidating, considering the circumstances. Hinata ducked his head, feeling rather flustered.

“Yes, it’s meant to be kept very tightly under wraps, you see,” they laugh. “I need to assure confidentiality before explaining, Hinata-kun. Surely you understand.”

That’s...weird.

But it made his blood thrum with excitement to be a part of.

“I... Y-Yes, of course. Absolutely... Of course...”

“Sign this form, then, promising that.”

“O-Of course...!”

He scribbles down his signature without a second thought. The other smiled more, pleased. Hinata squirmed in his seat, and tried to keep his posture straight.

With that, the other sat across from him, polite and yet...expectant.

Ah... Hah...

“So you’re willing to do anything for this school,” they say, voice almost light but also dense with significance. “Might I ask why?”

“It’s...as I said on the forums,” Hinata mumbles, fiddling with his tie. Even dressed professionally for this would-be interview, he feels underdressed. “I’ve always admired this school. Always. It’s always been my dream to...to go there...”

The other nods, expression unchanged.

“And why do you wish so badly to go there, despite not having a talent that can be cultivated?”

Hinata flinched.

“T-That’s...! I...” He hesitates, but he soon finds the words just spilling out. “I just want to be someone I can be proud of. Someone who can stand tall. Be confident. Be significant. Isn’t that what I deserve?”

“Isn’t that what everyone deserves?”

Hinata’s nails dig into his palms.

“I admire Hope’s Peak...more than anyone. I will give whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.” His teeth grit. “Whatever it takes... W-Whatever it takes...!”

Even though I know it’s selfish and impossible, I just...!

He just wanted to be someone. Someone other than...this.

Unimportant. Unremarkable. A faceless, meaningless part of the mass. The idea of being consumed by mediocrity and insignificance for the rest of his life, never to matter, never to even be remembered, just to disappear, just like he never even existed—

“I’ll do...w-whatever...it takes...” He’s shaking, eyes wide and crazed. “Whatever it takes... Whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.”

“Ah. I see.” An easy smile. And yet, the atmosphere felt so heavy that it was near suffocating. “Very well then, Hinata-kun. That’s exactly the kind of attitude we’re looking for.”

Hinata lit up.

“R-Really?” He dares to let hope slip into his tone. “D-Do you really mean it?”

A nod.

“Hinata-kun... If you could be reborn from the faceless body of a miserable nobody into the world’s hope... Would you?”

“That...sounds too good to be true...” His heart really was racing, but he was flushed with excitement. “But... Y-Yeah... I... Of course...”

“Then, allow me to tell you about how that can be possible. If you agree, you’ll be accepted into the school, free of charge, no talent necessary. In fact, it’s even essential that you be talentless.”

I...don’t understand.

He doesn’t understand but it just sounds so incredible that he can’t help but be swayed.

“...tell me.”

“Very well.”

A folder of files is placed before him. They look too important to grasp. And the stamped out letters of CONFIDENTIAL stare back into his wide-eyed, shimmering gaze.

Fingers trembling, Hinata actually slices his finger open as he flips it open.

He doesn’t even feel the sting, as engrossed as he is in the text.

“I...”

The words swirl around in his head, over and over until he drowns in them.

“Do you need time to think about it?” the other asks him kindly. So kindly that Hinata is struck cold. “Tell you what... You can still get into the reserve course. You don’t have to say yes right away, and the deadline will be in a few months from now. You can attend classes here until then...and then make your decision on whether or not you’re willing to stay. Okay?”

“I... O-Okay.” Hinata swallows. “That’s... I’m okay with that.”

I said I’d do anything. And I do...want to do anything. But...

His hands are shaking while still gripping the files.

I can’t...let this chance slip by...even if it’s something like this. This is everything I ever wanted. Why am I even hesitating?

“It’s alright,” the other says reassuringly, taking the files away with ease. “Hinata-kun, I know you’ll make the best decision for yourself.”

For...myself. Myself...

“I...yes.”

“I’ll have them send in your acceptance letter and uniform.” His hand is shook, the grip warm and calloused. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hinata-kun.”

“A-A pleasure... Yeah.”

Just like that, Hinata was stumbling out of Hope’s Peak, trembling and falling to pieces with every shaky step.

I have to do it, he can’t help but think. I have to do it, for...for myself...

This was going to be the year his life changed irreparably. He was sure of it.

[cawolters]

Secret public naughtiness

Thanks! This is from the prompt session I hosted a few week ago, and I finally have something for you! Hope you’ll like it!

(Warns: hmm none? General gory imagery, but you know me by now. It’s def 18+ so … well.)

This would fit in Book II, Kiel and Shiroin are not to be together because she’s the Empress and he’s the hired Blade of the wrong sort of blood, but, sigh. You know. They don’t do well with authorities and rules in general.

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“My Grand Empress!” A young man caught up to Kiel and I by the staircase. 

“Forgive me! Bu- but General Zuan asks for your presence in the red stone hall.” The boy chased his breath. The red stone hall was placed at the other end of the palace, and the messenger had been running from one end of the palace to the other. 

And if his message had not been so upsetting, I would perhaps have sympathised, even the smallest of amounts. But I did not.

“And what makes General Zuan think he can ask for anything of mine?” 

I would gladly replace that old swine that had licked my fathers hand, but he was the most experienced of generals in my council, and to be without his voice at the table, would be an undeniable strategic loss. However, once I had triumphed in the thousand year war, nothing should be able to stop me from weaving his guts into a cartwheel. 

“Excuse me my Empress?” The boy asked, slightly lost at my question.

“Well. Am I not the Sole Ruler of the Empire? The how can an old man find the audacity to summon me into my own throne room?” I snarled, my black eyes fixed on the boy who immediately flicked his own away.

“I- I do not-” Flustered, he shook his head.

“Get out of my way, child.” I bit him off and pushed past the messenger. He was not the one who I dreamed of slicing open with my dagger, and killing a random boy in broad daylight would be a poor show of self restraint. 

The boy went against the wall. He looked entirely relieved that I did not have anything else to say to him.

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Most of the halls of my palace were not arched, and made of boulder like the ones of Blue Flags boasting sandstone. 

Kyohon architecture was of polished wood and long passages, that could change by a slide of the rice paper walls. It could be an open breath, or a labyrinth, made for secrets.

I adored every splinter of my home, apart from the stone hall and my father’s western marble wing. Someday I would tear it down and make for a garden instead, but not yet.

Kiel and I strode out on the walkway, to cut through the exposed gravel square, but the weather had changed while we had been inside.

Rain was rushing from the white cloudy sky. It made the wood gleam and the bamboo funnels along the roof, babble. It washed my thoughts of cartwheel away.

Kiel was tracing me in his own thoughts. 

I stopped.

The patter of the showers on stone and rooftop, forced me back in to a memory. A memory of a broken house and a gaze that had been striking. It reminded me of the time I had understood what I wanted from Kiel, more than his body. I wanted his heart.

My eyes scanned the terrace. 

We were alone apart from the rain and the little dripping trees in the garden square.

I twirled and pecked Kiel’s lips above the mask. Just once. Just light.

He was surprised and it showed.

I smirked. It still pleased me in a less mature way whenever I could catch him off guard. Mostly because it was not an easy thing to do.

Before he could ask I answered.

“It was a compulsion.” I shrugged and made to wander away from the moment.      

But just then, Kiel took a hold of my wrist and yanked me back in my stride. I tripped into his arms. He held the fabric of his black mask down with a few fingers as he met my lips with his own. It was soft and warm, and then not. Kiel’s kiss was longer and more fierce than I would have expected out in the open. His other hand slipped around my waist, and hugged me close. Then closer still, until he had squeezed my breasts against his solid body.

After a too long moment, I tore myself away in a gasp.

I had already lost my will to be dressed entirely but…

“… This is not the time.”

Kiel gave me a golden-eyed look that reminded me of a thief’s. Illicit, in the most subtle of ways.

“Indeed. You should not let the General wait. It would be disrespectful.” 

I breathed a nasty laugh.

“You have a point. Maybe I should.” I took his hand. “Come.”  

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It was the room of the spirits. It was shadowed with paper offerings, hanging from the ceiling and facing the gravel garden. The little room was still filled with incense from the morning rite but otherwise abandoned, much like the religion.

I slit the door shut with my heel and Kiel snaked his hands up the slit in my silken robes. He pushed me against the wooden doorframe and dug my hips out from the skirts. 

Out on the walkway the rain kept falling. Hushing us. Reminding us to be quiet.

Kiel pressed himself between my opened legs. His belt and metal buttons were cold on my inner thighs. I licked the vertical scar over his lips and tugged at his white hair. He made a quiet sound and struck his own tongue out among his many fangs.  

I could never get enough of his taste, his sent, his presence; and I devoured Kiel like I would never have him again.

It was a fear. That suddenly all this indulgence would end and Kiel would be taken from me, but it always faded whenever I got to bite his lip and feel his hands rip at my skin. 

I moaned airily as he entered and dove in deep. His was the only body I craved and it was a missing part of me that fell into place when we were forcing our beings together.

My hands gripped harder at Kiel’s hair and he hiss in forbidden dark delight too.

We moved roughly and feverishly, and the structure creaked with every hard thrust. The word in my head was ‘yes’ over and over ‘yes’ like a chant that brought me closer to my peak, which would fade if I did not think the magic word.

“Take from me.” I could hardly form the words as I asked him to hurt me.

“Do not scream.” Kiel breathed in my ear and pressed me harder against the complaining beam.    

His drain was a shower of needles and it had only touched me for a second before I came on him. I curled my toes and bit down on a strangled whimper. Kiel buried his face in my hair and I could hear his end building, and within a breath, I felt it. It made us both tense. And then sigh.

The sting and prickle on my skin evaporated as he drew back in a breathless daze. 

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I was still panting as I corrected my skirts and smoothed them over with my palms.

Luckily none of them had creased, from what I could tell. I twisted around myself and patted down my hair. 

“Do I look presentable?” I asked him and straightened.

Kiel finished buttoning up and proceeded to correct his collar. He showed me his teeth in a wicked smile before he pulled the fabric mask up over his nose again. 

“No, Shiroin.” He stroked a sticky stand away from my cheek. His thumb resting on my lip. “Your face is as red as a skinned rabbit. We should give it a moment.” 

I bit his finger, a little hard. And then I smiled wickedly too.

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Fifty-One: Good Medicine ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Healing Waters and Scorching Flames ] [ AO3 Link ]

She hasn’t had much opportunity to learn the healing side of waterbending. Though...then again, waterbending as a whole hasn’t exactly been a subject Hinata was steeped in. With the Fire Nation raids capturing and locking way the Southern waterbenders, Hinata had only her mother to teach her...and even then, not for long.

She’d not been one of the many taken prisoner. Hanako had simply been slain where she stood.

As the last left with any hint of bending in her veins, Hinata grew up without a teacher, only able to guess and feel her way through bending. Failures in her experiments meant a lack of confidence, and a yearning to someday make it to the North to find a master to learn from.

Of course, that had been before stumbling across the Avatar alongside her best friend Kiba. That single encounter changed not only her life, but the world.

Suddenly she had a way to leave the South Pole: a method of transport to the North, where she and the Avatar - Naruto - would learn under the remaining masters of waterbending.

Before they could leave, however...trouble found them. Namely the second-in-line prince Sasuke of the Fire Nation.

Their first meeting had her feeling fearful...but also realizing she couldn’t afford to be afraid. This was the Avatar...the world’s last chance for peace. If Hinata wanted to make it to the North - if she wanted Naruto to save the world - she had to put aside her reservations, and do as her mother did: stand up to the Fire Nation.

Needless to say, that first encounter - and the next several over the coming weeks - meant a great feeling of animosity between them: Hinata, and Sasuke. They both sought the same person, but for entirely different reasons.

But as time passed, and their circumstances changed...they could no longer afford to be enemies. Naruto needed to learn firebending. Sasuke had begun to see the error of his ways, thanks to careful guidance from his cousin Shisui: a secret member of the White Lotus.

So, the two groups were suddenly awkwardly pushed together as Sasuke accepted his role as Naruto’s firebending teacher.

But Hinata wasn’t having it.

After all he’d done - to them, to Naruto, to her - she couldn’t trust him. Wouldn’t! No longer was Hinata the meek, scared girl from the South Pole. By then, she’d grown into a young woman of resolve and dedication.

Of them all, it would be Hinata he’d have to convince the most.

It hadn’t been easy...but from a begrudging acceptance of their circumstances, situations arose to drive them together. Bit by bit, acceptance grew...which slowly formed into trust.

Which is why now, with Sasuke injured, Hinata tries to put her limited healing knowledge to the test.

“Just...hold still. I need to concentrate.”

Not arguing, Sasuke sits in a tense, accepting silence. Mild burns litter his left forearm, used to block an attack but partially letting it go astray. The red, puckered skin stings, but doesn’t seem too severe.

Taking clean water from a canteen, Hinata examines the wounds carefully before bringing the element up to the singed tissue. For a moment, it almost seems to burn all over again. But then the liquid glows softly, and relief instantly wilts Sasuke’s shoulders.

“...I’ve never seen waterbending healing before.”

“I’m...very loosely practiced in it. I had some lessons in the North, but...not as much as combat. I’ll do what I can, but...they might scar, and take a w-while to heal.”

“It’s fine...better than I could do.”

That earns him a brief glance before returning to her work.

“...when this is all over, I know a healer you can learn from. If you want.”

“...you do?”

“I…” Shame weighs in the base of Sasuke’s gut. “...when I, er...went to get Naruto, it wasn’t my first trip to the south. A few months before that, I’d gone to another tribe that used to be known for healing, and...took the last bender there. She’s the one serving my brother. Keeping him alive.”

Recognition alights Hinata’s face. “...I see.”

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t...kind to her. At the time, I was still…” His tone fades to silence, not sure how to explain. “...I was so conflicted then. My brother means everything to me. I was desperate. So...I told her I was holding her village hostage. If anything happened to Itachi, I would…” Another pause, not needing to explain. “...and yet...part of me - a stupid, selfish part of me - had hoped we wouldn’t find one. A healer.”

“...but…?”

Grief and anger darken Sasuke’s face. “...the older I got...the more I realized that, if Itachi were to die...it would make me the next Fire Lord. And now, I...I can’t stand myself for ever having thought that way. But my father, his teachings...they jaded me. It’s like he wanted to pit us against each other. He knew Itachi was weak. Maybe...that’s what he wanted. But I insisted to try the South. To look for a healer.”

For a time, quiet settles over them. “...then...that’s what matters in the end. You overcame those feelings, and you got him help.”

“But I did so in a terrible way!”

“I’m not saying you’re not at fault in that regard. But...you helped your brother, when you could have...well, left him to a worse fate. Maybe someday you can atone to how you treated the other waterbender. And...I would be happy to learn from her.” Hinata glances up, managing a small smile.

“...you’ve come a long way, Sasuke. In my eyes, at least. I’ll admit...I was so wary of you at first. And...I had reason to be. But I also see how you’ve changed. I might have had my doubts, but you proved yourself. I’m sure you can do so with her when the time comes. For now, we each have our own paths. She’ll help your brother, and you’ll help the Avatar.”

Sasuke looks to her with a somber expression before glancing to his wounds. “...and you’ll help me.”

“...we’ll all help each other. Together, we’ll stop your father. The Fire Nation can then be led back into the ways of peace. The w-war will be over. And we can all...go home. Heal. And the world can regain its sense of balance.”

“The work won’t stop with the war,” Sasuke reminds her dryly. “There will be plenty left to do.”

“I know...but we’ll face it together. All of us. Naruto has changed too, you know. He’s not just a wistful child. Now...he’s matured. At least,” she laughs, “somewhat. Part of him, I think, will always be a kid. But we work together well as a team - and we’ll keep doing so after the war, until the world has a better foundation. It’s been stuck in this war for almost a hundred years! There will be a lot to get used to.”

“Hn…”

Another round of silence, and then Hinata checks her work. Scars glisten pink along Sasuke’s arms, but a flex and a prod prove them to be healed. “Well...it’s not p-pretty, but…”

“It’s great. Thanks, Hinata.” The prince affords her a rare smile that she returns.

A kind of tension seems to bloom...before they both glance away.

“I...I-I should see if Naruto has any wounds,” she offers, moving to stand.

“Yeah, I’ll...start working on a fire for the camp.” He watches her go, unable to help a feeling of...frustration. Like he’s missed something. Looking to his arm, fingers gently sweep over the new scar tissue. He’s sure they won’t be the last.

...and maybe he won’t mind a little healing every now and again.

     Well, not as late as last night - woo? lol      More AtLA! I've been really feeling this fandom lately, and it worked well for this prompt, too! I love incorporating some healing with Hinata, given her canon dabbling into it, what with her poultices she's been seen to make! So while she might not be a master, she can at least help Sasuke's wounds a bit.      And he doesn't mind getting a little up close and personal, it seems ;3      Anywho, that's it for today! I'm excited to have crossed the 50 day mark - and soon we'll be at two months! Kinda crazy, honestly...time's really flying. But, either way, thanks for reading!

[teddy-feathers]

it is so gosh darn hard to be positive.

i dont mean...

i mean kind. to yourself.

especially when things are going hard

or youre messing up

or you failed something...

someone

yourself.

but thats when you need it most

youre never going to ask for help

or work to get better

or grow

if all you ever do is punish yourself or cut your self down or try and kill parts of yourself off.

lets be real

every study keeps coming back saying "HEY negative reinforcement is BAD actually and doesn't WORK on kids"

so why would it work on adults?

my aunt keeps using this phrase agaisnt me "it doesnt matter what i say or anyone says, youll just do what you want anyways"

and while its to make me feel like shit, she IS actually right

if you keep coming back to something/ struggling with something DESPITE the consequences - self imposed or otherwise- then the world is right - "the problem isnt the problem your attitude about the peoblem is the problem"

look i get it. i so get feeling bad for things and you keep making the same mistakes and its this whole spiral that NEVER seems to get better

but let me tell you it DOES

it does when you stop treating yourself like shit

it does when you treat yourself with kidness and patience and let yourself have dignity and validation and learn to accept you DESERVE that

it doesnt FIX shit not by a long shot but

its pretty hard for you to find new ways to do something if youre breaking yourself into tiny pieces everytime something goes wrong ESPECIALLY when EVERYTHING seems tongo wrong ALL of the time

its hard for things to get better when you cant make them better

making your life better starts with self improvement which

... it costs a lot i know.

time money resources you dont have doing x needs y but to get y you have to have x and-

its a MESS i know

but little things you CAN do like forgive yourself and talk nicer to yourself and basic shit like that helps so damn much get you to where you need to be to get better

i am NOT okay right now though i thought i was

things are not good and it feels like the same shit and my aunt would... say a lot of things im already in the habit of telling myself because it seems the same

but. things are better. even if theyre not where i want and need them to be just yet. even if i did this. even if i feel this.

things will continue getting better if I don't get up even if its hard or itd be easier if i was where i thoight i was or where i think i should be

there is no should be

there is yourself and maybe you dont WANT to deal with some things but you CAN... and you dont HAVE to in a lot of cases

and i think.. this is what hope is.

its not wishing for things to get better or betting on luck or chance and ive NEVER understood those who think hope is VALUE LESS when

theres no point to continuing on without hope.

everything IS terrible all of the time for me but it doesn't HAVE to be and someday it WONT be

and yeah in so many ways youre going to have to do it all om your own having nothing

and success seems impossible but

im not asking for success yet

im just asking myself to be kind to myself and help myself with my hardships, self inflicted though they may be, instead of beating myself up or giving up on myself

im asking for patience with myself and permission to fail and make mistakes and ne horrible because I don't know how to do anything else YET

I'm just asking myself to let myself learn and try and take ownership of myself along the way instead of pointing out all my flaws or trying to cut the "bad parts" out

its hard i know it is

and it seems pointless because it doesn't change anything but it does

it changed you and how you handle yourself which will change how you handle other things and

maybe that wont change anything but its got a better chance then salting the ground again.

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Luffenbby pt.2

"Wow that was a close one..." Jaune said, healing Penny with his hand. Normally healing abilities do not include robots, but Jaune was not healing her directly rather boosting her aura so she could repair herself. It wasnt a big injury. So Penny stood up just fine after a few minutes. "Thank you sooo MUCH Jaune! I knew from the moment I met you that you were NOT useless! Unlike what Weiss said."

Jaune looked a bit hurt. "What did Weiss say??"

"M-My bouncy castleeeee...!" Nora sobbed, staring at the shredded mess. It looked like someone had slammed through the whole thing at high speed causing it to quickly deflate. "We were gonna have so much FUN on it! It was a cheer up present from my Renpai!"

"Hey look at those two sparring. HI RUBY!" Yang, the last one there, called out. Ruby looked and shouted "HELP!" Before being kicked in the back of the head. Ruby fell to the grass knocked out finally.

"Did she just... Grr, theyre not sparring! NEO GET BACK HERE!"

Neo ran as fast as she could. But while Yang, Jaune, and Nora were slower than she was, a shot from Glyndas riding crop was not. Neo collapsed and rolled before coming to a stop in the grass.

"What is going on over here?!" She demanded, marching up with an annoyed look on her face."

"I dunno, just got here." Jaune answered. "Not you."

"Uhhhhhhh...." Ruby said woozily as Penny picked her up. Jaune came over and healed her right up while Nora and Yang went to pin down the stunned Neo.

"I am glad youre still here Neo. It would be a shame if you and Tasty Torchwick left."

Neo smirked with her eyes closed, despite the fact that she was being pinned down and had no way of overpowering the two of them. This was because Roman Torchwick had gotten away with all the diamond dust and would not have to worry about Glynda putting her hands on him again. He assumed she would be out soon as well, but unfortunately he was wrong about that. Neo had singled for him to escape while fighting Ruby, and since she seemed to be winning he went along with it. After all, if it came down to a chase Neo was far more likely to get away than he was.

But obviously she had been unable to.

"Where... Is Torchwick..." Glynda said, suddenly looking not so happy anymore. Neo made a silent giggle.

"HE GOT AWAY?!"

Neo was carried back into the main school building by Nora and Yang while being supervised by Glynda. Other students crowded around wanting to know what was going on.

"Why did they want to leave so bad?" Blake asked her girlfriend. "I dunno, maybe we should interrogate Neo about it and find out where Torchwick went?" Yang wondered. "That wont be necessary. Just take her to the cell and do not let her out unless I personally say so, understand?" Glynda insisted.

They did so, but after bringing her there it was just team RWBY and Neo.

"I cant believe you would hurt Penny... You seemed to like her!" Ruby said, glaring through the bars.

Neo didnt seem too proud of that and looked down as she sat on the bed.

"What reason could you possibly have that you need to get out of here THAT BADLY?!"

Neo made a writing motion with her hands.

"I think she wants to tell us." Blake said.

"And I want to put her over my knee for trying to escape AGAIN." Yang added.

"I always miss all the cool stuff!" Weiss complained.

"Here. Somebody get a notepad, I got a pen here."

"That is a marker Ruby." Weiss corrected.

"So?"

"You said a pen."

"I sign my name with it!"

"You draw a ruby."

"Im team leader I can sign things however I want!"

Blake brought a notepad from her room. Neo wrote down what Roman told her as they asked. Glynda said no interrogating but this was more just talking to her, Ruby thought.

Neo handed it over to them.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh my god..."

"Thats terrible!" Penny exclaimed.

"PENNY! Where did you come from?!"

"I was using mining dust to get the diamond dust off my backpack, and was going to announce how happy I was! But I am not happy anymore, in fact, I am disturbed!" Penny explained to them.

"W-What should we do about this...? Glynda is our headmistress now... So we cant get her fired..."

"Tell the police?" Penny asked. "Or General Ironwood? Hes coming to visit me today and I can tell him."

"No Penny... This is a problem we need to settle ourselves."

"But why?" Penny asked, bending toward so that her face was closer to Ruby.

Ruby sighed. "Youll understand someday..."

"I dont get it either, but youre the boss sis!" Yang said with a shrug.

"Whatever we do, I think we should be nice to Neo." Weiss said. "In fact I think she should be given to the Vale Police instead of staying here under Glyndas authority. Who knows how severely she will punish Neo?"

"Weiss, she put a hole in Penny!"

"Yes, and I do agree that is a terrible thing to do but she couldnt just let Glynda have her way with Roman right?"

"I guess not..."

"You seem awfully concerned with Neo, Weiss." Blake said.

"Yeah well... I still feel bad. And anyway it would be cruel to leave her with Goodwitch."

"Stop talking about her, shes coming!" Hissed Blake.

Glynda Goodwitch walked up to them with her Riding Crop out. "Hello children. I am sure we dont need all five of you to guard Neo... Now whats on that notepad there?"

"Nothing!" Ruby squeaked and zipped away. Yang giggled. "Its her diary ma'am." She lied.

Glynda smiled. "Cute. Well, back to your studies. Except you Penny, you stay and stand guard. Whatever happened to that Cardin boy who was supposed to be watching Torchwick?"

"Dunno ma'am." Yang said.

Goodwitch walked away and they all sighed in relief.

Weiss pointed where Ruby dashed off to. "Lets go, I bet Ruby has a plan."