#this is my opinion please leave me alone I don’t wanna hear it

[scooburst]

Scoosletter

Update for once: this is about discord more then anything. They’re annoyed at me talking to people they don’t know essentially. They call them strangers but strangers is so rude. Anyway. Not much else. I don’t know.

Am I okay; not really.

Things that happened; a lot

Log: oh wonderful, my life is falling apart.

My friend group might split. And as usual I’m stuck in the middle, still talking to everyone, hearing all of thier sides, not having an opinion, having to fake agree jsut to keep this alive. There was a huge argument and I didn’t even do anything. I just ignored it. Why don’t they hate me? Why don’t they leave? Only one of them snapped at me when I checked in anyway. Why? I don’t know. I can’t have this fall apart. I can’t lose them. Please.

I think people think I’m fake already. They’re right anyway. I don’t know who the fuck I am. This all might be an act, I don’t know. But I’m being honest when I talk, I think. I don’t remember. That’s probably fine. I just don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten. I don’t care if I’m alone just don’t forget me.

That’s it for now. I know this is a bit short and a lil late for our east coast American friends and some others as well (I don’t know time zones im sorry) but that’s fine.

Tags: @honey-bell-aint-well @skelpiescool @doubladescimitar @mydysfunctionallife @youtry2replaceurself @100percentevil

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Lyric: I just wanna go back to my room, I don’t want the fame I just want you - Rockstar, BoyWithUke

Lyric 2 because yeah: Give me a reason to hurt me, I’m so good at lying, about why I’m alone - I’m So Good At Lying, Rxseboy (ft. Powfu)

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: unplanned pregnancy, addiction

D.'s Dad went home. My Mom accompanied him to the door and said goodbye to him. I tried to talk to Nico in the meantime. I noticed he was upset about earlier. I was so sorry that he had to hear what I said about Daniel. 🤷‍♀️🙁

I was expecting Nico to get totally mad, like he used to. Especially when my Mom came to us in the living room and started to make N. bad. But he remained calm! I, went crazy! I was so mad at my Mother! She had no reason to put him down. And me too, actually. 😕

Mom: Why are you apologizing to him for?... You’re always trying to please him. You don’t have to! Finally wake up A.!.... He has no reason to be mad at you. He knew you were still married!

Me: Who asked your opinion? 😠... I don’t care what you think. Besides, you don’t even know what it’s about!

Mom: Really?... Then please enlighten me! I’m trying to help Daniel and you! Don't you care about Daniel?? You know what he went through, what happened to you both! He needs HELP!

Me: No, I will not hear this! Daniel just took off, damn it! He told me himself, that he did something that would hurt me! And still, I wasn’t mad at him! I begged him to tell me and promised him we’d fix it. But he didn’t want to, so he left. And he did it again! He decided to run away a second time. ... Didn't you listen to his Dad???... I can’t and don’t want to be with someone running away from me. I can't deal with that! Sorry.🙁😢

Mom: Just to understand it. Does that mean, it’s finally over and you want a divorce?

Me: I'm sorry, but.... yes. 🙁

Mom: Is that what YOU want, your decision, or did Nico tell you what to do?

Nico: 😒😒...

Me: I wanna be with N., as it should have been. But your.... great man, sent Nico away last year. He convinced him to leave me, by making him feel guilty. He told Nico that he would only help me get clean, if he broke up with me.😠 And Nico knew, that I had trouble with Philip. So he couldn’t leave me alone with P. There were only two options! Either I go with him to Italy, or he has to leave me here with you and break up with me, because Dad asked him to! 😠 I swear, if I had known, I would have gone with him.

Mom: Yes, you should have gone with him. 😠 That would have saved us all a lot of trouble...

Mom: And you know? I’ve never seen you as happy with Nico, as you were with Daniel.

Me: That’s really cruel what you do. He can hear you! 😠🙁

Mom: Sorry! But.. I have no more strength to...  keep you from making wrong decisions. However, I'll stay out of this thing.

Me: Fine! And... there’s one more thing, I might have to tell you. I'm pregnant! It’s Nico’s Baby and I’ll keep it.

Mom: Excuse me??... How-... N.!? Is that why you’re so quiet?... You.... really want this? 🤨

Nico: I already discussed that with her. Were it up to me, I wouldn’t even tell you.

Mom: How are you going to do that? You have to go abroad soon.

Nico: She’s coming with me! I certainly won’t leave her with you. I do not repeat mistakes!

Mom: You wanna raise your Baby on a.... soccer pitch? I mean, how do you imagine that? You really wanna take her and the Baby abroad with you, every time?.. Who should pay for all this? Can you afford this? I don’t think your soccer club is going to pay for your girlfriend & your Baby. And you can not expect a little Baby to travel back and forth constantly on the plane. A baby needs a home! A regulated, familiar environment! It takes time and effort to do all of these things, but as parents, this is your responsibility!!

Me: Don’t worry, we can do it! And now stop making him feel insecure.😠

Mom: Oh sorry, if I unsettled Nico..... This is no joke! When you have a baby, your responsibilities increase tremendously.

Nico (to me): Shit, she's right! We won’t make it. I won’t make it! I’ll never be there..... You’ll be alone most of the time.

Mom: And she won’t be able to do it alone! I know her! She will be totally overwhelmed, especially alone somewhere abroad. And what about your damn pills, A.?

Me: Shut up please! 😠😠 I can do this, hell!..... You believe me N., don’t you? 🙁😢

Nico:🙁 .......... Yea, I believe you.... I just know. ... I’ll come up with something, so I can stay with you. I just have to plan this well out. I can at least be with you at the beginning and help you get used to it. And I won’t be gone that long, I’ll always come home, as often as I can.

Mom: You’re both a little out of your mind, I think?.... You should talk to a doctor first. After that, you will know how to decide. You need to find out how those pills will affect your Baby. That's most important!! Everything else.... we can work out. I mean.... you two!

Even though my Mom calmed down a bit in the end, I was still totally disappointed in her and mad! That my Dad gets upset about Nico and can’t stand him, I was used to this. But I couldn’t understand why my Mom started doing it?? Nico said nothing wrong or bad. He only got involved in the conversation when she asked him to. However, I felt so sorry for him. I just can’t stand it when I feel that something was- or is not fair!

And who knows what his Mom will say to me, once she finds out, I’m pregnant.😥But I was most afraid to meet Melanie again. I know that sounds totally cowardly, but Melanie has always bullied me. Somehow I could not forget that. 😕

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[toxiccrybabyart]

Cleo De Nile you’re so beguile, even though you act so vile~!

Cleo has always had elements that, bug me. I love her character, but, some her design choices were, um… choices.

Just like every other G1 post, this is not a dig towards or in reference to G3. I do t want to hear anything negative about G3, this is not the place. Go comment on official monster high posts and leave us artists alone.

This one was both very fun and also very stressful for me. I always get stressed designing cultural characters, I don’t wanna be that asshole who makes something stereotypical and offensive. If I’ve done anything wrong please do let me know, I am always open to nicely worded criticism! That being said, onto my usual design ramblings.

You’ll notice pretty quickly I ended up redesigning her outfit again, that was because she didn’t look rich or mummy enough in my original, in my opinion.

You’ll also probably notice that Cleo’s skintone has changed. I have never been a fan of people designing every ancient Egyptian as a light skinned, especially the girls. Egyptians lived in Africa, and if you look at their hieroglyphics, a lot of them were dark skinned. That’s not to say they were all dark skinned but it’s very annoying that almost every depiction of Egyptians, especially girls, are light skinned. Other than that, i changed her eye color to a golden brown because the blue really bugged me for like no reason. Her hair stayed roughly the same I just made it longer. I also gave her mummy wrapping around her eye, because I thought it’d be cool.

As for her outfit, I really struggled initially, but the second one turned out really cute. I changed the golden strand to golden braids, and gave her the mummy wrapping jumper back, just in shorts form this time. I added more jewelry and did my best to make it apparent that she is rich with all the gold. I tried to keep the blue minimal while still giving it a chance to shine. Over all this second design is very cute and I am very proud of myself.

[lkhaitsu]

“ Serendipity ”

“Kenma, do you know what serendipity means?”

“No. What is that?”

“Well, you’re my serendipity.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s a secret.”

(past)

He was quiet, an outcast. Nobody really spoke to him in class besides that rooster haired kid who was a year older. It was like he was in his own world, he didn’t bother anyone and nobody bothered him. Like the hard worker you were, you always stayed afterschool to help with paperwork, cleaning duties, you name it. Unfortunately for you, you had the misfortune of having to clean with the pudding haired boy. It’s so awkward when he’s around. You’ve never heard his voice.

“Are you not gonna say anything?”

He looked up at you like you were insane. He tilted his head to the side in confusion trying to figure out what you were talking about.

“You’re so quiet it’s driving me crazy! Why don’t you ever speak? Are you a loner?”

…

“No… I’m not a loner, I’d just prefer being alone.”

He actually spoke. Out of the six months you’ve been his classmate, this was the first time you’d actually hear the boy speak.

“That’s what being a loner is..”

“I have friends.. They never leave me alone even though i’d rather be alone.”

“But why? Having the right people by your side can really help.”

“Yeah but.. It’s a hassle.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You sat down in one of the chairs waiting for him to explain what he meant by “friendship was a hassle.”

“I mean, with friendship comes trust issues, and that’s tiring. Having to constantly comfort someone because they’re upset or, someone trying to pry into your private life. I’d rather be alone.”

“Oh I see. You really are a loner aren’t you?”

“.. I guess so..”

“Well my name is [Y/N]. It’s nice we get to talk like this Kozume.”

“Just call me Kenma please.”

“Oh, okay..”

“But yeah, you’re okay too I guess.”

“I know you said having a friend is a pain but, don’t you wanna be friends with me? Cmon…!!!”

“You’re making it sound like I have absolutely zero friends, I do have friends. Annoying ones..”

“So what do ya say? Wanna be my friend?”

“No way.”

“Huh?! Why not?!”

“I see you in class. Everyone always wants to hang out with you, you’re a cool person, you also work hard constantly. I can’t keep up with that.”

“Is that praise? I can’t tell.. so will you be my friend?”

“Still no.”

“Come on! I’m cool, I promise!”

“Fine.”

(present)

As you got to know the boy known as Kenma Kozume, your opinion of him drastically changed. At first he was the weird kid in your class but now, he’s Kenma, your fiancé.

“What are you doing?” Kenma pulls your cheeks as he catches you dozing off.”

“Owe! I was just reminiscing about the past. So mean to me. Things will never change I suppose.”

“Well, if you’re fine with marrying someone like me, then.. I suppose so..”

“Kenma, I’ve told you this a while ago and I’ll say it again. You’re my serendipity.”

“What does that mean? You still never told me.”

“Ehe, it’s a secret.” <3

[strawberry-metal]

Ok, so I managed to get sick today and ended up throwing up stomach acid. Fun. Soooo I’ll try to make this update readable despite feeling like shite. Also if I come across as rude at any points I do also apologize for that. >.<

Ok… I’ll try to make this easy to read.

-First off I ask that any invasive questions be kept to yourself, even if you’re a friend. Alot of this is private life matters and it is between me and those involved. I do not want to talk or reveal things about my private life, and I don’t want to do that about THEIR own private life as well. Please respect that. Only ONE of my friends knows everything and that’s just because they happened to be online when I REALLY needed an outsider to talk to and get an opinion from. Do not try to find out who it is, and if you know who it is, leave them alone please. And to my other friends, do not get jealous if you don’t know anything. It was again, simply because this person happened to be the one person online at the time. Do not bother them or start drama over it, please.

-Sooooo as I said above, I’m sick and threw up stomach acid. Hooraaaaay :D My allergies are also on high alert because I took a little walk in my backyard annnnnnd it’s full of ragweed. I’m REALLY allergic to ragweed. Rip. 🫠

-After moving I’ve… realized alot of things…in regards to my parents. I’m not gonna delve into the past or reveal private matters but…I was not the best daughter. I regret it so much. I did not cherish them. I also realized just… how much I love them. Legit cried for three days and didn’t sleep for two. Heh, since when was I such a crybaby? I want to be their little girl again but no matter how much I ask, the lord won’t rewind time.

-I spent all my time on the internet and I would stay home when they would go out to do stuff. For years. My parents had me really late, they’re both in their 70s now… while I’m in my 20s. I regret so much. Most kids get to have their parents until they're middle aged. I might not very well get that blessing and that tears my heart apart. It’s so unfair. There’s so much I need to make up for. I wanna make up for all the fights with mom, never really talking much or confiding in with my Dad, not going out with them to places, being so easily irritable, etc. I want to make up for things and lost time while I still can so I don’t have any regrets…

-I’m always so damn worried something will happen when I’m not around. My mom has bell’s palsy so if she gets sick she could end up in the emergency room. I almost lost her to covid. Dad I’m scared of him getting hurt because he’s a workaholic and always doing strenuous activity despite his age. What if he finally gets badly hurt? I’m not around all the time anymore if something does happen.

-And truthfully, I… realized I wasn’t as ready to move out as I thought I was. Alot of the reasons will remain private, but I’ll just say that I… wasn’t properly prepared for it, and the dating years weren’t like how most couples do them. My autism certainly makes that so much harder too. And all my stuff is already moved into the new place. Nothing of mine is at my folks anymore. Not even a bed. It just breaks my heart because I honestly feel like I don’t belong anywhere anymore, and I know I’m getting people hurt because of it. I just wish I was honest from the get go about how I felt so this whole situation could of been avoided.

-Honestly I just wish there was a way all four of us could be together.

-That’s all I’m gonna talk about. I don’t want to talk about or reveal anything more as it is private life matters. Please respect that.

-I’m probably gonna spend less time on social media because I desperately want to make up for lost time. I don’t want to have any regrets… so please don’t be scared if you don’t hear from me in two days or so.

-I will not answer any asks regarding this post but thank you for taking the time to read this update.

-I just feel like such a fuck up.

[jrwiyuri]

I would like to hear ypur aro Chip agenda please 👉👈 that's also been rotating in my head I wanna know

I just made a post about it!! But like TLDR Chip finds solace in the theoretical romantic partner because romance is painted as fining someone someone who will love him regardless of his flaws, which means that even for someone as unlovable as him (in his opinion), it’s possible.

It also reassures him that in a sense he won’t hurt the people he is close to, because he is always chasing after this perfect partner who won’t abandon him it gives other people a chance to leave. To not have to follow him when he eventually fucks up and hurts them, or kills then off for good (bro has NOT gotten past the hole in the sea).

Idk. I think it rlly sticks with me that Chip was planning on going in the hole in the sea alone, and that he never wanted Jay to go to war because it would hurt her to fight her family. But Jay and Gillion are doing that anyway, because they DO love him. He already had people that love him so much, that will go to the end of the earth for him.. that do care. Even though he’s fucked up, even though he’s made mistakes. And he doesn’t truly understand it yet I don’t think, but he’s learning to let it happen. I like that.. I love chip jrwi..

[birdsbeesknees]

This is for people feeling like this living with conservatives! I am not a professional in psychology. This is just from personal experience.

- Find as many ways to not be around the “home” conservatives. That being the ones you live with or are connected too. Wether or not you wanna avoid the ones outside of that is up to you. For me it’s easier cause it’s like “sweet freedom on a stick I don’t give a damn I am ALIIIVE” when I’m on my own. Obviously avoid the alt right. If you have a car you can get a job to save money to move out, go to the library, go to a park, all kinds of stuff. If you don’t, I’m assuming you’re probably a minor, but for my folks that are adults I’ll leave you with some other stuff after this. For the minors, sign up to as many school activities as you can. Band is all year round and gay as hell. Most sports are seasonal though. Also stay at friends houses, and if you’re grades are good enough you can be an after school tutor. For my adults with no car, try getting a bicycle, or a friend with a car. Also you can read fantasy of fiction novels a lot. I know that sounds weird but they really do suck you into other worlds. Also see about living with someone else if you can.

- Get as many distractions in your life as possible. And make sure they’re healthy. Reading, writing, running, birdwatching, sewing, making music. Make it a challenge to get as many things in your life that distract you and make you happy. Bonus points if they make others happy.

- Journal your feelings out. Find some healthy way to express your feelings. And make sure you’re doing it a lot so it doesn’t back up. Also if you’re being really real in this expression make sure you hide it like SUPER well from the home conservatives. And I mean really really well. Like writing your diary in a language they don’t know well.

- Make sure you have people around that love you for who you actually are. Have their numbers written down on paper in case your device gets taken away. Make friends that see you for who you are and love you. Go to events that you think will have people like that there.

- Make sure you’re doing the baseline things where you live with your folks to keep them from getting angry. Chores, keeping up with schoolwork, whatever it is.

- Don’t ever bring up any political topics around them, at least don’t do this if you know they’re not gonna change.

- Never argue, just confront or politely disagree. No name calling, assuming how they feel, or telling them how they feel. Avoid arguments on the whole, just confront. As in healthily tell them there’s an issue. If they get rowdy stick to what I said about no name calling and all that other jazz. And stay CALM.

- If you hear them talking about you behind your back, only listen in if it’s for your safety. If not I stick to this motto “it is not worth it in this lifetime or any others” because it’s really not.

- Do whatever possible (no matter how far away a move out is) to save money to move out. Save up money in general tbh. When I say whatever possible though I don’t mean harm yourself or others.

- Don’t risk coming out unless you’ve moved out or if they’ve changed FOR SURE. I repeat, do not come out to them while living with them unless you know they’re completely safe. Which if you’re reading this all the way through probably not.

- Remember that their opinions aren’t the be all end all. That you’re not completely alone and there’s a whole world out there on your side. There really is.

Again I am not in a lot of trumps main communities he targets hate towards (although I am in some) and I’m also not a professional in psychology so if any of this was problematic please let me know.

I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.

[boysnberriespie]

Sorry I’m trying not to be too bitter about this, I’m trying to just move on with my life, eventually make more Izzy art once I’m not just fucking annoyed, but if you don’t wanna hear it block the tag “pirate bitching”

(I just don’t want my posts to show up anywhere in the main tags because please leave me alone if you’re mean lol)

“This opinion is because you’re looking too close and thinking too hard about it it’s a romcom” MAN y’all were plate of corning this show to hell and back for a YEAR and a half 😭to the point that I know people who absolutely hate this show, never watched it, but still know a shit ton about it cuz people never shut the hell up, be consistent 😩

[brittlebonesguy]

4,5,6,7

stephanie.....she doesn’t have to sleep out in the rain every night jesus. once again clay i can’t stand you dumbass opinions kindly shut your mouth for the rest of the season please. all three of these men of this tribe: ted, clay, and brian are at the bottom of my list i hate them. i truly don’t like ted or clay. you wanna know why it wasn’t a team effort shii ann? because it was dead fucking quiet even coming up with a name for the dummy you’re meant to decorate. you also literally said you don’t care. so.....all of you be annoying i guess. i REALLY hate the way the men talk about the women on the orange tribe. and i don’t like that they call jan granny. especially since they do nothing around the camp. the women are getting the water, making the food and the men? sitting the water. and there it is. the outright sexism. fuck you guys. helen is eating with these comments against the men oof. thats fully correct ghandia unfortunately women never stick together in this game and all three of you will be picked off. wanna try that sentence again clay or are you just gonna keep stumbling through it. stop not jeff chastising clay’s choice of a nickname. i am so disappointed in you helen. truly. ghandia you have every right not to let it go. 

who wouldn’t for you clay, you fucking pig. ........a lot of people eat the organs of animals robb. and also why are you turning your nose up to perfectly good food just because it’s an organ. you guys have been starving for days but you draw the line there? he better pray one of the challenge isn’t gross food based. brian really has a high opinion of himself. great little piss baby got hurt and somehow its shii ann’s fault. can’t wait to hear him complain about this for the next three day. these people are so useless. how the fuck do you lose  whole fucking boat. the island isn’t mysterious you’re just stupid. ted is absolutely responsible for the boat but i’ll just blame it on you anyway clay. its more fun that way. ot instead of yelling you could just get out of the water and read the fucking note yourself. clay: its betting on food jan: its a gambling thing clay: no shit sherlock. okay,,,,,so you’re allowed to point out the obvious but no one else? your sexism is showing give me 10 minutes with him alone in a room and he’s coming back with at least three broken bones. helen what makes you think you won’t be out next right after jan. i hate when people say “oh i’d hate to do it but that’s the decision that the tribes made i have to vote for them” no you DONT you literally don’t have to. i can feel how much jeff doesn’t like robb. 

oh so we’re all just gonna drop that word whenever huh? shii ann now on a shit list. if you don’t want anyone to know about your secret alliance then don’t fall into silence the moment someone walks up while you’re talking. i don’t understand the constant judgement of jan. she seems really sweet and she just wants to have a fucking funeral for a bat okay? piss off. she deserves a better season honestly. firstly robb needs to stop saying baby to shii ann and secondly he truly does not know how to spell her name considering he keeps putting s.h.bye BITCH! thank god robb didn’t make to to merge. i don’t know what i would have done if he did. i get the vibe that jeff is so done with this season.

why did it look like brian was going in for a kiss with penny. really hate brian’s cockiness. rest of her life? its just survivor ken. penny does give mean girl vibes. yeah shii ann leaving tracks for this tribe

[ignis-writes]

The next 50 days

Pairing: Captain Syverson × Female Reader

Summary:Unsaid goodbyes

Pov: First person pov

Warnings: Mentions of war, injury, and slight angst. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes. Goodluck with my first ever fic

Plus: Do not plagiarize/translate my work. I do not own Cpt: SY or Sandcastle

gif: @henrycavell

  Standing alone at the departure terminal of the airport, I saw him chatting up with his comrades. It felt different to see him from afar under the bright lights of the crowded hall. I yearned for a glance, a smile, or a silent nod. But just like last summer, my mind was conflicting and unsure about him, about craving his attention. Why is he so oblivious to my stare? Or is he willfully ignoring me? Well…Not that he is to be blamed either.  

I’ve successfully managed to stave off my beloved captain for the past few days at the camp and now he is avoiding my eyes and attention. I don’t wanna look back at the hazy memories of all that happened over the last 4 months, sometimes it makes me feel like he’s been avoiding me all along. Like I  just didn’t get the hint. 

 I’m not so sure though, I don’t remember half of what happened at camp warhorse, to be honest. But the fire, bright lights, and bullet wounds are way too vivid to be slipping past my memory in this lifetime. 

Yet here I am wondering how it started, how it progressed, and how it broke apart.

Most of the folks in the forces knew him for a battle-hardened soldier who got the shit done. Just another shallow southern man looking for the high of guns, bullets, and desert heat. But for anyone who stood under his command, he was a lot more. He was a smart, compassionate, opinionated man. An understanding, leader, and honest friend. He was an ally and family.

Retaining an isolated unit deep in enemy territory is hard, not everyone slides along the job easily. But Syverson did, or so he made them think. It takes a man in charge to play many roles to be effective in this never-ending survival battle, but it comes at a cost, And Syverson was paying. Paying alone for the risk he took for an entire unit. But I did see more than he meant to show, I saw open wounds hiding in plain sight. I saw the curious child, the hopeless romantic, the nerd, the loving man. I saw the smile and  smoke in him. And I loved him for it. Mistake no 1. Love was never meant to be for us.

But he loved me. Despite hearing the whimpers of pain beneath my angry battle cry,  And the groans of desperation hidden in the monotonic answers he saw a girl who loved ice creams, autumn and lil fairy gardens. He saw the girl being scared, sad and sensitive. He saw her happy, proud and courageous. He felt her, felt the desperation to be with her. The urge to steal her away from the world and hid her in his own sand castle. 

For the first time in my life, I felt content, and peace, in his arms. And I fell asleep forgetting the dessert’s crossfire. Just when I thought I could live in this dream we built upon sand and lead, I was shaken out of it by the violent tremor of the very ground I stood in. I found myself alone. Again. in front of the broken sand castle. Still shivering and lost. Confused as I felt when it all started

Maybe we were destined to know each other, to hurt each other. And to be strangers again. It didn’t matter at the moment though, my numb mind was already sliding into a painful longing. Longing for him. A torturous longing I will have to live through  the long flight home and the next 50 days.

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[215-luv]

Hi👋🏼 I love your work and could I request the hq boys s/o getting flirted with in front of them? With bokuto, ushijima and anyone else you would like to add if you want. 💜 ✨thank you ✨💜

BOKUTO, USHIJIMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA AND KUROO WHEN THEIR S/O IS GETTING FLIRTED INFRONT OF THEM

a/n: thank you so much darling! i apologize if this was a bit late, i hope you love it! <3

BOKUTO

mans is clueless of what even is happening infront of him

he just goes, “??? huh?”

kind of like, is this person really flirting with my s/o? infront of me?

it takes him a whole ten seconds before snapping back to reality, never afraid of being overly exaggerated

“OI! GO AWAY! THEY’RE MINE! LOOK!”

he proves his statement right by snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him while he glares at the dude whom just tried to flirt with you

“hmph!” *angry bokuto noises*

USHIJIMA

he honestly wouldn’t want to meddle with your own problems so he probably just stood there beside you, waiting for you to reject the dude who’s sending you pick up lines

though it irks him to know that the dude doesn’t shut the fuck up at all

your boyfriend’s eyes started to swirl with annoyance, protectively taking you under his wing as he calmly handles the situation

“i’m afraid your actions are out of hand. please leave my s/o alone. you’re being oblivious.”

shivers

AKAASHI

even with the interruption of your date, he tries his best to be polite with the guy who’s currently asking for your number

keyword: tries

he watches behind you as the dude tries to win your heart in the most cringe way

you don’t notice how akaashi silently scoffs before rolling his eyes

he waits until the dude gives up

and unfortunately, there’s no sign of stopping

“excuse me”, your boyfriend stands infront of you, as if to shield you away from the stranger

“for the past minute, i see you’ve been trying to get my s/o’s number” he glares, “and i’m afraid to tell you sir, they’re already taken.”

OIKAWA

there’s no way he’s letting this guy even speak nonsense infront of you

you boyfriend was cluelessly staring at the guy approaching you, wondering what was it all about

until he hears a “hey, i think you’re really cute-“

you see where this is going?

and in an instant, oikawa has his body hovering you with his two arms hugging your neck and waist

“WELL I ALSO THINK THEY’RE CUTE!” he defensively says, most likely almost scaring the shit out of the dude lmao

oikawa pulls your body impossibly close before deciding to walk away then and there

with a sassy tone, your boyfriend takes you away with his last words, “WE NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION ANYWAYS!”

KUROO

maybe it wasn’t a good idea to flirt with you infront of him?

okay scratch that- it was never was a good idea

“you’re really gorgeous, i think i should take you out someday, what do you think, princess?”

god, no

kuroo is literally enjoying all of this, the smirk etched on his face while he’s watching the scene in amusement

with a smug look he says, “i think it would be great, hm?” turning to the guy who’s eyes are shining in hope

“why don’t you ask if they’re taken?”

of course, the dude asks, and before you could even reply, kuroo beats you into it

“oh, right! they’re taken!” he laughs like a hyena

then he hooks his arm around your waist, “let’s go babe, we don’t wanna be late for practice, don’t we?” then proceeds to walk out then and there

you saw the color drain from the dudes face LMAOOO

[littlehoeforpho]

Y/N Gets Bullied…

Warnings: Bullies and a lil bit angst

You slip into your dorm with tears running down your cheeks. It had been a long day already, and then a certain somebody just had to go out of their way to torture you. You really wished there was a way to stand up to them, but it was hopeless.

You’re trying your hardest to keep it in, but you can’t. Falling to the floor, you began to cry. That’s when you realize who was there waiting for you.

Izuku Midoriya

He was in your dorm waiting to surprise you, but he was not expecting this.

“Y-Y/N! What’s wrong!”

Probably scares the crap out of you on accident

“Izu-kun! Where did you come from!”

He immediately runs to hug you. He’s had his fair share of hard times, the last thing he wants you to feel is alone.

He’s on the verge of tears himself after seeing you like this. He feels guilty for not being there to protect you.

“Please tell me what happened Y/N.”

And so, you do. It just all comes out somehow, about how they constantly pick at everything you do, how they do their best to exclude you, and everything else.

“I’m sorry to burden you Izuku.”

He’s heartbroken, especially because he gets it. He was bullied for most of his childhood, and it was beyond awful. This is something you should never have to go through.

“No, Y/N, I’m sorry. You should’ve never had to go through this. Please let me help you fix it.”

Everything felt numbed, and you use what little strength you have to mumble “mhm.”

He wraps his arms around you and you mindlessly trace his scars. Izuku will do anything in his power to protect you, and I don’t think you’ll have to worry about bullies anymore.

“I’m here for you, always, Y/N.”

Shoto Todoroki

“S-“ seeing you cry makes him go still. He doesn’t know how to feel or what to do. He probably thinks it’s his fault. “-surprise?”

He’ll give you a big hug. I feel like he’d be good at those.

“Did I do this Y/N? I thought you liked surprises?”

It makes you chuckle a little, but you’re still pretty down.

“No, Shoto, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry.”

He’s concerned of course, anything that can make you cry is a problem in his opinion.

“Then please tell me whose fault it is. What’s wrong?”

Hearing his concern makes you tear up more. “I-It doesn’t m-matter.”

“It does to me.”

It takes you a second, but you come clean. You come clean about their taunting, their constant teasing, all the little things they do to you, and how you’ve had enough.

He’s stunned. Shoto was pretty oblivious to the fact that anything could’ve been going on, until now. He feels like he’s failed you, and he wants to fix that.

“I’m coming with you tomorrow. Let me help you fix it.”

“Sho-“ you try to object, but he’s not having that.

“It wasn’t a question Y/N, I’ll keep you safe this time.”

“I love you, Sho” is all you can say. You feel so weak.

“I love you, too.”

Katsuki Bakugo

Lord help those bullies-

“Surprise dumbass,” he said it right before you crashed to the ground crying.

“Y/N?? What are you crying for? You know I don’t mean you’re a dumbass?”

My manz is probably stressing you out a bit. “It doesn’t matter Katsuki! Leave me alone!” Of course, that’s not what you really wanted.

“Why would I leave you right now?! Tell me what’s wrong!”

You’ve had enough of him lol, you finally explode. “Fine! You really wanna know? Do you really wanna hear how incompetent and weak I am? Here!”

You tell him everything, all about how they bully you, and you don’t miss a single detail.

When you finished, both of you were perfectly quiet.

Bakugo was angry. He was mad at himself for not knowing, mad at the bullies for even thinking about going near you, and a little upset that you hadn’t went to him as soon as this happened. That wasn’t important now though, because he was going to fix it.

“Take me to them.” He says bluntly.

“N-now-? How would I do that?”

He rolls his eyes, “I mean, I’m coming with you tomorrow, so take me to them.”

You know Katsuki a little too well to immediately accept. “I don’t want any trouble with them Kat-“

“There won’t be any trouble when I’m done.”

You sigh, “alright, but please, don’t beat them up.”

“Ugh, I promise. I’ll give them a talking that’s worse than any beating could be anyway.” He smiles. “Now come here.”

You cock an eyebrow and walk toward him. Ever so gently, he wipes the tears from your face. “I’m sorry babe. Let me protect you sooner next time.”

Guilt fills your stomach. He feels responsible for this happening. “Katsuki, it’s not your fault.”

“I didn’t ask whose fault it was. Let me protect you, babe.”

“Ok Suki, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[kakiwrites]

Okay, okay, but kenma x kurro's younger sister 👀

kuroo's otp

Genre: crack and fluff

A kenma kozume x reader

a/n: I couldn't help but write this out as soon as I saw this request! You and kenma are the same age here. Hope you enjoy this anon! Let's get started!

Kuroo is your typical protective older brother that doesn't allow you to date.

All boys have to go through a thorough background check. even then, kuroo wouldn't allow you to hang out with any of them without a chaperone.

Kenma is the only exception to this rule.

Ever since the three of you were kids, kuroo had always shipped you with kenma.

much to you and kenma's dismay.

He just had that feeling that you two would work out.

Kenma seemed to be unfazed about the whole matter, his full attention still on his video games.

Which was good, it was easier to hide your feelings for the setter when kenma wasn't paying attention to you in the first place.

You made sure not to tell anyone, especially kuroo.

But tetsuro's a bit too observant for his own good. He was quickly able to put two and two together.

"(y/n)~" kuroo nudged you teasingly. "come on, you really thought you could hide your little crush from your big bro?"

You'd never hear the end of it from kuroo.

"I can set him up with you, you know~"

"leave me alone, tetsuro or i swear-"

"oh come on, I just wanna see my ship sail," he pouted.

that gave you the excuse to hit him a little harder than usual.

As much as kuroo likes to tease you about your crush, he would never tell kenma against your will.

Instead, he coaxes kenma to ask you out.

Especially since kenma confessed to liking you since you were kids.

Don't worry, kuroo didn't tease kenma any less.

Kenma finally got tired of kuroo's pestering and decided to finally make a move.

"meet me at the back of the gym before practice starts." kenma whispered to you before he walked off to his first class.

Kenma might've forgot that kuroo had eyes and ears everywhere.

"glad you could come," kenma greeted you, a hint of rare nervousness in his tone.

"what's up?" you asked. The air around you was making your face heat up.

Is this really happening?

"kuroo's been bothering me about this a lot and you know I can only handle him for so long." he took a deep breath before speaking once more. "(y/n), will you go out with me?"

As soon as you squealed out a yes, tetsuro popped out of one of the bushes and ran over to hug you both.

Kenma desperately wanted to punch him for ruining the moment.

From then on, kuroo vowed to support you in any way that he can.

Kuroo got to help kenma pick an engagement ring for you to wear.

He even got to be the best man at your wedding.

Tetsuro's thankful that he dedicated his time to get you his two favorite people together.

And frankly, both you and kenma are thankful for his efforts too.

And that's all! Not my best work in my opinion but i just couldn't resist when i saw the prompt hehe! Requests are open so please don't be shy to send anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💕💖❤️

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[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Humanity - 4

Arashi: Come on, already! We have to get moving, Mika-chan! The Repayment Festival's about to start!

Content Warning!

Mentions of death within.

Location: Underground Live House

Arashi: Come on, already! We have to get moving, Mika-chan! The Repayment Festival's about to start!

Mika: Ngah~... I wanna finish up what I'm doin' here first, so why dontcha go on without me?

This is somethin' real important fer Knights, ain't it? Ya don't wanna be late!

Arashi: It doesn't feel right leaving you alone, though?

Mika: 'S fine, I promise! Valkyrie's not even gonna be in RepayFes, so it don't really matter if I show up late.

Arashi: Mm~... I haven't said a word all this time, but what if I told you that the two of you actually are performing?

Mika: Huh? Whazzat? I didn't hear nothin' 'bout that!

Arashi: I was sworn to secrecy—that overbearing "Oshi-san" of yours actually lowered his head and practically begged me for help.

Listening to him was as tedious as ever, but I could tell he was almost frantic, and he brought up some good points...

Quite honestly, the fact that I've managed to keep my lips sealed until now impresses even myself, but there's no time to explain.

Mika: Eh... Naru-chan, ya really had a chat with Oshi-san? When?

Arashi: Remember that day when you looked like you'd gone through the wringer? Right after that, I went to find him—I grabbed him by the collar and demanded that he tell me everything.

Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I lost my cool like that; I seriously thought I was gonna knock your "Oshi-san's" lights out for real. ♪

Mika: Wh-what good would hittin' him do? Violence won't help nothin'; Oshi-san would probably just keel over an' die from shock!

Arashi: Aww, he would've been fine! Maybe it's because you've been looking after him for all this time, but... Whatever the reason, he's way tougher than I remembered—or it's more like he's gotten super gutsy.

I was actually pretty impressed.

The moment he saw the look on my face, he just rolled right over and said, "do as you please."

But he asked for me to spare his face if I was going to hit or kick him—the fans at the Repayment Festival would be concerned if they noticed he was hurt, after all...

To see your "Oshi-san" acting like that... it's hard to believe, but it seriously made my opinion of him shoot way up~

After hearing what he had to say, I couldn't help feeling guilty, but there was nothing else to do except walk away.

It was like, "What am I supposed to do with my raised fist now? Should I just hit him as hard as I can on the RepayFes stage instead?"

Either way, we've been in contact ever since—I've been calling him regularly and giving him secret reports on how you're doing.

I'm sorry for acting like some sort of spy.

Mika: Hmm...? So that's how ya found out 'bout Oshi-san's plan to perform at RepayFes?

Arashi: Yep! It was honestly pretty amazing... Literally everything you've done since then is exactly as he predicted. It's like he has you right in the palm of his hand, huh, Mika-chan?

Or, since this is you, should I describe it instead as him pulling all the strings?

Mika: ...Nah, I'm pretty sure it ain't like that. Oshi-san wasn't tryin' to pull me in one direction or another, he just knows me well enough to guess how I'd move...

He's prone to worryin', y'know? Betcha he was so anxious that he could hardly stand it, but he trusted 'n waited fer me instead.

I kinda reckon he's puttin' too much faith in me.

Y'know, I ain't really got that much confidence... But if nothin' else, I wanna try my best t'live up to what he wants.

Arashi: Hm~m? I'm not so sure about that—the two of you always seem to have your own little way of doing things that nobody else can figure out, you know?

Mika: Ahaha, I know, right? It's 'cause I'm Oshi-san's family.

Nazuna: Kagehira...!

Mika: Huh!? Nazuna-nii! What's goin' on?

Nazuna: So you really were here...! What are you even doing in a place like this!?

Mika: Eh? Ehh? Um, ya wanna know what I'm doin'?

Well, right now I'm kinda... breathin', 'n blinkin' my eyes, 'n lookin' at ya, Nazuna-nii...?

Nazuna: That's not what I'm talking about! Sheesh, where do I even start with you!?

Kagehira, weren't you supposed to go back home? Isn't that what Itsuki told you to do?

Mika: Ah~, I did go rushin' to my hometown fer a bit, but then I came right back...

Oh, d'ya want a souvenir? Here, I've got these octopus-flavored chips... Lately it seems like they've been makin' more 'n more stuff that you'd only find around there. ♪

I don't normally buy this kinda stuff, so I thought it was pretty cool t'see, y'know?

Nazuna: ...? ...?

Arashi: Ufufu. I feel your pain, but trying to get a straight answer from him isn't really worth it, Nazuna-chan.

The two of them in Valkyrie really do have their own language that only they understand, so as outsiders we're totally lost, huh?

Nazuna: Oh, Arashi-chin... Um, what are you doing here? Are you and Kagehira here together?

Arashi: Yep. I've been busy preparing for the Repayment Festival, too, but I always made sure to stop by at least once or twice every day to check on him.

To tell you the truth, I didn't want to leave his side for even a second, you know?

But Mika-chan kept saying I didn't have to stay, and it's not like I had a lot of free time, either...

Still, this boy would be working 24/7 if nobody reminded him of basic human needs like sleep and food, so someone had to make sure he was looked after, right?

Mika: Yeah... I'm real grateful, Naru-chan. Thanks t'you, I was right comfortable stayin' here ♪

Arashi: There's no need to thank me. But come spring you're going to be living on your own, right? Are you sure you'll be okay? I'm beginning to worry...

Mika: 'S gonna be fine, I promise! Even back home... I got praised lots fer how much I've grown up. ♪

Arashi: It's honestly more incredible that you've even survived this long...

Hold on, we can't stand here just chatting like this! We've got to hurry back—the Repayment Festival's about to begin!

Nazuna: Y-yeah, that's true, right? Besides, we can keep talking along the way...?

Mika: Ah, can y'all hang on a sec? It'd be a real shame if I forgot t'bring along the outfits I worked so hard on.

Nazuna: Outfits? You mean, you made them?

Mika: Yep. Though I can't totally take credit fer 'em, since I used a couple of Oshi-san's old sewin' patterns 'n stuff. It'd be right bold of me to act like it's an original design.

But still, I worked real hard day 'n night to get 'em done... and if that ain't enough to prove that I poured all my heart 'n soul into 'em, I dunno what is.

The way things are now, I've got no right t'talk to Oshi-san...

But if I can't ever talk to him again, then I reckon I'd rather be dead. That's why I've gotta keep givin' it my all to live up to what he expects.

And right now, everythin' I am and everythin' I feel is right here in these outfits.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

snake | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Your parents have no qualms on doing whatever they can to climb the social ladder. That includes assigning you a betrothed you've never met, an offering to the crown prince. You, the one the gossipers whisper under their breath... the Snake Princess.

warnings: implied parental emotional and physical abuse; language; non-idol!AU - prince!Yoongi x aristocrat!reader, ft overprotective (but secretly soft), tattooed, little brother!JK; based on this

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“I don’t care what our father said, you’re not marrying him!”

You scratched your ear, partly shielding it from the loud voice of your brother.

“He’s an asshole!”

“You don’t know him?” you offered, affixing your earring, somewhat annoyed. The yellow gold wasn’t quite your style. Your parents liked such gaudy, ugly things.

Both in fashion and tradition, unfortunately.

“Do you?” your brother shot back, throwing himself up from your bed where he was yelling at the ceiling about nothing he could change. It was a favorite past time of his, along with following you around like a talkative shadow.

“No, that’s why I’m meeting him today,” you replied dryly. You switched to the other ear, adding the dragon-shaped ear cuff above the gold earring. Your parents hated it when you added such aggressive accessories – they’re not womanly, they would say – but if you were going to be betrothed to some guy on the sole basis that they had ambitions and he was the man who so happened to be the next-in-line for the throne, you weren’t going to lie about what kind of woman you were.

“Aren’t you pissed?”

You shrugged. “Is it so bad?”

“Yes!”

You sighed and flickered your eyes to the mirror, seeing Jeon Jungkook’s furious expression, long black hair tied back with lingering strands framing his high cheekbones, his black and gold robes wild, poorly tied and revealing half of his tanned, toned chest. His dark brown eyes flashed, pressing his cherry-painted lips together, jawline sharp and defiant. That’s how Jungkook always looked, messy, undone, borderline furious.

Everyone called him the Reckless Prince.

You just called him little brother.

“Noona…”

“Hmm?”

You saw him frown and you looked away, running a hand through your hair, browsing your hair accessories. You used to have an aide to help you at one point, but you told your parents to get rid of them, preferring to get ready by yourself. And besides, Jungkook liked to burst in and interrupt you with his relentless tirades about how unfair your arranged marriage was. There was no point in having hired help when you could coerce your brother into doing things as you put up with him.

“Can I brush your hair?”

“You have arms and hands, so you’re physically capable, yes.”

You heard him click his tongue in annoyance and smirked, shifting your eyes to the mirror. He was behind you now, face no longer visible. It didn’t matter. You already knew his cross expression quite well. He snatched the ornate comb from your vanity, the black snake head clearly visible on the side of his right wrist, inked near his thumb. Your parents scolded and beat him for getting it, but Jungkook could care less, breaking the wooden paddle with ease, right out of your mother’s hand.

You hadn’t said anything.

The rumors called you the Snake Princess.

Quick-witted, sharp, vicious. Not to your face though, because that was just foolishness. It wouldn’t be only your wrath they would be evoking.

Jungkook ran the comb through your hair, gently separating the strands, careful not to pull too hard. He was better than any aide anyway. They merely yanked and pulled you into their standard of beauty, ignoring your opinions or input, always citing that it was important to not look like a peasant, important to always look above your status, using your beauty to save face.

Saving face.

You hated those words.

“What if he’s a horrible person?” your brother asked quietly, tucking the strands away from your eyes only for them to slip back stubbornly.

“Then he’s a horrible person,” you replied, applying your makeup. “And you’ll probably do something about it.”

Jungkook made a noise between an aggravated bear and an injured tiger.

“If he so much as puts one fingertip on you, I’ll kill him.”

You snorted. “I’d hate to tell you what marriage entails, Jungkook.”

The comb in your hair paused.

His anger subsided, just like that.

“You’re really going to do it?” he asked softly. “Really, really?”

You heard the pain in Jungkook’s voice.

You recalled when you received the news many years ago, silent fury as your parents gave you away, turning you into a transaction to raise their own reputation and status. Your reaction was nothing to your little brother’s, him running to your room and crying in your arms, distraught and upset that you were leaving him, declaring he hated your parents, everyone, and everything.

“You’re supposed to protect me,” Jungkook had sobbed, already too big for you to hold like this but you did anyway, patting his head and wiping his tears with your sleeve. “You’re supposed to be here, with me, forever and always.”

He had taken your hand, tucking his fingers in yours, pressing your pinkies together.

“You promised me.”

And you had, from the very beginning, the shy kid always following after you and making you speak for him, your parents yelling and scolding him to be a man, but you defending him, taking the slaps meant for him, sneaking him sweets when he was hiding his tears, telling him it was okay to cry and that noona would stay here and listen to his worries, no matter if it was as stupid as a butterfly flying away or the teacher once again reprimanding him for his poor scores.

The amount of pressure they put on him just because he was the son was immense.

“I wanna play,” he had cried softly. “I don’t have to study anymore.”

“You want to be stupid?” you had teased, patting his head. “What if I had my lessons with you? I can make that happen.”

“R-Really?”

So, you made it happen, telling your parents and tutors that it would be better for him to be exposed to more complex concepts earlier rather than later and watching someone learn would improve his own scores. You made yourself a better student for his benefit and he, in turn, followed obediently, doing what you did, always overjoyed to hear your praise.

You and your snake tongue could made anything happen for him.

“This servant is bothering me.”

You found some questionable information on that servant and they resigned rather quickly.

“I don’t like the girl our father introduced me to.”

Suddenly said girl was no longer interested in Jungkook. For… reasons.

“I wish I could go on vacation, even for a couple days.”

That one got you both beaten for your three-day adventure to the sea, mostly because you had to run away from your duties to do it. But it was worth it to see the smile on Jungkook’s face.

Then Jungkook became a teenager.

You might have taught him that rules were for old people, for the generation too uptight.

He wanted to do a whole lot of things and you made it happen. Getting him out of those sticky situations was a bit tough, but nothing unmanageable. And now Jungkook was a young adult who did not care about anyone’s opinion other than yours, getting tattooed and spending all of his time with his friends, lackadaisical and free, your parents giving up and calling him a disgrace, relying on your marriage to restore the reputation they valued so much, the face they themselves ruined with their own poor decisions, taking out their frustrations on you and Jungkook, sometimes without warning.

You stayed home, playing good daughter so Jungkook could be the bad son.

Ah, maybe it was your fault he was the Reckless Prince.

You turned, looking up at him now from the corner of your eye, up his loose robes and exposed collarbone, up the line of his jaw that was similar to yours, his lips not quite as full, his round brown orbs that were actually much more innocent and purer than he liked to admit, similar to your eye shape.

But not the same.

Because your eyes were sharper, cold-blooded, predatory.

Even with Jungkook, there was no mistaking the power behind your gaze.

“Do you think just because I’m married to some man that he can control my life?” you said with a sly smile, your lips painted lush red. “I’ll come visit you whenever I want. You can come whenever you want. You can live with me if you want.”

You turned back, sweeping your hair and twisting it in place, deftly and quickly pinning it back, leaving some strands loose and messy that your parents would highly disapprove of, but why did that matter? If this man was to be your husband, then he would see you completely undone at one point, so he should get used to it.

Your parents wouldn’t approve of the black and dark green combination you had chosen either, but that’s why you learned how to sew to dress yourself as you liked. You have to be a lady. You were a lady. Just your version of a lady and not theirs. They tried to gatekeep you by saying that the pink and yellow fabrics were all they could afford. They had a tendency to underestimate your craftiness.

No obstacle was too high for the Snake Princess to slither over.

“Really?” Jungkook asked as you stood up, smoothly adjusting the tie at your waist.

You chuckled at him as he began to follow you out of your bedroom.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it for you.”

-

“You brought your brother.”

“I don’t bring him anywhere. He comes and goes as he pleases.”

Jungkook was sitting behind you, arms crossed, glaring at the dark-haired man sitting in front of you. You had mildly fixed his appearance before entering only from him to push up his sleeves so he could reveal the entire snake tattoo wrapped around his arm, a black snake surrounded by thorned vines.

“Hmm.”

This man had requested to meet you first, alone, without the parents. Untraditional, but as long as his father agreed to the request, it was done. Your father had no say in the matter, although he did protest rather loudly and uncouthly.

You had poured the tea for your future husband and you.

Neither of you were drinking it.

The man before you had a piercing gaze, cloud-white skin, shapely lips. Somehow, he surprised you by being dressed in black and gold as well, although he was much neater than Jungkook, black hair tied back in a the usual, curated traditional style.

“I intend in marrying you, you know.”

He had a deep, rough voice, reminding you of dead leaves and winter.

“Is that not the point of this meeting?” was your dry response.

A dark eyebrow lifted.

Jungkook clicked his tongue dismissively.

Those shapely lips curved into a slow smirk.

“I thought I wouldn’t like you,” the dark-haired man mused, reaching over to the teacup and pulling it to him. “I was fully prepared to refuse this proposal and put your family more in the dirt than your brother has already put them into.”

“You bas–” Jungkook hissed, but you held up a hand, cutting him off.

You kept your eyes on those dark brown orbs, cat-like and predatory. He took a deep inhale of the aroma of the tea, letting out a satisfied, smokey sigh.

“I thought you would be like the others. Prim, proper, begging for me to take your hand.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do I need to beg for? You either will or you won’t. It has nothing to do with me.”

A dark chuckle. “Indeed.”

He took a long sip of the tea, savoring it. You watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing, tongue flickering out to lick his lips. Slowly lowering his head, scrutinizing gaze on you. He made you wait for his words.

“And besides, snakes can’t kneel, can they, Snake Princess?” he purred.

“Don’t you dare call her that!”

“No, they cannot,” you replied calmly, ignoring Jungkook’s outburst, staring into the eyes of the man who was going to decide whether or not you were going to be his wife.

“They can’t pray either.”

The dark-haired man tilted his head, intrigued.

“I have no need for gods to be able to live the life I want, Min Yoongi,” you said quietly, venomous edge to your voice. “The ties you put on me cannot restrain me from living as frivolously or ambitiously as I like.”

Min Yoongi, the man who would decide whether you would live an honorable or disgraceful life, the man who was next-in-line, the crown prince. You were meant to be his, but, unlike you, he was free to refuse. Unlike you, he had nothing to lose. Unlike you, he could destroy your life in a heartbeat with a simple no.

“You believe that?” Yoongi questioned, daring you.

You didn’t back down, small serpentine smile on your lips.

“I do not need to believe when I know.”

Silence.

Then Yoongi’s shoulders shook, raspy laughing bubbling from his throat, smirk on his lips.

“You want me to refuse. You want to ruin your parents’ lives.”

You didn’t say anything, your smile fading.

“Ah, but the problem is, I really do like you, Snake Princess,” Yoongi hummed. “You sharp tongue and you even sharper mind. A simpler man would have been tricked by you.” He tapped his long fingers against the table, keeping his feline poise directed at you. “I did not want some placid, useless little thing but a real woman, someone who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. Why have a trophy when you can have a weapon?”

He placed his chin on the back of his other hand, clicking his tongue thoughtfully.

“What shall we do then? You absolutely must be my wife.”

“You–” Jungkook hissed, rising up behind you, glaring at Yoongi over your shoulder. “You know she doesn’t want to marry you and yet you’re going to do it anyway?”

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t want to marry me because she wants her parents to pay for using her so carelessly to further their status. However,” he added with a sweep of his hand on the table, palm upward towards you. “Has she actually said she has no interest in me as a person? During this entire meeting, has she declared that I, the crown prince, am not to her liking?”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a sharp look.

“Do you think she would hide her disdain for me if she had some?”

Silence.

“N… Noona?”

“Yes, Jungkook?”

“You don’t like him at all… right?”

Silence.

You let out a deep breath, slow and controlled.

“Hmm, you are very intuitive.”

Yoongi grinned. “You know we would be a good match, you and I. Here,” he murmured, pointing to the table. “On the throne.” Pointing outside, indicating the land. His cat-like eyes locked with your snake-like gaze, lips forming his next words slowly and deliberately.

“In bed.”

Your eyes trailed from those glittering dark eyes to his pleased smirk. Not a malicious expression somehow. An exciting one. You fully expected to be walking into this room to tear down an arrogant, gaudy man with grandiose self-centeredness.

Instead, it was Min Yoongi.

He ticked his chin to Jungkook, now right next you instead of behind you, clutching your arm tightly.

“Do you want him to be with you? That could be arranged. I can make that happen.”

You really thought you would hate Min Yoongi and yet it seemed as if you were being drawn closer and closer to him. You pursed your lips, not ready to give up yet. He continued.

“And, of course, there’s no reason for your parents to enjoy luxuries that they didn’t earn, is there?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Yoongi smiled, calm with an underlying slyness.

“That would reflect on you if you treated your in-laws poorly,” you responded coolly.

Yoongi shrugged. “And so? I still have you.” He tilted his head. “Why take a wife if you’re not prepared to do anything for her?” He nodded to himself, tapping his fingertips on the table once more. “Whatever you want, I can make it happen. Be it your brother tagging along, your parents’ lives in ruins…”

Yoongi’s eyes found yours and there was a kindness, already knowing your and him were meant to be.

You weren’t so sure.

And yet.

His next words made you fall in love.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it for you.”

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hi! i saw your post for one-sided pining enemies to lovers prompts and your mini rant at the beginning kinda reminded me of something im currently having difficulty with. instead of weirdo creep cant take no for an answer, could a dynamic where character a is a huge flirt and character b isn’t really responsive at first (and mostly just shrugs a off but ends up falling for them anyway) be possible without having it be an icky thing??

im sorry if this is confusing at all but i would love to hear your thoughts!!

it’s not at all! thank you so much for asking me even though my opinion is virtually irrelevant LMAO

that dynamic works :) the difference between what you’re describing and what i am is that your character shrugs it off. they don’t express uncomfortability, they don’t say “leave me alone please”, they just go, “well… you’re a huge flirt so obviously this is how you act. anyway.”

it’s not icky and all unless your character who is on the receiving end of the flirting explicitly says “hey could you not, maybe?” (and i mean seriously; they could say no as a joke like “omg you’re so annoying” but i mean saying no and meaning it) and the flirtatious character says “no i still wanna flirt w u regardless”

i’ll also add that the flirtatious character understanding that for as long as the non flirtatious character shrugs them off… they are friends. they need to understand that until that switch happens, when they become lovers bc the non flirtatious (in your case) character is like “hmmm wait maybe they’re not so bad!!” they are nothing more than friends or even acquaintances. as long as they understand that i think it’s fine. i don’t think it constitutes for enemies to lovers though for that reason..

i hope this makes sense and i hope this helps at all!! <3