#there was an extra part to the argument that I doodled that I felt was a lil too dark. but Norman implies it-

[archersartcorner]

Some more old doodles I went ahead and cleaned up on procreate. I love slangst (slug angst) and slump (slug whump) :-)

[demonslayedher]

"Grandpa Kokushibo" AU

This started as a simple little joke in those Muichiro doodles. And then it was just supposed to be a simple little drabble. A simple little Crack Fic. But next thing you know...

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“You… you are my descendent…”

“…huh…”

Six flaring eyes loomed over Tokito, the two in the middle etched with writing. Upper Moon… One…

“Those eyes…”

Having been so locked on the demon’s eyes, he didn’t realize at first that it was talking about his own. “…huh…?”

“…They’re red… a sign… a Kakushaku-no-Ko… you have… potential…”

“……huh…..”

“Become… a demon…”

“…huh………. Huh!?”

With little recourse to convince the demon to leave like he might attempt with a bear or a boar, Tokito brought the demon home. “Sweetheart? I, uh… a relative of mine is visiting.”

His wife, whose complexion was lovely even without the luxuries of make-up, smiled up sweetly from where she knelt, with their two young sons asleep on the futon before her. “You still have family? What happy news---”

The demon, Kokushibo, bowed lowly so that he could fit inside the door. “Good evening,” he said.

“…G…Good evening,” she gawked, her soft green eyes wide and locked. “A… a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure… is mine.”

“Uh, so, it seems this is my great-grandfather of sorts. A great many ‘greats.’ A few centuries’ worth of ‘greats.’ What a coincidence that we’ve just run into each other.”

“It’s no… coincidence. I have… always been searching… for Sun Breath users…”

Tokito smiled with his face like puddy. “Sun Breath? What’s that?”

“…to kill them…”

Tokito and his wife shared a “ghh!!” as their throats tightened.

“I did not expect… to find the remains of the Tsugikuni Clan… out here… in this… dump…”

“I, uh, I sort of recall that name being way back in the family. But on the wrong side of the war, you know? We haven’t been a warrior clan since the start of Edo times.”

“A pity… but… no matter… you will have… a greater master to serve…”

“Um! Uh! Would you like to meet your grandsons?”

“Honey, what are you—”

Six eyes widened. “Grandsons?”

“I have twin boys! I’m busy raising them, I don’t have any time for swordsmanship, haha! All I know how to do is swing an ax.”

“Heirs… are important… they’ll do no good… as children… You,” he looked to Tokito’s wife, whose eyes were swirling trying to follow his gaze. “You do it. You raise them. I’ll… train my descendent…”

“Train…?”

“You may have… the ability… to attain the Breath… of the Sun…”

“D---di---di—didn’t you say you were going to kill S-S-Sun Breath users?”

“Why would I… kill my descendent…?”

Tokito was doing his best, but he was hitting his limits for how many more surprises he could take that evening. “Listen, I… I only want what’s best for my family. I want to watch my sons grow up, and teach them how to live a simple life out here in nature. Ancestor or not, we want nothing to do with demons.”

“My dear,” his wife said, some surprised admiration in her tone.

“I have to ask you to leave.”

“I cannot.”

“You will take ‘no’ for an answer!”

“I cannot,” Kokushibo stressed. “The sun is rising. Sunlight… will kill me…”

“…ah… oh. That’s a problem.”

“I’ll remain… here…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t have you do that. You’re a demon, and—”

“Defy me… and I will kill your family.”

“---GHH!” the Tokito couple swallowed harder.

----- The boys woke up to find a demon quietly sitting cross-legged in the corner. Yuichiro cried, Muichiro stared. Tokito didn’t want to scare them, however rightfully they should be, so he smiled and introduced the demon as their grandfather. Kokushibo politely bowed his head. The boys were quickly accepting. In his heart, Tokito cried and begged the forgiveness of his religious parents for not teaching them a proper distaste for evil.

In a battle of will, Tokito would be easily outmatched. But for however many years Kokushibo had on him, he didn’t seem like a quick thinker. Tokito might be able to beat him in a battle of wits. He had an ability that was sure to ward Kokushibo off, if only he could wield it with the right timing.

“If you leave me no choice, Grandfather, then I guess I must learn this Sun Breathing swordsmanship you keep talking about! Maybe you’re right, maybe I do have potential! I’d like to think all my practice cutting down trees makes me adept with a blade,” he smiled, his hands proudly at his hips. “Will you take a look this evening?”

“Yes… I eagerly await… seeing your potential… my descendent…”

Tokito grinned. He couldn’t wait either. In the meantime, Yuichiro and Muichiro spent the daylight hours at either side of the unusual houseguest.

“Grandpa, you have flames on your face. Do those hurt?”

“They do not…”

“You have as many eyes as a bug. Why do you have so many eyes?”

“Because… I am… a demon…”

“It looks gross. With all those eyes, can’t you see it looks gross?”

“I can see… a great many things…”

“Why are there eyes on your sword? Can your sword see?”

“My sword is made with… my blood… its eyes… are my eyes…”

“Is your sword a bug?”

“What’s its name?”

“Kyokokukamusari.”

“Kyokko…”

“Kyokyaku…”

“Kyokyakoku…”

“Kyokukuka…”

“Your tongues… are young.”

When evening fell, Tokito put his plan into action. It took no special effort on his part, all he had to do was trust himself.

“Yahh! Yaahh!” he yelled as he swung his ax. “Yaah! Yar! Yagh! Yuh!! Ya—AHHH!” he spun around and fell down, nearly lopping off his own arm. Perfect!

All of Kokushibo’s eyes, even the ones down his sword were blazing on him, and he waited for Kokushibo’s reaction. There was no fooling those eyes, which made Tokito’s plan all the better.

That demon would know!

“You are very…”

“Yes?”

“Clumsy.”

Precisely! This would chase that pesky demon off, wouldn’t it?

“I can see… it will take… many years… to train you…”

…no.

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The centuries had made Kokushibo resilient to setback, and time flowed at a different pace for him. “Become a demon now… and you will have… all the time you need… to attain… Sun Breathing…”

“Now, now wait!” Tokito waved his arms. He had taken the full next day to get his wits rounded back up, while Kokushibo resided indoors again patiently allowing the curious bos to poke the eyes of his sword, proving to them he was too powerful to be harmed by their tiny fingers. Yuichiro contemplated poking Kokushibo in one of the eyes on his face, but he hesitated when all six were focused on him, and he cried and buried his face behind his hands. “Wait. Wait. You can wait, can’t you?”

“Wait… for what?”

“If it’s inevitable that I have to become a demon, can’t you wait for me to be a human longer?”

“What good is there… in being human?”

“I want to watch my boys grow up!”

“I am a demon… I see them… perfectly fine.”

“Well, I mean, but, no, I mean, like, out there, having a normal family life with them. Working in the mountains, coming home, making food.”

“A human body… is weak… and will starve… without food… A waste… of time… to constantly…. work… for… Your body… will grow old… and frail… Become a demon… and these concerns… will vanish…”

“You—you make a compelling argument, Grandfather. But being human is good too!”

“How… is being human… better… than being… a demon?”

“I, well… is… isn’t it weird to learn Sun Breathing if I can’t see the sun?”

The demon’s eyes, every last one of them, went wide. Tokito had him! “You’re… right…” he said, stunned.

“Haha, oh, Grandfather! It’s been so long since you’ve seen it that you must had forgotten about it! All the creatures of this world are meant to be touched by the sun’s rays, it’s the natural way of things. It’s a blessing.”

“Sun Breathing… may require… practice… under the sun…”

“Haha, it may take a while, but I guess I’ll have to do my best on my own.”

“I will… train you… at night… and by day… you will train… under the sun…”

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The arrangement seemed to be working a while. Whether Tokito trained during the day or not (he did not), his progress was slow. His wife had come to get accustomed to the situation, knowing she had to make the best of it until the demon hopefully got bored and left. Having the boys so entertained during the day helped her get a lot of extra work done around the house.

“Grandfather,” she addressed him. “We got a great catch for dinner tonight, look at the size of this fish! What part of the fish is your favorite? I’ll serve that part for you.”

“Demons… do not eat… fish…”

“Oh, how rude of us. What would better suit your tastes?”

“Demons… do not consume… human food… we would… vomit it…”

“Ahhh… oh. Well, we can’t have that.”

“Grandpa. Grandpa,” Muichiro tugged at his hakama. “Then what do demons eat?”

“Humans.”

Muichiro stared, and after what felt like a long time in human experience, his face flushed and his eyes welled with tears. Yuichiro pinched his cheek. “Don’t cry, stupid. He’s only teasing you.”

“…oh,” Muichiro, red-faced and cheek still stretched smiled with relief.

Their mother, meanwhile, was blanched white, the fish still flopping around in her stiff hands.

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“You’re not… making much… progress… could it be… you’re not… practicing… in daylight…?”

“Ah, ahhhh, yes, I’m afraid not,” Tokito sweated profusely. “That… that’s just part of being human. There’s so much work to do all day and then I have to sleep through so much of the night. I may never learn swordsmanship at this rate, hahaha!”

“Then hurry… and become a dem—”

“S-Sure must had been nice to be in a samurai clan back in your day, huh? Servants to do all the tedious chores and stuff so you could focus and train! May, maybe it’d be nice to hear some stories about when you were growing up! The boys would love to know their family history too, I’m sure!”

“…what chores…?”

“Oh, haha, oh, Grandfather! Did you not even know what chores were? What a charmed life—”

“What chores?” he stressed.

“Uhh---well---chopping trees, mostly.”

“Your ax… hand it to me…”

“Uhh… yes, sir.”

“I will chop your trees… so you… may advance… in your training…”

“Ye… yes, sir.”

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They had an excess of very high-quality wood on a regular basis. It sold so well on Tokito’s occasional trips into town that he found himself with more money than he ever had in his life. “Use it… to buy food…” Kokushibo instructed him. “Nourish your family… with it… buy warmer clothes… save your labor…”

Tokito had been raised being told that demons were evil, but he began to question that. They were all part of a world beyond humans, populated by Buddhas and Tengu and foxes, who was to say that their nature was entirely evil?

All at once, one night after months of the demon’s constant presence, he disappeared. Tokito and his wife cried with relief, and Tokito vowed to use the gifts the supernatural ancestor bestowed on them to raise his family well, and to never forget humility in the face of things outside their human experience.

But then he came back the following night.

“G-Grandfather,” he trembled. “Y-y-you’re back.”

“I went out… to feed. Now… continue… your practice…”

Inside, his wife cried on behalf of them both, for Tokito was too scared to anything but obey.

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Two years went by. With no choice, Tokito could not help that his swordsmanship improved. “Hhm,” Kokushibo nodded with approval. “Soon… I shall… find you a sword… no longer… a wooden one…”

“Aw, you don’t need to trouble yourself, Grandfather!”

“It is… no trouble… to steal one…”

“Well, what I mean is, I’m still so clumsy! Hahaha! Sure would be a waste of effort to kill myself by accident, wouldn’t it?”

“Hmm… you are right…”

“Hahaha!”

“I will… make you a demon first…”

“No! No, wait! I’ll keep practicing, I’ll keep practicing! Let’s hold off on a real sword until I’m ready!”

“You are… delaying… the inevitable…”

“And you are exceedingly patient, Grandfather!”

“That person… is not… so patient… he watches… and tells me… to hurry… and be done… with you…”

“Ghh!” he gulped as he went pale. He should never had forgotten his humility facing that which was outside human experience.

“Gra-a-a-a-nd-paaaa!” came a voice at the door of the hut. “Come fold origami with us!”

“I would… rather play Go…” the demon answered as he turned around and answered the summons.

“Go is boring!”

“You will… appreciate it when you are older…”

His wits. Tokito had to keep thinking with his wits.

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Another year went by. Kokushibo remained outwardly patient, but once again made mention of ‘that person.’

“He has… more tasks for me… than to be here… tonight… I will grant you his blood…”

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Tokito raised his voice at him. This was it. He had to enact his next plan. “What are all these ‘tasks’ anyway? You still take plenty of time away to be a hitman, what else could he possibly have you do?”

Kokushibo answered very simply. “Look for… the blue… spider lily.”

“Ha! Spider lilies aren’t blue, everyone knows that,” sneered Yuichiro.

“The spider lilies are all dead,” said Muichiro. “It’s winter.”

If Kokushibo had twelve eyebrows, he would had raised them in their direction. “I… see… winter… of course… they must… be seasonal…”

“Are you senile, Grandpa? Of course they’re seasonal. They only grow in autumn.”

“You see big patches of them all of a sudden!”

“Autumn… of course… how could I… had forgotten…”

“That’s to be expected, don’t be so hard on yourself, Grandfather,” Tokito’s wife sweetly smiled to him. “They’re a daytime flower, it must be so long since you’ve seen them.”

“Daytime… yes… of course… they’re under… the sun… no wonder… it’s been… impossible… for demons… for a thousand… years… that person’s… blood… is swelling… within me… with… frustration…”

With the rising tenseness in Kokushibo’s voice, Tokito’s muscle sprung with their own tension. “N-no wonder! How sad! How sad that demons can’t go under the sun! I hope I never—”

“That person… will give you… more time. For you… must search… in the daytime…”

“Ghh…” he swallowed. “Y… yes, sir.”

“That’s stupid,” said Yuichiro. “You’re not going to find any in winter.”

“Yes… it’s stupid. You will… search next autumn… and train… until then… and…”

“……….and……….?”

“Play… Go… with me. These rascals… have no… appreciation for… Go…”

“It’s boring, Grandpa!”

“I’m trying, I can’t remember all the rules!”

“Let’s play Shogi instead!”

“Fine… lay the board… let’s play Shogi…”

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Two more years passed. Tokito had reprieve from his training during the autumns to search for the blue spider lilies, and one untimely fall in those searches gave him a much longer reprieve from training. His leg was badly broken, and he spent most of the winter bedridden.

“Haha… I’m still so clumsy…” he laughed, covering up that he also wanted to cry.

“And now we have to do all your work,” grumbled Yuichiro.

“Are you still in pain, Dear?”

“A… a lot, yes…”

“Become… a demon…”

“N-no! I’m still so clumsy, I haven’t mastered any of the Sun Breath yet!”

“I don’t want Daddy to get hurt anymore,” Muichiro said with tear-stained eyes. “Next autumn, I’ll go look for the flowers instead.”

“Ghh!” Tokito and his wife looked to him, helpless to tell their son to stop.

“Very good… a good child…” Kokushibo patted his head. “You will… be useful… to that person… too…”

It had to stop. Tokito needed to hurry and eliminate this demon, for the sake of his family.

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The following autumn, his leg still bothered him. On most days it was fine, but when it rained or when he climbed too stiff of an incline, the pain kept coming back. He could not use it as any excuse to skip his training, though, for Kokushibo would use that as an excuse to rip him from his humanity.

He kept up the training, as well as ventured out through the mountains to search, and ventured down the mountain periodically to sell the wood that Kokushibo cut. On one of those trips into town, he overheard the gossip.

“I heard it was demons.”

He froze to the spot and listened. He knew it wasn’t Kokushibo, for he was careful not to cause any incidents that would inconvenience the Tokito family—a strange thing that Tokito was sorry for being grateful for. But, perhaps if an incident had occurred closer to them, he’d have heard the following gossip sooner.

“The Demon Slayers are sure to catch it.”

“Demon Slayers?”

“Swordsmen with the sun in their blades, they fight with Breaths to take those monsters down.”

Breaths! Like Sun Breathing!

“Um!” he butted in. “How can I find these Demon Slayers?”

“How? We don’t know. Do you have a demon on your hands, Tokito?”

“…Ghh!... N… No…” he bit his lip and rolled his eyes back to avoid looking at them as he lied.

Maybe there was someone out there who could help him. But how would he find them without raising Kokushibo’s suspicion? The stress made it hard for him to sleep and gave him headaches. His could not risk any talk of this at home, but his sweet wife could see how it pained him, and she whispered with a light cough to let her and the boys take care of searching for the blue spider lilies.

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His wife fell ill. A common thing, for humans.

“I’m sorry, Grandfather. For now while I’m still human, I still have human responsibilities to my family. I need to find medicine for her. I’ll be back after I go fetch a herb that will help.”

“You know not where… to find… the blue spider lily… but know… the location… of… a little… herb…?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

“It’s… raining…”

“I know exactly where it is.”

“Where… is it…”

“It grows on the side of a cliff near here.”

“You… know… of plants… on a cliff… but not… the blue… spider lilies…? You… wreak… of… a liar…”

Tokito ran cold.

“And… to think… someone… as… clumsy… as you… would… try… in this… weather…? You…”

This was not the time for everything to crash and fail. His wife’s lungs were in a bad state, if Kokushibo were to do something to him now—

“…are… more… idiotic than I thought… stay here… my… stupid descendent. No wonder… you take… so long to progress…”

The demon very soon returned, unbothered by how his clothes and hair left dripping wet pools throughout their home. He did not know which herb it was so he had cleaned the cliffs of them, allowing Tokito to sort through and pick out the ones that would help. Tokito made them into a medicine to treat his wife, and while it eased her coughing over the following day, she was still in a worrisome state. Kokushibo rolled all six eyes before leaving again that night, returning very close to dawn with his hands full of medicines. “Something… in these… ought to do it…”

It took a little careful trial and error, but a few of them turned out to be very effective, and she soon made a complete recovery.

And now, Tokito had a debt to pay.

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He made progress in Sun Breathing. Something was breaking through, making sense in his muscles. Kokushibo watched all the more silently with each night. They both had the sense that there was a change coming soon. Tokito was on the last of his wits.

The time Kokushibo spent around his sons, influencing them… it likewise had to end.

“Grandfather,” he asked, his forehead against his thumbs. “Where do we go once I can no longer be in the sun?”

“You can reside here… as long as that person… allows you to… you want… to watch over your sons… do you not…?”

“I don’t know that much about demons. But if I become one, they’ll be in danger, won’t they?”

“…I will make certain… no harm… will come to your family…”

Tokito closed his eyes with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“Of the two of them… Muichiro… may also… be of use… to that person…”

“Ghh!” his whole chest tightened as much as his throat.

He had let this go on too long. How could he find them? How could he find the Demon Slayers? How could he do without ‘that person’ knowing?

----- The sun! Whatever action he took, it had to be under the protection of the sun!

“Tokito, good to see you!”

“It’s been months!”

“You had us worried.”

And humans! There was a strength in humans he couldn’t forget, and must always find himself humbled by. Anything he could ever accomplish on his own was so small, but with the help of more people! “Thank you for keeping us in mind! My wife fell ill a while, but she’s recovered now.”

“Psst. Are you still, you know?”

“You know?” another one asked, biting her lip and rolling her eyes back a second. “You know?”

“Ah… ah!! Yes!”

“Not to worry, lad,” an old man patted his shoulder. “Your family’s fallen on hard times, and that’s a shame. We’ve spread word of your family, and it’ll reach the right ears soon.” With a grin, the old lady next to him pointed to a crow flying overhead.

“Ahhh!” his eyes watered, and he bowed so low his face nearly hit his knees. “Thank you so much!”

“Hold your head up, young man. Do your roots proud!”

Yes. Even if his roots were Kokushibo, he could not allow himself to lose his humanity. There was still hope!

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Tokito had to protect his family. This Breath had a power, a power strong enough to make ‘that person’ want to rid the world of anyone who could use it. Maybe it was ungrateful to hone it as a gift to his eventual rescuers, a weapon that they might use.

A weapon they might use against Kokushibo, the ancestor who had spent years teaching it to him.

After a long day of training in the rays of the sun and well into the night, Tokito returned to his home, already dark inside. Muichiro and Yuichiro were wrapped up in their futon and using Kokushibo’s knees for pillows. All six of his eyes opened slowly, focused solely on Tokito. “You’ve… grown much stronger… it’s time soon… for a sword…”

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A knock came at the door. “That’s odd,” his wife blinked her big green eyes to it. They were not used to visitors.

“I’ll get it!!” Tokito shouted with a smile and bounded over to it. Their cry for help had been answered! It had to be buff, strong swordsmen, ready to rescue them and eliminate the demon—

He pulled wide the door, and against the light, there was the silhouette of two small children, and a demure lady in a traveling kimono.

No, this was wrong. Something was wrong. There was something special about these people, but they were not the Demon Slayers he waited for. As his breath tightened, the woman searched his face with growing concern. One of the children at her side looked inside the house, starting first on the woman with the big green eyes, and then the two identical children with long hair, staring back at the door while their Go board was illuminated by the outside light, and then to the dark corner of the house, where a demon sat and stared back.

“Ubu… ya… shi… ki?”

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(((And then, the author who only wanted to write a short crack fic, put the fic away, scared by the evil she had unleashed.)))

[barbaracleboy]

Made a little writing thing for the birthday of @wingusmcdingus​, and I even made a doodle to go with it! Hope you lot like this, and maybe consider wishing wingus a Happy Birthday. He’s a cool dude, nice and funny.

(Story under the Keep Reading)

Queen Bianca was initially apprehensive about going on this “Blind Date”: while she had been a little stressed recently, and did feel that a new relationship could help ease said stress, she couldn’t help but think the idea of going out with some random person wasn’t the best one. She did anyway, though, because she assumed that her date could very well be a nice fellow. She wasn’t expecting him to be banned by over 7852 restaurants and over 32 entire brands of supermarket.

Bianca was sitting across from her date, the Pale King of Hallownest, and while part of her was thinking where the fuck her life went wrong to reach this moment a lot of her was trying to focus on his cute loo-nah, he’s pretty ugly, tbh.

Pale King:...So the chick poop squeezer told me  “I’m married, you butthungry manlet.” , thus encouraging me to do a little dance in an attempt to seduce her. Bianca: (Ready to devour the vase of flowers on the table, vase included) Mhm.

Pale King: Unfortunately, her husband came  and broke my legs. My legs are broken, by the way.

Bianca: Then how do you walk?

Pale King: Sheer willpower, bebe~

Bianca just nodded before she grew a pair of thumbs and started fiddling with them, desperately hoping that the waiter would come with her and her date’s order already. Bianca:...Y-you know, my friends have-good gods, what are you doing?

Pale King was drinking from a bottle of Thousand Islands sauce, as anyone with decent vision could plainly see.

Pale King: Gettin’ my sip on, girl. Anyway, how’s your sex life?

Bianca just stared at him a little but then shrugged it off: she had brought her usual bottle of Gatorade for herself, after all, and nobody’s told her off for it yet.

Bianca: Err, fine. I’ve had good times with my drones, they’re nice men.

Pale King: Ahh, but can they do this?! Pale King jumped onto the table in an attempt to strike a cool pose but ended up destroying the table, spilling Bianca’s gatorade, and getting the decorative vase stuck in one of his eye holes. Bianca:...I’ve only had one who could do that.

Pale King: (Gets up like nothing happened) Then clearly I’m one in a million, girl. Clicks tongue. Y’know what I like? Big women: my wife is a giant huge-ass tree, and-

Bianca: Wait, you have a wife? Would this date make me a homewrecker?

Pale King: No, she actually kinda hates me. My side wife and our daughter also hate me, but “such is life”, as the mehicanos say.

Bianca: Oh my. I had a daughter who had the biggest feud with me and the rest of my children. She was intensely unhappy about how we treated her and her ideals, to the point that she left us, and I personally felt so guilty about it. She showed us how wrong we were with how successful she and her friends were, and though it took some time she was able to form stronger bonds than ever with all of us, including her sister to whom she was once very close but had a nasty argument with!

Pale King: Cool, I kill my kids.

Bianca:

Pale King: Funny story, one time I had this one kid and-

Bianca started thinking about that time she heard that Mothiva had been bullying Vi and her friends. How she arranged a meeting on a remote island for them to meet (and Mothiva accepted the invite it because she’s a kiss ass) and how she shaved Mothiva bald before kicking her all the way back to Bugaria, leading to Mothiva bumping bumping her head on a rock and thinking she was Seth Everman for a month. Pale King:...And then I said “Heihachi, Whohachi?” and chucked ‘em off the cliff. I don’t, like, get extra mileage on my car from killing kids, though. I do it for very important reasons. “No price too expensive”, you dig?

Waiter: That isn’t even how your quote goes.

Bianca: HELLOMISTERWAITERCANYOUPLEASEGIVEUSOURORDERIDONOTMEANTORUSHYOUIAMSIMPLYFAMISHEDTEEHEE Waiter: Actually, I came to say that you two are kinda under arrest. See, the fork-looking dude is wanted in this country.

Pale King: Wait, which country is this? Waiter: The Virgin Islands

Pale King: DAMN IT, I KNEW THIS PLACE HAD A VENDETTA AGAINST A SEX LORD LIKE MYSELF!

Waiter: (To Bianca) And you’re under arrest for kinda harboring him or some-

Bianca grabbed the waiter by his lapels and chucked him out the building’s skylight. Everyone else in the restaurant quickly ran out too, afraid of what the Pointy-Headed Midget and Pointy-Bootied MILF would do next.

Pale King: Hot damn, gal, where’d you learn to do that?

Bianca: (Filled with enough rage to snap a Blue Whale’s neck) I’ve trained with my friends once or twice.

Pale King: That is sexy. Speaking of which, what say you and me go back to my place? It’s filled with buzzsaws. Very good for intimate moments~

Bianca: I am going to say fuck no to that. Actually, I think my life would be improved if I never saw you, heard of you, talked to you, looked at you, thought of you, or envisioned a concept vaguely similar to you ever again.

Pale King: Aw man, why?

Bianca: To be blunt as an atom BOMB, you are perhaps the most deplorable, despicable, and disgusting man I have ever had the displeasure of interacting with. Every word that has come out of your apparently nonexistent mouth has made me regret keeping my hearing in decent condition, your behavior makes me vomit in my mouth (and not honey, but legitimate vomit), and you knocked over my Gatorade. You cannot fathom the amount of willpower it is taking to not tear out my own stinger and impale your nuts with it like a one-third-eaten Hanami Dango.

Pale King: Oof.

Bianca: Yeah.

Pale King: Well, that’s unfortunate, but before you leave allow me to just say that out of all the middle-aged women I’ve met-

Bianca was staring at the burning restaurant, and at this moment she was in bliss. It wasn’t just because the Pale King was in there, head stuffed inside a tuba, either. She just genuinely loved looking at the fire.

Bianca: So this is why Vi loves arson so much! Did she inherit that from me? Can you inherit something from your parent if they don’t know of it in themselves?

Bianca stared a little longer before pulling out her phone and going to “Elizant (Bestie#1!!!!!! (four kiss emojis, seven heart eye emojis, six heart emojis, three flower emojis))” in her contacts. She started texting to her.

Bianca (Over Text): Hello, Elizant.

Elizant (Also Over Text): Bianca, hello! How have you been? I hope the date was good.

Bianca (Still Over Text): No, it was rather awful, unfortunately.

Elizant: (Also Still Over Text): Oh no, I’m sorry.

Bianca (Obviously Still Over Text): It is alright…give Vanessa a call, you and her come over to my hive to meet me. I wanna pay Sam a visit ;>

[Second doodle too, because I was trying to practice drawing PK and his head ended up way big and I found it funny.]

[amazingmaeve]

All to well ↠ Fred Weasley

━ “can i come over. i need to talk to you.”

summary ━ y/n and fred had an amazing relationship during there time at hogwarts. then he broke up with her then left. fred ends up calling y/n one night after the war because of his nightmares.

warnings ━ angst, insomnia, mentions of the war, depression, and fluff

a/n ━ some what based on all to well by taylor swift. also can relate to the dad part of the story.

word count ━ 6.2k

Ever since Y/N was young her fathers been her hero.

When she fell off her bike, her dad was there to swoop in and save the day. He put a bandage on her sore and kissed her forehead, reassuring her while she cried against his chest.

That was one she was 5.

After Y/N had gotten done with her tonsils being taken out. He was there holding her hand throughout it all. Her mom was there and Y/N was close to her but Y/N was an extreme daddy’s girl.

Her dad was there for when she got into Hogwarts and helped her with everything in her first year.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

When Y/N got back for Christmas she noticed how distant her dad was. He didn’t come in and read her a bedtime story or even to say good night.

Her mom was the one to do that. Y/N noted that she had bags under her eyes and even being 11 years old she could see how stressed her mom was.

Her mom reassured her everything was fine. But she didn’t believe her because one night during Christmas break, her mom and dad got into a huge argument. They were screaming and yelling at each other while Y/N stayed up stairs right by her door, tears strolling down her eyes listening to the people, who she thought loved each other so much, argue.

Y/N came out of the room with the stuffed animal her dad got for her fourth birthday, tears stinging her eyes. She heard someone come up the stairs loudly and angrily.

She looked up and saw her dad look straight at her and walk past her to her parents room. Y/N’s lip quivered as she saw her dad get his suitcase and pack everything, walked past her without even looking at her. He didn’t even say goodbye.

Y/N flinched as the door slammed and she heard her mother sob down stairs.

Y/N slowly walked down stairs hugging her bear to her chest. She saw her mom crying on the couch, tears coming out at a fast pace.

“Mommy,” Y/N voice wavered as she said it. Her mom's trembling body turned towards her with a shocked look. She tried wiping the tears so her daughter didn’t see as she walked up to her.

“Sweetie what are you doing up,” She asked, kneeling down next to her.

“Where’s daddy,” Y/N asked as her tearful expression brought some tears to her mothers eyes.

“It’s just us now baby,” Her mother wiped some tears away from Y/N’s eyes as they kept coming. Her mom's arms came to wrap around her hugging her while Y/N cried.

That’s when Y/N could never trust any man. Her father made such an imprint on her life that it made her not want to trust anyone. She was willing to give up love for it.

Christmas came the next day just Y/N and her mom and that’s all she needed.

For the next 5 years Y/N had to stay strong for her mom when she was at home. Y/N heard her mom cry herself to sleep when she was home and it broke her head. She hates her dad for what she did not only to her but to her mom.

Y/N stayed lonely for the next 5 years not wanting to get attached to anyone and break down again. It got lonely at some times but it helped with her studies.

Her mom was proud of Y/N. She’s got good grades and is even a prefect. She's everything she wanted her to be.

As Y/N walked down the halls doing her prefect duties as she noticed the Weasley twins playing around probably going to prank someone. Y/N rolls her eyes, she doesn’t know the Weasley twins all she knows is that they cause trouble and Y/N hates that.

“Weasley,” Y/N sneered walking up to the twins who had feared expressions on their faces.

“Actually Weasleys,” Fred corrected her with a smirk on her face. Y/N sighed out of annoyance.

“What are you doing up past hours,” Y/N impatiently asked while crossing her arms over her chest.

“Studying,” George shrugs innocently. Y/N lets out angry huff.

“Where’s your books,” Y/N asks, giving them a look. She didn’t understand why they were so damn popular they were getting on her never right now.

“In the library,” Fred starts to say as he looks Y/N up and down with a smirk on his face.

“Just stretching our legs,” George finishes with a smile. Y/N thinks on what to do and if they are studying she doesn’t want to ruin it for them.

“Fine but get to your dorms when you’re done,” Y/N sternly says, walking away from the twins hoping she did the right thing.

Y/N takes a deep breath leaning against the wall. She had to admit they were attractive and she’s always had an interest in Fred but acted in anything since she barely even saw him. And she didn’t get the butterflies that often.

It didn’t matter she wasn’t going to get her heart broken by a boy, or anyone ever again.

The next Y/N did her morning routine. Got dressed, put a little makeup on, get all of her books, and went to breakfast where she got her food and started eating.

Y/N was a perfectionist and always stuck to a routine and hated when someone ruined it.

As she was eating her toast two people sat on each side of her and she immediately knew who it was.

“Fred George,” Y/N greeted coldly, not looking up from her food to look at the twins.

“We just wanted to thank you for last night,” George began to say as he looked at the girl who didn’t look up from her food.

“It helped us big time,” Fred finished for his twin. Y/N had always intrigued him. She never talked to anyone unless she had to. Fred wanted to know what happened to her.

“Well you guys were studying right,” Y/N snaps looking from George to Fred.

“Who knows,” Fred innocently looks at her making butterflies erupt in her belly. She ignored them and rolled her eyes at the red head.

“Great so you lied to me,” Y/N sighs. She can’t blame them. She had a bad feeling in her stomach last night. She should have done something.

“Not exactly,” George giggles.

“Whatever,” Y/N grumbles. Her appetite is gone as she thinks about losing her role as a prefect.

She grabs her books getting up to leave since it’s almost time for her potions class. It’s her sixth year and she still hates potions.

Snape was a hard teacher to deal with. She had to be on time or points away from Y/H. So Y/N had to pay extra attention so she didn’t fail the class.

Y/N sat and got all her books out as students rolled in the class talking and chatting with each other. Meanwhile Y/N sat in her seat doodling in her note book trying to block out the noise. Unbeknownst to her a certain redhead was curiously looking at her.

Snape entered the class dramatically as always. Y/N closed her notebook getting ready to pay attention to the glass.

When she was taking notes Y/N felt paper hit the back of her head. She turned around to see Fred Weasley smiling at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes turning to face the front again. Y/N tried to ignore everytime Fred Weasley threw paper at her. It disappeared when it hit the ground so no evidence.

“Will you stop,” Y/N whispers angrily as he keeps throwing the paper at her. He holds up on defense.

“Miss Y/N do you have something you’d like to share with the class,” Snape's sharp tone seemed into Y/N’s brain.

“No sir,” Y/N shakes her head not wanting to get in trouble.

“10 points away from Y/H,” Snape snapped as Y/N looked down at the table. This was the first time she’s ever gotten house points away.

Y/N keeps her head down while Snape talks. She takes note trying to pay attention but it’s hard when she just got into trouble for the first time.

Fred didn’t try anything else with Y/N during the rest of the class and Y/N thanked god for that. If he didn’t that one more time she probably would’ve hexed him with something.

Snape dismisses everyone and Y/N grabs her books getting ready to go to her next class which is empty so she goes to the library to study.

“Hey Y/N wait up,” Y/N heard Fred yell which made her roll her eyes. She didn’t wait but Fred caught up to her anyways.

“What do you want Fred,” Y/N stops and looks up at the boy who gives her a charming smile.

“Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go and get a butterbeer tonight,” Fred says eagerly. Y/N can feel her heart racing again as the butterflies in her stomach start to flutter even faster than before.

“Why would I do that if you just got me in trouble,” Y/N asks, trying to hold all of her books up in her hands.

“I was just trying to ask you something,” Fred says happily as his eyes brighten while Y/N’s stay the same. Gloomy and uninterested.

“You could’ve done it in a different way,” Y/N mutters looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact with Fred.

“Here let me help you,” Fred grabs Y/N’s books. Y/N was about to interject and deny but he took the books out of her arms.

Fred didn't want to admit but he’s always been intrigued by Y/N. She was alway by herself and only talked to teachers, class partners and so on. Fred also never saw her smile which made him want to make her smile. She made him nervous for some reason.

He never got nervous around anyone.

He wanted to know what happened to her that won’t make her smile. Fred loves to make people smile. Especially people he likes/loves.

Y/N pinches the bridge of her nose. He’s being nice to her and she doesn’t want to be rude to him.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N retorted as Fred rolled his eyes at her stubbornness.

“Come on just let me help you,” Fred pleaded just wanting to be around her.

“Fine I’m going to the library,” Y/N gave in. She couldn’t say no to him and look him in the eyes at the same time.

They start to walk towards the library in silence til Y/N breaks the silence.

“I just wanted to apologize for being mean,” Y/N apologizes. She feels bad for being mean since he’s the one who’s helping her out. She doesn’t get that offer often.

“No need to apologize, you helped me and George out last night,” Fred sends her a wink which makes her shake head looking at the ground strolls on the ground, her heels clinking against the hardwood floor. He makes her feel things she doesn’t want to feel. She’s only known him for a day.

“I thought you were only studying,” Y/N corrects him trying to see if her gut reaction was correct.

“What do you think we were doing,” Fred avoids the answer, not wanting her to be mad at him. He doesn’t want to screw this up.

“I think you weren’t studying,” Y/N ponders, crossing her hands over her stomach as they stop in front of the library.

“You aren’t mad,” Fred asks astonished. He thought she’d lash out at him while kicking him in the balls.

“Just a bit, but we don’t know each other and I’m the one at fault. If I didn’t turn you in that’s my decision not yours,” Y/N explains running her hands through her hair. She pulls a few knots out while at it.

“Why did you let me and George go,” Fred speaks his mind. Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. Why did she do that?

“I don’t know,” Y/N answers, not looking at him. Fred gives her a smirk.

“So how bout that date,” Fred says, very optimistic. He hands her the books as he leans against the wall.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N stutters looking around. Maybe dating wouldn’t be so bad but what if something bad happens and he doesn’t care about her?

“Come on one date and if you don’t like it we don’t have to go out ever again,” Fred offers, making Y/N let out a sigh and for the first time in her life she lives in the moment.

“Sure pick me up at 8,” Y/N accepts running into the library not wanting to see his reaction or him to see how nervous she was.

Y/N sits down and lets out a tiny smile feeling a bit of happiness inside of her. Happy. She hasn’t felt that in a long time.

She’s just met him and she’s already very happy. She wonders what will happen next, hopefully more happiness.

All she hopes is that this feeling doesn’t go away.

For the rest of the day Y/N felt something she could describe as giddiness. She can’t wait for the date. Years ago if someone told her she would have been going on a date Y/N would laugh in their face.

Y/N didn’t believe in love. But maybe Fred can be the exception. No she’s not in love with him right now but if they start dating Y/N can see that as a possibility.

She gets ready with the best clothes she gots which is a dress her mother bought her. Y/N puts a little more makeup on to make herself more presentable.

Y/N prances down the stairs to the common room where she sees Fred sitting on the couch. His knee is bouncing up and down out of nerves. When he sees her he looks her up and down and notes how beautiful she is.

“You look beautiful,” Fred compliments her as she brushes some of her hair behind her ear. She smiles at him as he puts his hands outstretched wanting her to take it.

Y/N takes his hand and her heart races. She’s never been this nervous before, it’s a new sensation that makes her feel weird.

They talk on the way to Hogsmeade about their interest. What they have in common and what they don’t have in common.

Fred told Y/N about his and George’s dream to open a joke shop while Y/N listened fascinated. She’s never liked pranks but Y/N can’t lie when people like Malfoy get pranked on.

When they get to Hogsmeade he orders them some butterbeer while Y/N taps her nails against the wood of the table, nerves rattling in her stomach.

“You okay,” She heard Fred ask her as he sat the butterbeer down and took a seat next to her. He had a happy expression on his face as he looked Y/N.

“I’m fine just kinda nervous,” Y/N admitted taking a drink then looking at Fred who had a confused look on his face.

“Do I make you nervous love,” Fred asks with his signature smirk on his face.

“Maybe,” Y/N says looking at him. “It’s just my first date and I don’t want to screw this up,” She nervously laughs looking at her hands where blue nail polish is being picked off.

“I noticed,” Fred added and Y/Ns head snapped towards his direction.

“How’d you know,” Y/N asks, narrowing her eyes at Fred.

“It just seems like you never talk to anyone,” Fred confesses, making Y/N frown. She didn’t know anybody knew about this but then again Y/N always thought she would be invisible. “I didn’t mean to make you upset,” He freaks out as he notices the look on her face.

“I’m not, I just always thought I was invisible,” Y/N elaborated. “Guess I was wrong,” She smiles.

“Trust me Y/N boys notice you,” Fred laughs as Y/N narrows her eyes in confusion. Y/N barely talks to any boys unless it's for a school project. “Guys talk,” Fred admits seeing the confusion spread on her face.

Y/N made an ‘oh’ face.

For the rest of the night Y/N and Fred chatted and got to know one another. She knew that she wanted to see him again. She wanted to get to know him more and vice versa.

At the end of the date Fred leaned in to kiss her and Y/N paused for a second. She’s obviously never kissed anyone so when Fred kissed her she just froze. Until she moved her lips along with his copying his movements.

Fred put his hand in her hair and pulled her head closer. While Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck leaving nothing between the two.

Y/N takes a deep breath leaning out of the kiss. It was so passionate it made her feel like on cloud nine. Y/N noticed Fred looking at her and buried her face into his chest not wanting him to catch her embarrassment.

“You’re so cute love,” Fred chuckles, bringing his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.

From then on everything was bliss. Y/N started hanging out with Fred and George more often since Fred asked her out on their second date. On her prefect duties she tried to ignore the two pulling pranks not wanting them to get into trouble.

Even in her sixth year at school Y/N could only describe the feeling in her chest as love. She felt as if she was in love with Fred Weasley and she hoped he was feeling the same about her.

Y/N told him about her dad when they were in the last week of the year and sixth month into their relationship. She felt like she needed a reason to tell him why she was so closed.

“You know how closed off I was,” Y/N asks Fred pushing some of her hair behind her ear feeling nervous about telling him this.

“Yes feels like centuries ago love,” Fred says as he rolls his head to look at her. Fred was laying down in his bed while Y/N sat criss cross picking at the skin around her nails. Fred picked up on this and leaned on his arms to look at her.

“Hey what’s wrong,” Fred grabs one of her hands and kisses the top of it.

“My dad left me and my mom when I was young,” Y/N begins to explain. “He was my hero. He was my best friend and then one day around Christmas he just left,” She explains her eyes brimming with tears. “I never found out why,” She whispers as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Fred puts his hand on her cheek and wiped the tear away with a sorrowful expression on his face. He didn’t know this was the reason why she never talked to anyone. He thought she just hated everyone not this. Fred sits up to pull her into a hug as she sobbed into his chest.

Y/N didn’t know she still felt so strongly about the situation as buried her head into his chest.

“It was my fault,” She sobs into his chest. Fred comfortingly strokes her back.

“How can you possibly think that love,” Fred says, scrunching his nose. He pulls her back from his chest with a stern look on his face. “This is not your fault you were just a child darling,” He enveloped her cheeks between his palms.

“Then why’d he leave,” Y/N whimpers tears coming out of her eyes at a faster pace. Fred does his best to wipe away all the tears but they keep coming like a waterfall.

“I don't know love but all I know it’s not your fault,” Fred kisses her forehead. He lays both of them down and pulls her head to his chest as her sobs start to calm down.

“I love you,” Y/N whispers after a while and her voice is raw from the crying. Fred looks down at her shocked by her words.

Fred doesn’t know much but he knows that he wants to have the joke shop with his twin and that he is absolutely in love with this girl.

“I love you too,” Fred whispers, hugging her harder. Y/N leans up to kiss him and Fred holds her hand as they kiss pouring their love into that kiss. Fred's hands travel to her hair as they kiss for a minute.

Y/N smiles as they part and pecks his lips again leaning her head in the crook of his neck feeling exhausted from all the crying.

She falls asleep in minutes while Fred stays awake admiring how peaceful Y/N looks. She looks completely stress free and even though finals are down that doesn't mean there’s stress and Fred loves it when she just relaxes.

Fred falls asleep soon after his thoughts are filled of Y/N.

A week later they both parted to their houses where they sent owls to each other where they explained how much they missed each other. Y/N explained how the lake she visited reminded her of him.

When at Hogwarts Y/N and Fred usually laid in the field talking about their day or just making out. That of course if they weren’t in class.

Y/N often helped Fred with school work but it usually ended up in a make out session.

Meanwhile at the Weasley household they noticed a change in Fred. They noticed how much happier he was. Whenever an owl was delivered to the house Fred was the first to get it. He had a smile on his face as he read it.

They both couldn’t just wait to get back at school to see each other again. But what was waiting for them at school would make them wish they stayed in summer forever.

Professor Umbridge. Or as Y/N liked to call her an evil shrew.

Y/N was demoted from her prefect duties as soon as she covered for Fred and George. Y/N went to Fred rambling how much of a bitch Umbridge was.

Fred couldn’t have agreed more.

Throughout the year Y/N had Fred with her by her side which was all she needed. Fred was there for when she was demoted and she was there when he was taken off of the quidditch team.

Fred that year was extremely protective over Y/N. When she had the blood quill Fred almost went to curse Umbridge but she stopped him not wanting Fred to get hurt.

Y/N was also muggleborn which meant Umbridge used that against her. It didn’t bother Y/N that much since Umbridge was a blood supremacist. But it bothered Fred very much.

When Malfoy called Y/N a Mudblood, it didn’t bother her since she was so used to it, especially from Malfoy.

But when Fred heard about it he went to Malfoy and punched him square in the face.

“Fred why the hell did you do that,” Y/N snapped at Fred as she looked at his hand and cleaned up the blood.

“He had it coming angel,” Fred told Y/N. Angel was a new nickname Fred came up with over the summer.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N softly explained, wrapping his hands up in bandages.

“It’s not like we have quidditch anymore,” Fred sadly says rolling his eyes.

“Freddie,” Y/N says with a somber expression in her eyes as she cups Fred’s cheeks with her hands. She plants a kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry if I could’ve done anything I would’ve,” She says as she sits in his lap.

“It’s not your fault angel,” Fred reassures putting his hands on her hips gently massaging them.

Y/N leans in and kisses him, her arms on his shoulders as she does so. He kisses back his hands traveling up her back. As the kiss deepens he takes off her shirt leaving her in a bra.

After that Y/N takes off his shirt and they continue to kiss passionately. Her hands wrapped around his cheeks, kissing him harder.

Before anything else happened someone opened the door.

“MY EYES,” George screamed covering his eyes as Fred rolled his eyes at his twin. George ran out of the room. Y/N giggled at the boy.

“I have a question,” Y/N asks, getting her shirt back on.

“You already did love,” Fred teases, pulling the shirt over his head and back on his body. Y/N rolls her eyes smiling at him. “What is it angel,” He asks, walking over to her and pulling her into a hug.

“Will you always love me,” She asks, burying her head in his chest.

“Always,” He promises kissing the top of her head.

It was nearing the end of the year and Fred and George were sitting down on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. They were going over plans for the joke shop.

George was rambling on about something as Fred thought of Y/N. He knew what he had to do. Let her go so she wouldn’t get hurt. By Voldemort or Umbridge.

“Fred, what's wrong,” George asks, concerned for his twin.

“I have to break up with Y/N,” Fred says and the thought of doing it even nauseated him. But he had to do it for her.

“What,” George asks flabbergasted. Y/N and Fred were good for each other. George also knew about her past and also knew it would break if he did this.”You can’t do this,” George scoffed.

“I have too for her safety,” Fred says looking at his fingers.

“Fine but you’ll have to deal with consequences,” George states.

Fred nods and stands up going to Y/N’s dorm getting ready for this. But he doesn’t feel ready as he climbs the stairs.

When he reaches her room he takes a deep breath before opening the door but frowns when he realizes when she isn’t in there. She must be in the astronomy tower. That’s where she goes to think.

Fred runs to the tower wanting to get this done and over with so he doesn’t have to see her cry. Jesus he didn’t want to make her cry but it was inevitable.

Fred sees her leaning on the railing and watching the stars. Her hair flowing in the wind. Fred didn’t want to leave her but he had to.

“Hey Y/N,” Fred gloomily said as she turned around he noticed the happy smile on her face and hated himself as he knew that smile was going to be wiped off. He walks towards her

“He Freddie,” Y/N says smiling wrapping her arms around his shoulders planting a kiss on his lips. When he didn’t kiss her back she frowned. “What’s wrong,” She asks worriedly.

Fred takes her arms off his shoulders and she looks hurt as he does. “Me and Georgie are leaving to make a joke shop,” He explains.

“Dropping out,” Y/N asks and he nods and she nods at him as well. “It’s only a couple more months and we can be together again,” She says smiling. Y/N didn’t know what’s wrong but she had a bad feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was the look on Fred’s face.

“I think we need to break up,” Fred blurts out with a sorrowful expression on his face.

“What,” Y/N replies shocked. She didn’t want to break up with him. “It’s only a couple of months,” She tries to explain.

“I don’t want to be with you,” Fred snaps, making Y/N’s eyes water.

Why do the people she always loves leave her? Why can’t one person just stay and be there for her whether it was platonically like her dad or romantically like Fred.

“Okay,” Y/N says rolling her tongue in her mouth trying not to cry. But she can feel tears brimming her eye begging to be let out. “I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you because all it would end is in heartbreak,” She whispers, her lip quivering as tears start to cascade down her cheeks.

“Y/N-,” Fred tried to say as he approached her. She takes a breath as the wind makes her wrap her arms around herself.

“I knew it everybody in my life eventually leaves me,” Y/N lets out a laugh with tears still coming out. “And you said it wasn’t my fault,” She finally breaks down and lets out a choked sob.

“Angel-,” He tried to approach her tears glistening his own his.

“Don’t,” She whimpered, running away to her from where she finally collapsed on her bed sobbing into her pillow.

She should’ve focused on her studies and not let Fred in. If she did, she wouldn’t be here sobbing against her pillow curled up in a fetus position.

Y/N loved him so much and she thought he felt the same but she was wrong. She wished she had a time machine where she could’ve said no to the date.

If she would’ve Y/N would still be somewhat content. Now she’s just downright sad.

Fred promised her he would always love her. Y/N scoffed at the memories wiping the tears away but they kept coming.

When Fred left the next day with George she had to hold in the sobs so no one knew how bad she was hurting. They left with happy smiles on their faces as they left leaving a depressed Y/N.

Y/N finished school passing luckily. School kept her mind off Fred. It didn’t stop her from crying herself to sleep. And then she was finally out of Hogwarts.

Y/N got a job at a muggle coffee shop where she tried to rebuild her life. But things quickly fell again.

Her mom revealed to her that she had stage four breast cancer. Y/N was shocked she didn’t see the signs. She’s been so caught up with Fred she didn’t see her own moms pain.

Her mom reassured her it wasn’t her fault as Y/N cried against her moms chest.

For the next few months she was there for her mom and helped her with everything. When her mom was bed ridden she cooked her food and helped her bathe.

Y/N paid the bills with her unemployment and her money from the coffee shop.

Even in such a dark time for Y/N, her and her mom joke around. Her mom always made everything better for her.

Y/N would sometimes stay in the room in the rocking chair making sure she was okay. Y/N knew what was coming she couldn’t avoid. Her mom was going to die and she couldn’t prevent it. Y/N had to accept it. But she couldn't because her mom was the last person in her life that cared about her and she wasn’t ready to let go.

During the wizarding war Y/N stayed with her mom. She couldn’t do that, leave her all alone. Y/N had to be with her mom through the pain.

One morning Y/N woke up in the rocking chair. She opened her eyes stretching her joints before looking at her mom smiling. Then she noticed something.

“Mom,” She whispers worried as she shakes her hoping for her to wake. When she doesn’t Y/N starts to cry. “Mommy,” She whispers, shaking her hoping she wakes up. “Please wake up you’re all I have,” Y/N sobs as she hugs her mom. “You’re all I have left.”

Sobs rack throughout her body as she realized something. Everyone she’s ever loved left her. Her dad and Fred. And now her mom.

After a few more minutes of sobbing and hugging her mom she called the ambulance with tears running down her face. Voice hoarse from crying.

Y/N decided to cremate her mom and just to put a headstone so she could still visit. She put some of her mom's ashes in a necklace so she will always be with Y/N.

“I’m gonna miss you mom,” Y/N weeps as she places the flowers on the headstone. It was a sunny day contrasting her gloomy expression.

When Y/N’s mom died the war was over for a few days. Y/N didn’t worry about that since her mom was her priority.

For the next few months Y/N is almost robotic. She gets up, eats breakfast, goes to work, gets home, eats dinner, and then goes to sleep.

It feels like she can’t feel anything. She still cries herself to sleep. One day while at the coffee shop she sees some she recognizes.

“Y/N,” Fred says surprised. Y/N is too and notices he’s changed. He looks older in a good way. But Y/N doesn’t show her surprise as she stares at the red head.

“What will you be having,” Y/N asks in a monotone voice.

Fred notices something wrong with her. It doesn’t feel like the Y/N he knew. But that’s none of his business, he broke up with her.

“Just regular coffee,” Fred says quietly. Y/N nods walking away getting the coffee and walking back setting it down. “Thanks,” He smiles at her.

Y/N doesn’t say anything just walks away going to another customer. Y/N notices when she collects the money he gave her an extra tip. She rolls her eyes as she walks to the counter.

That night Fred has the same nightmare. Him dying with a wall falling on him. He wakes up in a sweat with a few tears rolling down his eyes.

Fred gets up to the phone book and looks for Y/N’s number and calls her shaking back and forth.

Y/N wakes up to a ringing and then realizes that it’s the phone. She lets out an annoyed sigh before answering it.

“What,” Y/N snaps.

“Hey it’s me,” Fred’s soft voice comes through the phone.

“Fred what are you doing calling me at,” Y/N sits up to check the time. “3 o’clock in the morning,” She sighs.

“Can I come over? I need to talk to you,” Fred asked desperately. Y/N doesn’t even know why she’s considering it. Maybe it’s the desperation in his voice that makes her worry.

“Fine,” Y/N sighs.

“Thanks,” Fred sighs out of relief getting ready then apparates to her front door and rings the doorbell.

Y/N gets her robe on and walks down the stairs. Her mother left the house in her will. She basically left everything in her will.

“Hey Fred,” Y/N sighs, opening the door wider gesturing for him to come in.

“I’m sorry for showing up so late,” Fred apologizes as Y/N goes to the kitchen to make them some tea to relax.

“Why did you even call me Fred you don’t even want to see me,” Y/N huffs before taking a sip out of her tea.

“I broke up with you for your safety,” Fred admits. Y/N scoffs not believing him. “I’m not lying, I didn’t want Voldemort or any other death eater to hurt you,” He explains with sadness in his eyes. “I know that’s not a good excuse but I just wanted you to be safe,” He pinches the bridge of his nose out of stress.

Y/N sighs and moves to the couch which Fred follows her with his cup of tea.

“Why did you even call me,” Y/N asks, leaning her arm on one of her cushions on the couch.

“During the war a wall almost fell on me and I almost died,” Fred explains making her eyes soften. “I keep having repeated nightmares over the situation and I thought talking may be able to help.”

“Oh Freddie,” Y/N cooes wrapping her hand around his cheek. “You know even being with me won’t cure this,” She explains rubbing his cheek.

“I know but it might help to have someone. I mean there’s George but I think he’s getting annoyed,” Fred lets out a little chuckle making Y/N smile. “Do you think I can have another chance,” He asks, a bit hopeful.

“Yes but we have to take it slow,” Y/N sternly says making Fred smiling

“Okay I can go with that,” Fred accepts that. “Where’s your mom,” He asks knowing this is her house.

Y/N’s face falls and Fred gets worried scooting over to her.

“Uh she died of breast cancer a few months ago,” Y/N admits, trying her hardest not to cry. She plays with the necklace with her mother’s ashes.

Fred pulls her into a hug and she rests her head on his shoulder as Fred comfortingly rubs her back up and down.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He whispers.

“It’s fine I think I’m finally starting to move on.”

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

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Dedication (Kita x reader) || Chapter 1

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader ➮ Series  ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 1057

The warmth under the covers made you extremely inclined to ignore your alarm, along with the heaviness of your body. Your eyelids refused to open as your conscience flowed back into your body, the calm serenity of sleep morphing into dread. The high pitch of the alarm clock never failed to annoy you to the point where you woke up; though, that was the point, wasn’t it? You lifted the covers, taking away the enclosure of warmth you so badly wanted to stay under. 

Grudgingly, you dragged yourself to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes as you filled the cup with water. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed downstairs. Your mom had gone to work already, leaving out the bread for you to toast. Still somewhat half-asleep, you didn’t even bother to toast it. It didn’t matter, as long as you got something in your stomach, so that you wouldn’t starve to death before lunch. 

When you finished, you half-heartedly got your feet out the door, on the way to school. You lived near, so it wasn’t much to walk. The route was the same as always, and you focused on the sidewalk. Your brain refused to handle anything more complicated, and so this was what you were going to think about as you made your way to the destination you did not want to be at today. Sometimes, some pebbles between blocks of sideblock seemed more interesting than others. You didn’t know why, no one knew why, it was just the vibe that made it different. Most people, even you, wouldn’t notice small things like that normally; maybe it was the sleepiness that allowed you to see it. 

It wasn’t long until you arrived at school. You headed to your shoe locker and changed your shoes like any other day, and arrived at your classroom. You waited a few minutes for class to start as usual, and you took the time to take a quick nap. You were awoken by the homeroom bell, signaling that the school day had started. 

Class was especially boring; you didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or whether the topic was just boring. At any rate, you had something else to think about. You had intended to join another club, and you had one in mind. Your old one, (club of your choice), had disbanded this year due to a lack of members. There were basically you and (b/f/n) in the club, and having only two people in the club wasn’t enough, sadly. So, you were going to apply to the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. You could definitely become popular when you did- there was an awfully high chance, but that wasn’t really the reason for joining. Many would say you had a crush on Miya Atsumu, which really wasn’t true, but he did seem like a bit of a fun person to just hang around. The real reason was that (b/f/n)’s uncle was their coach, and he was looking for a manager this year. You almost thought that it might be a good idea for (b/f/n) to become their manager, but you then remembered that she had miserably failed at the job and quit in your first year. 

You doodled on your paper as you half-listened to your teacher give her lecture. You took minimal notes, as your hands were busy filling the page with sketches instead of words. It wasn’t like it really mattered though; the topic was pretty easy for you. By the time class had ended, your paper had been entirely filled with a few good sketches, a few miserably failed. You didn’t mind though; it was better than trying to not fall asleep at the lecture. 

You went through the day, waking up at sometime a bit before lunch, but then got sleepy again after. It was just a thing that happened after lunch. It happened after dinner too; after you ate, your motivation hid and you didn’t want to do any work. You wondered why it didn’t happen at breakfast too; perhaps it was because you were already feeling in such a way. 

After school, you made your way to the volleyball gym, to inquire about the position. You didn’t know much too about volleyball particularly, and you still had time to choose a club for this year. This was the most interesting part of the day, and it was quite interesting to say the least. You had always loved watching sports games; they were exciting, but you had always been curious to see what exactly happened behind the scenes. 

You walked on your way there, appreciating a side of the school you hadn’t really been too. Your club room for the previous two years had been on the opposite side, and you had never really gone this way. It was a nice change of view; you could definitely get used to this. As you made your way near to the door, ready with questions about the position in your mind, you could hear a few yells from the same people, and the door burst open. You could feel the two heavy bodies accidently hit you, and an unfamiliar “pop” could be heard. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly, you kind of just sat there on the floor. The yells had stopped, and you could see two players looking at you, with a face that said, “Oops… that didn’t really happen… yeah…” 

You instantly felt the pain appear, your facial expression showing it. It’ll go away soon. You attempted to stand, and you miserably failed. One of the twins, Miya Osamu, gave you a hand and a “Ya okay?”, and you took it, still failing to stand. The pain was still there, and the longer it stayed, the less welcome it was. 

“Ya better not have hurt someone,” a voice came out of the gym. You turned to see Kita Shinsuke, one of your classmates. Oh, he’s in the club. Cool. You were still sitting on the floor, and by this time, you accepted that it was difficult to get up. You heard the twins with their muffled “I’m sorry,” and they had completely calmed down from their argument. 

“I’m so sorry about that,” he approached you. “Let me take ya to the nurse’s office.”

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Simple Stars - part 2

Summary:  [Y/N] has found her soulmate.  But, it turns out that he’s an asshole.  Will they make amends?

Word Count: 2575

Warnings: slight angst??? a couple of swear words

Due to popular request, here is part 2 to “Simple Stars”  I wanted to add another day or so between when shit goes down and when Tsukki and the reader finally talk, but this would have ended up being like 5000 words!!  As always, let me know what you think!!  Your feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!

Part 1

~★~

  Part of you was happy that no one chased after you.  There was another part of you that was disappointed.  You knew that your soulmate was mean, so why did you still want him?  Why did the universe have to do this to you?  That night, you barely got any sleep.  Time was spent either crying or wondering why the universe hated you so much.

  Needless to say, you woke up the next morning feeling more tired than ever.  The day was spent simply going through the motions.  Although, you made an effort to not draw on yourself.  When lunch came around, you realized that you had forgotten your lunch at home.  Today was turning out to be one of the worst days of your life.

  Sighing, you stretched your arms above your head.  You debated on whether or not to dig through your bag for some extra cash.  Maybe you could get something from one of the vending machines.  Before you could reach to dig through your bag, Yachi tapped on your shoulder.

  “Are you alright?”  Her question was sincere, but you weren’t in the best mood.

  “Do I look okay?”  You snapped.  Noticing the look of shock and hurt on her face, you speak up again.  “I’m sorry.  I’m just tired.”

  “We both know that’s not true.  Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”  You begin to protest, but she slaps some money on your desk.  Sighing, you grab the money and stand.  What did you do to deserve such a good friend?

  “Lead the way, just not in front of the gym again.  I don’t want to deal with him.”  She simply smiles and leads you down the hallways of the school.

~★~

  Once Yamaguchi explained to the team why you ran away, everyone was scolding Tsukishima.  He did realize that he messed up, but he refused to admit it.  The idea of soulmates was nothing but an annoyance to him.  Someone who you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with?  What bullshit.

  So why was he feeling like a small part of him died?  He reasoned with himself.  Saying that he was only so upset because the team teamed up against him and banned him from practice until he made amends.  Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true.  He felt so horrible because he could feel a small fraction of the emotions that you were feeling.

  Did he really hurt you that bad?  Had he really just fucked up the one good thing that this life was willing to give him?  He spent most of that night trying to drown out your emotions.  He tried listening to music on full blast.  He tried studying to get his mind off of the things that he felt, but it wouldn’t work.  Instead, he ended up crying himself to sleep, much like you did.

  When he woke up, part of him was hoping that you had written to him.  Even if it was just those stupid stars that he threw such a fit over.  Anything.  Tsukishima wasn’t one to get overly emotional, but he couldn’t help himself.  He spent his morning sulking, trying to get his indifferent mask back on.  It didn’t work, no matter how hard he tried.

  Yamaguchi definitely noticed the difference with his friend.  However, whenever he tried to bring the difference up, he was quickly shut down.  Tsukki went through the day as normal, much like you did.

~★~

  The walk to the vending machines was quiet.  Neither of you bothered to fill the silence.  It wasn’t until you finally reached the vending machines, that Yachi broke the silence.

  “Talk to me.”  Her voice was soft.  It was like if she spoke too loud, you would break.

  “I wish I didn’t have a soulmate,” you lied.  Right now it was easier to lie to yourself than to face the truth.  Maybe if you lied to yourself enough, you could get over this.  That wasn’t how it worked, but you were desperate to stop hurting.

  “Your soulmate is your other half.  The person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with.  It’s gonna be just like any other relationship.  There are going to ups and downs, but in the end, you both know that it’s going to work out.  Do you really want to spend the rest of your life sad and alone because of one little argument?”  She was right.  No matter how much you wanted to deny it, Tsukki was your other half.  The person you were destined to spend your life with.  But that still didn’t give him any right to hurt you like he did.

  “I just… I’m not sure what to think right now.  On one hand, my heart wants to forgive him.  On the other hand, my brain keeps telling me that I don’t deserve to be treated like that.”  There was your dilemma.  The battle between your heart and your brain.  “Realistically, I know that I should just forgive and forget.  It would be better for the both of us.  I think I just need a little bit of time to process.”  At first, you didn’t want to talk about what happened.  You wanted to deny everything and go back to normal.  However, it was better to talk.  It was better to get your thoughts out there than to keep everything in your head.  

  You both take a moment to bask in the silence.  Yachi struggles to find the right words to say.  So instead she hums in approval.  She understands that you’re hurting, and she respects it.  “Let’s head back to the classroom.”  Yachi chooses to end the conversation there.  She packs her lunch up and waits for you to follow suit.  When you finally do, she gives you a small smile and walks alongside you.

~★~

  The last half of the school day comes and goes.  There was too much on your mind to properly focus, so you doodled instead.  You tried to keep your pen on your paper, but there were a few times when you couldn’t help yourself.  It wasn’t as bad as usual, but there were a handful of stars on your arms.  Would Tsukki get mad again?

  “[Y/N]-chan, why don’t you stay after school with me?  I’ll let you copy my notes and we can walk home together.”  Yachi spoke as soon as the bell rang.  You really had to stop spacing out so much.

  “Yeah, I’ll be in the library.  Text me when you’re done cleaning up, I’ll meet you at the entrance.”

  “You can just sit in the gym again,” she offers.  “That way we can just go from there,” Yachi quickly finds an excuse.  Like hell you’d go back there.  Not after last time.

  “I’m sure you know why I’m gonna say no.  There’s no way.  I’m not ready to see him again.”  You really weren’t.  At this point, you knew what you had to do, but you weren’t ready.  Not yet.

  “Alright.  I’ll see you later.”  Yachi relents.  You both pack your bags and head your separate ways.

  Your walk to the library was quiet.  It was nice to be alone again.  Once in the library, you unpack your notebook, pens, and Yachi’s notebook.  You spend a while copying notes, until someone sits in front of you.  There were plenty of seats open, so why did this person decide to sit right by you?  Curiosity gets the best of you and you look up and glare.

  “Why are you here?  Don’t you have practice?”  You sneer.  Of all places he could be, he had to be right here in front of you.

  “I’m skipping today,” he explained simply.  He didn’t look at you.  Instead, his eyes were on anything but you.  The walls, the books on the shelves, other students, anything but you.

  “Uh-huh.  Like I would believe that.  What happened, did they kick you out,” you questioned mockingly.  Finally he looks at you.

  “Tch.  I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me to be here.”  He said to you, matching your glare.

  “Then why are you here?  I thought I was too annoying for you,” you reminded him.  If he wants to talk to you, you’re gonna remind him of what he did.  Of how he hurt you.  The least he could do was apologize.  He’s the reason why you two were in this mess to begin with.

  The librarian shushed the both of you.  A small apology escaped your lips.  While you were momentarily distracted, Tsukishima snatched your pen from your hand.

  “Hey!  Give that back!”  What was wrong with this dude?

  “[L/N]!  Out!”  The librarian yelled.  Before you could protest, Tsukishima grabbed your stuff and dragged you out of there.

  “What the hell?  What’d you do that for?”  You yelled at him, snatching your wrist back.  So much for copying notes in a peaceful area.  Tsukishima walked off before he responded.

  “Well, are you coming or not?”  The smirk on his face made you want to hit him.  But, you followed him nonetheless.  He still had your stuff, after all.

  “Where are we going?”  You questioned.  

  “You’ll see.  Hurry up or I’ll leave you behind, short stack.”  Now he was calling you names?  What the hell was this guy’s problem?

  “Just because you’re a bean pole, doesn’t mean I’m short,” you defended.  He merely hums and starts walking faster.  “Hey, you jerk!  Slow down!”

~★~

  When he finally stopped, you were by the gym.  There was no escaping this place, huh?  Things were still quiet.  Neither of you had bothered to make further conversation.  Instead of wasting time sitting in silence, you decide to resume copying Yachi’s notes.  Digging into your bag, you take out both notebooks and a couple of pens.  Though, your favorite pen was not in its proper spot.  You check your backpack 3 or 4 times before letting a huff of frustration out.

  “Hey have you seen…”  The words die in your throat as you look over to see Tsukishima drawing on his arm with it.  “Hey!  I thought you hated when I drew on my arms!  Why do you get to draw on yours?”  You reach over to grab the pen from his hand.  He quickly finishes writing and stands up, holding the pen above his head.  Instead of looking like a fool and jumping up to reach it, you punch him in the stomach and snatch it when he bends over.

  “What the hell was that for?”  He clutches his stomach.

  “That’s what you get for hurting me and stealing my favorite pen,” you explain smugly.  Soon your smile dies down and you remember the hurt that you were feeling not too long ago.  With fists clenched at your side, you glare at him once more as you fight the tears that were coming back.  “Why?”  You sniffle.  “Why would you write that?”  At this point your sorrow had come back, full blast.

  He hesitates, still clutching his stomach.  “Because you were being annoying.  I was getting tired of washing off all of your little doodles before practice.”  He sits back down next to you, this time closer than before.

   “Why would you wash them off?  Is there a rule against it?”  You wanted to understand.  Why would he get rid of the doodles that connected you to him?  Did he really hate them that much?

  “I just didn’t like the attention they brought to me.”  He sighed, looking away.  “People would always comment on them.  Whether it was making fun of them or even just admiring them.  It got irritating at some point.”

  You nod, understanding that he just didn’t want the attention.  But one question still floated around in your head.  “So, do you really hate them?”  The words were quiet.  You knew it would be a difficult question to answer.  He seemed like the type of person to close anyone out before they got too close to his true emotions.  You finally looked over at him. Again, he was staring at anything but you.

  A light blush dusted his cheeks.  After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally answered.  “I don’t hate them.  They’re actually kind of…”  He trails off into a mumble.  The blush on his cheeks got brighter as he spoke.

  “What?”  You questioned.  Instead of properly answering he looked away and mumbled again.  “Huh?”  You lean in closer, trying to figure out what he’s saying.  Still, he doesn’t look at you and mumbles again, getting so red you thought he was gonna pass out.  “You’re gonna have to speak up.  I can’t hear you.”

  “I think they’re cute, you idiot!”  His head whips around, so he can finally look you in the eyes.  Your noses brush against each other.  Both of you remain there.  Noses touching, too shocked to move.  You could feel his breath on your lips.  How had you gotten so close without realizing it.  Both of your faces were flushed.  Time seemed to come to a halt.  Was this it?  Was this the moment you forgave him and sealed your fate?

  “JUST KISS ALREADY!”  The sudden yell makes the both of you pull away.  When your head whips around to see who yelled, you see the whole team standing there.  Watching you.  Instead of them all continuing to stare at you and Tsukishima, they turn to scold the person who yelled.  It was another short player.  The one with a tuft of hair bleached in the front.  While everyone drags him back inside the gym, the one with grey hair waves and tells you to “carry on.”  Way to ruin the mood, guys.

  When you look back at Tsukishima he has a glare on his face.  This time it wasn’t aimed at you.  While he’s distracted, you take time to get a good look at his face.  There was still a light blush on his cheeks.  Though, it wasn’t clear if that was from embarrassment or anger right now.  His short, blond hair looked soft, and the way the light hit his eyes made them look beautiful.

  “Don’t you know that staring is rude,” his sudden interjection caught you off guard.  How long had you been staring?  You blushed again and backed up even more, almost falling off the bench.

  “I wasn’t staring!”  You denied, waving your arms in front of your face.  The embarrassment didn’t last long, because you noticed something on your arm.  “I’m sorry.  Forgive me?” was written neatly, with little stars surrounding it.  When you looked back at Tsukishima, he was turned away again.  Though, the blush was still obvious.

  Instead of responding verbally, you picked your pen up and wrote back to him.  “You are forgiven.” appeared on Tsukishima’s arm.  He was almost too embarrassed to notice it.  It was your turn to blush and look away.  Though, when he stands up suddenly, you look back up at him, slightly confused.

  “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”  Before you can protest, your phone rings.  It’s a text from Yachi.  She says that you can keep her notebook for the night and give it back to her in the morning.  You smile.

  “Okay, let’s go.”  When you stand he snatches your pen again and speeds away.  “Hey!  Give that back!”  You quickly stand up and run after him, giggling.  Maybe your soulmate wasn’t such an asshole after all.

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[moonchildsaurora]

The Hercules of a Weapons Master/Mechanic

»»—— Crew Member #8 of Space Pirates ATEEZ ——««

all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys: (no nsfw content)

[CAPTAIN] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

“so you want me…to break them? As in literally or figuratively?”  

is the baby of the crew but actually the eldest in his own family

epitome of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. With a well-grounded and balanced mindset along with a great sense of independence and self-discipline

is a native Draerair born and raised on Corebos, a relatively peaceful planet where several clans co-exist across the different regions specialising in agricultural and metal work

[database file: Draerairs are shape-shifters by ancestral blood, however not every individual are born with the ability to shift into their bestial forms (though they retain some of their inhumane strength and traits). Each clan’s lineage has a specific beast they’re associated with. Individuals with the ability to shift can do so at will, be it partially or fully]

Jongho and his family are descendants of the Silverclaw clan, their associated beast is that of a bear. He’s the only one currently in his family that was born with the shifters ability, his grandmother was the previous individual with the ability

in his human form his hair is dark like the coals in his father’s workshop, honey tanned skin from hours of work under the sun and a gentle shade of hazel for eyes        

when partially shifted he gains a good 2 and half feet in height as bones and muscle mass expands, nails are elongated into claws, canines sharpened and eyes become more of an amber gold colour. Faint markings appear around his eyes as well as down his arms. Fur of black-brown shade emerge the closer he shifts into his beastial form

his strength is renowned throughout his clan, at the tender age of 5 he shocked the souls out of his parents after they found that he’s managed to bend the metal bars of his youngling playpen simply to get out so he could go on a mini adventure to find an afternoon snack

“oh sweet Zeus, we’ve lost the baby!”

they found out very quickly that he particularly liked snacking on fruits especially apples and sometimes would have to hide extras from him, otherwise they’d have none left

Jongho had always looked up to his father and his speciality with weapons forging. During his youngling years he’d be allowed to sit at a safe distance and observe, wide eyes with wonder when he looked at his father welding ambthanite metal together or carving a blade from crystalline emeyl

it was no surprise that Jongho followed in his footsteps and begun his apprenticeship by his 12th summer, his immense strength was a sure advantage when it came to being efficient and how easily some techniques were mastered 

“who needs a machine when you can just bend it with your bare hands?”

his younger siblings adored watching their older brother (it felt like déjà vu) build anything as small as a hunter’s dagger to fixing up parts of visiting ships. It’s also an extra treat for them whenever Jongho would crush fruity snacks single-handedly, because he loves hearing their joyous laughter and applause

The Perihelion had actually made a supply stop within the region that Jongho resided in to trade for food and energy cells. Under the recommendation from some of the market farmers, the crew were led to the Chois’ smithing workshop to fix up minor damages on the ship’s hull and to assess if any defence upgrades were available to be installed on such short notice  

“…I can’t tell if that’s Hercules or a beast hammering away in there”

the expressions on half the crew’s faces were priceless once they met Jongho, right after they saw him heave a 7 tonne slab of frerhil iron [database file: a common metal for heavy duty spears used by barbarians & warmasters] on to the bench without batting an eyelid

“you sure are one strong baby!”

“MINGI SHUT YO-“

“oh don’t worry, I get that. A lot”

and if it wasn’t for the overly toothy smile that Jongho sent their way that made the crew slightly nervous, it would’ve been the way his muscles flexed tauntingly as he gripped Mingi’s hand in a handshake during introductions Seonghwa nearly sweated out his worries just wearily watching that exchange

“I think what our lovely tech engineer meant was that you have a bab-ahh youthful face, yeah, youthful appearance! Not that you’re a baby at age”

“of course, I just passed my 15th summer not too long ago actually. So what can I do for you lot today?”

Hongjoong didn’t even try to hide how impressed he already was, he hadn’t come across too many shifters before and knew very little of their nature and abilities so this was great insight for him. He couldn’t care less with Wooyoung snickering in the background when his chest puffed out proudly after Jongho complimented his ship

Jongho was genuinely amazed that The Perihelion had managed to hold out until now (after hearing brief stories as to how the damages were acquired), without even having a ship’s mechanic for regular maintenance. His awe elevated when Hongjoong told him that he, a self-taught, was the one who worked and spruced the ship up from its near-scrap stage

Jongho’s father made similar comments when he came round to check up on his son and the workshop, even helping a bit with fitting in newer protective panels around the engines and windows. It wasn’t anything fancy, but Jongho did promise should the crew make another stop by in the future he’d have some better upgrades for them

it wouldn’t be till nearly 4 years later where their paths would cross once again in the city of Acreon. Jongho having made the decision to leave his home planet to start living life a little more, though he’d still pick up smithing-mechanic work along the way of his travels. Probably not the most ideal way to reunite with the crew, especially amidst a bar brawl of all things    

having not fought in his entire life (unless you count sand wrestling during his youngling days), Jongho was running entirely on pure adrenaline when he recognised Hongjoong and swiftly grabbed him out of the way – seconds before a stool came smashing down

“what th-OH hey! It’s you!”

the crew witnessed Jongho partially shift that time, almost bowling the entire crowd over with his solid mass to get Wooyoung and San out of the fray. Throwing them over his shoulders and bolting with the rest out the back door of the bar (Wooyoung’s shrieking could be heard down the street)

“thank you for that, really, we owe you one”

“do your evenings out usually end up like this? Never would’ve pinned you lot as the type to throw punches at a bar”

“listen here, that slimy loathsome spawn of a troll deserved it for inappropriate treatment of the dancer”

well at least Jongho couldn’t fault them for having good morals and standing up for it, though he wouldn’t be able to live it down come the following day when news spread throughout the city of ‘a beast from the nether realms’ being involved in the incident at The Illusion he dreaded getting an earful from his parents should his family ever catch wind of the news

Hongjoong invited him to tag along with the crew for the rest of their time in Acreon (highkey hoping this time Jongho would stick around more permanently), which allowed him time to evaluate the state of The Perihelion since it’s been a long while

Jongho officially became a member of the crew after he convinced Hongjoong to head over to Vostrilles, a place he knew had supplies of the latest ship weaponry and mechanical resources, and stuck by long enough to help with the upgrades that the crew pretty much adopted him into their wholesome chaotic family

he grew to thoroughly enjoy their company and now have the luxury of being doted on by his older sibling figures (he’d still deck anyone who dares call him a baby with the exception of mumma Seonghwa)

“watch your language! There are children on board”

the crew realised just how much they needed a proper weapon smith/mechanic on board after a few close-calls with a rival crews – Jongho’s newly installed point-defence canons had given the ship an advantage on its durability and defensive structure that it could withstand enemy attacks enough to make an escape

no one would openly admit that they cannot stay angry at Jongho for longer than 2 minutes, even when he was being in an argumentative mood

not to mention that everyone is extremely protective of their baby bro  

ends up being closest to Mingi, Wooyoung and Yeosang, the latter having a calming presence when he needs some downtime and he appreciates the other chaotic duo when they join in singing random duets with him (a habit he does whenever he’s in his workshop)

recently Jongho found some quality metal paint, he pitched the idea of giving The Perihelion a proper makeover – Hongjoong and others could customise the colour palette they’d like and finally give the ship the glo-up she deserves (no one noticed Yeosang’s little character doodles he so sneakily painted at random spots/corners of the ship hehet)              

(moodboard made with love, by @s1ardusk​ ♡)

[littlecrookedheart]

Fluffy Alphabet

Pairing : Tom x Clove

Word Count :

Rating : Fluff! A teensy bit of suggestion, nothing more.

Template courtesy of @pixelburied

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A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

Their first big fight, the one that really matters, stemmed from miscommunication. Clove was feeling insecure, which snowballed into an exchange of cruel words on both of their parts. Thankfully, they worked through and made up. You can read the whole thing here.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Tom's absolute favorite thing about Clove is that, despite her back story, she is soft. This just so happens to be her favorite thing about him, too.

They are able to fight anything that stands in their way and do so almost fearlessly, but when it comes to their moments - the moments in between and after, they have one another. Whether that's tickles on the couch or stuffing their faces full of cookies and pizza, whispering sweet nothings or their closest form of intimacy, they cherish their ability to get rid of walls when they're together.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

They both have a tendency to reach for their phones and document things. Tom loves taking selfies with her and requires multiple each time, and Clove likes taking pictures of him to scroll through later. He was pleasantly surprised when finding that she has an entire album dedicated to random candid moments of his, and sometimes does things she'd think to be cute while she's holding her phone, just to give her a little something extra.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

They've never really been a couple who plan anything even kind of elaborate, though Tom does try. He knows she prefers nights in, so he likes to surprise her with her favorite foods and snacks and either a pile of blankets or a cute pillow fort. They both consider these nights, “date nights,” and it's kind of an inside joke.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Awkward. Much of the first month consisted of Clove flirting, Tom missing her advances, and fighting the supernatural. Not the grandest of times.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Amazing. Andy and Clove get along super well, which makes Tom over the moon. He loves when Andy visits and they all play Mario Kart or go on walks together and thinks their sassy personalities go hand in hand. He doesn't even mind when he becomes the butt end of their joke.

Tom and Clove's bestie, Ricky, didn't meet in person for a few months, but they quickly became buddies and they even have their own group chat with Elliot for when Tom has some...plans... about doing something special for her. 😉

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Tom always wants to pay for things because he thinks it's chivalrous, but Clove couldn't care less. Truth is, it's always kind of a battle with these two. They love to spoil one another and do so very often, no matter if it's a new item or something hand made.

Clove spun and sculpted an entire collection of MCU mugs for Tom’s first birthday when they were together, which inspired him to start sketching again as he did in middle school (inspired by one of his heroes, Ben Park.) He draws her cute little doodles on the mirror in dry erase marker and she swoons every single time.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

Clove is a laying down hugger. So in other words, she likes to face Tom, wrap her arms around him, and simultaneously hold each other. Tom doesn't hug people too often apart from his family and close friends on occasion, but he absolutely adores her hugs. He often comments on her scent and softness, and she melts in his warmth.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

Too many. Like, actually too many. Sometimes it's hard to keep track.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Tom surprises himself at his lack of jealousy now that they're together. At first, he second guessed himself more than he should have, but now he knows how solid they are. Clove, however, tends to harbor a bit of jealousy when others check him out. She never says anything and she doesn't make a show of it, but he notices the look in her eyes when she catches someone admiring his looks. He'll jokingly elbow her and wiggle his eyebrows, mouthing, “Love you,” and she holds his hand a little tighter as if to thank him for that gentle reassurance.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

They both initiate in their own ways, very distinctly. Tom starts slow, usually gently swiping his fingers across her waist as he pulls her in, sweetly rubbing his nose with hers before he kisses her. He prefers pecks in public, but when they're in a safe place, he drinks her kisses like fine wine. Slow, steady, loving, almost as if he's afraid he'll run out of her. Kissing Tom is an experience, one that fills her entire heart with butterflies no matter how many times she's done it.

Clove's kisses are just as gentle, but mix in a heap of sensuality. She doesn't care who sees, but respects Tom's aversion to too much PDA. She kisses him with fire, whether slow burning or fierce flickers, leaving lingering love marks on that special place just behind where his hair falls on his neck. Not too dark, but enough for him to hold onto in moments of her absence. He is a big fan of this.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

You already know the canon version, but in my fic universe...the night they finally become intimate. He's so nervous for her to say it, and it's almost a fight to fit it in, but it's a tender and beautiful moment.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Clove is a horror girl at heart, even after the wild experiences they have in Pine Springs. Tom is okay with this, and he happily binges films with her, but he really loves anything related to the MCU and anything funny or action packed. When they can't decide what to watch, they put Bob's Burgers on and snuggle, which genuinely is their routine nowadays. They love it.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Tom's nicknames for Clove, in order of his most to least fave : Love, Angel, Babe, Baby

Clove's nicknames for Tom, in order of her most to least fave : Tommy, Baby, Babe, Honey, Sweetie, Dear

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

Clove will argue that she's always known, and stands by that. In truth, it was one moment soon after meeting him, after their first kiss in Westchester, when he was falling asleep while they'd gone out for pizza. He jolted up to pretend he wasn't asleep, hair falling in his face. He said, “I'm awake! You're pretty.” She knew.

Tom knew she was the one very early on but doesn't have one moment pinpointed. She reminds him each morning that she kisses his cheeks and every time she calls him, “Tommy.”

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Pizza, specifically pizza from the good bread place down by the spice market. They have the best cheese pulls and Tom is a huge sucker for their jalapeño breadsticks on the side.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

No. Even during their biggest fight, neither of them could fathom leaving the other. This would have been catastrophic for them, as both of them have their hearts and minds set on only loving one another.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Tom is very nurturing, as taught by his grandparents at a young age. She loves when he sings, and though he doesn't do it often, he will always delight her ears when she's down. He likes to light her favorite candles, prepare her bath water, he warms her towel and makes her snacks. He's even sat on the bathroom floor and held her hand during one of said baths, which has quietly become one of her most treasured memories of their relationship.

Clove knows exactly what Tom needs in all of his moods, especially the down ones. He thrives on positive affirmations, so much of the time, she will spoon him and brush his hair with her fingers while telling him how wonderful he is and how much she loves him. He gets tingles when she plays with his hair and sometimes he'll give her puppy dog eyes and sit on the floor in front of her, leaning his head back into her lap. She loves it too and doesn't mind the extra practice for if they ever have a long haired baby one day.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

These two are the epitome of soft for one another. Just this morning, Tom was pouring a bowl of cereal after Clove had gone to her studio. He noticed her lipstick stain on the mug she'd left on the counter, and it almost made him tear up. He just really loves her, okay? On her way to the studio, he sent her a good morning selfie and she felt her insides go melty. She pulled into the parking lot and held her phone to her chest, smiling, before sending one back. She just really loves him, okay?

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They text each other random things all day long, which usually consists of memes and bad jokes, but Tom loves her studio selfies. She'll even use clay scraps to spell out silly messages and send them to him, while he sends her scrunch faced pictures in return. They're ridiculously sappy and even more cute.

As for phone calls, they don't have those very often, and the ones they do...well, this is meant to be SFW...so let's skip it.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Clove was shocked when Tom revealed himself to be very, very clean. He doesn't leave things around, he does his dishes as he uses them, and his apartment always smells as clean as it looks. Sometimes he misses laundry, but for the most part, he's a clean guy. She differs from him a little, meaning she will leave things in the living room (like books, magazines, makeup) creating a little clutter. Tom secretly likes this, because it makes him feel like his place is becoming a home. Their home.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Clove's art skill is way more than she'd ever let on, so much so that her only job is her art - and it's enough. She is mad talented and very self sustaining, and this is her point of pride. She loves what she does and she knows she's among the best.

Tom’s great at anything technical and can figure things out very quickly. This enables him to essentially breeze through college and also maintain his new job position at a tech firm. He's an excellent learner and a fast one at that, and he is very proud of where he's headed.

They are proud of one another for these things, sure, but more so, they are proud of one another for the strength and fire they each hold.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

You'll just have to wait and see.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

Hate is a strong word, but Clove really does wish he'd remember to put the seat down. He usually laughs and calls her, “little wet booty,” but she really, really doesn't think it's funny. On the other end, Tom wishes she'd stop leaving bobby pins and matches everywhere. The girl loves candles and the sound a match makes when it strikes, but he's sick of picking them up all the time.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They post about their relationship on special occasions and extra sappy days, but they do frequently post updated photos together.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

They're both dog people and they'd love one or two, but they're waiting to get a house instead of Tom's little apartment and her studio. Clove also wouldn't mind some kind of rodent, but when she held a mouse up to him at the pet store, he may have shrieked a little. No rodents for Tom.

[trans-l-lawliet]

Wait no, I wasn’t ready for the angst. Can’t we have good and sweet L x Matsuda headcanons??

Okay, listen, not being ready for the angst? Big ass mood, Anon. I wasn't ready either, so have some extra hcs for these disaster gays because I need to heal from my own sad writing

(Here are links for parts one, two, and three, which I recommend to read in order so your heart can break accordingly)

L had never been too much of a fan of physical contact, but he was always happy when Touta approached him, seeking for a hug, or to hold hands, or to give him a peck on the cheek.

L never told him this, but he had never been able to truly feel safe until he hugged him for the first time.

Matsuda would always put a blanket over Ryuzaki every time he'd be too exhausted and passed out wherever. He'd also kiss his forehead if no one was around.

During the confinement days, L would curl up on Matsuda's arms, reading data of the case. He got distracted time and again, just looking at him or talking to each other.

Especially distracted if Touta fell asleep, because it meant Ryuzaki could be a bit self indulgent and study his face to his heart's content, memorising every detail.

They had silly arguments every now and then, like the correct way to eat some sweet, or if a straw had one or two holes, but no real fights.

Matsuda would tease him every now and then in a playful way, but be reduced to a stammering mess with just a quick kiss. L would be specially smug for a couple hours after that.

Ryuzaki wrote notes and doodled in his napkins messages directed at Matsu, which he would read and keep after picking up the empty coffee mugs or food trays.

Matsuda loved origami, and would leave some paper figure every other day when bringing L the case files or drinks. Each origami had a drawing of a heart hidden, and Ryuzaki always tried to find them without unfolding the origami.

He kept every single one of them on a box under his favourite chair in the floor that served as his and Light's apartment.

L told him his name the night before the broadcast. It was late, both of them lying down in the dark, holding hands, eyes locked with each other.

Touta squeezed his hand harder, as Ryuzaki silently cried and told him about his life story in a whisper. L felt the need to confess every failure and fear to him, afraid that he wouldn't have another chance.

When he finished talking, Matsu just brought him to his chest, wishing to being able to protect the man he had grown to love from his past, and from what the future might have in store for him.

L returned the hug, his heart a little lighter, his lips curved in a smile. No matter what, he swore he would protect Touta.

Nothing would harm his sunshine, not if he had anything to say about it.

[itskateak]

LET’S TALK ABOUT MY HISTORY TEACHER

(Who is currently on administrative leave and is awaiting trial with the school district)

(TW: Abuse, animal abuse, police brutality, racism, implied (but wrongly) terrorism, politics, anxiety, panic attack mention, violence, religious entitlement. Please let me know if there are more.)

He is....so many things. Rude, self-entitled, racist, and disrespectful, to name a few. So, here’s the things he’s done.

• Banned Metal water bottles because someone accidentally made a noise with one, once. It wasn’t even that loud, nor long. Just a slight clink as they put the lid on.

• Told a story about a storm in Mecca (2015) that knocked over a crane onto a Mosque and it killed 107 people. Injured 238. This happened to occur on 9/11. He told us the story the day after 9/11 this year (2018) and ended it with “Weird, right?” and a sly smile.

• Told us multiple times to write in the textbooks, which is basically vandalism. Previous markings in the book show it isn’t the first time he’s asked this of students. I always refused.

• “Freedom of press, right? Except the press are in the pockets of the democrats.” A direct quote from him (I had begun writing down these types of things as they happened to give to the principal. This stuff happened daily).

• He once planned to show us a video of the Chinese police beating a man in the streets, despite all of us protesting verbally and profusely. He forgot, and didn’t show it, but to think he would’ve.

• He showed us a video of monkies domesticating puppies, which inevitably included animal abuse. Although it is just nature doing its thing and it isn’t a human abusing an animal, he should’ve given a warning so that us animal lovers could step out of the room. I felt sick afterwards.

• I was afraid of asking to leave class while having a panic attack because I thought he would tell me to sit down and not let me go. I had planned to just walk out - the counselor told me I could do that - but he did let me go without asking any questions.

• We watched a video about online privacy and how google created a separate search engine for the Chinese government. He slandered the company and said that they’re awful and guilty for supporting a dictatorship like that. While it isn’t a good thing to do what they did, yes, I don’t think he should’ve thrown his political views in like that.

• In that same topic, he mentioned one of the creators of the video was a Democrat who voted for Hillary. I found this comment odd, and called him out on it and asked what that had to do anything. His response ran something like this: “Well, it’s usually something liberals are concerned about and I think all parties and everyone should be concerned about.” That didn’t answer my question, nor did it come close to explaining why that guy’s political part and who he voted for had any reason to be included in the discussion.

• I doodle in class sometimes to help stay focused. I always have, and it’s always a good tactic. Especially when watching videos or listening to lectures. I draw circles, boxes, swirls, etc. Just mindless things. Well, one day, I’m drawing on a paper that happens to have a larger drawing on it. It’s in a different pen color than what I’m currently using, so it’s obvious I’m not drawing that. I have my notes page right next to me, and I’ve taken three or four notes already. He tells me to stop doodling at least three times - other kids are sleeping, or not doing anything - and every time I try to explain, he walks away. I approached him after class and explained, and he told me that I got a good grade on my last test, so he can’t exactly tell me I can’t draw in his class, but it better not affect my grade. I said it helps me to focus better. He responds along the lines of: “I mean, if you believe that lie about how your brain works, then I can’t stop you. But that’s not true.” I responded : “I think I know how my brain works, since I’ve been doing this since third grade and it hasn’t negatively impacted me yet.” And then I walked out of the classroom.

• He dictated how we did notes. No full sentences, only use the word “the” when absolutely necessary, no more than half a page, etc. It was ridiculous. I gave one sentence summaries of the two paragraphs in each eight sections. That was eight sentences. He told me it was too long, and that I shouldn’t be writing full sentences. I told him my brain doesn’t work that way, and it won’t help me if it isn’t in a full sentence. We argued, and I walked out of the classroom to go to my next class. We also turned in our notes each class, and didn’t get them back until after the relevant test.

• He once limited everyone to three bullet points per reading section (usually two or three pages). Everyone blamed me since he pointedly looked at me when saying “some people write full sentences and a full page.” To say I was popular in that class is a very wrong statement. Every time he would mention anything wrong that we’ve done with notes, everyone would turn to me. Thanks.

• I once wrote half of my notes on the Japanese in Japanese, and I got extra credit. I did it out of spite, but hey. Worth it. I also wrote incredibly long and complicated headers to spite him.

• We re-enacted the Trial Of Socrates, and as the attorneys, we spent time in the library researching. We had to write opening and closing statements, and a script for our witnesses to follow with our questions and their answers. At the trial, they were not allowed to have the script with them. Somehow we won, as prosecution, but it was still difficult since the witnesses had not done any of the studying of their roles at all, even though we insisted they should. So not only did we have to research the entire case itself, write an opening and closing statement, we had to research our three witness and write scripts they couldn’t use AND research the opposing team’s four witnesses (one being Socrates) and write counter arguments and cross examination questions. In a week.

• A kid once came in really late to class. He came in quietly, apologized for interrupting, and gave our teacher his pass. He went to sat down, and the teacher told him what page we were on. While pulling the textbook out from the metal cradle under the desk, it snagged and made a ringing noise. The kid, realizing quickly what it was, silenced it and apologized again. Our teacher kicked him out of class for “interrupting”, not allowing him to take the textbook. He missed the entire class.

• He has a quote on the board one day and we had to explain if we agreed or disagreed with it. (“I would rather entrust our government to the first 400 people in the Boston telephone directory than the entire faculty at Harvard.”) I disagreed, naturally, and one of my friends explained most of my points. When asked to tell my side, I did say that she had said my main reasons. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but he looked me dead in the eye, and in front of everyone in the room asked: “So, you don’t care that they’re a bunch of liberal, champagne drinking jerks?” I was shocked, to be very honest. I kept my expression and voice even, and never broke eye contact. I responded: “If they do their job right, then no. I do not care, as long as they do their job and do it well.”

• Has spoken in ways that put his religion and beliefs above others. Comments like “When God made the world” and such were sometimes thrown in.

• Mispronounced multiple Greek Gods’ and Goddesses’ names. Such as Nike (uh-knee-kay), and Zeus (Zay-oos). I corrected him each time and each time he glared at me.

• He once tried to inform us that the reason Indian music sounded so strange was because they used the half-step intervals that we don’t have. I literally laughed so hard he paused the video and asked me why I was laughing. I had to explain chromatics to him. “We have them, we just don’t use them as abundantly or frequently in every song. It’s normal in Indian music to hear that.” He was still skeptical, even after I told him I’ve studied music theory in passing and have been in music classes for five years, and can read two clefs and can play two instruments.

• And now the finale, which got him suspended. This was not in my class, but this is what we were told happened. He held up a picture of a monkey and pointed to the only black kid in the class (we have very few in the school anyways) and said,”Look! It’s your ancestor!”

He will not be back to finish out this semester, and it doesn’t look good for him to come back next semester, if at all. I wrote all of these down with dates and my dad went to the principal with the list. If he does return next semester, it has been made abundantly clear that I am not to be in his class.

[zoewrites]

Jealousy Part 2 (Joji x Reader)

Read part 1 HERE

SMUT WARNING 

The sun beams in from the cracked blinds above your bed that you forgot to close last night. It hits you directly in the eyes and you groggily roll to your side. You reach an arm out, expecting to feel Joji asleep beside you, but you come up empty. You finally open your eyes to confirm that he’s gone and the bed is cold. You lay there, wondering where he is and replaying last night’s events in your head.

The clock next to you reads 12:19 am. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept till noon. Luckily it was Sunday so you had work off but you’d started to wish you had a shift. The last thing you wanted to do was look after your hungover boyfriend and his annoyingly flirty friend. You prayed Maya would be gone by now, but as you opened the door, you could see that was far from the case.

You silently walked to the kitchen for coffee as you eyed the two of them on the couch, both focused on his laptop. You shut the cabinet extra hard after grabbing a mug, hoping to get their attention but neither of them look up.

Only when you’re standing in front of them do they notice you.

“Oh hey, babe.” Joji nods to the kitchen. “There’s a bagel for you on the counter.”

You look over and see a bag from your favorite bakery. “When did you get that?”

“We got breakfast when you were asleep.” Maya speaks up and you see Joji must have given her one of his tee shirts to sleep last night.

“Oh.” You grip the mug tightly. “You could have woken me and I’d have come with.”

Joji just waved you off, “Don’t worry about it. We were hungover and needed sustenance. I figured I’d let you rest.”

“Thanks.” You say quietly as you bite into the dry bagel. You listen as they continue their conversation. Joji is playing her the music that he’s been working on and for some reason it makes your stomach twist.

“You’re so talented. This is really good.” She coos.

“You think? I wasn’t sure about this one.”

The sight of them curled up together listening to his music made you want to cry. You weren’t sure if you were being overdramatic but that was something the two of you would do most nights. It felt special being the one he trusted enough to ask your opinion on his unfinished works. It felt wrong seeing another girl in that position. Your mind wandered back to the Instagram stories of them dancing together last night.

“So how was last night?” You ask.

“Oh my god, we were all wasted, especially Joji,” Maya laughs, “I’d forgotten how flirty you get when you’re drunk. Just like those college days.” She playfully shoves his arm and it’s enough to make your eyes start to water. Your first thought is to make a beeline for the bedroom and lock the door behind you but instead you take a shaky breath.

“Can I talk to you… for a second?” You motion to the bathroom and Joji gets up when he sees the look in your eyes.

You lock the door behind you, turning around. It’s a small, apartment sized bathroom so you’re practically pressed against him. He rests his hands on your hips when he sees the hurt expression on your face.

“What’s going on?” You can’t believe how clueless he’s acting.

“What’s going on?” You repeat his words back to him, scoffing, “What’s going on with her?”

“She’s my friend, (Y/N)... there’s nothing going on there.”

“Yeah? Does she know that?” He can hear the anger creeping into your voice and his hands leave your waist.

“I saw the Instagram stories she posted, okay? It looked more than friendly. And the way she talks to me…” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Are you…” He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, “Are you fucking serious? First of all, I wanted you to come out with us!”

“Oh my god.” You groan, “That’s not what this is about!”

“Really? Because it seems like you’re jealous for no reason. How many of your guy friends are always over? I never say shit about it!” He’s pissed now. More angry than you’ve seen him in a long time. “You go out with them all the time! You dance with them, how do you think that makes me feel?!”

“I’m not grinding on them! Not kissing them on the cheek! My friends aren’t trying to fuck me in front of my boyfriend, George.” You’re seething. You don’t care if Maya can hear your argument. You hope she can take a hint and get out.

“You’re ridiculous. I’m leaving.” He moves to grab the doorknob from behind you but you quickly block his exit.

“No, I’ll leave. Stay with her for all I care.” With that you spin around, flinging the door open and avoiding eye contact with Maya, who’s probably eating this up with a smile on her face.

You slip on a sweatshirt and shoes and walk right out the door. In the elevator, you can finally breath again. You see your reflection on the metal wall staring back at you, face flushed red with anger. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and quickly silence it as a tear falls from your eye.

You wander around the city for a while, the cool air helping to calm your nerves. You know you look crazy in your sweats, crying as you walk down the street, but it’s New York so no one bothers to look twice.

You end up in a Barnes and Noble where you can grab a drink from Starbucks and hide out until you can figure out what to do next. It’s busy so it’s a miracle you can find an empty seat in the corner of the cafe. You try and call your sister, hoping you can crash with her but she informs you she’s in Vermont with her fiance’s family.

“Is everything okay?” She asks, but you can tell she’s distracted. There’s voices in the background.

“Yeah, just wanted to say hi, I guess.” You don’t want to bother her while she’s on a trip. You wished it could be you and Joji away on vacation, this weekend never happening.

“Well hi.” She laughs. “I’ll call you back later this week when I’m back home.”

You try your friends, but they’re all either asleep or at work. You give up and decide to order a double chocolate muffin and zone out looking through trashy magazines.

The next few hours blend together. It’s almost 5 and you don’t feel any better than when you stormed out. Customers came and went all afternoon but you stayed seated, simply staring out the window at the people walking by.

So many couples strolling by hand in hand made your heart hurt. Just yesterday that could’ve been you and Joji, him walking you to work or maybe to a restaurant. Could this girl really come between you two and ruin a relationship you’d had for almost a year now? Sure you’d had little arguments here and there, but never anything caused by another person. It wasn’t as if this were only Maya’s fault either. Why couldn’t your boyfriend see the issue?

Your phone buzzes, pulling you away from your racing thoughts. It’s Joji. You’d ignored his calls and texts all day, but in a moment of weakness you pick up.

“Hello?” You say quietly, scared of what this conversation would be.

“Oh thank god, where are you?” He sounds panicked.

“Why?” You know it’s a stupid thing to ask but you don’t feel like indulging him. You hear a sigh.

“Just come home. Please, (Y/N).” You stay silent for a moment.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“What? Okay look, (Y/N), I’m sorry. Please come home and we can talk about this. I’ve been worried about you all day. Maya’s not here. Please just come back.”

You hold your breath as you unlock the apartment door. You’re then greeted by the scent of delicious food, it makes your stomach growl and you realize you’ve only eaten a muffin and a bite of a bagel today.

Joji appears at the end of the hallway and speaks softly, seemingly as nervous as you are, “Hey baby.”

He watches as you remove your shoes and hang up your purse. “Hey.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks and you nod, following him to the kitchen.

“Oh wow…” Is all you can say when you see large amount of food spread out over the table.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I went to a few places and also made some things. I don’t know how well Japanese food goes with Italian but…” He trails off, unsure of what you’re thinking.

“Thank you,” You smile, you’d never seen him so timid. Even in the beginning of your relationship he’d always come off as being so confident.

You pile dumplings and fried rice and fettuccine alfredo onto your plate, fully knowing there was no way the two of you would be able to finish all this food. He sits across from you at the table for a split second before jumping up, “I almost forgot.” He runs to the bedroom and returns with two potted plants. One with a beautiful purple orchid and one filled with red tulips. Your two favorite flowers. He sets them beside you on the table, along with a card.

“What’s this?” You pick it up, reading your name on the envelope.

“Open it.”

You gently tear open the pink envelope to reveal a handmade card inside. It’s a piece of paper with a doodle of the two of you, him in his dumb Fake Frank glasses. You can’t help but laugh. “You really outdid yourself here, Joji.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “I was going to write a full apology but it didn’t feel right not telling you face to face.” You stay quiet, letting him continue.

“First of all, I want you to know that I don’t have any feelings for Maya. It’s all you, it’s only been you for the past year and I hope you know that.” He looks down pushing his food around as he speaks, “I don’t want her, I’ve never wanted someone the way that I want you.”

He lifts his head as you stand and make your way to him. You sit on his lap wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You feel the tension in his body subsiding as his arms make their way around you.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel differently, baby. Maya wasn’t lying when she said I used to just fuck around.”

“I know.” You whisper against his neck.

“So I know I’m not good at this relationship thing… but I want to be… I know that’s not an excuse for last night.”

“I was jealous.” You admit, looking up at him. “I just want you for myself.”

“You have me.” He affirms. That was all you needed to hear. You abruptly press your lips to his, kissing hard. The dinner is completely forgotten as he tightens his grip on your waist, lifting you from the chair and carrying you to the bedroom. You moan as he kisses harder, both of you falling against the mattress. It’s turning desperate now, both of you nipping and suckling at each other until you’re panting for breath.

You whisper his name like a prayer, chest heaving. Your sweatpants are gone in an instant and the feeling of Joji’s hands running up and down your thighs leaves you shivering. They make their way underneath your sweatshirt, massaging you over the cups of your bra.

“Take this off.” Joji breathes against your lips, voice low and husky with desire. You whimper again as you work together to pull the fabric from your skin.

“Fuck.” He groans at the sight of your hardened nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them. He then continues downwards, swirling the flattened tip of his tongue across your skin. “You know,” he pauses, driving you absolutely crazy, “It was pretty hot seeing you jealous.”

You want to slap the smirk off his face until he slips his hand between your legs and runs his index and middle fingers against your wetness. You inhale sharply at the feeling, your hands clenching at the comforter beneath you. Joji breathes out slowly between clenched teeth and slides two fingers in, pumping them in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck!” You cry.

“Language.” He murmurs, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive knot of your clit. Your back arches of the bed and he uses his free arm to hold you down. You were seeing stars with Joji’s fingers pumping even faster into you. With no warning, his fingers are replaced with his tongue, sliding in between your folds.

You gasp loudly, the feeling of his tongue on your body making you jump. Two rough hands are now clamped down on your thighs, keeping you in place as he works his magic on your body. He swirls and flicks his tongue expertly until you’re squirming and grinding against his face, begging for release. No one you’d ever been with could compare to Joji’s skilled mouth.

When you reach your peak, shuddering around him with an uncontrollable moan leaving your lips, he dips two fingers back into you. He pumps slowly, riding out your orgasm with a smirk on his face. When your breathing returns to normal, he lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. Joji then leans down, kissing you with an open mouth, making you moan at your own taste.

You could feel his hardness pressed between you and you wanted it. You were wet, aching, and ready.

“Joji, please.” You whispered between kisses. He loved it when you said his name with such obvious desire. He groans at your willingness and lowers himself into you with such agonizing slowness that you can’t help but shudder against him, angling your hips, seeking for him to fill the emptiness. He was moving so slowly, teasing you.

“Joji.” You groan, needing more.

“Yes, baby?” He breathes heavily.

“Please…” It’s too hard to form a complete sentence.

“What is it?” He moves slightly faster.

“Fuck me.”

He looks at you, blinking slowly as he takes in your words with a taunting grin on his face. You tighten your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into you and clenching around him until Joji is panting and any control he had left was gone. He groans, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, increasing his tempo and the strength with every thrust. He bites down hard on your shoulder and your nails press harshly against his skin, raking them down his back as your body fills with the most intense pleasure. Your inner muscles ripple around him causing him to let out a string of curses in a language that wasn’t English.

Joji drew backwards, pulling himself up and lifted your hips so he can pound into you with a speed and force he could not before. The room filling with your cries and moans. He was relentless but he knew you could handle it. With one last thrust, he closes his eyes and gives into you.

You lay in silence for a moment, both of you trying your hardest to keep breathing after all of that intensity. Eventually, you twist your body so that you’re facing him and he lifts the comforter over the both of you. You snuggle up against him, pulling his arm around you.

“That was good. Really good.” You murmur, still slightly breathless. “Thanks for the food and the flowers and the card.”

“And the sex?” He looks down at you as you roll your eyes, smiling.

“Sure.”

He stretches his arms out, yawning. “God, I’m hungry.”

You scoff, “Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

He holds his hands up in defense, laughing, “Hey, I worked really hard preparing all that food for you and we didn’t even get to eat. You just jumped my bones out of nowhere.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You playfully shove him, happy that things were back to normal. You sit up, reaching for your underwear and sweatshirt.

��Wait!” He tries to grab onto you, pulling him back against his chest.

“Come on, stupid” You kiss him once more, “Let’s go eat.”

[defunctionation]

The Mystical Land of Coffee and Essays

Pairing: Reggie Mantle/Jughead Jones

Summery: This will eventually be a bunch of random one-shots, but here’s the first. There won't be very much plot, mostly just fluff but dang it'll be cute. Follow the misadventures of two guys that love to hate each other and can't live without trying to out-snark the other. 

This specific chapter is based on the prompt: “we argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside of class”

Note: The characters are kind of a personality mix of the comics and RD, but the the events of either haven't happened in the story unless explicitly stated. I tried to find a happy middle ground and honestly there's so little for this pairing at all that I had to do something about it.

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Short story, short fuse

A lot changed between the end of their high school year and the start of college. People were starting to realize that there were more important things to worry about in school now, since everyone there was there by choice. Many were there through loans, working hard to keep up grades so they don’t have to take a class a second time and pay for that extra semester. One of those people was Jughead Jones. His family may have once had money to spend frivolously, but that changes quite a bit ago and he’s learned how to adapt to that, even if that meant having to accept that he would be in debt for many, many years. He got a good number of scholarships to help, mostly from his writing and showing off the time he did in the school paper. It softened the blow, but not significantly.

Reggie Mantle on the other hand got a full ride despite the fact that his parents had more than enough money to help support his schooling. Things changed, but not drastically. Bullying was much less of an issue, it was more of a mild annoyance in the back of a classroom and less of a targeting nerds and throwing them in trash cans or slapping the lunch out of someone’s hands. Being obnoxious in the quad, playing hacky sack and guitar probably, if Jughead had any guess what his schedule would consist of. He could have sworn that he purposefully thrown a frisbee at his soda already. He was still a menace to society, just a little more relaxed than before.

He was easy to ignore if he was out of sight, or at least on the opposite side of the hall or whatever. During class he was mostly tolerable. Stayed pretty quiet, aside from the occasional burst of laughter after the sound of an undecipherable whisper from his friend. Annoying, but tolerable.

It became less tolerable though, when the class discussion happened. It was only a matter of time until they had a spat. In fact, he was sure that it was going to be before the first two months of class starting. There weren’t many voices hopping in, mostly the same three or four people as usual. Archie tried his best to be a part of the conversation often times, but tended to point out the most obvious parts. It wasn’t too helpful aside from the fact he was the one to chirp in first and get things kicked off.

The assignment was pretty simple: read the short story Ponies by Kij Johnson and dissect it’s meaning. It was a morbid story about growing up and having to make unknown sacrifices. At least to Jughead, that’s what it was. He was in the middle of explaining, “The other girls forcing her to take away her pony’s abilities represent having childhood taken away and responsibilities thrust upon her.” When he heard a muttered huff of laughter a couple of desks away from him. There he spotted Reggie looking down at his notebook, pencil moving in small circles. Probably doodling idly, wanting to do anything that wasn’t this. He ignored it for a moment then continued. “Her giving into them was resigning and taking hold of the situation.”

There was a sigh and the sound of a chair straining against someone leaning back against it with all their weight. Reggie was now looking over. “Figures you’d try to think it’s something so edgy,” He said with his arms crossed.

“Alright, did you even read it? What do you think it is if you’re so critical of what my interpretation of it is?” Jughead decided to challenge him, since he decided that he could criticize his analysis so rudely.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel the need to rattle off what I think it is as long as I possibly could, but at least you’re eating up time for the rest of us.” He shrugged his shoulders, folded arms adjusting on his chest to accommodate the challenging action.

“That’s literally the point of this discussion. What do you think it is if you think you know so much about what’s going on in the writer’s head.” Jughead came back with in a rather flat tone.

“Peer pressure, obviously. You’d have to be an idiot to misinterpret that much.” Reggie scoffed, looking around to one of the boys on his right before looking back to where Jughead was to affirm his beliefs. He could actually see where he was coming from with that much but there was no way he would agree with it now that he said it out loud.

“Alright boys, let's simmer down some. This is supposed to be a friendly debate, let's try to approach this with open minds.” The professor piped in, a shorter, stout older woman with hair light brown hair. She hadn’t had the chance before to see what they were like when pitted against each other yet. She was about to learn and Jughead was sure that she was not going to be thrilled with the rest of the semester to have them both in there.

Reggie nodded, sitting up and leaning his elbows against the desk. “You’re so right. I’m so sorry, Ms. Montes. Simmer down, Jones. You’re ruining this discussion for the rest of us.”

Jughead was many things, but a quitter was not one of them. “Right, cause I’m sure Mantle the Moron didn’t carry over here? Now you’re going to be the star student? Peer pressure is such a cop out example that anyone can throw onto an analysis if they try hard enough.” He threw right back, fire flaring back up in his stomach in order to try and win the argument now.

“Boys, we have forty minutes left in class and I refuse to have it filled with your little spat. You two will need to stay quiet for the rest of class or you’re going to have to leave the rest of us to carry on the discussion without you.” Montes warned from the comfort of her seat in the center of the room. Jughead felt a hand on his arm. It was Archie with thick, furrowed brow signalling him to let it drop. He knew that the both of them being in that class made it tolerable and him being there would be great for Jughead to help him out with homework later on.

It worked for a minute or so, until Jughead tried to interject with a point about seven minutes later to one of Josie’s comments and Reggie made a point to obnoxiously call him out on it.

They were both banished from the classroom immediately. Jughead tried to backpedal pretty hard, Reggie tried to defend his side in saying that it wasn’t fair that he got to speak when Reggie was sitting there quietly. Neither defence worked and they were left alone in the hall: shocked and bitter.

“You know, I was hoping your douche baggery was left in high school where it belongs, but obviously you’re not finished with being an ass.” Jughead started, shoving his laptop into his bag since he didn’t really have the chance to before being scooted out of the classroom. He held onto the book and kept it tucked under his arm, turning to look at Reggie to see if he had something to come back with. Knowing him, he probably did and they weren’t going to let it die. This may have even started a semester long feud.

“Yeah, I can’t help it when you’re so wrong that I have to be the one to tell you. No one else wanted to say anything cause you looked so proud of your edgy interpretation.” He rolled his eyes and slung a strap over his shoulder.

“Are you kidding? It’s an edgy story. It’s about mutilating My Little Pony, there’s got to be some stupid, crazy theory behind it.” Reggie started to walk away, obviously trying to dismiss their talk but that wasn’t going to happen just yet. He followed in suit, not missing a step and marching next to him.

Reggie looked over at him, looking him over and seeing the determined stance that he took in following him. He grinned, biting back the warmth in it and twisting it into something cocky. “You really want to talk about this even more? We just got out of talking about it for the other half of that class. You can just admit you’re wrong and go your own way now.” He tried to shoo him away weakly, slowing down his stride to discreetly accommodate Jughead’s smaller steps.

“Because I’m not wrong and I want to know that you actually have points behind your theory and it’s not you picking the easiest way out.” He explained with less heat behind it than there was in the classroom. Like he genuinely wanted to hear what he had to say about it.

Reggie groaned loudly and rolled his head back for a moment. “God, you really are a giant nerd. I could be doing better things than this since we got out early.” Reggie shot back, turning his head to look over at him and scan him for ulterior motives. “I’m starting to think you didn’t write the paper and you’re just trying to use my precious brain for your needs.”

Jughead snorted sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s why I was giving a full thesis statement. Also, never call your mind precious again. I think that sort of thing sailed when you were like ten. You don’t get to have a ‘precious mind’ after that cause that sounds like it would also have to be innocent and other sorts of synonyms that fit like a square through a circle peg.”

“Did you just use the word synonym in an actual, real life conversation without prompting?” Reggie shot back in an instant, raising a brow and smirking.

“I know big words confuse you but I can sound it out for you if you need to google it.”

“You know, that’s no way to try and get my views on the short story.”

“Oh, my mistake then. Your mind is filthy and there’s no use in trying to salvage it. Is that better?” There was no sign of regret or genuine apologetic nature in general behind the words at all. “No, not in any way shape or form. We can work on that though. If you admit that my mind is a holy, wonderful place, I’ll be a nerd with you until until the time that class was actually supposed to end. How’s that?” Jughead was tempted by the offer. They had a strict rule about never saying anything good about each other, so using it purely as payment seemed like a trick.

“You’re not going to record me saying that or anything, right?” He asked, using cautious steps now that they neared the on campus cafe. “That sounds like a dirty trick, it would be wrong of me to lie like that to get you to do the classwork that we didn’t do.” He said slyly, a clever looking grin creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, well that’s the price of a beautiful mind. Pay the price or bounce. I woke up way too early for this shit so I’m gonna energize.” Reggie tipped his head in the general direction of the counter and stopped in front of the entrance. “So what’ll it be?”

Jughead slowed to a stop as well, now looking at him with an emotion that was far too intense for the situation at hand. “Hands up so I can see that this stays between us here and now.” He waited for him to comply, giving him a stern look that stopped the witty comment as it touched his lips. “Your mind is a wonderful, holy place. Supposedly.” he refused to look at the smug grin on the athlete’s face as he admitted it, but he knew just from the radiance coming off of him that it was there.

He hummed with pleasure, leaning in ever so slightly and let his hands drop to his pockets. “That’s almost right. Let me hear it one more time.”

“I think the fuck not. That was a once in a lifetime offer and if you missed it, it’s gone for good.” He crossed his arms, now holding the book in his hand instead of pinched under his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to say it after you hear how much better my ideas are.” He insisted, walking in and not bothering to hold the door open for Jughead as he followed. “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

“Don’t hold your breath. Or do.” He came back, catching the door as it was closing in on him. They ordered and found a booth in the corner where people didn’t tend to look immediately, and fell into an almost friendly debate over coffee.

[athcnvs]

☾✧.° VILLAS TASK #004: FAMILY !

though far from perfect, the chae family was in no way tearing apart at the seams. athena found herself to be relatively comfortable whenever she was around them, able to be her talkative, sometimes awkward self, even with her parents. her immediate family would often have movie nights at home together, renting a dvd from redbox or choosing something from netflix, watching it using their own little projector setup. it was a bit extra. they’d sometimes even invite graham over for the fun whenever he was available, and when brandon was still an active part of athena’s life, he would be there too. it’s kind of funny because her mom, dad, and sister would always gossip about athena while she was present, casually arguing over whether graham or brandon was better (her mother and sister preferred the former, her father the latter). she would always turn a shade of red, prompting more teasing from them. their family dynamic isn’t one where they tell each other everything, but they’re not out-of-the-loop with each other, either. it was a balance especially with the children, the girls having a vague idea of what they were both comfortable with sharing to their parents at the dinner table, which meant nothing too deep. yeah, athena did choose a college on the opposite side of the country to be apart from them, but it didn’t mean that she hated her family. she just sometimes felt suffocated by the concern they had for her, you feel? a girl needs to breathe. make her own decisions without the burdening thoughts of how her family would react if they found out. they’re chill, though. they have a group chat, and athena often sends memes.

minhyuk chae ( 채민혁 )  — father

age: fifty-one

occupation: chemical engineer

place of birth: daegu, south korea

hometown: daegu, south korea

current residence: seattle, washington

athena’s father was never one for many words, the quieter, more reserved parent of the two (though not by a lot). growing up, he always prepared a lunch for his daughters before he left for work and them for school. tteokbokki was a frequent member of the menu, especially since athena could never get tired of it. every now and then, he’d take the girls out to a museum, and it was safe to say that the museum of pop culture was athena’s absolute favorite. he eventually bought them a membership there. he was also the one who enrolled athena in piano lessons, to which she was incredibly thankful because it sparked her initial interest in music. as she grew up with a passion for playing strings, he wholeheartedly supported her hobby, only wanting the best for his eldest daughter. but that was exactly the thing. coming from a lower-middle class family in south korea that tried to support a household of seven, all he ever dreamed of immigrating to america was for his children to have the best. so when athena opened up about wanting to pursue a career in music, it was obvious that he was incredibly nervous. he didn’t want her to struggle to make ends meet if she fails to get where she wants to be without a backup plan. he wanted her to strive for something practical. something with more stability. it was hard for him to tell her that he wouldn’t financially support a major in music. it hurt him to tell her that, but he thought it was for the best. of course, athena tried to see it from his point of view, and she eventually complied with some hesitation. he just wants her to reach her full potential; he sees a lot of it in her. their relationship now isn’t as close as it was before, not necessarily because of his lack of support for a music-related career, but due to athena growing up and becoming more independent. once she left for college, he was no longer able to make her lunches. she didn’t need him for help with science homework. his little girl didn’t need him as much as she used to, save for him texting her about job opportunities in the computer science field because she’s out here being unemployed. though a bittersweet feeling, minhyuk only wishes her well. the words “i love you” have never left his mouth when it came to his daughters, but it’s no need. athena already knows.

soojin chae nee bak ( 채수진 ) — mother

age: fourty-eight

occupation: data analyst for amazon, inc.

place of birth: seoul, south korea 

hometown: seoul, south korea

current residence: seattle, washington

soojin chae loves replying to athena’s text messages using imessage stickers or a series of emojis. she’s that mom. the two of them could probably hold a conversation using solely stickers (from soojin) and reaction images (from athena). her mother was more into greek mythology than her father was, though it was partially a major bonding factor that brought the couple together. to go along with the daily lunches her husband made for their daughters, soojin would insert pieces of a myth into their bags, starting it off in the beginning of the week and ending the story by friday. athena would occasionally get impatient and look up the entire myth in a book instead of waiting for the next part. however, the stories eventually became more infrequent as the girls got older. her mom simply became too busy to search for new material, guilty of repeating some as the years passed. she wasn’t an extremely strict mother, but that was mostly because athena never really did anything to push the boundaries. you know those parents on facebook who always post pictures of their families no matter how minor the importance of the event? yeah, that’s her mom. athena’s timeline review is filled with a bunch of pictures she finds unflattering, not daring to add it to her timeline. she really resented the amount of times her mom would ask her to pose in front of a random wall or request that a waiter take their picture at a restaurant they’ve been to several times before, but it became routine after a while, her audible whining more of a habit than actual distaste. during the times athena was away from seattle for school, it felt weird not having an iphone camera in her face so often. as much as she would hate to admit it, she also picked up the practice of taking pictures in remotely interesting places. although soojin came from a wealthier family than her husband, she still harbored the same wishes for her daughters, so she was quick to back him up when he expressed his concerns toward athena’s future. that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the moments when her daughter would lounge around in their living room, practicing her music for jazz band. if anything, she relished in the sound, filled with pride for her talented daughter. now that athena’s pretty much left the nest, soojin acknowledges that she’s becoming an independent woman, but that sure doesn’t stop her from checking in every so often, making sure she’s doing alright.

artemis chae — younger sister

fc: lee suji

age: seventeen

occupation: student (high school senior)

place of birth: seattle, washington

hometown: seattle, washington

current residence: seattle, washington

snapchat streak: 329

some siblings tend to take interest in the hobbies their older siblings participate in, but not artemis chae. to call athena the music girl would make artemis the sports girl. currently captain of her school’s tennis team, she’s athletically everything athena is not. however, she sometimes feels like sports are the only thing she can surpass her older sister in. it’s the good ol’ feeling of living in another person’s shadow. artemis wonders if she invested herself so much in athletics only because athena never did. growing up, she typically had the same teachers her sister previously had, which automatically set a standard for her in their minds. since athena was so smart, so behaved, artemis should be the same, right? the constant pressure of fitting the mold of her sister weighed on her quite heavily, even her own parents comparing the two from time to time. she didn’t take to things as quickly. she always got distracted in class, her mind wandering elsewhere as she doodled in her notebook. however, it was difficult to resent athena. she would never say it to her face, but the girl is everything she could ask for in an older sister. even though she finds her to be embarrassing sometimes, artemis wouldn’t want to change a thing. whatever the two of them wouldn’t share with their parents, they would share with each other, whether it be about boys or complaints about their insecurities and fears in a somewhat lighthearted manner. nowadays it’s less of the latter. athena values artemis’ opinions a lot, trusting each and every song, movie, and drama recommendation that is sent her way. they’ve got a lot of banter, as one can see through the comments artemis leaves on her sister’s instagram posts. they rarely ever get into real arguments, but when they do, boy, can it go too far. if there’s something the two have in common, it’s being stubborn. additionally, artemis is definitely more of a rule breaker than her sister is, acting before thinking, doing most things before thinking, really. athena loves her anyway, though. she feels a sense of protectiveness over her little sister and is willing to throw fists at anyone that tries to hurt her. the sentiment is also the same vice versa. when artemis found out about the whole brandon situation, she was ready to square up. when she left for penn state, athena knew that she was going to miss artemis most of all. there was something comforting about having her around, even with her shenanigans. the moment athena got her license was a revolutionary point for them because it meant that they could go on sister adventures together, which usually meant going downtown. probably getting boba. if someone hears athena talking loudly in her room, she’s most likely on facetime with artemis. they’re just really close, man. some siblings tend to avoid each other in public spaces, but not these two! oh, yeah, there’s also artemis’ dog penelope, but she doesn’t trust athena with her, lowkey. she often teases her about the fact that she has her own pet while athena’s only ever had a betta fish that died shortly after two months. athena threatens to dognap penny.

daehyun kang — first cousin

fc: yoon dowoon

age: twenty-three

occupation: front-end software engineer for ign

place of birth: seoul, south korea

hometown: seattle, washington

current residence: san francisco, california

snapchat streak: 238

the kang family immigrating to seattle when daehyun was four and seulbi was two, athena can’t recall a time without them being around, having lived fifteen minutes away from them practically her entire life. daehyun is the eldest out of the cousins on athena’s mother’s side, and a lot of athena’s interests can be traced back to him. much like athena, he dabbled in music, a part of his high school’s drumline, and before he went off to college, he would occasionally appear in athena’s youtube covers, having a decent singing voice himself. their shared love of music only strengthened their bond, and it was actually dae who had introduced athena to the music of pat benatar and fleetwood mac, for which she is incredibly thankful. they currently have a collaborative playlist on spotify with a plethora of song recommendations for each other. visiting each other’s houses often as they grew up — artemis and seulbi present as well — athena couldn’t help but think of dae as an older brother figure, and she anxiously awaited the next time she was able to hang out with her cousins. also, dae was the person who got athena into video games. she remembers the days when they would sit around and play sonic heroes together, both of their sisters spectating in amusement as their teams would travel through each of the three courses. when they got older, they would expand their horizons, trying out first-person shooters and narrative games. the two of them hold a special attachment to the animal crossing games, though, visiting each other’s towns whenever the got the chance to. during the earlier months of overwatch, the two would play together, dae starting off as a junkrat main, but he got bored of the game after a while, so he stopped playing while athena kept on with it. if there’s one thing that athena gets tired of when it comes to dae, it’s the fact that people have tried to befriend her solely to get close to him. they didn’t even go to the same schools, but through means of the internet and social media, she would occasionally get facebook messages that start off introductory then eventually lead into the topic of her cousin, who one would consider to be swooned over by many. athena makes fun of him for it; it’s hilarious to her as long as she isn’t involved. when he left for university out of the state, she was no doubt devastated. who was going to be there to watch out for her like an older brother would? thoroughly evaluate each one of the boys she associated herself with (which was more endearing to her than annoying and invasive, actually)? despite the fact that they rarely see each other in person anymore, the sense of friendship and family they have has not withered. he even joked that he would fly out to hawaii with his girlfriend to visit her at the villa. athena thinks his girlfriend is really shallow, though, so it’s kind of awkward whenever he brings her up because she doesn’t like her all that much. she thinks she’s with him for his money, an accusation to which dae laughs at in amusement. oh, well.

seulbi kang — first cousin

fc: seol in-ah

age: twenty-one

occupation: student (uc berkeley fourth year)

place of birth: seoul, south korea

hometown: seattle, washington

current residence: berkeley, california

snapchat streak: 87 (bee is a heathen who breaks 200+ streaks, unfortunately)

athena only being a year apart from both of her cousins — at least, the two she communicates with regularly who don’t live in south korea — it’s no surprise that they have their own special bond. their own cousin squad, one could say, which consisted of athena, artemis, daehyun, and seulbi. bee had always been closer to artemis than athena, but they’re still close nonetheless. a huge science nerd, even competing with her high school’s science bowl and science olympiad team, she has provided athena with a lot of the scientific facts stored in her brain over the past several years. the two of them are also foodie buddies, the pair often driving out to different restaurants in the time before athena left to go to penn state. if someone was to analyze the messages they send to each other, fifty percent of them would probably be tasty or insider food videos. the worst thing is that fifty percent of those messages are sent between the hours of 11pm to 3am, leaving the other upset about having late-night cravings that cannot be satisfied. athena is oblivious to this, but seulbi kind of envies the relationship she has with daehyun because it feels like he’s closer to her than he is his own younger sister. there’s even been times when people have confused athena for his sister and bee for his cousin, which did nothing to help the situation at all. however, similar to the way artemis has to deal with her older sister’s shadow, it’s hard for bee to resent athena for it because she’s been nothing but kind to her. calling each other nerds doesn’t count as malicious behavior. it’s just a part of their dynamic, teasing each other over little things something they’re far too familiar with. athena finds bee’s company to be extremely valuable, and she admires her intellect and work ethic. there have been times in high school where she’s turned down plans to eat with athena because she was immersing herself in schoolwork. of course, she got upset whenever that happened, but she was mostly just in awe of the self control. after seulbi started college at berkeley, though, she began to party a lot, probably a result of her newfound freedom, and she would tell athena stories about her interactions and experiences. the replies would usually be in all capital letters, a string of “oh my god”s followed by a much calmer “wow,” lowercase. the shift in character from a goody-two-shoes to a more impulsive, reckless partier is still something she has trouble wrapping her mind around, and bee has entrusted athena not to tell any of their parents about what she’s been doing in college. or how she barely passed her midterm because of sleep deprivation causing stupid mistakes. of course, she’d never tell, but she still worries about bee. a lot. she even makes her feel like more of a mom than she does with artemis sometimes. wild.

[sky-full-of-imagines]

You’re On (Sirius Black x Slytherin Reader)

“Can you please write a real fluffy sirius x slytherin reader imagine? Where they hate each other at first but as the years go by they come to like each other? REALLY like each other haha. Thank you for your amazing writings btw I am obsessed xx” omg thank you so much!!! i loved this prompt and i hope it exceeds expectations! xx

You sighed as you felt a raindrop land on your forehead as you looked up to the skies, you were supposed to be getting ready for Quidditch practice, but seeing as how it was starting to rain you almost skipped out but you knew that the rest of your team would hex you if you did. I’m so over this childish rivalry, I just wanna be wrapped up in my blankets…

You had an upcoming match with none other than Gryffindor, as a Slytherin you were less than thrill because this meant extra practices, which meant less free time for naps. Nevertheless, you mounted your broom and started doing some laps as you waited for the rest of your team.

“Say, Y/N, if you fall, would you land on your feet?” a voice called out from the bleachers. You rolled your eyes and flipped off Sirius Black with your hand that was also holding your bat. Just great, you thought, he here to watch your team’s practice with his little posse, and the rest of the Gryffindor team. It wasn’t unusual for the other team to come and watch their competition during practice, it was mostly annoying because they would try to distract them, and now that Sirius was there with them, it meant that you would be his number one target.

You and Sirius were both in the same year, but you had never gotten along with the long haired boy, even when you were little, you two would bicker endlessly, driving both of your mother’s crazy. You were the only child from a very prominent pure blood family, and just like Sirius’s family, blood status was incredibly important to your parents. You remember watching Sirius’s sorting ceremony, how you gasped when he was sorted into Gryffindor whereas you safely sat next with the rest of the important heirs of pure blood families at the Slytherin table.

As far as you could recall, your years at Hogwarts with Sirius were less than amicable.

First year was spent throwing dirty glances towards one another, bumping into their shoulder a little too harshly when walking down the hall and of course, nicknaming each other some ridiculous named that would leave both parties grinding their teeth. He dubbed you Princess of Slytherin, and how you hated it. To get even with him, you call him Goldie Locks. That was four years ago, you were both currently in your fifth year both those names still annoyed you both to the core.

During second year nothing much had changed between the two of you, it wasn’t until third year after spending a summer vacation with the Black family and yours in the country side for a week that Sirius decided to make your life a living hell, and you retaliated.

You were coming back from Quidditch try outs, feeling particularly confident in yourself and how it went. You were turning down a hallway when suddenly there was a loud explosion and the air around you was a very bright and powdery green; you looked down at your hands and you noticed that they were also bright green. You were speechless, completely confused at what had happened before you heard laughter.

“James, don’t you think the Slytherin Princess looks lovely?” Sirius bragged to James, coming down the opposite side of the hallway.

“Sirius Orion Black, you have ten bloody seconds to get this off of me or I’ll hex you so hard, your great grandchildren will feel it.” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Hmm, I don’t know Princess, green really suits you.” before you could threaten him again he ran down the hallway, James following behind as you were left fuming and green.

 “Oi, watch where you’re going.” You growled as Sirius bumped into you after Potions.

“And if I don’t? what are you gonna do? Run to mummy and daddy?” he taunted, you scoffed at him.

“What makes you think I’ll willingly talk about your slimy ways with them? We only associate with pure bloods.” you sneered. He said nothing more and left with a dark look on his handsome face. Truth be told, you hated the whole ‘pure blood’ argument, but if it meant getting Sirius off your back for a moment or two, you would swallow your pride and preach a sermon that you’ve always hated. Sirius had embarrassed you countless of times and it was time for you to give him a dose of his own medicine.

During your fourth year, you briefly dated Lucius Malfoy and that seemed to make Sirius go out of his way to intentionally bother you more than before. You would find your books disappearing from your dorm, robes that were discolored and once you spent a whole week with green hair thanks to his prank.

It wasn’t until Lucius ended things with you that the pranks and glares briefly stopped. After the break up, the marauders noticed how Sirius would glance at you more often and how he wouldn’t have a weekly prank just for you.

Sirius had developed feelings for you. He stopped with the cruel pranks, in fact, the last prank that he played on you was transforming into his animagus form. He literally came barreling into the Slytherin common room, grabbed your freshly done Transfigurations essay and ran off with it. You had to fight a dog for your essay and the dog won, ripping it apart. Needless to say, McGonagall didn’t believe you when you told her a dog ate your homework.

By the end of your fourth year, you were beginning to see the messy haired boy as less of a nuance, he didn’t prank you like he used to so now you found his pranks and jokes endearing.

Which brings you back to now, fifth year.

“I can’t believe you dragged us out here just so you could stare at Y/N.” Remus muttered to Sirius as they marauders held to their rain jackets tightly.

“Oh shut up, Moony, a little rain never hurt anyone.”

“Seriously, just ask her out already, you both seem to be mature enough to handle each other outside of a duel without killing each other.”

“Very funny, Prongs, and no, I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“I wouldn’t consider death glares in between classes something to cherish…” Remus said.

“How about this, if Y/N doesn’t knock out Lucius with a Bludger, I’ll ask her out.”

“Aw come on, you know she dated the git and still has some pent up aggression towards him, it’ll be a miracle if Lucius comes out of this practice without a bruise from Y/N.” James pointed out, but nevertheless, they shook hands with Sirius.

“If you don’t fulfill your end of the bet you have to cut your hair. All of it.” James smirked as Sirius’s eyes widened.

Much to his displeasure, Lucius managed out of practice unscathed. The Marauders pointed towards you as you made your way across the field and towards the locker room. He nervously made his way to you, this was not how he planned asking you out but a bet is a bet and he loved his hair dearly.

You were heading towards the locker room when a hand grabbed your shoulder, making you turn around.

“I guess you’re getting better at blocking me out, huh?” Sirius asked with a smirk.

“I’m in it to win it.” you shrugged.

“How about we make this game a little more interesting…” he trailed off.  You arched an eyebrow, prompting him to go on.

“If Gryffindor wins, you have to go on a date with me.” He declared.

“Is this some sort of joke? Listen if it’s because of what I said last year about being a scum and all that other pureblood nonsense, I’m truly sorry.” You apologized, you saw the look of surprise on his face.

“Wow, I can’t believe you still remember that, I mean I knew you didn’t mean it but that truly showed why you were sorted there, you’re cunning and know how to use your ‘opponent’s’ weakness against them.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You stifled a laugh.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Sirius Black admitted that I’m smarter than him.” You said good-naturally. He simply shrugged.

“So what do you say?” he asked.

“I swear to Merlin, if this is a joke…”

“I promise you, Y/N, this is not a joke. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Alright Black, you’re on.” You shook hands and felt a spark of electricity as your hand connected with his. Little did you know he felt the same thing.

“Come on let’s get you into something dry, I want to win this fair and square.” He said leading you inside the castle.

The days leading up the match were some of the most nerve wracking ones you’ve ever lived. Part of you was confused on these new found feelings for Sirius and the rest of you was hoping that Gryffindor would win.

You began to notice Sirius more and more; how his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he would doodle on the corner of his parchment during Charms. More than once you caught him staring at you which prompted you to blush. Who would’ve thought you would be crushing on your former enemy, but I guess it’s true what they say, people change.

The day of the match finally arrived and your team was ready to win, the game began and the stakes were set high. You wanted to win just to rub it in their faces but at the same time you did wanted to go on a date with Sirius.

The game was one of the closest ones you’ve ever played, you were currently tied and the rest of your team were basically praying for your Seeker to catch the Snitch, but lo and behold, Gryffindor catches the Snitch and wins the match.

Your team congratulated them bitterly, although Lucius flat out refused to acknowledge their victory. The field was soon filled with the rest of the students, a sea of green and scarlet running towards both teams, congratulations and laments were exchanged.

Amidst the commotion you didn’t notice Sirius coming up behind you, a pair of strong arms circled around your frame and spun you around.

“I believe you owe me a date.” Sirius exclaimed as he set you down, grinning. You laughed merrily. You looked up at him and acting on the rush of adrenaline from the game, you stood on your tip toes and kissed him softly. You could tell he was surprised but without missing a beat, he kissed you back, cupping your face with his hands.

You both broke apart after a few moments, smiling at each other.

I guess you were the first Slytherin to ever be thankful for losing a match against Gryffindor.

[your-miss-right]

1 Year

Summary: Six times Yoongi didn’t quite realize that they fit almost too perfectly into each other’s lives.

“You look like you belong here and maybe I’m greedy, but stay.”

From the CN9 Universe

Yoongi likes to think he’s rather quick to catch on to things. Then again his friends like to say otherwise, considering his relationship with Y/n took several months to form. Neither he nor Y/n could find it in them to say they liked each other and it was starting to get painful to watch. Yoongi claims that was his one slip up or at least one of very, very few.

Today though, Namjoon is looking at him funny, like he’s realized something very obvious. It’s a strange cross between discovery, amusement, and disbelief. The look on his face makes Yoongi stop sipping on his coffee and when he sets it down Namjoon’s eyes follow it.

“What?” Yoongi’s voice is still raspy with sleep, but he’s more awake than he sounds.

“Nothing, I just…that mug?” Namjoon quirks a brow.

The mug in his hand is spattered with paint stains and there is a small delicate doodle of a paintbrush. It looks nothing like something he’d own.

“Oh yeah, it’s Y/n’s she left it here,” Yoongi shrugs, not really caring and he doesn’t because it’s totally normal. He’s left countless jackets at her place, some which haven been promptly returned and others that smell of her. Few have never been returned and he secretly hopes she never does because that just might mean something regrettable.

“That’s cute,” Namjoon says with a smirk and Yoongi rolls his eyes. He doesn’t really think about it and keeps sipping.

Namjoon though, he knows something Yoongi doesn’t, but he decides to keep this to himself.

Yoongi will catch on eventually. …

He doesn’t, but Jin seems to. Much like his group of friends, he doesn’t actually see it coming and it isn’t sudden. It’s just something that occurs, little by little until it sneaks up on everyone and then there it is, staring them in the face. Suddenly it becomes very obvious.

It happens when Jin shows up at Y/n’s place, he’s doing Jungkook the favor of picking up some text books he left here. The apartment is neat and tidy, lived in, but he can tell Rina doesn’t live here anymore. She’s already graduated and has moved in with Young a few cities away, leaving Y/n alone.

“Did you just get off work?” Jin asks, he’s propped against the doorway of her bedroom as she searches through her room for the oversized books.

Y/n stands up straight and pushes her hair away from her face. He can tell she’s tired, the evidence of a long day shows in her disheveled hair and the slight flush in her cheeks. He’s certain she’s going to curl up into a ball and doze away her day when he leaves.

“Yeah, I’m so over today,” Y/n shakes her head and lets out a squeal of joy when she finds exactly what she’s looking for.

“Long day?” Jin asks and she puts the heavy books in his hands.

“Yes, I just want to sleep forever,” Y/n laughs easily and she follows Jin to the door. They’re not expecting to see Yoongi hovering in the doorway, hands filled with take out bags.

“Hey you two,” Yoongi greets the pair and Jin waves with his free hand while Y/n rushes up to him to press an innocent kiss to his cheek.

“Yoongi!” When Y/n pulls back Jin’s finds a brightness in her eyes that definitely wasn’t there before. Yoongi looks a bit bashful and there’s a softness in his gaze that belongs solely to Y/n.

“You sounded like you needed a night in when you called earlier, so I figured why not?” Yoongi shrugs and he moves to place the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” Y/n looks flustered, even though Jin is certain this isn’t the first time Yoongi has let himself in to surprise her.

“Do you want to stay to eat Jin?” Yoongi asks comfortably. It makes Jin blink and stare for a moment. He wonders when Yoongi began feeling at home here, coming in and out when he pleased. Y/n is by his side gathering plates and she looks up at Jin with bright eyes.

“Stay! I’m pretty sure Jungkook won’t mind if he gets those books a little later today.”

Jin thinks maybe he should say no, but he really wants to stay, so he does. While they eat, he can’t shake off how normal this feels and how it was that they never realized what was happening. It just occurred as if it were something that was meant to be.

When he looks at Yoongi and Y/n side by side, he doesn’t think they’re aware of how well they fit into each other’s lives.

…

Jimin doesn’t really know how it is that Yoongi survives sometimes. His sleep hours are messed up, he only every seems to drink water, coffee, and tea. He works part time and is dealing with his last year of school. Then there’s the fact that his fridge is often close to empty, with the exception of hot sauce and the occasional stale bread inhabiting the cold space.

It really is a wonder the senior hasn’t died of malnutrition yet.

“Oh hey Jimin!” Y/n has just answered Yoongi’s door. It’s not much of a surprise to be honest. She’s here often enough, sometimes she’s just killing time in between classes or work. Other days she’s staying to nap or for the night.

“Hey, Yoongi’s here right?” Jimin strides in as Y/n holds the door open for him. Jungkook is sitting on the couch and there are books strewn about. It’s clear that they’re in the middle of a study session.

“Yeah, he just jumped in the shower really quick, he’ll be out in a bit,” Y/n follows after, but instead of going back to the couch and sitting with Jungkook she moves into the kitchen. There’s the smell of garlic and meat cooking, as well as vegetables in a different pan.

Suddenly it makes sense. Jimin’s about to ask, but Jungkook stops him and says, “The weird thing is they haven’t even thought about living together.”

Jimin raises a brow and asks, “Really?”

Jungkook nods, unconcerned as to whether Y/n hears them, she’s too busy throwing in egg noddles and frying them.

“I asked her the other day and she just kind of shrugged. Apparently they’ve never even talked about it. Yoongi hasn’t ever said anything?” Jungkook is peering over at Y/n adoringly, much like a sibling would do to their older sister.

“I don’t think he realizes it, neither of them do.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Food’s ready!” Y/n drops bowls in front of the boys and leaves a portion aside for Yoongi. When Jungkook pretends to steal a piece of beef Y/n chuckles.

“What?” Jungkook is hovering over the bowl and Y/n is already giving Jungkook a second portion.

“Don’t, Yoongi always eats his extra spicy.” Jungkook moves back immediately.

Sure enough when Yoongi takes his own bowl, he lets out a hum of delight. Y/n doesn’t even seem to notice, for her it’s become quite normal. Yoongi though, as he takes his second bite, slows, and for a second looks confused.

Jungkook and Jimin notice that Yoongi might be realizing something.

…

Hoseok has always thought love meant a number of things. When he was little he thought that meant free hugs and kisses, cute names like darling, sweetheart, and honey. As he got older he realized it could also mean, fireworks, sweaty palms, and shaky knees. Eventually he also learned it means hurting, aching, loss of breath, and a bad case of the blues.

Nowadays he knows love is a mixture of those things because not everyday is perfect and some days you’re going to love them endlessly. Other days you’re going to love them even when you hate them. So he applies this one rule, he knows he loves someone (romantically or platonically) when he loves and thinks this person makes his world brighter when they’re in even their shittiest of moods.

It’s how he realized he loved his first college girlfriend, how he realized he loved Taehyung in the most innocent and brotherly way possible, and he came to terms with his affection for Y/n.

It is also how he realized that Yoongi was impossibly in love with Y/n and she with him.

It wasn’t a shock really, but when Hoseok noticed he felt like a light bulb went off and he wondered if the pair knew what was going on.

“You’re sulking,” Hoseok was a mixture of amused and smug. Amused because few times had he seen Yoongi like this and smug because as one of Y/n’s closest friends he was already well equipped and immune to her moods.

Yoongi, after one year of dating seemed to be, but there was no hiding the slight hurt and agitation that he still felt whenever Y/n was being snappy or they had gotten into a row.

“Am not,” Yoongi frowned at his computer and after a second schooled his face back into a neutral expression.

“Right, you just have a naturally cute pout,” Hoseok chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

Yoongi frowned again and this time turned to him, “She’s just so difficult sometimes, like I don’t understand why she can’t take advice.”

Hoseok doesn’t fight back a chuckle and asks, “What kind of advice?”

“All I did was suggest that stupid little, silver choker,” Yoongi groans and runs a hand through his hair.

“What?” Hoseok blinks. He can already tell this is one of those small, silly fights between them.

“It’s not like I was telling her what to wear, besides she looks great with silver jewelry, but no. She has to go and make a big deal out of it. Do you haven any idea how difficult she is sometimes? Did you know she always kicks off the blankets when we nap? Oh my god, I can’t!”

Hoseok lets out a cackle, he’s never seen Yoongi so distressed and he finds this beyond amusing.

“Please tell me you’re not actually upset or mad. She’s just in one of her moods.” Hoseok knows Y/n too well and if anything he knows the root of this petty argument. It might just take Yoongi a minute to realize it.

“No, I’m just worried that she’s actually upset with me. I know she wouldn’t pick a fight with me just because, something’s bothering her and she doesn’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs at the back of his neck and huffs.

Hoseok’s about to offer some friendly advice when there’s a knock at the door. When Yoongi pulls it open Y/n rushes in and her arms wind around his waist. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to return her affection and places a kiss on the top of her forehead.

Hoseok can make out the muffled words, “I’m sorry, I was being ridiculous. I was having a crap day and I was nervous about meeting your family because I want them to like me,” Y/n is pressing her face hard against his chest, hiding her bashful expression from view.

Yoongi sighs and mumbles, “Silly brat, you know I could never really stay mad at you. Besides I love you and that should be enough reason for everyone to like you.”

Hoseok makes a silent exit, but not before giving Yoongi a knowing smile.

Yoongi meanwhile looks rather wistful, like a curious thought might’ve just crossed his mind.

…

Taehyung is probably the only one that notices that odd transition before everyone else does. The first time it happens he calls Y/n hoping to find her at home. Instead she is out with Yoongi. It makes complete sense considering Rina has moved out, leaving Y/n at home alone. That same night when Taehyung and Hoseok pay her a visit, Yoongi is in tow and he retreats to Y/n’s bedroom to nap away, leaving the trio to joke, laugh, and drink around the warm and full kitchen.

The second time it occurs is when he visits Yoongi with Jimin, there’s a house party going on, Yoongi is busy talking to someone about a photoshoot, and there’s punch all over the counter. It takes Y/n all of two seconds to find towels, clean up the mess, and get Taehyung into one of Yoongi’s old shirts. He realizes that Y/n is much more at home here, than she is in that empty apartment.

The last and final time is when he and Jungkook are with Yoongi, he’s busy studying and they’re waiting for him to finish so they can run off and play in the dimly lit night. It doesn’t take long for the male to finish and when they’re out clinking beers together and saying cheers, Yoongi looks pensive.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook raises a brow.

For a moment it seems Yoongi hasn’t heard him because he pauses a little too long.

But then there’s a huff and Yoongi replies, “Nothing, everything’s fine.”

Taehyung already knows what it might be, but he pries anyway, “How’s Y/n’s trip going?”

Yoongi hums, “Great, she’s doing really great. She’s coming home next week.”

“Thank god because you’ve been kind of mopey all week,” Jungkook teases and Yoongi rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it.

“It’s funny she’s gone, but I’m pretty sure the moment I see her, I’m going to be the one that feels like he’s home. She just does that…” Yoongi takes another swig of his beer.

It’s quite obvious what comes next.

…

Y/n is finally back and Yoongi can’t stop smiling at the sight of her. Something about seeing her though, is different. He can’t quite place it. It’s nudging at the back of his mind all through their date, during dinner, during their talks, laughter, and even their ride back home.

“So did you miss me?” Y/n asks as she pulls up her feet and settles into her spot on the couch.

Yoongi doesn’t really notice this, he’s busy pulling off his jacket, but he answers off handedly, “More than I probably should.”

Y/n laughs and as he turns, he catches her gaze. That’s when it hits him.

She’s sitting there on his couch like she belongs there, as if this spot is made just for her and the spot beside her is made just for him. It took him a year to realize that they fit too perfectly into each other’s lives and he doesn’t want to miss any of that.

“Yoongi? What’s up? Do you want to trade spots?” Y/n makes to move, but Yoongi shakes his head.

“No it’s fine, sorry. You can stay there.”

Yoongi can’t help, but feel nervous and jittery the entire night. By the time he kisses her goodnight, his hands are almost shaking. He needs to call Namjoon.

…

The room is much too loud, crowded, and warm, but despite the size, they’d all agreed on spending Christmas Eve at Yoongi’s place. There’s decadent food, traditional dishes, drinks, and shiny wrapping paper. Jungkook has even managed to sneak a mistletoe somewhere in the apartment. He manages to trick Jimin into walking under it and gives his hyung a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Namjoon ends up under it with the pretty girl who buys too many books at his job. Yoongi also drags Y/n under it several times after he has a few too many drinks. By the time the night is over, Jin is sleeping on the couch, his shoulder pressed against Namjoon who is snoring quietly. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung have taken over Yoongi’s bedroom floor. Why they couldn’t take the bed, no one knows, but there they are in one big cuddle pile. Hoseok meanwhile has a love seat all to himself and he is sound asleep.

This just leaves Yoongi and Y/n sitting side by side at the coffee table. Yoongi is a little more sober and he’s starting to wonder when the sun will come up.

“Do you think we can make it?” Y/n asks, her eyes turn to balcony.

“We can do anything, I’m sure,” Yoongi replies and yawns. His head rests against Y/n’s shoulder and he places a kiss on it, making her shiver in delight.

“How about we go sleep then because I’m dying,” Y/n gets up and pulls Yoongi onto his feet.

She expects him to move and pull her along, but he stands there, faint tint on the apples of his cheeks. He licks his lips and his throat bobs as he swallows thickly.

“You’ll stay?” Yoongi looks nervous, more nervous than she’s ever seen him and she doesn’t understand why because he knows she’ll stay.

“Of course Yoongi, you know I will. Why?” She weaves her fingers with his, hoping to calm his nerves.

“No, I know you’ll stay tonight, what I mean is,” Yoongi stops and his other hand digs in his back pocket. He pulls out a silver key, with a ribbon wrapped around it, “You look like you belong here and maybe I’m greedy, but stay.”

Y/n’s heart thunders in her chest as the reality of what he’s asked sinks in. She wants to squeal and she wants to yell, “Yes!”

Instead she pulls him down in a slow, sweet kiss that leaves them flushed and buzzing from the tops of their head to the tips of their toes.

“Yoongi, you are my home.”

Yoongi can’t fight the relieved laugh that bubbles up from his throat as he pulls her close. He doesn’t think he could ever ask for a better Christmas gift, not when he has her.