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sunookkii · 3 years

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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

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Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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kats-baku1999 · 3 years

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Play with Fire

Master List

Chapter Two: The New Generation

Shoto Todoroki walked through the halls of UA, halfway listening to his friend Izuku Midoriya go on about the hero that was coming to teach their new lesson. Honestly though, Todoroki couldn’t put much focus into Midoriya. There was too much happening in his home life to even think about it. His last visit with his mom hadn’t gone over well, she was in her own little world. Telling him all about his eldest brother, that Todoroki honestly couldn’t remember. Just remembered the sounds of the screams that came from Natsuo when he found out, and the sobs from Fuyumi trying to calm down her brother. That was one of mom’s last straws, that was the breaking point.

“Hey Deku! Todoroki!” Uraraka came running towards them, grinning widely, “She’s here! The hero Mimi!”

Deku let out an excited noise, and took off down the hall to the classroom. The entire reaction finally brought a small grin to Todoroki’s face, but then again Midoriya usually could. Midoriya did that for almost everyone though, so it was nothing new. Todoroki picked up his pace, walking into the classroom. The smile wiping off his face when he finally processed who was here.

The pro hero Mimi... One of the most public haters of his father. Mimi was never one to hide her distaste of Endeavor. She never disclosed why she couldn’t stand him, but was never shy reminding people she couldn’t. She was notable for taking down many villains, and was the number four hero. Right under Hawks, who just so happened to be her significant other. Their relationship was almost overly publicized, helping them both gain fans. There were so many supporters of the relationship, it was almost ridiculous.

Todoroki quietly walked to his seat, trying to avoid eye contact with her. She was in her civilian clothes, which was unusual for heroes that came to visit. Iida was absolutely losing it over the conflict of trying to not yell at a pro for so casually sitting on a desk. Tokoyami walked into the classroom, nodding his head towards her. Remembering her from his internship, she gave him a small smile and wave. Her eyes instantly going back to the boy who was avoiding looking at her.

Asami felt her chest clench up at how much like Touya he looked when it came to his face shape. Shoto Todoroki had gained a lot of his own fame outside of his father, thanks to his performance at the sports festival. Then there was the whole Stain situation. She couldn’t help but always feel stressed when it came to him, feeling protective over a boy who didn’t know her. She had known him though, and she loved his older brother. Maybe not an in love kind of love, considering they were only thirteen back then, but she did love Touya more than anything back then. Asami knew that she had to look out for his siblings, the way she knew he would have if he would’ve survived.

“Okay class, please direct your attention towards Pro-Hero Mimi for your lecture today,” Aizawa announced and everybody looked forward. All of their eyes focusing excitedly on Asami.

“So today’s lecture is a little, well heavy,” Asami sighed, “Your teachers believed you all needed to begin to be prepared for the worst situations possible, considering what you all have had to face this year so far,”

“You have all been told all your lives that being a hero had its risks, and sometimes those risks aren’t personal, but are towards the people you care about,” Her eyes focused in Todoroki, “Sometimes, we lose the people we care about in our line of work, and I am no stranger to this grief,”

“Ma’am I’m sorry, but what hero friends have you lost?” Midoriya questioned, “I just mean, I’ve never seen a report about it,”

“Well, I haven’t lost anyone since I was thirteen years old, he never got the chance to be a hero,” Asami smiled to herself, Touya’s laugh echoing through her head, “He would have made a fine one though, and would’ve been one of the best,”

“Sorry, I guess I’m just confused as to how this applies to anything, sorry I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” Mina stumbled over her words, and Asami just smiled sadly at her.

“I’m just here to tell you guys, to really think this through, and to understand all of the burdens that come with our line of work,” Asami explained, standing up from the desk, “To also understand, that you do not have to be numb to these feelings, so from now on I will be working with UA to have a therapy section, for you to also work on controlling some of these emotions,”

“How does that have anything to do with us becoming pros?” Bakugo scoffed, glaring at Asami.

“Well, having good emotional control will help your control of your quirk, they’re all connected you know?” Asami smiled, tilting her head a little bit, “I will only be with you guys for a limited amount of time, but how long that limited time is, depends on all of you,”

“Asami here will be using her quirk to place you all in emotionally triggering situations, that you’ll have to pull yourself out of, we agreed that you all need to work on controlling your emotions too,” Aizawa also explained to the class.

“These sessions will have three parts, one where we get to know one another, two where you hopefully help me understand your emotional triggers, and then the third level is the use of my quirk,” Asami handed a stack of papers to be passed around, “These sheets explain your schedules and times with me,”

“I expect all of you to take this seriously, and to respect Asami, she will also be joining us on our summer camp, as yet another chaperone for you disaster children,” Aizawa sighed, “Thank you Asami, we look forward to working with you.”

Asami excused herself from the school for the day. Making her way home slowly, stopping for a few errands along the way. Texting Keigo to see if they were still on for their date. He was quick to respond with a yes and a bunch of winking emojis. So she made her way home, to shower and get ready for her date. Pinning her hair up and putting on a simple red dress.

Keigo didn’t even bother knocking on her front door, just letting himself into her apartment. Making himself comfortable in the kitchen, waiting for her to come out of her room. Asami walked out, and smiled at Keigo. Walking forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. He grinned back at her, taking in her looks for the night.

“Well aren’t you just a pretty little thing tonight,” Keigo smirked at her, “Now going to this uptight hero banquet doesn’t sound even remotely appealing,”

“You know what they’ll say if we aren’t there Bird Boy,” Asami grinned, stepping out of his arms. She walked over to her coat rack, grabbing her jacket and her purse.

“How’d it go with the kiddos today?” Keigo smiled, opening the front door for his girlfriend.

“They seemed more confused than anything, but I think it’ll be successful,” Asami explained, “You know how I feel about all of this, I think it’ll be exciting to watch these kids come to terms with their feelings, and be really successful as pros!”

“My dear Asami, you are really going to change this next generation of heroes,” Keigo grabbed her hand to bring it up to his lips to kiss it. She smiled at the gesture, and at his support.

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Asami’s first student session was with non other than Todoroki himself. He reluctantly stood outside of her makeshift office. Unsure of how to approach the situation. After all she hated his father, so surely she had some kind of distaste towards him. Asami slid open the door though, smiling gently at Todoroki and letting him in.

“Don’t look so scared Todoroki, you look way too tense,” Asami laughed at the boy who just looked at her, sitting down in one of the chairs across from her desk. She watched him for a second sitting down in her seat. Opening up his school file she read through it.

“You know who I am right?” Todoroki sighed, “I just don’t want you to-”

“I don’t blame you for anything to do with your father,” Asami interrupted him, “I am sorry for my public distaste towards the man, it has nothing to do with you though,”

“It has to do with your friendship with my late older brother, right?” Todoroki was straight to the point. She looked shocked at his words, and his knowledge of who she was, “My mother and my siblings do nothing but mention how much you’ve grown since playing with Touya,”

“I am sorry I have more memories with him than I’m sure you do, but it’s thanks to that I am painfully aware of how your father is,” Asami looked at the small picture of her and Touya sitting on her desk.

“So why not expose him completely to the press, you could ruin him with the knowledge you have?” Todoroki’s question stuck within her. She knew she had the power to but...

“Despite my anger towards your father, I care deeply for your family Todoroki, I used to play with your siblings, I even got to sneak you into play with us one day,” Asami grinned at the memory, “You were so small back then, but Touya told me it was the first time you had even got to interact with all of them,”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,”

“I didn’t expect you to, but I do, I remember all of him and again I am truly sorry I got more time with him than you did,” Asami frowned, feeling guilty, “But your brother he was one determined kid,”

Asami handed the picture of them across the desk to Todoroki.

“He is the friend you were referring to last week, correct?” Todoroki questioned, staring at the photo of his older brother. His hair both red and white, but not in the way Shoto’s was. It was sporadic, and unevenly placed.

“Yeah, he is the reason I am everything I am today, you know originally I wanted to be a teacher, but after Touya passed away I wanted to carry on his dream and become a pro,” Asami closed Todoroki’s file, and took back the photo from him, “Even ended up disowned from my parents, they aren’t exactly supportive of the superhero society,”

“You went against their wishes just for my older brother?” Todoroki seemed confused, “He meant that much to you?”

“I think I admired him more than anything, you know he always made it a point to say it wasn’t your fault,” Asami watched as Shoto showed a bit of emotion... Almost relief. She wondered if he had heard that his father was what pushed Touya past the breaking point. The only one she kept in much contact with was Natsuo, but he said he didn’t pay much attention to anything that happened with his father.

“Well, I need to get to my next class, uh we meet again next week right?” Todoroki stood up from his seat and looked nervously at Asami. Who nodded with a grin on her face.

“You can also get my contact information from Aizawa, and get ahold of me anytime you might need something okay?” Todoroki nodded, before turning around and walking out of the office.

Asami could only think to herself about how in another life they might know each other. How maybe if Touya would’ve been there, if he would’ve stopped his father’s obsession. If he would’ve made sure Shoto was more than some weapon. They could’ve watched him train, and been there for his accomplishments with UA... And the messes he made at UA.

A small, sad, sigh left her mouth. Her eyes focused in on the picture of Touya, and her bottom lip caught in between her teeth. After all, she had another session so she couldn’t be the one crying.

“I miss you, idiot.”

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 18)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8)

CHAPTER 17

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: The Djinn effects had reasons. A miracle for the Witcher but a threat for everyone in the Continent and this mystery had you placed under a curse that will give you bad fortune for you future and a child that he sorceress plans on ruining.

Warnings: Mention of MCU. Iron man too. Blood. Witcher monster and sign. Curse words and degrading ones. Corporal punishment said and involved.

Words: 8.4k+

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The Kaedwenians had the last laugh.

Jaskier couldn't keep you safe from anyone, not even a tiny fly. All he could do was be a distraction and be the special wingman for a witcher. But, when it's about protecting the ones he takes care of, Geralt has always been the answer to keep one safe---that he couldn't even take care of himself when he's caught in his shenanigans and monkey businesses.

His mutant friend could always be counted on, by hook or by crook.

Yet, he certainly will disappoint him when he knows what threat and problems happened after a day; only a darn day that he was away and kidnapping arose and hindered everything that the witcher wanted to avoid.

How did they know where his family even were?

Jaskier was limping alongside with Cirilla who has hauled him on her side, an arm slithering over his waist to drag him to where the dining chairs where. One out of ten? hence, this particular sunflower surrounded by a bunch of poison Ivy has been a bard all along.

Sunflowers don't have thorns nor poison. They were harmless. Soft. Bright. Just like him. But, the bees surely did its attack considering how he'd sliced two men on their necks. Nonetheless, it wasn't enough to keep you out of harm.

"Those bloody knights did a number on me!" he suddenly exclaimed out of nowhere; wincing and grumbling out profanities from his wounds as Cirilla went around to grab onto an empty pail, sprinting straight out to quickly come back with her bucket full of water for the bard.

Dried up blood designed his busted lip; plump and ruptured from the constant clouts he'd received. His lower lip were out in a pout, frowning his way from lightly tapping his wounds with a clean cloth; holding up a small mirror to his face. Disheveled doublet untied, the collar of his inner white tunic being a sketchpad of a kid who loved his red paint. Another nasty curse accidentally slipped out of his broken lip when Cirilla loudly dropped the bucket on the table with an obvious sight of panic, fright and anger written on her face.

Her thin, candle-like fingers slightly trembled from the handle and Jaskier had gotten a glimpse out of her fear, terrified for an important person in her life to be in the brink of death. Again. She didn't want it to happen especially when the princess has finally found comfort and light from you; like how her heart hoped to meet a woman who she could treat as her rightful mother.

She didn't want you to die; not like this, never. If only you could live long enough, longer than a normal human then it would be a part of her wishes.

"W-Will she be okay, Jaskier?"

Jaskier was hissing as he tried to take off his doublet. In his unfortunate case, he'd probably earned a fracture or two over his ribs and arm. But, it was far from any organ that will give him demise. He'd thought about it again before deliberating on leaving it on to continue patting the blood off his face, "No. I swear to the death of Valdomarx that the rat will not be fine in their hands, Princess Cirilla."

The bard went on in jawing away over his thoughts with some painful complaining here and there as he tried to wipe the blood off his face with a heavy amount of strength used because of how his arms were sore and aching, "Ow-ow-ow! Geralt needs to give what they want. However, going to the south swamps will be the only solution to alert the witcher,"

Jaskier tutted in exasperation when his dampened cloth grazed through the wound, making him sigh and close his eyes to calm down. The child has done the same, copying his reaction before reaching out to grab onto the cloth and tried cleaning his wounds for herself. He bellyached away over how she's been cleaning the wrong places but a simple sharp, warning of her blue eyes kept the toubadour fidgeting from the child care.

"It's been how many hours already since she was taken?" he sounded incoherent from trying to talk with his mouth never closing as Cirilla tried to pat over the pillows of his lips. She made him repeat his question, moving away from him to dip the cloth inside the bucket and squeezing the excess water out.

When she'd heard him repeat it much clearer this time, she thought for a second before turning her heel to face him again, raising a finger to show him the time it took.

"An hour or two."

He weakly nodded more to himself. The accident was utterly fresh inside their minds and Jaskier couldn't help but worry as the clock ticks by because he knew and understood that the people in their world were more cruel and grating to be with than in your kingdom that you have lived in for years, the bard was anxiously bouncing his leg up and down with his thoughts and solutions going in places.

"We can't go to where Geralt is tomorrow," he noted as a matter of fact, pausing to glare at Cirilla who leaned close and started caring for his wounds with heavy hands, "---all we can ever hope for is wait for the gods plan. Hush now, princess."

In Cirilla's point of view, hearing his response drove her bananas. They just couldn't wait for Geralt to arrive when he'll be taking up three days before telling him what has happened. What if you were already being punished because of their false accusations about you? Geralt's child of surprise has heard everything. Even from the time that the troopers has been kicking up a fuss over the woman named Savia that looked entirely like you.

She'd even saw the fight between Kolby; seeing him run away so suddenly broke her heart as much as yours did. Will he ever come back? the princess thought at the back of her mind from overrating. Will you ever come back to their lives again or will Geralt be too late to save you from their dirty hands?

The lion cub of Cintra has pulled away from treating Jaskier's wounds, straightening her back when she began to let the negative thoughts go to her head.

"How about Kolby? I---I've seen him run away!"

Jaskier grabbed the cloth out of her hands, trying to sanitize his wounds instead. He'd tightly blinked his eyes, the left side utterly benumbed from their sucker-punches and he knew a black eye would come forth soon whether he likes it or not. The bard wasn't even on an adventure with the witcher, yet why has there been an incident where he'd been belaboured till he was bleeding with a hobble.

"He'll come back, dearest Cirilla. We can only hope for the best and also for Geralt to do his witchering---the heightened senses, I mean. Do you think his hearing can reach from here?"

They've been surrounded by silence after that. It was already morning by the time that Cirilla has successfully helped the bard to his feet, earning minutes of pure inveighs against what they've done and why Geralt decided to leave earlier than they have arrived. Their house was left as it is and it seemed like the only job that they needed to do was hold you ransom for what they wanted from the witcher because they knew what was happening beyond the four corners of their house.

The Kaedwednians have acted like they knew you were important to their family; beneficial to be taken for hostage and a crucial person for Geralt that would make him cave in to their desires.

Hence, they probably were right when Jaskier and Cirilla has heard the fast, pitter-patters of a horse from a distance; riding towards the house in a canter. Geralt's family looked at each other with knowing faces before Cirilla's face fell from thinking about the pessimist side of her head.

"I--I hear galloping!" she exclaimed before Jaskier noted the pale look of her lips like she has been thrown a bucket of ice on her head, "---What if its them again?" her lips began to tremble this time with a high pitch tone that says she was nervous and scared because she wasn't ready yet.

"What if they're back to capture me this time?"

They have been living in a world that scares her and when the right time comes, Geralt promised to take her where she'll be trained better to become like him for when danger and chaos tries to make them stay, the princess will know how to defend herself from the risks and threats. But, the witcher would still protect her no matter what happens because it is his duty and also because she has already been an adopted daughter to him. A daughter that he cherishes despite acting cold and dispassionate about the idea.

You knew she was important to him, a daughter that he somehow cared for from the moment they met. Geralt has told you this in the middle of the night, trying to tell you stories as he slept, managing to ask him about Cirilla and how she was involved in his life. The witcher never did plan it along but their destiny has made it happen for them to meet. She was the girl in the woods that people have been telling him about and the law of surprise that he has given voice that had you in awe because their world consists of beliefs and preternatural principles that never existed on earth.

Jaskier felt like his whole body grow numb and forgotten what the pain that the cavaliers has inflicted upon him when he suddenly stood up, apprehensively grabbing onto Cirilla's shoulders and looking around to find her somewhere to hide.

The heavy set of footfall started to tread near, out of the threshold of their front entry. With a swollen face and bloody clothes, he grabbed onto her wrist and tried to pull her out of the kitchen and onto the back door of their house with a need to keep another person safe and away from danger. They've already taken you and Cirilla was out of bounds.

"No. No. That can't happen. They have no idea who you are. Run in the woods. Away from here, alright? Don't worry, I'll get to find you---Geralt will find you again, I promise you---has he taught you little tricks here and there? If not---"

The loud crash of a door opening has got Jaskier in full-protective mode; pulling along Cirilla to stand behind him with a hand outstretched open in front of him to tell this person to stop from their attacks. Until they've seen a person whom they were praying to the gods appear before them utterly shambolic to their shock.

"Geralt?! Oh dear, gods! What happened?!" Jaskier yelled out loud, their breaths hitching from the picture that stood before them.

Geralt's ruined armor was off; keeping the black under tunic on that has been torn with holes. The openings held blood under the apertures of his ravaged shirt. His face seeming to be the only one left untouched from the burns and wounds. His hair was dirty from soot and darkened, moist like sand but his breeches has been surprisingly free from the scratches that his upper clothing has received from.

Cirilla couldn't help but feel the warm, hazy moisture of her eyes fill her vision from seeing him stand in the middle of their hatch, the fish bones that stuck inside her chest finally breaking free from Geralt's appearance because hope has arrived for them.

"Geralt! You're here!"

The latter couldn't believe his eyes. They were safe. His family was safe from the show that the Kaedwenians tried to scurry them off with.

Relief washed through Geralt, his Aureate peepers widened from being stunned at seeing them both.

"Jaskier. Cirilla. You're both okay." he stated in a monotone manner, his gaze examining their forms when he'd realized Jaskier has been beaten to pulp.

The hold on his sword that rested on his palms tightened from seeing red. If there was blood involved, then something bad has happened especially when he'd lately realized that his family was missing one special person that came with the ménage he had.

You. There was no midget. Were you just hiding in a corner? Trying to be playful like the person you are? Where you hiding upstairs and planning to surprise him?

Jaskier paid heed to his sudden silence, the peeved look within his eyes that held a flicker of catastrophe because he couldn't see his midget with them.

He didn't know nor realize that seeing you gone like you never existed felt like an Nightwraith has tried to rip his heart open and eat it to their satiation.

Cirilla sprinted to where Geralt stood, immediately wrapping her arms around her step-father that she also holds dearly till the moment; she'd hug him, the embrace simply an allegation of fear, telling him that it was the right thing to come back earlier than they expected him to.

"I'm so glad you're here!"

The witcher wholeheartedly accepted the embrace, patting her head that was shoved to his chest despite of the wounds he has; just thoroughly relieved that she wasn't taken. His sword fell on the side with a loud thud as he'd look away from Jaskier, his eyes shifting from high and low, finding the Hirikka not in his place under the dining table as well.

"The midget? where is she?"

Howbeit, knowing the answer. He still wanted to hear what happened from the poor bard.

Jaskier subtly coughed, alerting that his tale was ready to be told. But, Cirilla has cut him off with her voice bawling out to Geralt, frowning against his chest as she loudly sniffed. The tears in her eyes dripping down as she couldn't help but keep the emotions balled up inside her chest anymore. Shock. Fear. Worry. Care. All together, it was brought and made with tears.

"Th-they've...they've taken her away from us! She saved my life for the second time, Geralt! You owe her everything!"

Geralt didn't answer at that and just patted her braided hair to soothe her worries---her braided hair that you have fixed before being taken. He was already too maddened on the inside to even hear that Jaskier began to start his story.

"So, do you want a simplified version or the dramatic one? I hear you choose the second option, so here it is!"

Cirilla sobbed against his chest when Jaskier started. His thoughts was filled with you. He was angry, irritated and dumbfounded that you've been offering your life in exchange for Cirilla to be safe. You always did. Hence, he didn't know if he was thankful of your selflessness or utterly vexed from how kind you were at heart.

"Fuck." he whispered to himself, Jaskier's voice going on and on in the background as if it was their music, his next words sounding exasperated as he simply sighed out of his nose and closed his eyes in frustration.

"---Midget..."

Jaskier was unaware that Geralt wasn't listening to his nonsense blabbers until he got straight to the point. He'd even told him how he rearranged and hid the bowls where you couldn't find it which made the witcher give him a simple raise of his brow.

Cirilla cut the hug when she was feeling dandy enough. Geralt gave her one final reassuring and affectionate pat on the head before grabbing on his fallen sword with a scowl on his face as he listened to Jaskier run his mouth.

"---So, I've been punched in the gut from different kind of Cavaliers. The Kingdom of Kaedwen can suck my arse---I've learned that from the rat by the way---and I've bled to the end of my second life. Hence now, this is my third---Hallelujah!---Kolby listens and follows every command but he's gone now and we don't know where he is---even tried to save me and her but the vampire is too strong---not that it isn't surprising,"

The simple action of grabbing onto his sword inflicted pain onto the fairly large wound on his lower rib which made him hiss. It was from the burning blood of the Bloedzuiger that he somehow managed to not shield himself with; forgetting to use Quen in the midst of battling.

"Tybalt." he understood completely, knowing exactly who tried and planned to get you from him for their use. They still haven't found the witch and needed to find her as soon as possible. Geralt wandered over the kitchen, closing the door behind him as he lowly grumbled to no one in particular.

"---They still want me to lift the curse. They want me to kill their monster,"

Their ears perk from the admission; watching the witcher peel his damaged under tunic off with an aggravated sigh as he stood in front of the dining table. He'd taken a lot more injuries than he most likely does; even had his energy spike to its lowest due to wanting to get the job done in less than half an hour. Hence, this resulted in accepting more wounds and detriments by rushing the whole task.

Geralt has already taken potions for him to heal on the way. Some of the smallest wounds has been healed. Though, the deepest wounds did not yet. It would certainly earn him a scar or two from it but he never cared.

"You're bleeding, Geralt. Where are you going?" Jaskier sauntered to his side with a wince from seeing more blood than what he normally sees, Cirilla also pulled a face and watched the witcher heavily sigh from examining his opened wounds. He deeply had a grimace on his face as he does when he tried to explain.

"It's from the Bloedzuiger's blood," he gruffly muttered, only answering the troubadour's first question.

His talkative friend circled around him to be met with the nastiest laceration that he has seen. Jaskier's nose scrunched in repugnance from what stood before him for the first time in years, "You've never taken enough damage like this before," he claimed as a matter of fact; in deep conjecture as to why he seemed to be in adrift prior to his hunt.

Geralt's attention was solely on the gash that could make him lowly groan in the back of his throat; rough and sounding uncomfortable from the pain it was giving.

"Jaskier, stay with Cirilla. Keep hidden and never go out until I come back with the midget," he gruffly started when the princess has rushed upstairs to find gauze to help with his lesions.

The Weccan leaned over the table, his palms on either side; flat on their wooden dining table with his ruffled hair framing his features and his head bowed down as he deeply pondered, his worries all about you because they've kept you ensnared. They knew he would come for you. They knew they will be expecting a witcher to welcome and they were right.

"---we can't leave the midget within their reach. They'll know her existence---Ingrith of Helmfirth already knows her existence,"

The bard's eyebrows were knitted tightly together in confusion for what he has heard, stammering from all the questions inside his head that kept on bothering him. He leaned on the table beside Geralt, bright blue eyes inquisitive and confused, "What? how---how did you even know she was gone? I thought you didn't know the sorceress?"

"The Djinn placed the midget and I in a spell where I can feel what she feels and I knew she was in danger,"

Jaskier gave a hesitant nod, deliberating over what he's trying to figure out from all the phenomenon that he has encountered, "Like some curse?"

Geralt shot his head up to nonchalantly give him a glimpse of his convinced golden peepers, pursing his lips, looking away to stand straight and lean away from the table.

"If you put it that way, we can call it a curse then."

The white wolf left Jaskier in the kitchen and drifted towards the stairs, making him trail behind; walking with a phrase of protests over the half naked witcher taking his flight.

"We need to treat those wounds before you step foot in the castle, Geralt."

There was no need to beat behind the bushes in Geralt's protective instincts. Specifically when you were in a risk to be hurt by their filthy hands. He took the staircases with his heavy footfall, roughly reassuring the bard from his worries.

"Already did. I'll be fine, bard."

Once they've reached the second floors, all wounded and bloody; both Geralt and Jaskier, they stood in the middle of the wooden hallways. Eye to eye as they were having a serious talk. Their voices echoing all over the place, "She saved Cirilla's life for the second time around," Geralt huffed and gave one seething sigh when the pain on his lower rib was burning. He certainly needed them to gauze his wounds before leaving.

"---even helped you forget about that knight you were fond with. I need to save her,"

Jaskier's mouth fell open from his bluntness, believing that you have been used as a person to forget his previous ones. He'd wiggled those slim shoulders of his, hands on his hips and keeping his head held high. A fake cough left his lips, thinking of ways to get back from being attacked figuratively by Geralt for a lot of times already.

"I won't let another slip away again, Jaskier."

Jaskier raised a knowing brow, sharing a bloody compact with the witcher as they stood against each other dripping with their own wounds and blood; an understanding that they both could only comprehend and would silently agree to, "I understood Durriken now," he gave a firm nod, convincing himself for his sentences.

Geralt squinted his eyes back at the bard, judging him from the back of his head and reading between his lines.

Jaskier talked to Durriken when they've left the other day. He tried to know what they've talked about because the bard was full aware of how the switch has turned inside Geralt's peculiar, introverted mind from that moment in the marketplace.

Durriken knew before everything could even happen---perks of being a fortune teller, believing that you had a reason why you've arrived.

Jaskier raised a finger to his front, a sassy brow raised as he firmly claimed, "She's the witcher's destiny. The reason she's here is because..." pause. "---of you, Geralt."

Julian just couldn't keep still and watch everything unfold. He knew Geralt and what ticks him, understood the simplest gestures that had a whole lot of meaning behind it. Jaskier can't help but pry around when it involved the white wolf.

This was why he was the bard who stood by his side because he tried to understand him for who and what he was. A person who truly cared, a friend who truly accepted him; though, most of the times, he was there to annoy the shite out of him.

"And that's why she needs to be saved. I can't let her die, Bard." Geralt honestly spoke, the truth being said rather than staying silent like how he would usually do.

The bard has given him a satisfied smile, his beam widening once he jested, "Oooooooh! I've waited for this moment to come so I can finally say it after decades---In other words," he playfully bantered, finding the right words to get back for receiving his bluntness, "---you love her, Witcher. Don't you?"

Cirilla held the ripped, long, white clothing to her chest. The door to her room slightly opened as she tried to listen onto what they were arguing about, they weren't. The word 'love' peaking her attention when Jaskier lightly tried to poke on Geralt's honesty, irking him to the bones and hoping to get something out of his sudden uprightness.

Lo and behold, as soon as the witcher opened his pretty mouth, they were left disappointed from a hum that he'd habitually does everyday when he wanted to stay silent.

"Hmm."

Retrieving no answer from such an important, scandalous question that would be a fact once it was positively answer; a simple 'yes' would've been evidence that the white haired witcher was actually capable to experience a certain feeling that would make him more human than he can ever be.

All you could see was darkness. No visions nor imagery of where you were going as an empty sack has been forcefully placed around your head. Tybalt has kept you immobilized within his arms that surrounded you. The sack was needed so there was no risk of escaping which can happen if you knew your ways just like their previous capture who happened to be a thief that knew the directions of the kingdom.

The sack was tightened around your neck, making you choke once they roughly shoved your shoulders to move as you were curtly placed down by the vampire. Pavement. Rock pavement. You silently thought as you felt rough hands grip your arms so tight. On either side, they were controlling you and assuming who they were; you knew it was cavaliers.

The gates seem to open as you've heard the loud screeching of a sound. A couple of harsh tugs; here and there. Some offending remarks you've received when you tried to thrash against their holds. They were calling you 'the witcher's whore' or his tramp that made you frown behind the empty sack of potatoes used for your head.

Footfalls can be heard all around you. They were everywhere and all heavy, marching as if they have a purpose as to why they were there. There was no idea as to where they tried to confine you; in a large cage? a building where all their prisoners are there in jail? or were you in a castle? their palace?

The men on either side of you dragged you strengthfully towards where they wanted; making you bark back despite of being temporarily blind for their purpose.

"I know how to walk, okay?! Stop dragging me around like I'm your rag doll!"

Tybalt loudly scoffed from behind, walking through the stoned hallway that directed straight towards the hoosegow where an Elven has been kept for a month, "Prisoners shan't be complaining, ye' know?"

A loud thump and squeaking of a door made you hastily look around in panic; thinking that you might be thrown in a huge fireplace so your body can be burnt to dust because they knew your existence here didn't actually existed and if you do get to be cremated, nobody would even care.

Will Geralt try and save you for the third time?

From the day that you have been taken and cared for in their home, it was already an act of protection. He didn't think twice to adopt and let you have a part of their house; saving you from an Alghoul who was hunting you down and planning to make you its meal. But, Geralt killed it for you.

The white wolf has even killed men for you to feel sympathy for. When Geralt of Rivia protects one person, he would surely not think twice but to put an end towards their life; as long as they were evil or hurting another.

He was one of a kind and the affection you have for him needed label. You were understanding everything now; the care and worry you feel whenever he goes for his hunt, how the sting feels inside your heart whenever he tends to become a lot more quieter rather than usual, thinking that he was avoiding you because he'd realize how much of a burden you are in his life.

Also considering the feeling of happiness whenever he sweetly touches you, feeling his skin on yours like it was destined for sensations to occur. Sensations that only he can transpire out the the earth's perimeters.

You comprehended it very patently. It was love that you had for him. You hoped it was because lust or infatuation never has given the effects like what you've been interpreting from the witcher.

No secrets can't be revealed as long as it was true especially with undisclosed matters. Hence, you planned to tell Geralt as soon as you get to see him again.

That is, if your future around the Kaedwenians won't involve you and death rolled together as one.

Their tight grip has made your arms sore. You were flailing your arms away from their grasp and the violent reaction that they have gotten from resulted in you being pushed to the ground, creating your healing gash with another deep wound that made you yelp. They've quickly yanked the sack off your head; all unkempt from being cramped, hurriedly keeping you inside the slammer as they marched away to lock up the thick, metal railings like you've committed such a harsh crime.

You've held onto your scrapped knee, seeing blood on the pads of your finger and it made you aggressively scream from where you've laid hunched over the cold stones beneath you; igniting the tiny, surprised jump from the knights who were guarding your cell.

The tight coil on the top of your stomach was starting to move; meaning to say, another panic-attack was starting to give rise because of how uncomfortable and eerie does it felt to be in jail from the past era. It was more ominous and uncanny rather than what jail looked like in the modern period.

You were heaving breaths, turning around and staying flat on your bottom to see the armored men squinting their eyes back like you were some weird creature, the notion of being Geralt's lover sickening their bones as if they were much of a better man than he is. They weren't. Geralt was better than them---soul-wise. Their gauging eyes made you giggle aloud in a sarcastic tone.

"I can't believe you are all actually humans---"

The lock of the door jiggled, people behind the entrance loudly pushing it open; in which Tybalt and a lady with glowing purple eyes emerged from the hatch.

"My lady," Tybalt started with a sultry tone dripping on his tongue, subtly nodding his head off to where you were hunched over.

This woman in front of you didn't look entirely human after all, you mentally thought. Glowing purple eyes; with her shoulders rolled back with a head held up high, such stance that made her look powerful. It was enough to make you cower.

She was a beauty even. Utterly bewitching from a woman's perspective. A high bridged nose, glassy dark skinned complexion that came with a pouty lip. The grotesque woman was enchanting in the eyes of men if her physical aspects could make you dumbfounded.

"Incredible." the latter spoke in fascination, taking heedful steps close amongst the lines of metal hinges. The luminescence of a torch has caught her purple eyes, glowing against the light as if magic was flowing through her veins; utterly strange because no normal human had eyes like hers, nor have you seen one in Geralt's dimension up until today.

"Another...you," she continued, her eyes cast upon you when she took heed of your familiar face.

"---It's true. There has always been another dimension,"

You've looked around, avoiding her discretionary gaze, a gaze that held corruption or malign beneath the colorful hue of her beautiful colored irises. They were winsome; however, her allurement came with a thorn that would surely make you bleed when touched.

"I'm..I'm not---"

Straightforwardly, she pointed out with a silent and warning tut, "There is no use of lying, little one. You are talking to a sorceress,"

As that has been mentioned, you couldn't help but snap your head and turn to look at her. Your eyebrows knitted together with eyes scrutinizing her features. Was she the sorceress that Geralt has been in love with? you questioned mutely to your alter ego. Ingrith was hasty enough to know that judging look in your eyes because of how your witcher has been involved with sorceresses after sorceresses or mutant and mystical beings.

He was known for it and based on how you were judging her, your mind was also well aware of how infamous he had been with women.

Geralt of Rivia was given a lot to choose. Yet, he has chosen a powerless, vulnerable, less of a beaut than what he would've picked and Ingrith wanted to laugh for his choices---what he planned to be destined with a dangerous life ahead.

"You're the Yennefer one?"

"How do you know her, thief?"

An obvious shake of your head was given; shaking the worry away from seeing Geralt's long lost love working in a castle and also for the queen and king. That wasn't just the reason why you didn't want to see Yennefer anymore, another justification as to why you didn't want to was because of the bigger chances that you would be going home in one way or another when the white wolf wanted to because there was no proof or evidence that he wouldn't send you home. Sure, he has said several times already that you were his home---however, what if his feelings changes especially that his relationship with the sorceress has been ruined from a certain fight you didn't know about?

Did Geralt feel the same way about you? Was it love or merely just infatuation?

"Nevermind. You're not her." pause. "---also, why are you calling me a thief, lady?!"

Your eyebrows knotted closer than ever from her assumptions. It wasn't just Tybalt or his goons calling you a thief, even the sorceress too. Ingrith pulled away from the bars, dusting her gloved hands from the dust that was transferred to her leather mittens like the people sitting behind closed bars were infectious. She'd given Tybalt a look, her face indistinct of what she wanted to feel for seeing the real you.

She ignored your yapping as she asked the vampire beside her, "Are you sure she's destined with the witcher as a lover?"

Tybalt gave her a small nod, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you give him a glare back, "Yes, my lady. Last time I stabbed the little woman, the witcher was all feral, ye' know? It was quite fun to watch, nevertheless. This whore seems to be very important for him,"

"He'll be coming then."

Your knotted eyebrows suddenly went up your hairline at that. She sounded too enthusiastic for Geralt to come by; her voice masking a mixture of anticipation for seeing him and also hoping for something else when he arrives. It was a tone that only women could understand in their own language and you couldn't help but go livid.

She wanted something from your witcher and it doesn't look nor does it feel right because you could sense your eye twitch.

"Hey, sorceress of doom. I'm not a child. My womanhood is fully developed if you wanna know because you sound like you're insulting my height---thank you very much because that wasn't a first---Also, you sound like you want to fuck my witcher!---My witcher!" you bluntly stated, the tip of your tongue feeling vile and bitter from the truthfulness of your words. Jealousy being the root of it all and probably intimidation over this sorceress.

She wasn't that Yennefer yet. What if it was her already?

"---Find your own witcher! He's coming to save me, not give you a rumpy pumpy while you are all keeping me in prison!"

Ingrith could feel her temples have gotten flicked from that. Your attitude was making her blood boil---a know-it-all in a world you hardly knew about. She was beginning to come to a realization that your mouth needed barricade, it needed to know where you stood because apparently, she was having the upper hand and you were munching on her toe figuratively.

"Are you sure about that?" Ingrith spoke as a matter of fact; her lips curling into a sinister grin and this is what gets her going, "---you sound like you don't know your witcher too well, child."

"---You haven't heard the truest tales of him then. Your witcher loves to bed women in all brothels---Witchers leave all the time because that's what they do. They travel anywhere to hunt monsters,"

Your mouth was ready to throw curses after curses. A few steps close toward the bars made her grin wider to see your tough facade falter in the tiniest, seeing it from behind those confused eyes of yours. A mixture of fighting for what you had with a self destructing insecurity that makes you overthink of the future despite not talking it through with your mutant of a lover.

Ingrith didn't back down to that fight you have been mentally trying to assault as she was wiser to knowing your existence had a count down with them around.

She only needed to know where the portal was; options would be a sorceress back in your world which transported you to the continent. Second is a physical egress that has been never found nor discovered by anyone yet. From your kingdom to theirs. It wouldn't just be a theory because when the conjunction of spheres started, all hell broke lose in the continent. So, the idea wasn't completely a hypothesis that didn't hold zero percent chances of it.

All Ingrith needed was evidence and she will surely get the answers out of you even if she'll be using corporal punishments---even to the point of drawing blood until you say words she wanted to hear.

The sorceress began to wind you up a lot more, finding amusement from the reactions and tiny twitches of your face which tells how upset you are as she ran her mouth with endless gibes, "---your beloved Witcher can't be satisfied with one woman in all his life especially with a human like you because one ages slower over the other."

She crouched before you behind bars, gritting her teeth together like a feral hound trying to mark up his or her prey.

"You don't have magic. You aren't mutated and you die like normal men," Ingrith seethed, her eyes piercing and full of hatred towards you.

---Or maybe from mankind itself. You tried to understand where she was coming from or what she was taking a stand to. The sorceress in front of you thinks of herself as if she is higher than most human alive and probably a power-hungry feline where she would take revenge on whoever has hurt her.

It was that, or she just thinks she's above all because of the power and magic that she has been lucky to have.

"They have no capacity for emotion because of the combination of their hard training, genetic modifications, and seclusion from society. I suppose love is important and heartfelt in your world, correct?" the sorceress articulated with a scorn, "---Not to Witchers, my dear. I doubt he would love you as you expect him to. You'll only be the woman who tried to substitute over Yennefer of Vengerberg's position,"

You've given her a petulant expression and a moue that could make plants wither from the hate of seeing the sorceress. She couldn't help but send a ridicule as Ingrith also feels the same, "You are not special. The Witcher needs a person who does not give him more weight on his back---he needs a strong, independent woman who can save herself from being locked inside a cage and not screaming help for him,"

Ingrith of Helmfirth brought to a stand, her eyes throwing daggers over your kneeling form. You were easy to intimidate and certainly effortless to scare away just by the height differences. She simply chuckled when all you've ever done was give her a purse of your lips and a death stare that has probably killed her inside your head for a lot of times already; yet, you were helpless, inundated and incapable of doing such from a mortal.

She knew it; sensed that you held no magic.

"I didn't need you attacking me this way," you quipped with a shake of your head, sighing from the tiring conversation that was taking a toll on you no matter how unaffected you try to appear. But, you were futile to their world and even to a government that was quite unfamiliar to you, authorities that didn't care about the welfare and lives of people.

Sitting back on your derriere with your legs in a criss-cross position, you've held your guard down and went on with the flow. Suddenly, on the midst of prompting down in a comfortable position, you've heard the metal door swinging open and saw the sorceress holding up a hand to you like she had some repulsor; thinking she was Iron Man from how she pointed her palm at your face.

Your face was warped in irritation and ambiguity. You knew what she was doing; her magic is what it is. With a slap of her hand away from your face, barks of remarks has been said out in the open, "What? you need a high five after insulting me like that? even had to pry over what relationship I have with Geralt?---or are you Iron Man dressed as a lady? am I in the MCU?"

The vicious sorceress had a nonplussed look on her face, analyzing what was wrong with the spell she tried to cast upon you, but it seems like her runes has been blocked by someone or something she couldn't understand. Ingrith knelt before you and quickly grabbed onto your throat, her fingers roughly wresting along the line of your jaw as she made you look into her eyes.

None. You had no magic; really knew no witchcraft.

"You should be fainting right now," she lowly mumbled to herself, her gaze intently examining your face while you spat out dry cough from being choked alive, gagging in the process of being pounced on.

"Excuse---E-Excuse me, I'm not. You---You suck! You're not a real sorceress then!"

Until such time, she'd realize the light, chain of metal attached to your neck. Ingrith has straightaway pulled the collar of your sweater down until it has been slightly ripped off. You yelped and resisted to comply from her wishes. However, she'd slapped you hard enough on the same spot as Tybalt did which has made you cease from shrieking as the ache in your jaw started to double up more than ever.

They were literally treating you like a doll that they could hurt or ignite pain and you want nothing more than to see Geralt and lull you to sleep, being taken care of by your own witcher as he tells stories about his adventures with Jaskier or Cirilla, appreciating the difference of being in his family's arms and the people whom they've warned you about.

They have been right all along.

Ingrith pulled the collar down until she'd seen such Cicatrix engraved in between the valley of your chest; the medallion of the Witcher and his school, you were destined to be with him and to create a progeny---his progeny in this world you were in. The lesion now looked like a birthmark, turning darker against your skin and it was enough to presume that the process has finally began.

Along came with an ornament; specifically, the fae necklace that had enchantments to rebound ill-fate has turned from coral green to black like her incantations have been reversed.

"Impossible!" she exclaimed in the middle of the slammer, the Elven who was in the same stockade you were in has given her a look from her loud guffaws, "---you're under a curse---the Warp of the souls. Who'd curse you?"

The sorceress urgently demanded, her fingers tugging your arm as she pulled you closer to her face; seeing the beauty you once saw turn monstrous over the hate that was controlling her to live.

You shook your head, eyes all wide from the frustration, anger and hopelessness being confined inside a dungeon, "I don't know! I haven't met any mages except for you, bitch!"

Ingrith pushed you off to the side, making you stumble on your back flat that has made you groan.

"You're being protected," she stood up on her feet and dusted off her hands straight to your face; all feral with barred teeth, you've given her the stink eye and a nasty scowl, wanting to spit of her foot for her malign, "---Did the witcher find you a Djinn and planned to throw you off back to where you came from?"

"I'm not fucking answering you!" you loudly yelled, voice echoing inside the stoned slammer.

"It is a yes, then."

The sorceress turned away at that, paving her way to the entrance of your spectral, cold cage. She stepped out of the hatch with a lour and most likely with such ire, the curse being a stronger fuel to the fire as she scanned you from head to foot, her gaze lingering longer on your stomach.

Her glowing purple eyes that was quite difficult to decipher when she'd step out of the cage has made you hold a hand on your belly. Why was she staring at you in a way as if she was planning something? did she wanted to eat your intestines?

"---It's that...kind of wish, Tybalt."

Her right hand man has been silent all through out your conversation with the sorceress. The vampire kept his mouth shut, listening to what information they could earn from Ingrith's interrogation. He immediately understood what she meant about 'that kind of wish,' and it was confusing him because of the Witcher's inability to conceive such children.

Tybalt was thinking that your existence never had any reason as to why you've stumbled across the continent. Unless, you've been brought by destiny to produce and make miracles for Geralt's life?

The sorceress leaned closer, her mouth near to his ear as she quietly spoke; not risking for you to hear, "Starve her. Leave her alone with the Elf until The Witcher arrives---or better yet, cudgel her until she speaks answers." she huffed a breath, full of detest over what powerful being was protecting you from her---your curse making her loathe you even more as you were fertile enough to give Geralt an offspring. He shouldn't have been given that luck because he was destined to be completely barren. But, here you were being a complete wonder as to why the curse was a success.

Ingrith hated the concept of an offspring especially that she was also an infertile woman and she couldn't risk the likelihood of a child and its genesis of being a successful heir of a djinn's given malediction; a byproduct of the spirit's potentials in one human to be protected by a witcher.

It could be a threat to her and you were certainly a hazard that she needed to control.

The sorceress speedily left the cell with Tybalt following suit. Her palms itching to go berserk over being futile to your existence, "---She must not produce an heir with the witcher," she sauntered through the path with raging blood. The higher vampire swiftly tugging onto her wrist with his agility.

"But, witchers are infertile, my lady. I doubt they may produce a child,"

"She's made a wish. She has never been infertile from the start nor is she mutated. This thief does not possess such magic but she can give the witcher a child as long as she's protected by the Djinn. The Djinn would give their heir his own magic to create madness in this world which is why she's under a curse. Their child will hold power that no one can ever understand with the help of it,"

"---To make sure of it, we shan't walk around bushes. Spells or maybe poison shall do the trick. We don't need another damned prodigy in this world!"

Tybalt has given her a look, puffing out his frustrations for how she was a foot farther away from the future. The sorceress and her intentions was thoroughly getting out of hand from the moment the prince has been cursed for years. They were present when the curse for the prince has started; more so, Ingrith lasted longer than him in the castle from the moment he was seized by her when she was younger and he respected her for it, even thankful for abducting her when he was a vagrant.

"Ingrith, this is beyond the plan," he spoke through gritted teeth; tightly clutching onto her arm. She raise a brow back at him with a sarcastic reply.

"Do you want the witcher to have a child who may possess black magic then?" Tybalt shut his mouth at that, listening to her reasons and opinion about the whole tragedy that was about to happen in the future, "---you don't even know who that child with Ashen hair is. She can't be his child---he's protecting her from someone---even the thief because she is having his child,"

Ingrith forcefully yanked his hold away from her arm, giving him a sharp look of warning as she continued her gaslighting, "I remembered saving you when you were down and dirty, covered in grime in the caves because you have been abandoned as a higher vampire from your guild,"

The higher vampire's features turned adamantine; features withdrawn and never believing what words he was receiving as it felt like she was making him feel the indeptedness for taking him in.

Ingrith couldn't help but give him a mordant smile of her lips, tilting her head back at him as they stood in front of each other; eye to eye as they both had the same height. She'd seen and read the look within his eyes, conceding to her request of assenting over what side she was trying to fight as her own opinions is what matters and has always been right.

"You're strong, Tybalt. Stronger than the witcher. His sword is no match for you. You're smarter, agile and inevitable. Though, you have a weakness and I suggest you fight that vulnerability of yours---that foolish sympathy for humanity because pity for others isn't what this world needs,"

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 4 years

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Enamoured | Part Two

Requested by anon: “could you write one where james mcavoy meets swedish y/n around micheal and his swedish wife and he’s enamoured. (also that he confuses her with an english girl because she’s got an english accent like me) xxxx”

“THIS IS SO CUTE I- I love it??? So much??? 11/10 would read a part two ooof I wanna read about these dorks on an accidental date in London SO BAD”

Summary: after being tricked into a ‘date’, James takes the reader on a tour of London

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1612

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist | Part One

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‘have fun with James, don't do anything I wouldn’t do ;) xxx’

As you read the text from Alicia it sinks in that you’ve been set up. Your mouth falls open slightly in shock and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. James turns to look at you, wondering why you aren’t following him.

“Are you coming or…?”

This may have been a set up but that doesn’t mean you cant enjoy yourself.

“Sorry, yeah. No more distractions” you smile and drop your phone back in your pocket before catching up with him “where are we going first?”

“It’s a surprise” he winks playfully and you raise an eyebrow back at him.

He takes you to the nearest Underground station and attempts to explain all the different lines and zones, you both end up laughing as it all goes straight over your head. The underground system is complicated. When you get off he leads you up to Leicester Square and tells you stories of various movie premiers he’s attended there. You end up stood watching a street performer for a while until someone in the crowd recognises James and attention is turned on him and subsequently on you. When people start asking you personal questions and sticking cameras in your face he ushers you away from everyone and into a taxi.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly and you just smile and nod your head gently. He smiles back but you can see on his face something is bothering him. He doesn’t speak much for the rest of the short taxi ride until he asks the driver to stop. He pays him and you both get out, then James leads you into a small Italian restaurant. He waiter and James greet each other like familiar friends.

“You want your usual table?” The waiter asks with a thick Italian accent.

“Please, thank you Mario” James responds and your lead to a candlelit table in a quiet corner of the room.

Once sat the waited gives you menus and leaves you to decide what you’d like. Then you notice the prices on the menu.

“James, this place is expensive! I can’t-”

“Don't worry, its my treat” he cuts in

“No really-”

“My treat” he reaffirms and you sigh in submission

“Thank you” you smile

“No problem” he looks back at the menu for a moment then puts it down on the table and takes a breath. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there”

“Honestly don't worry about it, its fine”

“No it’s not fine for them to harass you like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do and I wouldn’t want to do anything else I just wish sometimes I could switch it all off. You know? Be a ghost, or invisible or something. Have a day off from being James McAvoy and just be regular James. Ugh you must think I’m such an ass”

“No, no I get it. And I don't think you're an ass. I like regular James.” You pause “James McAvoy on the other hand… now he’s a bit of an ass” you wink and James bursts out laughing.

— — — —

When you finish lunch James pays and you leave the restaurant together. James continues his London tour by talking you to the theatre district, where he points out the many theatres he has performed in. A small gasp escapes your mouth when you spot the posters on the wall of the Lyceum Theatre. James looks at you and follows your gaze to see the you're staring at the Lion King.

“I’ve always wanted to see that show” you say dreamily and James watches you. The look on your face gives him an idea. He hooks his arm around yours and leads you toward the theatre.

“wh-what are you doing?”

“trust me” he responds and he leads you around to the stage door. He knocks and a guy opens the door. When he sees James his eyes light up.

“James!” He booms as he fist bumps him

“Hey Andy, is Julie in?” James asks

“yeah, come in” he holds the door open and gestures you inside. He leads you through some doors till you meet a dark haired woman who hugs James.

“Hey Jules, this is Y/N.” James introduces and Julie smiles at you “She’s here from Sweden and she really really wants to see your show… don’t suppose you’ve got a couple of spare tickets for today’s matinee?”

“hmm.. I’ll see what I can do. But only because it’s you” she smiles at James before hurrying off. A few minutes later she appears again holding two tickets which she hands to James “sorted. Enjoy the show guys” and she hurries off again. You turn to James, a look of shock on your face.

“Oh, my, God! You're amazing!! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!” You throw your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back. You pull away and look into his eyes “really, thank you!”

— — — —

The show was incredible, although James found himself watching your reactions more than the show itself. The way your face lit up when you laughed, the way you smiled through almost the whole show and the way your eyes glistened when the show made you cry. He couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze your hand.

“that was just, ugh, I have no words. No words” you say grinning from ear to ear as you leave the theatre together “thank you so much”

“you know I think thats the 100th time you’ve said thank you”

“101st actually” you grin “seriously I mean it, today has been the best day ever”

“its not over yet”

As the day turns to evening you spend the rest of the day doing typical tourist things. You stand outside Buckingham palace where James tries, and fails, to make the guards smile. You visit Oxford street and look through the window of magnificent shops. You end up running around Hamley’s toy store together, playing with various toys until you almost get kicked out by one of the workers for plastic sword fighting but James bribes her with an autograph and a selfie. You finish the day with a moonlit walk by the side of the Thames before ending up back where you started at the bottom of the London eye.

You turn to face each other. You're about to speak when James stops you.

“don't say it”

“don't say what”

“don't say thank you”

“why not?” You laugh

“because im not finished yet”

“but its late, surely we’ve done everything by now”

“there’s still one more thing we need to do” he smiles and points up at the giant wheel next to you.

He leads you up to the entrance of the London Eye and you step inside one of the glass dome. Once inside you notice there’s a small selection of food and some glasses of wine waiting for you.

“you cant say you’ve been to London if you haven’t been on the eye” James holds up his glass and you clink yours against it. You sit together on the bench in the middle of the dome, looking out across the contrast of the bright London lights against the dark sky. When the dome reaches the very top of the eye you stand up and walk to the edge, admiring the glittering city in front of you. James walks up to join you, putting his arm around you.

“So, how did I do as a tour guide?” He asks.

“I think, you chose the wrong career. You’re a much better tour guide than you are an actor”

James fakes hurt and you laugh, turning to face him.

“I’m kidding. You're amazing at both” you smile sincerely and lock eyes with James. He brings his hand up to your face.

“I think you’re pretty amazing too” he smiles, before gently kissing you on the forehead. When he leans back his eyes flicker down to your lips. He leans in slowly, giving you chance to pull away but you don’t. His lips meet yours and you close your eyes as you kiss him back.

When the kiss comes to an end you giggle nervously, suddenly feeling like a blushing school girl, which makes James laugh.

“I think we should take a picture, I want to remember this moment” he says taking his phone out. He pulls you in with his arm around you and you both smile widely as he snaps a selfie, the lights of London in the background.

Your ride on the eye comes to an end and James hails a taxi for you.

“Thank you for an amazing day, you’re the perfect tour guide” you smile, and James takes your hands in his.

“Well you're the perfect tourer… tour-ee? I don't know the word, but you get what im trying to say” he replies and you both laugh as he opens the taxi door for you to climb in. “text me when you're back safe yeah?”

“will do” you nod and smile as he shuts the door. The taxi pulls away, leaving him standing alone by the road. A few minuets later a notification pops up on your phone.

‘instagram: @jamesmcavoyrealdeal tagged you in a photo’

You click on the notification to see he’s posted your London eye selfie, with a simple smiley face emoji as the caption. You like the photo and put your phone back in your pocket only for it to buzz again straight away. You take it out to see a text from Alicia with a screenshot of James’ insta post.

‘oh my God tell me everything xxx’

#James mcavoy #James McAvoy fanfic #James McAvoy imagine #James McAvoy x reader #enamoured #fluff

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evergreen-dryad · 4 years

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time capsules

3 - soulmate AU

the one where whatever you write to them is bound to find their way to them, one way or another —

so Nene’s letters make its way to Amane in 1969.

Amane finds a note scrawled in loopy handwriting one day in his capsule. I wonder if my soulmate will ever read this.

Huh? His mind at a blank. He's never seen this sort of variation in any of the papers that come flushing out, disappointingly, instead of a more interesting product.

He pockets it without a word, heart in his throat, hands sweating

And it looks real. Really written. Just a thumb over it and he can feel the indents of graphite, from a deliberate hand inking it straight in.

Perhaps from repeated etching. His index finger curls around it, scrunching it slightly. He breathes, and looks out of the corner of his eye.

Tsukasa hasn't noticed a thing. He's pouting at the machine, wide yellow eyes round and baleful as he jiggles it with careful, measured motions, aiming for the yellow capsule on the bottom most left.

Amane exhales shallowly, and loosens his hands. This is the weekly capsule he often finds himself idly spinning for while wandering back home, tagging slowly after Tsukasa to keep an eye on him. And Tsukasa almost always meanders to the sweetshop.

The granny who runs it is perhaps the kindest adult around to them, who doesn’t just shirk her eyes away when she sees them, as if afraid of catching an infectious disease. But then again, the granny is quite getting on in years — her bottle-cap glasses are thick and rounded, and Amane isn’t quite sure he’s ever seen her eyes widen beyond the perpetual squint.

Still. It is a good place, and while Tsukasa may play rough with the shop’s cat, the cat is no-nonsense enough to not tolerate him if he gets up to one of his nasty ideas.

Often, Amane has caught the cat hissing at Tsukasa, his arms put up placatingly, while its entire body fizzes up into a bottle-brush.

Today, Tsukasa spins his third capsule, unable to stop. “Third time’s the charm, right, right, Amane?”

That’s what you say for any number, Amane thinks to himself, resigned to waiting. He knows Tsukasa will not leave until his attention has spun its cycle.

He sits there under the flowering tree, sunning his face through the cracks of the late afternoon. It’s a clear day — perhaps it’ll keep for the night, and Amane can track Orion’s progress.

“Hey, hey, what did you get, Amane?”

“A piece of paper.” He shrugs one shoulder.

“Aww… it’s one of those ‘Try Again’s huh… I hate those! I think I’ve got…” He counts rapidly on his fingers. “103 of them.”

“You’ve got them all labeled as usual then?” He humours. No, Tsukasa is the one who makes him count them with him. Tsukasa’s first reaction is usually to rip it into shreds or find a much more creative use for it. It pains him, but he lets it because they’re too small to be truly useful.

He wonders what he’ll do about this note. Too small, and the writing encompasses almost the entire strip. It looks like a line from an exercise book.

(Maybe they’re trying to do some schoolgirl love letter joke product.)

It nags at him, after they've gone through dinner and their mother's inquisition and are up in their room again, obediently folding their clothes for the next day.

Tsukasa does his sloppily all while humming the theme song from the radio, and peppering Amane with questions about what possible stars they'll see tonight.

Slowly, Amane smuggles the little note from the pocket of his trousers into the sleeve of his pyjamas, where it settles against his skin for the night

He finds the next one the same way: this time, it’s I dream of you everyday.

A little heart next to it, and a strange doodle. Amane thinks it might be a face, but he can't stare too long to find out. He casually slips it into his pocket again, with hopefully not too much of a beat in his movement.

Surely this is a prank. A not-very-funny one at that. It's a coincidence, nothing more than that. He rolled the dice and rolled this capsule out with a piece of paper with fortune nonsense on it, not his cosmic fate.

One two three four five, and Amane still hasn't answered. Yet he cradles these slips of paper close to heart, nestled together with the moon stone in his everyday pocket.

(He doesn’t know why. But he feels better about keeping them close on him, in a place he can reach out to touch for comfort.)

Little slips of paper through the capsules. Doodles unfurl in the corners of his notebooks, like his soulmate’s letting him in on secrets. He can almost hear the voice of the girl (it seems like a girl?) singing as she daydreams her way across the straight black lines with colourful pens. Highlighters of a shade he's never even imagined before.

(He finds himself liking the soft purple one best.)

And then the cat from the shop arrives with a letter round its collar.

// from this list of prompts here for August. this has been sitting in my drafts since Feb as well I think. It’s gotten really messy over time (*screams*), and frankly my main excuse for writing this is to include Showa Candy Shop 3 in it, and explore what Amane’s life was like back then.

Also: I thought it would be really, really embarrassing if whoever you dreamily doodled about could see them too. Once I panicked bcs I thought a crush might have seen what I’d written oh god

-did emoji exist back in the day i don’t think so boomer gen are extremely unlikely to understand kaomoji at first glance -Amane is a tactile bean look at canon Hanako -the shop still exists in Nene’s time, and it’s a descendant of the cat she entrusts her letters to. -losing them makes it easier for them to go where they need to go -post office works too when she can’t find the cat, though it’s much slower -guess amane gets to collect modern era stamps now -yep it’s a move away from capsules hmm -hand and notebook ‘texting’! -mild fix-it in some areas of Amane’s life? (the later parts of the draft have been about home life oof) -...I need to think about the time-travel consequences and what it changes

Obstacles include: Amane’s characterisation, and thus Tsukasa’s (now when I review over what I wrote, I feel like Amane avoids him too much? And sounds almost dead when he talks? hdajaj)

-changes in motivations (Amane)/timeline - what finally makes him respond? a) please stop doodling flowers over my very important star notebook pls and tq, b) tsukasa finds out/nearly with the cat Who knows what, how much do either of them know about what’s possible

-will there ever be any Nene POV. Include sparsely/flashback for poignancy?

#au_gust_2020 #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk #yugi amane #hananene #amanene #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #yugi tsukasa #showa candy shop 3 #soulmate au #my writing #ed fics

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flipomatic · 3 years

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A New World Chapter 15: Center Stage

Author Note: There’s some stuff going on with RAS in this chapter, which I might consider expanding on more with a spin off at some point.

First Chapter Previous Chapter

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It was a hot, stifling summer afternoon. When Ako and her friends reached their destination, it was a relief to escape the heat.

The mall was cool, but it was unpleasantly warm again inside the arcade. Ako, Rokka, and Asuka had come straight after school, taking the train before walking the final stretch.

Ako was super excited to go; she’d even made sure to bring all of the pocket change she’d been saving. When she found a coin under her desk at school today, that was just an extra bonus.

She led the way inside, looking around with wide eyes at all the flashing games. A wave of noise washed over her, as each game competed for her attention. She hadn’t been here in a while, so there were definitely some new ones.

“Where should we start?” Ako asked, spinning to see more of the arcade. There was a cool new light gun game, oh and a taiko drum game that looked super awesome. She couldn’t ignore the claw machines either. Those large plush animals were too fluffy to resist.

“Why don’t we make a loop?” Asuka suggested, gesturing to the right side of the arcade. The light gun games were over that way, which Ako absolutely wanted to try.

“Let’s go!” Ako pumped one fist in the air, turning to follow the suggested path.

The three teens only made it about ten feet before they stopped at one of the games. It was a large machine with two huge screens, with a large table in front it. A light gun was hooked up on each side, painted in bright neon colors. An indent near the bottom of each side housed a pedal, likely for taking cover in the game.

Rokka stepped up to one of the guns, picking it up confidently. Ako took to other, pointing it at the screen with both hands.

“Have you played this before?” Asuka asked as she stepped up between them.

“Nope.” Ako leaned down to insert a hundred yen coin. Then she took position, ready to fire at the game.

Rokka did the same on her side. “Just once before, when I came with Masuki-san.”

“Oh?” Asuka arched one eyebrow. “How’s it been going with her?”

“T-the same as before.” Rokka almost dropped her light gun as she stumbled over her words. Ako glanced over at her, confused by her reaction. She already knew that Rokka was spending more time with Masking this year, but that was the stutter of someone with secrets to spill.

Ako would’ve asked what she meant by that if Rokka hadn’t fired her light gun at the screen, starting the game before Ako could ask.

A tutorial started to play on both screens, pulling Ako’s attention to it. She learned how to make her character duck behind cover, how to reload her gun, and how to shoot at enemies. It was all easy; though this was a new game, she’d played this type many times before. Her skill level was definitely an A+!

Then it threw her and Rokka into the fray, with waves of enemies spawning around them. Ako fought as hard as she could, shooting every enemy in sight. That didn’t stop them from shooting back at her. It was hard to remember to duck into cover until it was too late.

Before long, her hp had hit zero. The screen flashed with ‘continue?’ as a timer counted down. Ako set her light gun down, perhaps some other time she’d try again.

Rokka, on the other hand, was still going strong. She had about half her health and looked dead serious as she expertly dodged the enemies.

“Gettem!” Ako cheered her on as she made a kill. Asuka had moved to Rokka’s other side and was rooting for her as well, though much more quietly than Ako.

When Rokka made it to the next boss, her fortunes started to change. The boss kept destroying her cover, forcing her to fire out in the open. It hit her a few times, which marked the end of her run. The same ‘continue?’ message appeared, taunting the player to add just one more coin.

Rokka placed the light gun in its holster with a smile. “This one is pretty good.” She said, before asking Asuka if she wanted to try it, but the other teen said she’d pass for now.

The three walked away from the machine, continuing their circle around the arcade. They next approached the crane games, all full of large prizes.

They stopped at one full of medium sized figures, where Asuka tried to bump one from its stand. Rokka and Ako watched with wide eyes as she nudged it, but unfortunately it remained right in exactly the same spot.

As Asuka put in another coin to try again, Rokka reached in her pocked to pull out her phone. She had been smiling before, yet she grimaced as she looked down at the screen. She tapped on the bottom of her phone with both thumbs, probably texting someone, before putting it back in her pocket.

Rokka pulled out a folded piece of paper from that same pocket, looking up at Ako. Ako wasn’t paying any mind to her, as she was engrossed with Asuka’s second failure at getting the figure.

“Hey, Ako.” Rokka called her name quietly, barely loud enough to be heard over the noise of the arcade.

Ako still heard her, though she wasn’t sure exactly what she said. “What is it?”

“Is Roselia busy two Sundays from now?” Rokka’s hand, the one holding the folded paper, fidgeted with the corner of it.

“Hmm, lemme check.” Ako took her phone out and opened the master calendar, clicking to the asked about date. “Just rehearsal, why?” Sunday was usually the best day for the whole band to practice together.

Now Rokka lifted the paper, holding it out to Ako. “RAS is playing at a summer festival. One of the bands dropped out, do you think Roselia would want to perform?”

Ako accepted the paper, unfolding it. It was a colorful flyer, advertising a summer music festival featuring local bands. “I have to ask, but that would be awesome!” Ako snapped a photo of the flyer and sent it to the Roselia group chat.

“RAS wants us to play with them!” Ako typed after sending the photo.

“Looks interesting. If we cancel practice we could do it.” Sayo replied quickly, as usual. It seemed like she was on board.

Rinko was next. “It looks like fun.”

“We haven’t performed in a while.” Lisa chimed in. “What do you think Yukina?”

Yukina could be seen typing for a few moments, slower than the others. “This will be the next step on our path.” After all these years, Ako knew that was a yes.

“Yay!” Ako added a smiling emoji.

“Ako, can you get the organizer’s contact information?” Lisa asked an important question; they would need that to get everything ready.

“For sure.”

Ako grinned as she looked back up at Rokka, who was waiting for her to finish texting. “Roselia is in!”

Rokka nodded once, still with a hint of unease in her expression. “Chuchu will be happy.”

“I’m so excited to play on the same stage as RAS again!” They hadn’t performed at the same venue since early last year. The contest had been stressful, but Ako had loved every minute of it. Oh, right Ako was supposed to ask something. “Do you have the contact info for the event organizer?”

“Yes, one moment.” Rokka took her phone back out, clicked a few times, then showed the screen to Ako. It had a name and phone number on it, which Ako texted directly to Lisa.

After sending it, Ako glanced back up at Rokka. She was looking at her phone, a frown again in place on her lips. Ako wondered what was bothering her, was it something to do with RAS? She never got to ask about Masking earlier too.

Ako opened her mouth to ask, but was once again interrupted by a loud voice.

“Yes!” Asuka exclaimed, startling Ako. Rokka flinched and gave a small ‘eep’ of surprise at the noise. They both turned back to Asuka and saw that she finally succeeded at knocking the figure off the platform.

“Great job!” Rokka recovered quickly and stepped closer to Asuka as she leaned down to retrieve her prize. She seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk she was in.

Ako joined them, stowing her questions for now.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, which was Lisa thanking her for the info. Roselia’s group chat soon blew up with discussion about a set list.

There was an excitement running through Ako as she read the discussion, a rush of energy. They had a little over two weeks to prepare for the live; she was going to make it great!

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Today was the big day, the day of the summer festival. Ako had been practicing super hard for the last two weeks to get ready, refining her technique and making sure to play perfectly in time. The band had even squeezed in extra practices to get ready, though they were mostly with only part of the band.

They decided to wear their original stage outfits for today, since it was the band’s classic look. Ako made sure to try it on ahead of time and worked with Rinko to adjust it for her new height.

On the day of the event, Ako left the house with plenty of time to spare. Tomoe was planning to go as well with the rest of Afterglow, but Ako had too much energy to wait.

She carried her costume and drumsticks carefully as she took the train to the venue. It was being held on an outdoor stage at a park, with 6 different band performing over the course of the day. The weather was cooler today, though still moderately hot. Raise A Suilen would perform second, while Roselia was scheduled fifth.

Ako wanted to go early so she wouldn’t be late, so she didn’t have to wait around the house, but there was more to it than that. She also wanted to watch RAS perform; their music was always a lot of fun to listen to. The way they worked the crowd was inspirational.

The park was already bustling when Ako arrived, with many people milling around. Ako weaved through them to reach the backstage area, where she stored her costume and drumsticks in Roselia’s tent. Sayo’s costume was already back there.

Then, Ako headed back out into the crowd. If Sayo’s costume was here she must’ve been too, so she looked for a splash of light blue hair. As expected, she was able to find that distinct color in the crowd.

Surprisingly, there were two individuals there with it. Sayo and Hina were both near the back of the venue, standing together and talking. Ako weaved past a few people to reach them.

“Good morning, Udagawa-san.” Sayo greeted her as she approached. Hina waved as well. “You’re awfully early.”

“Hi!” Ako stopped in front of them. “I was so excited; I couldn’t just stay at home!”

“Me too!” Hina beamed, her smile practically stretching from ear to ear. “I can’t wait to hear Onee-chan play!”

Sayo flushed slightly. “Hina, please remember there are people around.” Indeed, a few of the audience members had turned to stare.

“Oh, sorry.” Hina clamped one hand over her mouth, giggling as she did.

The conversation shifted to the other bands playing today. Besides Roselia and RAS, there were four others. One was from Sayo’s school and often performed there. Ako hadn’t heard of the others, but she was still excited to hear them play.

Rinko arrived next, appearing in the group without a word. Afterglow came over to say hi when they got there, but they only stayed for a minute. They were determined to get a good spot near the stage.

Lisa and Yukina walked up ten minutes before the first group was set to perform. The band decided they would stay to watch through RAS, then they’d head backstage. They stood in the corner, where it would be easier to slip away.

The crowed had completely filled up, with at least a thousand people packed into the park. They cheered as the first band came on stage, waving multi-colored penlights in the air.

Ako cheered too, waving her arms to the music. This band was great! Their music almost seemed to fly by, as they rolled through one song after another. Their drummer was particularly good, hitting some impressive patterns.

Before Ako knew it, it was time for RAS. They came on stage to a flurry of cheers.

The audience had grown even more since the start of the concert. Chuchu called out to the audience to introduce them. She named each member as they played a solo, with Pareo introducing her last.

Ako had seen them do this many times, but it still impressed her to this day. She probably had stars in her eyes as she cheered at the start of their first song.

They opened with Hell or Hell, which was one of Ako’s favorites, before hyping up the crowd through Unstoppable and A Declaration of XXX.

Ako tried to ask Rokka how things were with the band at school last week, after they didn’t get to talk about it at the arcade, but Rokka insisted that everything was fine. Based on the strength of this performance, Ako could only believe that to be true.

Despite any trouble the band might’ve been having, their music came together perfectly. Ako mostly watched the drums, noting Masking’s excellent technique.

When RAS finished, it was time for Roselia to head backstage. Hina wished them luck as they walked away.

Immediately upon reaching the back, the band found themselves face to face with RAS. They had just come off the stage and must’ve been heading to their tent.

“Minato Yukina.” Chuchu was covered in sweat from having just performed in the heat, yet she still had the energy to point directly at Yukina. “There’s no way your stage outshines ours!”

Yukina’s expression was impassive as always. “We will see.” She replied simply, before brushing past the band.

“You were amazing!” Lisa called as the rest of the band followed her. Ako looked back to shoot them a thumbs up and a grin.

As Roselia reached their tent, they could hear the next band starting to play. They quickly changed into their outfits for the show and prepared their instruments. Ako only needed her drumsticks, since she would use the drum set on stage.

The tent was soon full of the sounds of the band, of Yukina warming up, Sayo tuning her guitar, and Lisa practicing one last song. Rinko would use the keyboard on stage as well, so she was taking the time to stretch her fingers.

Once they were ready, they circled up. Ako leaned in between Rinko and Lisa in the circle, with one arm around each of them.

“This is our first performance of the new year.” Yukina took the lead in the huddle. “Let’s show them our devotion.”

Ako nodded, prepared to do just that. She looked around at her band members, who each wore expressions of determination.

The band broke the circle and left the tent, heading to where they were supposed to wait. The fourth band had just started, so soon it would be their turn.

They had to wait a little, but their turn did come. After the previous band finished and left the stage, Roselia went up the steps to take their place.

The crowd cheered loudly, with purple penlights on full display. Ako waved broadly at the audience, before sitting down at the drums. She adjusted the seat quickly and checked that the drum set was in the right spots. On the other side of the stage, Rinko had finished doing something similar.

After moving one of the snares, Ako looked over at Yukina. The vocalist was waiting for that cue.

“We are Roselia.” Yukina introduced the band to the audience. “Our first song is Black Shout.” With that, Ako counted off and the band started to play.

They chose Black Shout as the opener since it was one of their most well known songs. Ako played it confidently, hitting her parts exactly right. She even used the new technique she’d been refining. This was great, she was playing perfectly.

There was a problem though, as Ako turned her ears towards her bandmates something felt off. The audience was still roaring, but something sounded wrong. Ako kept her smile pasted on her face as she glanced over towards Rinko. She wondered if Rinko could feel it too.

Rinko was still smiling as well, but it looked strained. She met Ako’s gaze for a moment, so Ako cued the next down beat with a larger motion.

For a moment, that made the feeling go away. But it didn’t stay gone.

The piano felt off. It wasn’t just the piano, the guitar, the bass, and the vocals too. It felt like the band was bursting out in every direction, pulling the music their way. Ako stayed in the center of that, keeping the beat. Their sound was completely different than before, something new and scary.

Sayo had turned back towards her, lips drawn in a tight line. Ako cued her as well, hoping that would help.

It didn’t.

The band felt unstable, like it was on the verge of tearing. Ako knew that wouldn’t happen, that every member of her band was capable of staying together no matter how strange they sounded. No matter how they clashed in this moment, they could still play Black Shout together.

They continued on to the next song. The crowd cheered even louder. They had especially enjoyed the guitar solo.

Ako wondered if the crowd couldn’t hear it, or perhaps it was in her imagination. No, as Lisa as well looked for a cue she normally would’ve hit without help, Ako knew the problem was real. The rest of the band could feel it too.

The second song ended and they continued on to the next. Some songs felt better than others, while some felt far worse. Ako fought to keep her smile up the entire live, which became even harder with the heat of summer.

The crowd was still cheering loudly when they finished their final song, still enthusiastically waving their penlights in the air.

Roselia bowed and thanked them, before leaving the stage. Ako wasn’t sure what to think about their performance, or how to feel. They walked back to their tent in silence.

Once inside, Ako stopped by the entrance. She couldn’t just hold in her words. “What happened out there?” She asked, looking between her bandmates.

Sayo and Lisa were both putting their instruments away. Rinko had her hands held together, while Yukina stood with her arms crossed.

“I-I’m not sure…” Rinko muttered.

“We were out of sync.” Sayo cut in, glaring up from her guitar case.

Yukina’s eyes narrowed. “We shouldn’t have been.” Her stare was heavy.

Lisa finished zipping her bass case, then turned towards the rest of the band. “We need to talk about it.” She said, eyes landing on Yukina. Even she was not smiling. “Let’s meet next Sunday, instead of band practice. We’ll figure this out.” That was probably the next time they would all be free again.

“Alright.” Yukina acquiesced without a fight. “I’m going to watch the last band.” With that she turned and exited the tent, leaving the other band members behind. Lisa sighed as she watched her go.

Ako stepped over to Rinko, who was now wringing her hands together. “We should do that too.” At least it could take their minds off of their performance.

Rinko nodded and followed Ako as she started to walk away. Sayo and Lisa remained in the tent.

They didn’t go back out to the audience, since they were still in costume, but they watched the last band from backstage. Yukina was nowhere to be found. Hina came past as they watched, likely looking for Sayo. The sixth band was excellent, as expected.

It didn’t succeed at distracting Ako from her thoughts. She could only remember how Black Shout had sounded, how it had felt as the band pulled in different directions.

Next week they would debrief it. She couldn’t wait.

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End Note: Chapters are going to be a little less frequent now, probably just once a week. I’ve been feeling a bit burnt out from this fic so I’m taking it a little slower. Thanks for continuing to read!

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#udagawa ako #roselia #bang dream #bang dream fanfiction #bandori fanfiction #asahi rokka #idk why i'm still posting this here #i'm pretty sure none of you are reading it #and that the roselia fandom on tumblr is basically dead #but im nostalgic #and i still want to post #this chapter is long lol

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babyybitchhh · 4 years

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For science’s sake though, I would love to know what Senkuu and Gen give as Valentine’s Day gifts! Shikamaru as well! Thank you!😍

SFW content isn’t usually my speed but I am just SO in my feelings recently that this ask was like Cupid’s arrow straight to the heart and I’m here for it. Let’s go.

Senkuu

Isn’t particularly impressed by Valentine’s Day. Like. At all. He thinks it’s silly. He thinks there’s a hundred better ways one could be spending their time and money but, despite his personal feelings on the matter, he GETS why people like it. He’s not anywhere near so heartless as to completely scoff at the feelings of others even though he’s pretty damn sure he’s not about that life himself. “Good for them, but I’m different.”

But then here you are and oh, shit. You’re quite possibly the most attractive human being he’s ever seen - cute and fun and interesting as all get out. He recognizes what he’s feeling right off the bat but he’s not particularly happy about it so it takes him a good while to come around and accept the fact he’s contracted a serious case of the dreaded Love Sickness. And when I tell you this boy approaches his feelings just as tempered and methodically as everything else in his life, I mean that wholeheartedly.

Still has very little interest in Valentine’s itself. The sudden emergence of his feelings does not change that. But now he’s finding that he wants to make you happy and since girls expect displays of affection on this day more than any other, he knows he’s gotta step up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Especially since he wouldn’t want you to think that he doesn’t care about you in some capacity or, worse, give someone else the opportunity to woo you while he’s floundering in indecision. That’s just so not his style.

Senkuu is a very steadfast individual and if he decides he’s going to humor this silly little crush, then by god that’s what he’s going to do.

The only problem is; how exactly does he do that? With no previous experience to build off of, all he can do is think back on what he’s seen other people doing and use his brain to find the answer. He spends a lot of time considering all his options, weighing the pros and cons of each one carefully. He doesn’t want to seem too eager or overly enthusiastic so giant teddy bears are simply out of the question. But he also doesn’t want to settle on a small, inconsequential gift that doesn’t have any real meaning behind it so a simple box of chocolates is also a no-go.

After spending a long time scouring the internet for ideas and looking over trinkets through store windows on his way back and forth from home, he finally decides to show you how he feels the only way he conceivably CAN.

By giving you the world - or your own personal, fun-sized version of it anyway.

❤️❤️❤️

Gen

Gen loves Valentine’s Day. Full stop. Do not even attempt to get between this man and his half-priced chocolates the day afterward because there’s no guarantee that you won’t come out the other side missing a finger or two. But when it comes to the lovey-dovey aspect of the holiday, he’s much less into it. Unimpressed is what you’d call it and not for any jaded, edgy reasons but because he is the very definition of affectionate displays all year round. He doesn’t need a special reason to show someone he cares for them and, if anything, this is just another day of the week for him.

True to nature, he goes out of his way to make people believe the exact opposite though. He’ll drag the very concept of Valentine’s through the mud and decry any individual who foolishly stakes their entire heart and soul on mustering up the courage just to confess to the person they like. He calls it a cliche and wonders at the girls who actually fall for that after school special crap. “Wait, you mean you actually said ‘yes’? Aikes-yay.”

He’s so convincingly sincere that you not only fully believe he hates the holiday but you also don’t expect a single goddamn thing from him. Not so much as a simple “happy Valentine’s Day” let alone an actual gift. Surely even that would be expecting too much and never mind receiving any poignant, heartfelt declarations of love. You’ve long since accepted the fact that it’s going to be a night in with very little to show for it.

But to your absolute astonishment, you wake up that morning to a text telling you to have a good and happy Valentine’s with more heart emojis than you know what to do with. Okaaaaay. Unexpected but you’re still pleasantly surprised. Maybe he was just pretending to throw you off?

With that thought officially taking root in your head, you go about your day fully expecting Gen to show up at any moment with a giant teddy bear in tow or an arm full of roses and the anticipation leaves you vibrating. Disappointment starts to settle in as the afternoon drags into evening but then … out of nowhere he asks if you want to go get dinner with him. Huh. Thinking for sure he’s got something planned now, you readily agree.

Only to end up standing in front of a McDonald’s. Oh, you’re going to kill him. That’s exactly what you get for playing games with a Gemini and no, it’s not actually canon, but you can rip that HC right out of my cold dead hands.

However, just as you’re getting ready to pop off for the insult, he gives you one of those evil grins and says “Just kidding.” He actually has reservations for a lovely five-star restaurant just around the corner. You fell for his misdirection hook line and sinker, and he doesn’t try to hide how cute he thinks your reaction is. The look on your face when he reveals the big surprise is totally worth it and, just to seal the deal and assure you of his sincerity, he gives you a kiss and one of his favorite flowers with a love note attached.

❤️❤️❤️

Shikamaru

If you look up the definition of ‘sweet’ in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of this boy plastered right there for all to see. Despite his almost standoffish outer shell, Shikamaru is not only sensitive but he’s actually really attached to the concept of classically styled love. Kind of hard not to be when he grew up watching his parent’s relationship but that’s a post for another day. He hides it well enough that he almost even manages to convince himself that he’s not Like That but he is. Deep down in his heart of hearts, he knows he is. So, assuming that Valentine’s Day were to find its way to Konoha in the same shape that we know it, I think he’d be all about the holiday. At least in theory, anyway.

Application would be another matter entirely though. His emotional sensitivity goes both ways so he’d be nervous and more than a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal, not to mention terrified of rejection. What if you hate the gift he gets you? What if he just embarrasses himself? What if you laugh about it with your friends later? What if he puts himself out there and you don’t even feel the same way? Being a genius is as much a blessing as it is a curse and he’d sooo easily get lost in his thoughts just going over every single ‘what-if’ scenario he can come up with.

The poor guy is a wreck about it and he gets very close to talking himself out of doing anything at all more than once. His feelings for you are the only thing that stop him from throwing in the towel but he runs into the same problem of not knowing what to get. Flowers and candy are always a safe choice, based on what he’s heard Ino say in passing, but is that really the path he wants to walk? Don’t you deserve better than that though? Stuffed animals are far more attention-grabbing and extravagant but they don’t really suit his shy, reclusive nature and, honestly, he’d just feel like an idiot carrying around something like that. He’s truly at a loss and with the dreaded date fast approaching, he has to make a decision. Soon.

It’s officially time for one of his brooding, soul searching walks while he tries to work out the problem in his head. By pure happenstance, he comes across one of the Nara artisan’s shops and, figuring he’s got nothing to lose, he decides to look over his distant uncle’s wares. That’s when he spots it. A real eureka moment and he’s brimming with excitement as he pays for the item, feeling pretty good about himself until the doubts start creeping in again.

When Valentine’s finally comes around, Shikamaru avoids you for most of the day. He just can’t bring himself to confront you until it's so late in the afternoon that the sun is starting to set and you notice his almost awkward behavior immediately. He adamantly insists that nothing is wrong, coming off almost grumpier than normal, but when he finally screws up the courage to pull the gift out of his pocket, you know exactly why he’s acting like this.

“So you always have a piece of me - a piece of the Nara with you.”

Understated and elegant, dark to match his family’s signature jutsu but feminine enough to get his feelings across, it is truly the sort of gift only HE could give you.

❤️❤️❤️

*Note: Valentine’s is considered to be for girls in Japan, while White Day is for boys, and since these characters are all Japanese I stuck with that narrative. If anyone wants something similar for White Day (March 14th) just let me know!

#I'm not gonna lie #I spent probably an hour and a half looking for Shikamaru's gift #it was real hard #its the 15th now where I'm at but its still Valentine's Day SOMEWHERE in the world right??#dr stone #naruto #senkuu ishigami #gen asagiri #shikamaru nara

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iguessilovebakugou · 6 years

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Happier || Bakugou x F!Reader || Jealousy Prompt { Long Post }

.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,l0000,56coc - Benny, 2018, walking across the keyboard like an asshole while M was trying to write

@fandomsblogs

// I am working on the other one! Time has not been my friend lately lol. ALSO HOLY FUCK IS THIS ONE LONG I’M SORRY. Also my love for Shinsou is growing.

Part 2 Here! Part 3 Here!

Hitoshi Shinsou was a strange kid.

You had run into him the first day of school and despite everyone else around him being weary, you didn’t seem to have the same sense of self-preservation. Instead, you found yourself nestling down across from him at the lunch table and talking his ear off. He just stared at you over his spoon, letting you ramble on to your heart’s content. It wasn’t the last time you would sit with him for lunch. It wasn’t too long after that he would wait for you so you could stand in line together. He stopped being entirely quiet and would actually interject with some of his own thoughts. After that, it was meeting you at your cubby and walking you to the train station.

It was nice to have someone you could complain with, even if he would only laugh softly to himself or agree with whatever you were saying. Shinsou had become a dear friend, one that you were able to trust with your secrets and let in on everything that was happening in and outside of class. School eventually lead to meeting him during off days to study, then grabbing something to eat. He was saved under your phone as Shin with a frog emoji next to it, mostly because he gave you a look when you added it. The emojis that followed after have grown long and usually are added as proof that you are upset with him.

‘I can’t believe that you actually ate my sandwich’ was quickly followed by a screenshot of a snake being added after the bear.

‘You’ll survive. Didn’t you buy two of them anyway? 🤔 ’

‘It’s the morality of the matter, Shin. Everyone knows that.’

He was the first person you met at UA. He was the first one you called after getting home from the USJ - though to be fair, he did call you to make sure you made it out with all your limbs attached. He was the first person you saw after you lost during the sports festival and you were the one who cheered him up with ice cream after the events were over. You made sure to help him with his make up during the culture festival and he stayed over your house to help you prepare for any final exam you’ve both had to come across.

...he was the first one who told you that Bakugou had a crush on you...

To be entirely and one hundred and ten percent honest, you had never looked past Bakugou as more than a classmate and sometimes a friend when he wasn’t being absolutely horrendous. Anything after that was foreign territory, unexplored and unprecedented. You were friendly and he was not, that was the end of that discussion as a whole. It didn’t bother you, not in the least - you saw how he treated the others and they fared no different, especially poor Izuku. You had never expected to be anything other than just...that. Just one more of the “indiscriminate”, one more of the “same”, another of the “everyone else”.

It didn’t help, of course, how abrupt and bluntly your friend decided to drop that bomb on you. It was just another part of the idle conversation over lunch, hardly as interesting as the rice and pork he was currently chewing on. You had almost mistaken it for just answering your question from earlier - though what that question had been was completely wiped from your mind as he spoke.

“That Bakugou kid likes you.”

You paused, staring at him for a solid minute, a spoon full of soup poised and waiting in front of your mouth. “Uh...what?”

He glanced up at you, then back over your shoulder. You could see the line of students in the reflection in his eyes, though they were muddled and shadowed. You stopped, sitting up straight and feeling your consciousness arguing with itself. Turn around don’t turn around turn around don’t turn around turn around.

You twisted, trying to find the face in the crowd that perhaps Shinsou just mistook for Bakugou. You prayed you couldn’t see his face. Pleaded that his wild blonde hair and sharp red eyes wouldn’t make an appearance in the line. Though - as fate would have it - there he was on the outskirts of people. His attention was on your table, hard and focused and...when he noticed the two of you staring at him - he tensed. His back straightened and just as quickly as you had noticed him, like a lion in headlights, he started yelling at you to turn back around. The people standing next to him visibly recoiled and you yourself were taken aback.

...yeah...yeah you were shocked by his outburst. That’s why your heart jumped a little bit. That’s all it was.

“...I think he was staring at you,” You finally said, turning back around and swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. “You did almost beat the kid he hates most in the entire school, so I don’t doubt that he’s-”

“I can tell when people are staring at me,” Shinsou smirked, cutting you off and running your blood cold.

And that was the end of the conversation. You spent the rest of the lunch in silence, alone with your spiraling thoughts.

[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] He can’t like me. he doesn’t even know me. i have spoken maybe 8 words to him. 10 tops. I mean, we did survive the usj together and nothing brings people closer together than almost dying but to like me? to say he likes me is just false and it’s not funny and its probably just people starting rumors because he yelled at me once in public probably

[ Incoming Txt:: Shinsou ] I’m in class.

[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] And even if he did like me, it’s not like I like him, you know? like...what would we talk about???

[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] How mad he is all the time??? I couldn’t deal with the screaming. 👏

[ Incoming Txt:: Shinsou ] You’re going to get us both in trouble wait until after school...

[ Outgoing Txt:: Shinsou ] You can’t just unload this onto me and go ‘wait’ I am freaking out here, Shinsou!!!! [ Read 13:56 ]

Oh, it was just like him to make you wait. To let you stew in your own misery while you waited for him to cut you free. You needed answers. You needed Shinsou to pull the “lol just kidding” card. You needed to have him say he was joking, this just a prank, bruh. More than that you needed everything to go back to normal, for the world to click right back into place.

You couldn’t think about Bakugou like that. You couldn’t think of him as anything more than your angry classmate - you needed it to just be a professional relationship at best. You weren’t good at relationships. You weren’t good at being a good girlfriend or being a good...oh god what if he tried to kiss you? What if he tried sending you a note? Oh, fuck you, what would that be like? Would he ask to meet you under a tree? Isn’t that how everyone does it? Isn’t that how secret admirers confessed their feelings???

What if Shinsou wasn’t kidding???

You were so lost in your own panic, staring at the three dots flashing on Shinsou’s side, you didn’t hear the snickering around you. You didn’t feel all the eyes on you...and you didn’t notice the arm snaking around your shoulder until it was too late. The first reaction your body had was to try and jerk away - to try and hide your phone as quickly as possible, despite already being caught. Miss Midnight wasted no time pulling you close, holding you tight against her chest with one arm and tugging your phone out of your hands with other. “What’s this? With the way you’re turning red, I would suspect it’s a secret admirer.”

You tried reaching for the phone, though the ‘ding!’ caused her bright eyes to focus on it instead of you, Shinsou’s name flashing on the screen with part of the message, ‘I’ll tell you after school. I was told not to say anything...’ Her expression changed, pulling away from you and leaving you speechless and on your feet reaching for your phone. “Boyfriend or no, we have a strict policy on cell phone usage during class. You’ll just have to pick it up at the end of the day.”

You faltered, face falling and shoulders slumping in defeat. You watched as she sauntered to the front of the classroom and slipped your only source of information and connection to Shinsou under the podium. You dropped back into your seat, feeling like a giant ice shard was jamming into your stomach. Great, now she probably thought you and Shinsou were an item. That’s just exactly what you needed right now. You groaned and buried your face in your hands, hating how your cheeks burned at your palms. You were thankful when the sound of scratching pencils filled the room as Midnight went back to the lesson - maybe now you could just...focus on what was going on right now. Just get back to class, everything was going to be okay. Don’t look over there. Don’t look at him...

Your eyes met Bakugou’s. His expression, though hard to entirely make out for certain, did not look good. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched so tightly you could practically hear the grinding teeth from your spot in the middle of the room. You wondered how long he had been staring at you, how long you went without noticing the heat of his glare. The silent confrontation lasted less than a second before he turned back to his notebook. He didn’t bother to write any notes down...not that it would do him any good...

What with how bad his hands were shaking.

“Why did you get in trouble?”

Shinsou shrugged one of his broad shoulders, taking a swig of his drink before tossing the empty can in the trash next to the park bench. “Probably because they caught both of us texting in class. Figure Miss Midnight was talking about our apparent sordid love affair in the teacher’s lounge.” He gave you a wide, unkind smile.

...yeah, he wasn’t too happy about that one.

You lowered your eyelids in a scowl. “Well, I’m sorry she already had the cover planned for our romance novel,” You grumbled around your ice cream spoon. “But you know how I get when I start overthinking things...”

“No, I know. Trust me.” He reached down and plucked his own cup from the spot between you two. “You’re like your own personal, malfunctioning wrecking ball.”

You could almost laugh at how accurate he was. It was enough to make you sick to your stomach. Not that it hadn’t stopped twisting for the rest of the week. Bakugou had made it a point to give you something akin to a cold shoulder mixed with a German suplex. Any time you tried to talk to him, both during class and outside, he would practically snarl and scream for you to get lost. Which had been his normal reaction, sure...but now there was a malice no one had seen before. Not even Deku. It was like burning hot syrup poured down your throat any time he snapped at you, shoving past you to just get away. It had been getting so bad that the others were asking you what was wrong.

“Why is Bakugou so pissed at you?” Asked Mina.

“Did something happen with you and Bakugou?” Sero questioned.

“If you need us to talk to him, we don’t mind.” Uraraka offered.

All of them turned away or declined. This was your problem and one you intended on completely ignoring. Though you had become hyper-aware of his stare whenever you were sitting at lunch. You could feel the heat, the rage...and something else. It was hard to pinpoint and even harder to put into words. What was even more complicated was why it bothered you. Why any of this bothered you. You had people like you before, it wasn’t an entirely new concept. But you had always been focused on getting into UA, on school and becoming a Pro. You were determined, your resolve incredible, your skill unmatched.

So..why did Bakugou stop you in your tracks? Why did he throw a wrench into the plans you had laid out since you were 4? Why was it a problem? Why did it have to change everything? Why was him liking you the single worst thing that could possibly happen?

...and why did your heart skip a beat every single time you thought about him? Why did you find yourself laying in bed, staring at his number in the group chat? Why did you go to bed thinking about what you were going to say to him the next day? Why did it hurt when he pushed you away? Why did you want to reach out and resolve this? Why did the sight of him slow everything down, make the world stop spinning? Why...why did the idea of being with him not sound half bad?

You sighed, offering your now half melted ice cream to Shinsou. “I’m not hungry anymore. You can have it.”

It was silent for a moment before the weight was lifted from your hand. You were focused on your feet, resting your chin in your palm and you were once against lost in your own whirlpool of thoughts. You were drowning so quickly, you didn’t hear Shinsou speak...at least until he tapped your cheek with his spoon.

“Stop.”

You blinked and glanced his way, before groaning and wiping off the sugary smudge with the sleeve of your windbreaker. “Damn it, Shinsou.”

“You’re going to drive yourself insane if you keep thinking about it. So stop worrying.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” You snapped, “I had everything planned out and I didn’t need this right now. I didn’t need...him on top of everything else. I need to just focus on my school work and my exams and-”

“No one is saying you need to run off and get married.” His eyes rest on your face, shutting you up quickly. “If you don’t like him, just tell him and get it over with. What’s the big deal?”

You were silenced once again by his logic. Just tell him and get it over and done with. Just explain the whole situation. Just...tell him you didn’t like him like that. That you didn’t want that right now...what was big deal?

"If you don’t curl your damn fingers in, you’re going to cut them off.”

You...were not the best cook in Class 1-A. You could make a mean grilled cheese, a fantastic bowl of cereal and, sometimes when the mood was right, you could not blow up a microwave making a can of soup. But the whole point of this Summer Camp was learning how to survive during dire circumstances and you highly doubt you would find a microwave in the wilderness. You could save people from natural disasters, sure. Keep them safe while they waited for help. No Problem.

Cutting up celery? Not so much.

The owner of the voice surprised you just as much as the statement. It had been a few weeks now with general radio silence from Bakugou. You were faring no better - though you were proud to announce that you had moved on from denial to pain on your trip down the ‘Seven Stages’. So the fact that he had stepped up next to you caused your heart to stop. “Uh...what?”

“Tch.” He grunted, motioning to your hands with his chin. “Your fingers. The way you’re holding the knife and vegetables - it’s dangerous.”

“Oh, uh...” Think of something. Anything to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. “I...never really learned how to cook.”

“Well, that’s obvious.”

...so Bakugou was warm. Your brain had little time to process much else as he reached up and around you. One hand covered your fingers, curling them in against the celery stock while the other drove your arm through the motions of cutting. “If you do it this way, you won’t knick yourself.”

...he was just trying to help. He helps no one. He was just being nice. He’s not nice to anyone. He just didn’t want you to ruin the curry. Why don’t you let anyone in, Bakugou? No one wanted chunks of...celery in their curry. I want to know why you’re so determined. It wasn’t a big deal! I don’t know why you make me feel this way. Just thank him and move along. Please let me in, let me try.

You turned to look at him. You became aware of your tongue’s place in your mouth. You became aware of how much he smelled of caramel right now. He was so focused on your hands, chopping away at the stocks...though you could see how tight his lips were, you could feel the tremble of his hand, see the bead of sweat on his temple. He was doing everything in his power to not look at you, to keep his attention on your work.

...until he didn’t. Until his eyes fell on your face. Your lungs tightened and you felt yourself get lost. The past few weeks melted away in the evening. The confrontations, your panicked thoughts - all of it gone. You couldn’t help but notice the way the sun gave his wild, messed blonde hair the most beautiful of halos. His eyes focused hard on your face, though you were realizing everything about Bakugou was focus. Focus on being the best. Focus on being number one. Focus on proving yourself. Had you always been leaning against him? Had he always been so strong? So warm?

He opened his mouth to say something. You leaned in to stop him.

“Geez, Bakugou, moving in on her boyfriend’s territory, huh?”

You yanked your hand back, narrowly missing losing the skin on the end of your knuckles. The heat of his body quickly disappeared as he turned to Denki, who was smirking. “WHY DON’T YOU MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!?” Bakugou exploded. “UNLESS YOU WANT TO CHOKE ON WHOLE VEGETABLES.”

“I’m just saying, man,” He grinned, “Bro code. Not cool.”

Everyone could feel the snap of his spine. The attention was on him, the entirety of the forest, down to the ants crawling around in the dirt beneath your feet, fell to a stop as Bakugou glared at Denki. It fell silent, no one knowing what to say...least of all you. You stared at his back, a million different thoughts flying faster than your consciousness knew what to do with them.

“...” He didn’t even look at you before turning and walking back to his station. The sight of his head bowed made your stomach twist, the bile rising to the back of your throat. You watched as he went back to chopping onions.

He wasn’t looking at you. Not anymore. And he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the night.

“I know you feel guilty, but are you serious about this!?”

You ignore Shinsou as you shove whatever clothes you can find into your gym bag that resemble your hero outfit. You know that if you say one word to him, he’ll activate his quirk, and how can you save Bakugou then? How could you stop them from hurting him? How could you ever see him again?

You know everyone else was going to visit Deku in the hospital. You know they were going to make sure he was okay. They were all probably coming up with their own plans to save Katsuki, but you couldn’t run the risk of one of them getting cold feet or ratting on each other. It wasn’t going to help you - not in the slightest.

“The Pros are searching for him!! All Might is searching for him!!” Shinsou screamed, grabbing your shoes that you just set on the bed and holding them from you. You glared at him, but just grabbed another pair of boots instead. “If you get hurt or in trouble, what’s that going to do for you!? They can’t save both you and him!!”

If they can’t save more than one person, they don’t deserve to call themselves pros. You only falter because it’s his voice. Why does his voice have to hurt so much? You fall onto your bed and kick off your shoes and slip the black boots up, working on the laces.

“Don’t do this,” Shinsou begs, and you’re not sure if it’s to get you to talk or because he’s actually terrified for you. “Please. Bakugou is the biggest asshole you and I both know. They’ll probably get sick of him and toss him out on his ass. But don’t cut your own head off to keep his on his shoulders for 10 seconds longer.”

You stare at him for a moment. He...was right. You know this wasn’t a good idea. You know that this was just asking to get murdered or worse: expelled. His words almost crawled their way to your brain, slipping into your thoughts and stopping you from finishing your laces.

But then you thought of his face. You thought about those bright red eyes and his wide smirk. The League of Villains saw his determination, his desire for the best, and the need to be the greatest as nothing but flaws, vices. Something as sinister as they were. They saw it the same way everyone at the Sports Festival saw it. They saw a monster. If they had their way, if the media had their way, the whole world would see him. They would see him as a punk, as a bully...

They wouldn’t see how hard he worked. How much he wanted to be a hero. And if they hurt him, if he refused and they...they took that away from him...?

You yanked at the laces so hard it nearly ripped the fabric and the skin on your hand clean off. No. No, you weren’t going to let that happen. And no matter how much Shinsou yelled or screamed or tried to stop you, he didn’t put himself between you and the door. Because even though you hadn’t said anything, he knew...

He knew to stop you from saving Bakugou was going to be harder than ripping heaven from God’s hands.

No one really could talk to you the first day to the new dorms. They all knew what the broken arm and bruised eye were from. All the cuts and scratches. No one else had been hurt nearly as bad, but no one else threw themselves in front of Bakugou to save him from the hit to his back.

“I DON’T NEED YOU.”

“I’M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!!”

“DON’T YOU SEE!? YOU JUST MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE!!!!”

“BAKUGOU JUST--”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!! DON’T YOU GET IT? I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

No one was stupid enough. No one else got screamed at, got told he didn’t need them...at least, not before you passed out.

You had tried to help and Shinsou had been right: you seemed to make things worse.

You tried to stand proud, tried to appear aloof. But it was hard not to stare at the cast. It must have been hard not to look at you with pity. Deku, Todoroki, Iida, Momo, and Kirishima were the worst. They had heard him and you arguing. They heard it all.

Well, so much for getting this figured out and resolved, huh?

You and Bakugou stood on the opposite side of the group, and the tension that you two created was like a heavy rain cloud over your classmates. But they didn’t say anything, not until after Aizawa made the joyous announcement that you all weren’t going to be expelled. You weren’t sure if you were going to throw up at the thought or just that thankful. Maybe a little bit of both.

“Come here.”

The movement out of the corner of your eye stole your attention. The blood in your veins froze in an instant before rushing again to your ears. You turned, watching as Denki was dragged away by...ah... He didn’t really seem to want to go. Nervous and confused, but still trying to play it cool, Bakugou and him disappeared behind the bushes. It’s quiet for a minute, leaving everyone in the small group as equally nervous and confused as-

“AAAAAAAAAGH.”

Ooooo, that sounded like it hurt.

The bumbling Denki darted out from behind the branches, giving everyone a thumbs up and sputtering like an idiot. You looked around, seeing everyone’s smiles and hearing Jiro’s howling laughter. You found it hard to smile, brows furrowed as your attention focused back to Bakugou, eyeing him closely. Did he....?

“Kirishima.”

Your eyes widened at the flash of cash. Did he...no, he wouldn’t have...

“DID YOU SHAKE HIM DOWN FOR CASH!?” Looks like the redhead was on the same train of thought as you.

“NO.” He offered it again, voice deep with a subdued offense. “This is my money, you idiot. To replace what you spent.”

Kirishima was taken aback, eyes widening at the bills in his friend’s hand. “How...did you know I bought night vision goggles?”

The question goes unanswered. Bakugou shoved the money against the other boy’s chest before walking past him. “Don’t say I never gave you anything. Now I’m not indebted to you. ” He snipped, though it didn’t hold his usual contempt.

You...were shocked. He was...grateful? To Kirishima? Your eyes darted back and forth between the two, watching as Bakugou made his way towards you. You froze, holding your arm close to your chest, feeling your heart hammer against your rib cage. The sound of your classmates laughing was drowned out, the ringing in your ears was all you could hear. Was he going to say anything to you? Was he going to try and talk to you? What would you say?...did he really hate you?

Your eyes met. The world paused, stopped spinning on its axel. Hell, you could swear gravity itself gave out and the entire planet was plummeting. Your stomach lurched, your hands began to sweat. You wanted him to just say something, anything. To not just...leave it like that. To stop being so confusing, stop putting up that wall whenever you tried to get close.

And just as quickly as it stopped, the world kept going...and so did he. His eyes left your face and your stomach fell to your feet. So...he really was...

“Hey,” You heard Kirishima behind you, saying your name ever so softly. They were scared of hurting you any more than you had been. Had you really been so weak? Is that how everyone saw you? As just some little girl who got her heart broken by a guy she didn’t even know if she liked? “He didn’t mean what he-”

“It’s fine.” You say, your tone sharper than you intended. It’s not his fault. The jealousy in the pit of your chest isn’t his fault. It’s not...It’s not his fault. “It’s fine.” Your words are softer this time. You even add in a smile for added effect, though it didn’t seem to convince him. You could hardly fool yourself.

“I’ll be alright.”

You knew it was a bold face lie and trying to bury your thoughts wasn’t helping.

You sat up in your bed, having given up on tossing and turning hours ago. You gave up on trying to get any sort of sleep that night. You wanted to blame it on the new dorms, wanted to believe that it was just because you weren’t used to sleeping in new places. The sounds weren’t right, the bed was too soft, no, too firm. It just wasn’t yours. It was hard to sleep in a cast with some broken ribs, you know?

You glanced around the darkened dorm, the boxes from your old room left where the movers had put them. You didn’t have the willpower or heart to unpack them, not just yet. The others had wanted to see how you decorate, they were having a competition even. Good old, normal, run of the mill fun. Something light to keep everyone sane after...everything. But when Uraraka asked you to join in, you simply declined: you just wanted to sleep.

But even that wasn’t working out right. Nothing was working out right.

You glanced at the clock on your phone. One thirty in the morning. You sighed, figuring that if you were going to be up, might as well get something to drink. Maybe you could binge watch something on Youtube, force yourself to be tired. Everyone else would be asleep by now and with how big the dorm hall was, you doubt you would wake anyone else up. Wincing as you gathered some drive, you tossed the sheets from off your legs. You groaned as your torso stretched, the muscles tugging at the broken bones in your chest. With a swear and one good shove later, you had pushed yourself up and on your feet.

You walked softly down the hall, all the lights under the doors out. Everyone was asleep - perfect. No one to ask if you were okay, if you wanted to talk. It wasn’t like anyone had died or you were getting expelled. You just...you just weren’t quite sure why you were so upset. It was hard just to think straight and for five minutes, you just didn’t want to think at all.

You clicked on the lights to the kitchen. It was big, bigger than you were used to anyway. Would they have tea cups and tea just laying around? Something light, like a green tea or earl grey. One by one, you opened and closed each cabinet. It was a slow go, what with your one arm and all. But after 10 minutes of searching, you finally found the boxes. “Hah,” You couldn’t help but laugh, though soft and strained. You actually had a choice. That was rare.

You grabbed the closest one, it hurt to keep your arm up for too long. Your search for a cup would have to wait. You grimaced, rubbing your side. Your lungs were on fire, it was hard to take a deep breath. All at once, you felt the humiliation fall on your shoulders. The pain was just a reminder of how you ended up like this.

...you shouldn’t have been so stupid. You shouldn’t have gotten caught up in all this. You shouldn’t have lost yourself in just the idea that...you shouldn’t have been so stupid. You made a plan for a reason, you set your goals for a reason. You got overwhelmed, you got anxious and in doing so, let your emotions ruin everything.

“DON’T YOU GET IT!? I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

You sat down at a table, gripping your arms and staring at your lone box of tea like it held all the answers. You wanted to fix this, wanted to make things right. You wanted the pain to stop so you could just go back to normal. But how do you fix something with someone who didn’t want it to be fixed? How do you make everything right when you can’t even figure out how everything went wrong? Everything was in a fog now, you were poking holes and switching ideas around where before it had been as solid as stone.

You heard movement behind you, causing your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. Shit, maybe it was a teacher coming to tell you to get to bed. Maybe it was one of your other classmates who couldn’t sleep either and-

Bakugou froze the moment his eyes fell on your face. It was obvious he didn’t expect you down here, just like you didn’t expect him to be there. Maybe one day, the universe would come to a screeching halt the moment you two collided. Everything would actually physically explode like it always felt like it was going to. But it didn’t seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. You got cotton mouth, trying to piece words back together to form thoughts. Talking was out of the question. For the both of you, it seemed, since he quickly snapped his mouth shut and moved to turn back around.

No...no, not again.

“Bakugou, wait.” You stood up, too quickly. You let out a choked yelp, reaching and hugging your diaphragm. Too quick, too quick...

“God damn it.” He hissed your name, walking over to you. He urged you to sit back down. “Sit before you almost kill yourself...again.”

You winced, taking deep steady breaths. Recovery Girl had taught you what to do if this happened, though it always seemed like a kick to the gut everytime you stood up too quickly or turned in the wrong way. You closed your eyes and rested your face in your hand, bracing your arm against the table. Shit...shit...

“Honey. Yes or no.”

“Huh?” You peered out through your fingers, watching as Bakugou shifted through the cabinets looking for mugs. He...he was making you tea? Why? God, he wasn’t making any sense. First, he’s trying to walk away and now, he’s trying to make you a drink. At this rate, you were going to get whiplash on his moods alone. You sat silent for a second, eying him through narrowed eyes....but finally sighed. “Yeah, please.” If he was offering, who were you to turn him down?

If he was half as good at making tea as he was cooking in general, then hell, you were going to be one happy girl. It’s silent as he works, shutting off the kettle just as it starts to boil. You watch as he moves around the kitchen like it was his second home. What a strange hobby for someone like him to have. Cooking. It took discipline, control, and passion. Three things he wasn’t lacking in that was for sure. A splash of milk later, and he sits down across from you and offers you the cup...without one of his own.

“Where’s yours?”

“Decided I didn’t want one.” He growled, throwing his arm over the back of his chair. Just like he did in class. “You’re welcome.”

His sarcasm was like nails on a chalkboard. Did he always have to be such an asshole? In a way...it was kind of endearing. In his own way, the brash attitude was starting to grow on you. You were starting to find that it didn’t really bother you as much as it had in the past. Before the argument, before the villians, before the camp...you found yourself watching him. You watched as he pushed himself farther than you thought possible. You watched as he pushed everyone away...even you.

Now...now he couldn’t even look at you. He was staring at his legs, focused intensely on the black joggers he had been wearing. You would kill for just one second in his head - maybe then you could understand what to say to make up for everything you had done. For everything that had gone wrong. You knew why you were so desperate to patch everything up between you two. You knew why you had been so desperate to just push this to the side. To push Bakugou and his feelings to the side.

It was guilt. It was the guilt eating away at you in the park, at the camp, in your room, and it was guilt eating away at you now. You knew that no matter what, you would find a way to screw everything up. And in trying to not do so...that was exactly what you did. Only this time, you didn’t just hurt yourself. You looked up at him from over the ridge of your mug. You looked over his face and thought that maybe the reason he was being so nice now was...he felt guilty too. It was persumtuous, sure, but...

You didn’t want a relationship with Bakugou because you knew that somehow, you would fuck it all up. And yet you still found a way.

“I’m sorry.”

You said it before you even realized you were thinking it. But it needed to be out there. It needed saying, you supposed. “I’m sorry that I almost got you killed. I’m sorry that I’m screwing all of this up.”

With the silence lifted, Bakugou had no other choice but to look at you. He opened his mouth a few times, though after a minute, shut it tight. A roll of the eyes would be typical, though all he did was stare. He should have screamed at you, but all he did was sit up. He should have confirmed what he said just a week ago, repeated the words that had been eating you alive inside. You braced yourself for it. Waited for him to push you away again.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” He whispered. “Out of all those losers, I’m...I was glad you were there.”

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holyytaehyung · 6 years

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NCT Dream Reacting to a cute & younger s/o

Requested x Thanks for the ask!

Mark Mark honestly finds you adorable, but I dont think that he would straight up baby you. You are a few years younger than him, but you are mature (most of the time) and he respects you for that. When he sees you acting cute- to get your own way, hed crumble, doing whatever it is that you so desperately wanted him to do. Hed pout, grumbling about how he was too easy to sway. You really, really felt like ice cream, but the icecream van was about to drive off, he quickly sprinted after it, laughing when it stopped so he could buy two ice creams, “this is your fault.” he said out of breath, as he jogged back over with two icecreams in hand. “why are you so cute” “its quite unfair, you know” hed mumble before kissing your temple, making your cheeks flare with a rose colour. “but i love it”

Renjun He lowkey loves the fact that he is older than you, and that he can baby you. I can see him being kind of clingy in private, and i think he really likes cute things; Whats all of those things in one? you. He wouldn’t be too bossy, but i think hed notice small things and look out for you, feeling as though he wants to protect you. It was late so you both decided to go home from the park you were at, “Baby its cold, where is your jacket?” “i left it at the park..” “aigoo, really?” “yea..” Hed take his jacket off and wrap it around you, holding your hand again after. Wouldnt make eye contact with you because he is blushing .

Jeno Jeno loves that youre younger than him, he teases you about it because he has somewhat authority over you. He also finds it adorable that youre shorter than him too. Rather than baby you, i feel as though he would moreso do little things to help you/ keep you safe, like if he knows horror movies would keep you up at night- hed persuade his hyungs to change their movie choice if you were over (and all of you wanted to watch a movie) or he would love to try and feed you, calling you his ‘baby’ and his ‘angel’ “here~ open wide baby” “i can feed myself..” you said with pink cheeks. “just let me feed you, it makes me happy seeing you eat.” “let me do it myself~” youd whine, making him chuckle at the cuteness. “since you asked so nicely. no . now open wide” “fine...”

Haechan Aside from Jaemin, i think Donghyuk would baby you the most. Most people would think he is just sassy- or hed tease you, but ive noticed just how clingy and soft this boy actually is, so i think around you especially, hed baby you, cling to you and just have constant heart eyes. Ofcourse hed make a few jokes about your height and age, compared to him, but hed reassure you that he loves you for it, and for being you. If you acted cute, hed melt, but also probably make it into a mini competition to see who could make the other smile first. “please~” youd whine, looking at the claw machine, there was a very cute kitten plush toy that you immediately loved. “but baby i wanna play the racing game~” hed whine back, he knew where this was going. you pouted, looking down at your hands before looking up at him. “i really love it, but i love you more, lets go do racing” His heart would flutter and hed stutter something about there being a line for the racing game and hes sure that he could win this quickly before you both went. He is whipped for you

Jaemin Clingy. yes he will baby you. this is FACT. This boy LOVES that you are younger, he finds you super adorable and has you set as his “little angel” in his contacts with approximately 7000000000+ heart emojis next to it. He always carries you places, loves holding your hand, and loves being dramatic. If there is a puddle, this little shit will take off his jacket, place it over the puddle, just so you can walk over it. He would constantly make you embarrassed in public, say you both had to catch a train, he had to ask the staff which would take you both to a certain place, He asked you to sit on the bench, and when he found out, hed yell “Y/N MY BABY, MY ADORABLE GIRLFRIEND, ITS THIS TRAIN”

Does it because he knows youll blush and get flustered, loves how you look so cute. if you EVER do aegyo for him, he would gift you the world, immediately becoming putty in your hands.

Chenle I think since Chenle is young also, he wouldnt baby you very much, since he is used to getting treated like that himself. He would definitely like the fact that you were younger though, loving the change of being able to have the upper hand. He would also tease you for being shorter, but hed always help you if you needed to reach something, never failing to act as though its a bother, he loves looking after you, just secretly. “you cant reach it again?” “you need my help? ofcourse you do~” hed have a smug look on his face. “you should really think about growing sometime soon..” But if you felt guilty about asking for help, and next time used a chair to try and climb up, hed get very scared that you could hurt yourself and immediately reassure you that he doesnt mind, he was only kidding. “okay” you said, looking down

Jisung

Again, another member that i dont think would obviously baby you, because theyre young. Since he is the maknae, he is used to getting treated like that, not the other way around. But i also feel as though he would be hyper aware of everything you do, he would be extremely protective and possessive, always holding your hand, or helping you do things, When you do aegyo, he doesnt show a reaction, but trust me he is trying very hard to stay neutral, especially if he is with the members, trying to avoid getting teased. He is also another member that would like being older, as he likes some authority. “isnt this cute?” youd say, in a sing-song voice, smiling and holding up a plushie. Yes . it was very cute. but his hyungs were also right there. “sure” hed say, smiling softly. Youd pout at the lack of reaction, and the pout is what gets him, hed pinch your cheek. “dont pout. sure, the plushie is cute, but you are cuter.” hed whisper, so they couldnt hear. END sorry for the long break! i have lots of exam preparations~ Thankyou for requesting and reading!~ -admin rose

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toonstarterz · 7 years

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #123

Just when you thought we had too many characters in Tomoko’s new class, Nico Tanigawa goes ahead and adds another person to 3-5...at least for one day. Ever since that chapter when Tomoki first ran into his sister’s circle of friends, I was wondering if we would ever expand on that to the point where Tomoki might officially meet them (exchange introductions and whatnot). Suffice to say, that kind of development seems very possible after a chapter like this.

Chapter 123: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Invite My Brother to 3-5

As I recall, this isn’t the first time Tomoki has forgotten his lunch (refer to chapter 83). I suppose that for being a responsible soccer star, the mangaka wanted to give Tomoki more plausible flaws (besides being a perpetual scowler). I think something like being forgetful works here, because not only does it make Tomoki more relatable, it also highlights Tomoko’s more concerned, “older sister” side. It’s easy to forget that for all her shit-talking, Tomoko does look out for him.

I wonder, did Tomoki really refer to her as a “chick”? It’s a minor grievance, but the difference does say quite a bit about Tomoki’s character. The term “chick” connotes a sense of misogyny for some people, but that doesn’t seem to be Tomoki at all, especially since in previous chapters he’d use words like “girl” instead. Hmm...

Honestly, as heartwarming as Yoshida’s smile is, I’d be lying if I said it kind of freaked me out a bit. I can’t recall any other time that Yoshida had a smile as big and as genuine as this, that for a second, I thought it might’ve been a different character. Perhaps it’s fact that a smile like this isn’t going to last very long, especially for someone who switches gears at the drop of a hat like Yoshida.

Funny enough, I love how Yoshida’s emotional state doesn’t really change the way she talks. In this case, she still has the nerve to call Tomoki a punk, which she’d probably still do if she were in a more sour mood. Basically, all of her dialogue here could be copy-and-pasted if Yoshida were feeling more confrontational.

I’ve been seeing people accuse Tomoki as being just as judgmental and rude as Tomoko is, but I don’t think that’s really being fair to the guy. We’ve all had moments where we would quietly make unfair judgments on people we just met, but most people have the decency to not be vocal about it until proven wrong or right. It’s different from Tomoko, whose filter seems to fluctuate between on and off at the worst times. Tomoki is only human, after all.

So there’s going to be another field trip arc in the future, huh? Now I’m REALLY excited. I wonder what we can expect from it, given that the first field arc was Tomoko’s first major turning point. Will there be a big fight between Tomoko’s friends (Yuri vs Minami), or perhaps Ucchi will confess to Tomoko on the ferris wheel (not happening)? I’m sure Yoshida will have a huge role, though. Maybe she’ll have her dreams shattered and Tomoko will try to comfort her and fail spectacularly.

If you thought being in a different class could stop Ucchi...

...you were so, so wrong.

Ucchi being a stalker is nothing new at this point, but there are a few things pull apart from this seemingly simple gag. For one, it’s not just Ucchi’s action that makes for a laugh–it’s her demeanor, too. She goes into the classroom with a smile, and comes out with a smile. Obviously, the latter is her trying to keep face in front of her friends, but there isn’t a twinge of hesitation in her actions. She must really be going for her.

But the other, somewhat more depressing part of this joke is how Ucchi’s friends apparently didn’t even notice she was gone for three seconds in another room. We’ve had hints before that Ucchi was the outsider amongst her circle of friends, but did you notice how Ucchi effortlessly re-inserted herself into the conversation? It suggests that Ucchi’s done this several times before, and she’s gotten used to being excluded. Poor Emoji-girl just wants to be noticed.

It’s not everyday that Nico Tanigawa gives us little tidbits to remind us that Tomoko is a girl, with all the issues that come along with it (for those who don’t know, women’s bathrooms often have long lines because they aren’t designed to fit the cumbersome routines women go through just to relieve themselves). Any time Tomoko’s gender is directly brought up, it’s usually in a sexual context, but this here is just an everyday issue about being a girl. I wonder if the artist had any input on this...

So I’m guessing that’s Emoji-girl 2.0′s shtick is that she’ll be doing all of these really impressive feats in the background, yet we won’t learn a single thing about her personality-wise. A gag character at its finest.

Cute.

It was only a matter of time before these two met each other.

Yuri sure has come a long way in regards to how she treats Tomoko. I doubt that if this was right after the field trip arc, she wouldn’t have bothered to confront someone rifling through Tomoko’s locker. Maybe she’d tell Tomoko later, since that’d be the passive choice, but that’s definitely not the case now. Ever since Yuri admitted that Tomoko is her friend, she’s noticeably been more considerate of her.

And pray tell, Yuri, what did you expect Tomoko’s brother to be like? We’re you expecting someone just as crass, weird, and idiotic like the sister? That’d be a reasonable assumption if all you’re going on is Tomoko herself. But speaking as someone with a sister who is very much different from myself, siblings being polar opposites are a lot more common than you might think, Yuri.

Wonder why Tomoko is particularly happy about her brother stopping by? I’d assume that she thinks her relationship with the popular Tomoki would make her look more popular by comparison, but popularity hasn’t been a goal of Tomoko’s as of late. Maybe she just wanted to freak out Komiyama...

Oh snap, she’s doing the sleeve grab! This is such a shoujo manga move, complete with the highlight and everything, that you cannot tell me that the mangaka doesn’t know the implications here.

I think this the first time we’ve seen Yuri act without fully thinking things out first, and it’s kind of amazing that someone like Tomoko is actually encouraging her to be a little more bold, though not to a degree Yuri can handle yet. We’ve already seen just how far Yuri is stepping out of her comfort zone to maintain her friendships, but I suppose forcing a conversation is not quite her speed yet. Baby steps, Yuri.

I guess now is as good a time as any to address the elephant in the room that is the YurixTomoki ship. Do I think it could work? In all honestly, I think it could. We really don’t know anything about Tomoki’s taste in girls, if he has any. But if the less than pleasant reactions he’s had to Tomoko, Komiyama, and Yoshida are anything to go by, he probably wouldn’t want someone vulgar, creepy, or challenging respectively. Likewise, we don’t know anything about Yuri’s taste in guys, if one exists. But I think it’s a safe bet that she wouldn’t want to deal with someone aggressively outgoing. That being the case, my only argument for them is that Tomoki and Yuri would likely be a very easygoing relationship if the ship were to start sailing.

Comedy-wise, I think the possibilities for Komiyama and Akari’s despair, and Tomoko being the awkward third wheel are endless.

It’s always funny to see how easily Komiyama can go from being the sensible one to being the dunderhead when the circumstances are just right. Most of the time, she’s the straight woman to Tomoko’s idiocy, but whenever baseball or especially Tomoki are concerned, she ends up being more of a fool than Tomoko. I’m not even annoyed that she insulted the best girl, since it’s obvious Komiyama is just thinking on impulse, and her words are only that of a jealous lust-filled admirer who needs to deny the possibility that Tomoki could be interested in any other girl besides her. You can be such a lovable bitch at times, Komiyama.

Komiyama sure is channeling her inner Tomoko, isn’t she?

I see the writers took the time to capture Yuri letting go of Tomoki’s sleeve. We have no clue whether Yuri knows what’s going on between Komiyama and Tomoki, despite Komiyama being an open book. It’s probably just a throwaway action, but I’d like to think that Yuri is aware of how it must look for a girl to cling onto another guy, and wanted to avoid looking like she had a relationship with Tomoki lest Komiyama get the wrong idea.

And yes, Tomoko’s friends truly are “the crazies” now, huh? To think that group used to be a population of one, aka. Tomoko.

One thing that’s been on my mind is what Tomoki actually thinks about Komiyama? We already know he views her as some kind of “pure pervert”, but it’s still up in the air whether he finds her truly repulsive or not. He likely has some inkling that Komiyama has a crush on him (he ain’t no oblivious MC), but probably doesn’t intend to reciprocate those feelings any time soon. At this point, he’s probably deliberately avoiding her just to keep from being sexually harassed again. But now that he’s been confronted, he’s got to throw her a boner.

Good gracious, this woman needs help.

I’m noticing some confusion at this line, and while I myself can’t adequately explain the inner workings of the female body, I think the important thing to understand is what this reaction means about Komiyama.

Whether or not Komiyama’s period actually happened is not what matters here. The overall impression is that Komiyama had such an immense reaction to Tomoki that it literally sent her sex drive on overload. One interpretation is that her hormones raged so bad that it jump-started her period. But what I personally think happened is that Komiyama had a “climax” and is using a period as a coverup. Either way, Komiyama truly is the most depraved girl in this manga.

The only girl that could outdo Yuri in the tsukommi department.

Now I’m curious as to how Komiyama and Itou met. Even better, how exactly did Itou see past all of Komiyama’s grossness to eventually become her friend? I’d imagine that the circumstances mirror Tomoko and Yuri’s relationship in some way.

And this is why relativity matters, folks. Even for us readers, Tomoko at the start of the series always seemed to be the abnormal one, but that was only because for a while, she was the only character we really got to see, which made everyone else look hyper-normal in comparison. So yes, Tomoki, your older sister actually is pretty normal...relatively speaking.

You know, I was worried that Tomoki, being the sole recurring male of this manga, would get sidelined in favor of all the new female characters. But thankfully, that doesn’t appear to be the case. Tomoki’s role in this story was initially that of an observer, a audience surrogate who could join us in reacting to Tomoko’s antics. But even that couldn’t last, so I guess the mangaka has been trying to find some way to characterize him even further. For now, it seems that Tomoki may soon find himself being more involved in Tomoko’s social circle. Just don’t steal your sister’s harem now.

So what do you suppose Tomoki’s role we be from this point on? Will he be characterized beyond having a desirable dick? Will a hidden dorky side bubble up to the surface? Or will his heart grow three sizes someday? But even if he stays in the background, I’ll always have certain fondness for the guy. Why?

Cuz he has not once, ever raised the siscon flag.

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