#anyways going to pick atleast 2 for the next year

[metamatar]

things i have been avoiding but have wanted to do for several years

photographing birds (i resist expensive hobbies instinctively)

painting digitally with layers instead of blending

reading "trans lit" (lol and lmao even)

actually learning rust, the programming language

improving punjabi vocabulary and gurmukhi

number theory

(re)learning the piano and music theory

#anyways going to pick atleast 2 for the next year #i can read non fiction im partly thru julles gilles peterson i just have issues

[evie-sturns]

𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

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10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

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"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

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[nayaaatv]

mingyu bf hcs !

# : fluff, slight crack :-)

warnings ! : none (?)

wc : 0.8k (um hehe)

a/n : i love him so much oh my god

req by anon 1 and 2 ^_^

i have a feeling he has a habit of calling you his wife/husband. like he probably has your contact as "yn💍♡" or something. like even though there could be many years to come until then he likes to think of you as his beloved. he gets so blushy and giggly when you call him hubby. he gets so clingy and cuddly. he 100% wants to grow old with you ♡

movie nights with him would probably just like 20% movie and 80% cuddling. his eyes are literally stuck on you, he only looks at the screen when you tell him to. he loves it when he hears you laugh at something that happened and like your too busy laughing to explain what happened. he's so much softer during movie nights, or cuddling in general. he barely focuses on the movie and just like plays with your hair or traces shapes on your wrist. as soon as the movie ends he's gonna shower you with a bunch of kisses. "finally! can you kiss your boyfriend now?"

he feels obligated to experience everything with you, but like, literally. if you tripped and fell in public he would purposely slip aswell. he doesn't want you to go through anything alone (unless you want to do things by yourself ofcourse). he tries his best to keep you company. if you dropped your food he will hand feed you the rest of his. if you looked like you were having a hard time studying or doing anything he would always (try) to help you in any way he can! he wants you to know that he'll always be right by your side, and he's more than glad that you do the same :)

kisses with him are probably so amazing. like even the small kisses make you feel bubbly inside, same for him. imagine running and crashing your lips onto his at the airport after he went on tour or on a vacation with the guys. kisses with gyu are so intimate no matter how long the kiss is. like he has a big habit of smiling into the kiss. he loves your lips so much, your sweet sweet lips. everytime you kiss him he feels so so so loved. ever since your first kiss with him, he cannot live without your lips.

so so so in love when you take care of him when he's sick or has a high fever. he gets all mushy inside. he literally lets ONLY YOU take care of him. you always have to assure him its not his fault when you get sick too, but he gets so guilty afterwards, but he's also a bit happy. not because he's happy you're sick too, he's happy because you were willing to take care of him even though you could possibly get sick too. its always a 7/10 chance that your mom or his mom end up taking care of the both of you anyway. you're both glad though. atleast you're both going through the endless coughing together, right? he says the sore throats feel less sore with you (LMAOO).

he probably has a plushie of you. like he was legitimately just scrolling on instagram one day and he came across a page that sold custom handmade plushies, and right before he knew it he had a mini you next to his bed. he found it so cute that he literally forgot to tell you about it. he brings it everywhere when he's not with you, and definitely kisses it every night before he goes to bed without you, you don't need to know that though. + he has a bunch of photos and selfies with it hehe

i feel like I've said this 100 times but he loves it when you dress him up. like imagine having a beach day with gyu and the boys and you guys have like matching swimwear that you picked out. oh my god its like too cute.

im pretty sure we are all aware that he gets jealous easily, there's like a 50% chance he'll get protective jealous and the other 50% is sulky jealous (if that made sense at all). like he'd either be like "how about me? im your boyfriend, i want to do that too!" and a bunch of other things but when he's sulky jealous he gets all clingy and pouty. he's like holding onto your arm while frowning because he saw you tutoring a guy at the local library or he saw you texting your guy co-worker about something while sitting next to him. you'd have to repeatedly assure him he's the only one you'll love and kiss, and then he's a happy puppy again!

matching bracelets 100%. he has a dog charm and you have a cat charm. you remember finding it at a fair and it reminded you of him immediately, and so, he's been wearing it ever since you put it on him, will never take it off unless someone manages to get his stubborn bum to remove it for his work. he's glad you don't take off yours either, he loves you so much lmaooo.

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[littlefanficprincess]

I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

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How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

[phone]

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Christmas Sniffles: Chapter 4

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 gets sick.

Peter 2 made sure his youngest brother was quickly dried and changed into new pajamas after his time outside. "Did you have fun atleast?"

Peter 1 begrudgingly let his older brother help him put a new shirt on. His dizeness had picked back up and made it hard for him to do it himself. However, he was still enthusiastic about his time outside. "It was fun. I love being outside when it snows."

"I noticed." Two sat next to his younger brother. "Do you like Harry?"

One's head popped through the shirt. "He's nice. I like him a lot."

Two's shoulders relaxed. "That's good."

One's hands popped through the sleeves before disappearing back under the excess fabric. "Is Otto okay?"

"Hehes doing great. His lab is running smoothly and it looks like he might have some funding for a new project next year."

Peter fiddled with his favorite sweatshirt. "Will he stop by for Christmas?"

Peter 2 gently took the sweatshirt and pulled it over his youngest's brother's head. "Actually, he's stopping by tomorrow. He's gonna watch you while MJ and I go Christmas caroling."

The youngest frowned when his head popped tgrough. "I can take care of myself."

"Never said you couldn't." Two helped to guide One's arms through the sleeves. "But if this fever spikes, it's nice to have someone around to monitor it."

Peter 1 rubbed one of his eyes as the sweatshirt was pulled into place.

"Hey, we've got time before Three gets here to help decorate. Why don't you get some rest?"

A hand grabbed Two's arm. "Can . . . can I sleep downstairs?"

"That's fine, we can watch a Christmas movie together before you do."

The youngest avoided his brother's eyes.

"Hey." Two caught One's eyes. "Everything okay?"

One fiddled with the sleeves. "Am I annoying you?"

"Course not." Two rubbed the youngest's arms. "Not any more than a younger brother should anyway. Any reason you ask?"

Peter 1 looked away again. "Because I'm clingy."

"Nothing wrong with that." Two pulled the youngest into his lap. "I think it's adorable."

". . . So it doesn't bother you?"

Two rubbed his younger brother's back. "No, of course not. I always love taking care of you and Three. It's one of my favorite things."

Peter 1 gripped Two's shirt. "I'm . . . I'm not a burden?"

"Who told you you were a burden?"

One refused to meet Two's eyes.

"Pete." Peter 2 gently lifted the youngest's face so he could look him in the eye. "Please tell me what's going on."

In response, he got the smallest sniffle.

"Oh Bug." Peter 2 tightened his hug.

"I . . . I had a n-nightmare . . . You---you kicked me out, cause I was sick."

"What?"

"You said I was a burden to others . . . because I couldn't---couldn't take care of myself."

"You're not a burden to anyone Snuggle Bug." Two tucked the youngest's head under his chin. "And you're so precious to me."

The youngest turned his face into Peter 2's chest. "Promise?"

"I promise." Two slid May Bear into One's arm. "And l'll tell you everyday if I have to."

Peter 1 gave a small smile.

"Come on." The oldest wiggled a finger under One's chin. "You can smile bigger than that."

One squirmed. "Hehey!"

"Hmm . . . Yohou sure yohoure not a baby?" Two's finger moved to One's neck. "Yohou're awfully cute lihike one."

The youngest squeaked before turtling into his shoulders. However, the cute moment was interrupted by One's harsh cough.

Two rubbed his back to soothe the coughs. Once the coughs subsided, the oldest helped his youngest brother to his feet. "Come on Bug. Let's go downstairs."

One quietly followed his brother downstairs. As he settled into the couch, Peter 2 rewound the Grinch movie his brother hadn't finished. "Let's finish this one."

After the movie was restarted, Peter 2 found One's Stegasorus and heated the pad inside. Now between the warmth of the pad and the quiet sounds of the movie, One was sound asleep on the couch.

Peter 2 slipped out of his hold and tucked the blanket around his shoulders. "Sleep tight Bug."

While he slept, he oldest Peter used the opportunity to take out the Christmas decorations they would use later that night and helped his wife finish up the cookies.

"What's that?" Two cautiously peered into the pot boiling on the stove.

"Pumpkin soup," MJ replied as she pulled another tray of cookies from the oven. "Give it a stir please."

Two complied. "I'm guessing this is for Peter 1?"

"And for us too." MJ turned to finish frosting a cooled batch of cookies. "I figured it would be better than regular chicken noodle."

Peter 2 set the spoon aside and left it to boil a little longer. "Want me to box up the finished cookies?"

"Please do. Normally we would have these done by now."

"Well we've had a few additions to our schedule this year."

MJ smiled. "And I wouldn't change it for the world."

"Just wish we could let him see that."

MJ paused her movements. "Did something happen with Pete?"

" . . . He thinks---hes being a burden."

The smaller woman's shoulders fell. "Poor sweetie."

Peter 2 was quiet.

"Peter. Is everything okay?"

". . . He had a nightmare that . . . that I told him he was---because he couldn't take care of himself."

"Oh sweetheart." MJ set aside her cookies and wrapped her husband in a hug from behind. "You know you didn't do anything right? It was a stupid nightmare. It wasn't real."

"I know . . . But why?"

"Because he thinks just like you do when you're sick."

"What?"

"You Spidermen have a complex. You take care of everyone else, but can't let anyone else take care of you."

The oldest chuckled bashfully. "Ihi guess youho're right."

MJ rested her cheek on her husband's back. "We'll just have to show him the same way I show you when you're sick."

Two smiled. "Ihi guhuess that'll do ihit."

"And I know so. You forget, I'm an expert in taking care of stubborn Spidermen."

The oldest Peter laughed and turned to wrap his wife in a hug. "Ihi knohow. Ihi give you a lohot of trouble dohon't I?"

"Not anymore than aha husband should." MJ gave her Peter a kiss.

"Good." Two returned the kiss.

"Could you two lovebirds get any sappier?" A voice teased.

Both Parkers turned to see Peter 3 leaning against the entryway of the kitchen.

A blond head peeked around beside him. "I tried to stop him."

Peter 2 stepped toward the couple. "It's okay Gwen." The oldest's hand squeezed his brother's side. "I'll just remember that later."

Three squeaked and playfully shoved his older brother.

"Ahalright you two," MJ teased as she stepped forward. She gave Gwen a hug. "It's so good to see you both."

"Glad to see you too." Gwen pulled away to playfully glare at Three. "Please forgive my boyfriend."

The middle Peter placed a hand on his chest. "Me? What did Ihi doho?"

Both women exchanged a look before MJ stepped forward. "It's good to see you too Troublemaker."

Peter 3 wrapped MJ in a hug. "Give me some credit."

Meanwhile, Peter 2 gave Gwen a quick side hug. "How's Osborne industries?"

"Busy." Gwen returned the hug. "But it looks like we're finally settled for the Christmas season. How's little Pete?"

"His fever's gone down. Not gone, but definitely lower."

Peter 3 peered out into the living room. "Has he been asleep for long?"

"It's been a few hours. Thought he would be awake by now." Peter 2 slipped past the rest of the group to check on the youngest.

Peter 1 was still soundly sleeping in the same curled up position as last time.

The others were not far behind him.

"He was like that when we got here," Three whispered.

"Sleeping is the best for him right now," MJ added. "Why don't we let him sleep a little longer while we get started on the decorations?"

"Want some help finishing the cookies first?" Gwen offered.

The two ladies stepped back into the kitchen, leaving the older two to mind their brother.

Peter 2 moved around to the front of the couch.

"I think she's right Pete. We should let him sleep."

Two knelt in front of the couch and placed a hand on the youngest's forehead. "I know Three, I'm just checking his temperature."

Peter 3 peered over the back of the couch. "How does feel?"

"Still pretty warm." Two held up the thermometer to One's temple to check his temp. "100. 5. Much better than it was."

Three adjusted the blanket around One's shoulders. "The sleep is probably helping."

MJ popped back into the living room. "If you two want to stay out there, will you please leave him alone and get started on the tree?"

"Sorry," Peter 2 whispered and stood.

The youngest stirred a little. "Two?"

The oldest quickly ran his fingers through Peter 1's hair. "Shhh, you're okay. Go back to sleep."

The youngest immediately fell back into a deep sleep.

Two looked up to catch a half-hearted glare from his wife. In response, Two held up his hands in defeat. "I promise, I won't bother him again."

MJ turned her glare to Peter 3.

Three held up a hand "I won't either."

The smaller woman held up her finger. "I'm warning you both." And with that MJ turned and headed back into the kitchen to finish the cookies.

Two smiled as she watched her go. "Shehe's so cute when she gehets angry."

In response, Peter 3 opened his mouth and stuck his finger in to mimic gagging. This earned him a playful shove before the two got started on the Christmas tree.

#whumpee peter 1 #caretaker peter 2 #mj #peter 3 #gwen stacey #sam raimi #tasm

[inbetween-beast-and-man]

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ENTRY#1008361

In which an expedition into the Seattle Underground City doesnt go as well as planned.

VZCZCXRO6637 RR RUEHAG RUEHAO RUEHAP RUEHAT RUEHBC RUEHBI RUEHBL RUEHBW RUEHBZ RUEHCD RUEHCHI RUEHCI RUEHCN RUEHDA RUEHDE RUEHDF RUEHDT RUEHDU RUEHED #2628/04 1379630 ZNR UUUUU ZZH R 162022Z NOV 19 FM SECSTATE WASHDC TO ALL DIPLOMATIC AND CONSULAR POSTS COLLECTIVE TO CPTN AND ALL WORKING BODIES OF RUEHTRO/FIRSTLIGHT ARCHIVE TRIPOLI 0478 BT UNCLAS SECTION 01 OF 02 STATE XXXXXX E.O. 12958: N/A TAGS: ETRD, EAGR, EAID, ECON, TBIO, , , SUBJECT: RECORD #00061 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP #27

[Sounds of the underground city] [ALL WHISPERING]

E1-1: I cant see shit in here. fuck. E1-3: They need to give us better shit if they wanna throw us into the fucking slums like this E1-1: shut up. you know we dont have the budget to keep replacing shit. after last weeks water accident its going to take some time. E1-2: thats what they want you think anyways. E1-1: complaining bout it makes no difference. Were on a mission here. not to be little bitches come on now. E1-2: whatever big boss. where we goin? E1-1: deeper in I fear. And I fear they know were coming so shut the fuck up and keep ur weapons up. the rats work for the blanks E1-3: But the birds, thank god. work for the government. E1-1 & E1-2: Amen. RERCORD #00072 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP#27 [GUNSHOTS]

E1-2: WHERE THE FUCK IS GULL!? SUBJECT #3: Dont worry you'll join him soo- [GUNSHOT] [THUD] SUBJECT #2: MIR!? YOU MONSTER! E1-1: rich coming from a blank. where the FUCK did you fucks take Gull!? Cardinal get the fuck up soldier and get your fucking weapon. [SCREECHING SOUND] [KICKING NOISE] E1-2: He attacked me from behind magpie. E1-1: you should know better where the hell did your training go. and thats sir for you. Tie this one up. I will look for Gull. E1-2: yes sir.

RERCORD #00079 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY

SUBJECT #1: I did not appreciate what you did to Mir. you know how many years I already poured into that idiot. But Im glad you seem so willing to replace him. maybe youll even do better atleast you seem capable. E1-1: Thank you but no fucking thanks. how about you let me go and I will blow up your fucking brain. SUBJECT #1: He was a friend. just like Sticks was and what did you do with her huh? my fucking broodmate. my SISTER. and you dare speak like that at me when your life is at MY mercy. no fucking regret? Dont you ever stop to wonder what its like for US?! We did not choose this. unlike you. E1-1: do you really wanna want to fucking talk philosophy right now with your claws inside my fucking abdomen? SUBJECT #1: I have forever. and having you suffer a little before your real punishment begins seems only fair to what the fuck you did. E1-1: Well of course. let me entertain you by [SPITTING SOUND] SUBJECT #1: You hunters are so fucking disgusting. [GUNSHOT] E1-2: I keep telling him that too but he's terrible bout baths. really suprised he was gonna decline living in the underground with you lot. SUBJECT #1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE SOUNDS] [YELLING AND GUNSHOTS]

RERCORD #00093 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP#27

E1-2: hey hey Mags come on. stay here with me alright. E1-1: didnt think ud come back in time bud E1-2: As if Id let the licks have you. we wouldnt stand a chance if youd be their puppet. E1-1: been there done that. I wouldnt be nothing special. [...] E1-1: Hey cardinal? E1-2: Yeah? E1-1: Next time. if its between me and your own safety. pick your own safety. E1-2: With all due respect magpie, thats never happening. now come on. we're almost out. we caught Sticks we did good. therell be medics waiting and Im gonna make sure you'll have that sweet fucking nurse. bet the others will be jealous as fuck. E1-1: and Gull?... E1-2: lets get you out of here first okay.

#qna #Anonymous #finlays records #Magpie #SeaGull #Cardinal #long post

[thoughtsfornobody]

1/31/2023

The first month of 2023 is over. It went by quick. Life has been really good, though slow, considering the winter. I miss walking around outside and sitting on the benches at the beach. I miss walking around late at night and seeing bunnies and foxes. I miss grabbing a mid-day coffee and sitting on the stoop by old town hall. I guess you have to say goodbye to those things so you can enjoy them more when they come back. I do like things about the winter- I like big socks, and sweaters. I like keeping to myself and my home for a while. I like the shiny new opportunity of a new year, though it seems most people are always bitter about resolutions now.  My resolutions are going good- I have lost about five pounds this month, give or take a couple ounces. Birth control made me gain 8 pounds, so I am glad it’s coming off. I have been doing the spin bike and eating 1400 calories a day. I started with 1200, but was getting too lightheaded in addition to workouts. If I want to exercise daily, I need to do atleast 1400. It feels a lot better. I try to imagine myself in 2 years, at 30. Not old, but more mature. More established. My hair will be long, and if I keep it up, my body will stay healthy. Maybe it’s vain, but I want to look good as I get older. I fear becoming one of the many that stop trying, that let themselves go, that start taking medications for things they could have prevented, that look at themselves and wish they would have started working out and eating better 10 years earlier. I know that sounds superior, or high and mighty, but I don’t want to get to that point when I’m older, I want to start now. It’s very difficult to not let this dip back into eating disorder territory.  In other news, Z has been very busy, balancing basically three jobs. Not because he needs the money, but because he’s trying to switch his career path ultimately, so he has hit foot in a couple different doors. I have faith in him, more and more everyday. I trust that he knows what he’s doing, even if I don’t always understand it. Sometimes my anxiety pops back up- another thing I have worked on is my drinking. I only drank twice this month, but each time seems to bring up feelings. I worry that he will choose a path that doesn’t involve me. I worry that he will find something better elsewhere. I worry that when he goes to Japan, he will see a light that he has never seen here, with me. I worry he will come back to me, and be disappointed with the life he chose. It’s overthinking, though. I can always shut it off, but when I am drinking, the fearful voice inside wins. We argue and I trip over whatever I was upset about in the first place. Drinking doesn’t fit into my health goals anyway, so that has helped me in cutting back.  I know my fears come from the things people have done to me in the past. It has been a pattern, and the pattern is being broken. You sometimes have to see it to believe it. I tell myself that hey, even if in some universe, Z did decide he wanted to leave.. That is just the way it would go. What would I do? I would pick up my pieces like I always do, and move on to the next path. I don’t like to think about it, but I know I would be ok. I have handled a million terrible things. I can handle anything. It sometimes frightens me how much I trust him. I wonder if I am naive, or I have been tricked into comfort, like so many tricked me before. I guess that is part of loving somebody, is being vulnerable to what terrible things could happen. You can’t know until it’s too late. I sometimes think about us being married. I think it’s a natural progression, we’ve joked and talked about it. Sometimes people ask if I am his wife, and we laugh. I am not in a hurry.. but I do hope the time comes someday, if it’s meant to be. I want a better apartment first. I want to go away and get married in a hidden place, and not tell anybody until after. I want it to just be about us. I don’t want people staring and taking photos and wedding invitations and ugly cakes. I want a pretty dress, and running through a back alley, and holding hands, and laughing and singing, where nobody knows us.  Daydreamy, anyways, talk to you later. x

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa angst #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa oneshot #signedwithane😌

[yukisnowywriting]

I Will Always Be With You, Promise.

Karatachi Kagura x y/n

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genre : angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

warning : suicidal, depression, all that dark stuff

a/n : ayeeeee im back ayeee (no one probably cares but ayeeeee). this is quite OOC cuz my mans got no enough screentime and I just made this to comfort myself with some imaginations so yeah... Enjoy! (i swear theres so little fanfic of kaguraxreader)

I dont know kaguras age so lets just imagine hes 15 (ah... young love)

(btw u could change the chara u imagine if u dont like him or dont know kagura)

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Being a rare child thats more smarter and talented than other people in kirigakure was a very great thing, the adults respect you, the mizukage knows of your well being, and its easier to win some quiz or test while ending up number one. A dream like life, atleast for everyone else. For y/n, the expectation of being number one burdens you too much. Especially for you who was still turning into a teenager.

The burden was too much until when you end up number one again, you stopped feeling happy nor proud. Y/n only wanted to spend atleast her teen years with friends your age and having fun.

ah right... you dont have friends your age (typical y/n, sad that im really like this). You only managed to talk to Kagura, well hes only 2 years older... eventhough you feel like hes avoiding you, maybe he hates you too.

guess you have nobody

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Kagura POV

..."why is she so cute" (simp-)

Getting to introduce myself and to talk with y/n was the best mistake Ive made. Sad that we dont spend time that much. My heart races too much whenever I talk to her, this is bad for my health.

The way she smiles, walks, runs, everything she does makes my heart flutter...

we've know each other for two years, but it feels like theres a barrier between us that she made, always one step closer and two steps back.

i look at her from afar every time i get a chance to, i feel like im obsessed, but just seeing her blink makes me fall in love all over again.

i feel like at this point i know almost all her cute habits, what is she probably doing at the second, and many more. I wonder if I should... get closer to her.

maybe starting next week. i dont have any schedule next week anyways, and neither y/n

end of pov

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one week later

You were just at your normal spot, a high cliff near the ocean, kirigakure sure has a very great view eventhough being called mist village. But today, life was more tougher on the little details than usual with you, and now when you see the ocean, you think 'how peaceful it is, even thy waves move with big heavy strokes, yet always reflected beautiful and peaceful.' and to get to the point, it felt so peaceful, that you felt like.... being in it will have you in peace.

You take on step to the edge, and another, and more follows as your eyes began to be lost of the people youve cared for.

you may have a little crush on that cute yet powerful blonde, and actually tried to convince yourself that the two of you were similar, you came to conclusion that the two of you are not to be compared. Kagura is way better than you, the gods picked him to support. He is just the same as you, a powerful individual, but not like you, he develops himself fastly, even when no one in the village turn to eye him as a person and not of the forth mizukage bloodline, he still grew into a powerful person to protect. How you envy his mind. How you hated that he could do what you cant. How you hated that you hate him so much but each time he sees you he gives you a smile and a compliment that youve always wanted. How he says "your a very exceptional person, not like what they say, your not just a genius, your also a very lovely person". You hate that everything he does makes you want to breathe another day just to see his smile. You hate that the fact that you will break into tears right now and stop the thing your going to right now if he comes up to you.

Just like right now...

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As he took every confidence to stand beside you, he walks to your usual spot with the intention of getting more close to you by striking up a conversation and inviting you to spend the day with him.

But the moment he was there, he panicked as he sees you stepping towards the edge abnormally, it looks clear that you were trying to jump, but the waves today were too much for you to go swimming so he knows that whatever you were gonna do, it wasnt gonna be good. He wants to stop you but once he looks at you eyes from afar, he could sense all of your negativity and a little light that whispers your hope of wanting to dissappear from this world. As he stops and stands a few meters behind you, he ask "are you okay?". he seemingly did not catch your attention but know by how you fasten your steps little by little that you were still willing to jump.

He grabs your hand and spins you around, he bends his body a little to meet your eyes with one arm engulfing you in his embrace. "you had a bad day didnt you? do you want to share it with me?" he pulls away giving little space between you and him, as he gives you a warm gentle smile. you just looked down as tears start to escape your eyes, and little sobs break. he once again embraces you and gently tucks your head in his chest. After a few moments, you start to ramble on about what your feeling;

why does it have to be me? why do people carry me oh so high but when i fail, they turn their backs. they appreciate me when Im all correct but even 0.1 mistake can take effect... i dont like this... im still 13, in the last mission, people my age were running around, laughng with their friends. why cant i do that? i dont wanna keep being lcked up in a room reading books, i want to play too! i dont wanna do paperwork everyday! i want to go out relax with friends.... but all im expected to do is- is- learn- win number one- ranked number one- complete missions- and not fail... i dont like this... its to heavy... the pressure is suffocating me... i-i-

I dont wanna die...

she says to the person that embraces her lovingly for the first time. her last sentence was heard to be aa quiver as she continues her quite cries which were never heard before.

Kagura always knew her as a quite yet cheerful person. she brings a big positive energy to thee who is beside her. The moment she introduced herself to him for the first time, her voice was like light that could reassure people of their path and that everythings going to be okay. But he didnt knew that the one in need of the light is the light itself.

He strokes her hair gently as If she was made of glass. And silently snuggles closer to her smaller figure... Then he lets out a soft whisper

"you've went through so much until now. I can't comfort you nor can I help, but for now the only thing i can do is be by your side. We don't talk too much and we don't interact the most, so i think this is too early, but I love you. You did a great job, you've handled so much until this second, you've carried so much until now, even if people are dissatisfied of you, just remember, i will always be proud of you, i will always support you, and i love you"

"you could rest yourself now, even just for a second. Just rest and forget all of the pressure as if it doesn't exist." He continues

"i don't want anyone to hate me- i don't want to disappoint anyone" you wanted to continue but then he says

"even if the world is against you, i will always be by your side. Promise"

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Everyone has their own bad side, and everyone makes mistakes, this was just a fanfic to comfort myself and also just me ranting. So this whole fanfic is probably to ooc, if u didn't like it, it's okay, if u like it then I'm glad. I don't see much Kaguraxreader fanfics, and i really need some whether in Wattpad or Tumblr or any other apps,

PLEASE FRCKING TELL ME IF YOU KNOW ANY FANFIC OF KAGURAXREADER. I AM DESPERATELY SEARCHING EVERYWHERE DAMMIT- thank you (´；ω；｀)

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[dysfunctionalcrab]

prom?

pairing: [high school au] karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: you and karl both have no prom date.

[y/bf/n] - your best friends names

note: lucas is a very random name i picked

also, i got this off a pinterest idea, so if anyone sees a fic similar to this one, that’s probably why :)

“literally, how many times do i have to say it?” you slammed your locker shut, leaning your head against it with your chemistry textbook brought up to your chest, as if you were hugging it “i don’t care, i never cared in the first place,”

“if you don’t care then why are getting so defensive?” [y/bf/n] asked you

“i’m not getting defensive!” you exclaimed in a high pitched voice, offended. [y/bf/n] rolled their eyes at you.

“look,” you said “prom is to have a good time, i don’t necessarily need a date to do that, i can just go with you,” you explained. in your head, you had nothing to worry about, as long as you had your friends, one of the biggest events of the school year was going to be fine.

“i’m not going to prom,” they reminded you. you looked at them confusedly “i’ve already booked tickets for the 16th? my holiday? i told you a week ago?”

“huh?” you questioned, having no memory of that conversation.

“and yesterday?”

you slapped your forehead, vaguely remembering what they told you yesterday during lunch. “fuck!” you groaned. “then i really need to get a prom date, or atleast someone to just go with me. otherwise, i’ll look like a loser,”

“is there really nobody else you can ask?”

“i mean, i tried asking lucas, but he’s already going with someone,” you said defeatedly, scratching the back of your neck. he was your last option.

your conversation was cut short when you heard the bell ring, both your heads turned to see a hoard of students on the way to their next class. it was about time you also head to class, before the teacher ripped your head off for being late again

“well, good luck!” [y/bf/n] booped your nose before walking off, getting lost in the crowd of students.

you sighed, you’d just have to find someone else.

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chemistry felt like it dragged on for longer than usual. you were absolutely exhausted, so you sat down on one of the chairs placed outside the classroom and unzipped your bag to take out your water bottle.

after taking a sip of water, you just sat there, allowing yourself to just enjoy a well needed break. your eyes travelled to a group of girls, who you recognised from your maths class. they were standing by the school noticeboard, giggling and laughing for whatever reason.

you couldn’t of really cared less of what they could’ve been talking about, but what really intrigued you was when a familiar boy started to approach them.

it was that boy, karl, the head of the debate team. he was the shy, awkward type, while the girl he was approaching was definitely not. you knew that he liked her, he would bring her up sometimes, just randomly during debates, but you didn’t actually think he thought he had a chance with her

you watched him carefully as he walked up to her, a single red rose in hand. you didn’t want to seem nosy, but you scooted a little closer so you could try and hear the conversation.

karl cleared his throat, catching the attention of the girl. she turned around.

unfortunately, you couldn’t hear much of the conversation. but by the way his shoulders dropped after she started speaking, and how he kept curling and uncurling the rose in his hand had said it all.

“you’re a great guy, kane, just not for me,” you heard her finishing the sentence. with a sassy, disrespectful nudge, her and her little clique walked away, laughing.

she didn’t even get his fucking name right, you thought

your heart dropped for karl. you watched him look down sadly at the rose in his hand, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. you and him had a very sweet friendship, and you knew he was one of the nicest guys out there, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the teeniest tiniest crush on him. but it was never something you thought about.

nonetheless, he didn’t deserve this.

you grabbed your bag and swung it over your shoulder, running after rejected boy.

“hey, karl!” you called for him, trying to catch up to him.

karl turned around, meeting your eyes and smiling, though you could tell it was a fake one. “oh- hey [y/n]” he greeted you.

“i’m sorry about, you know, what happened over there,” you told him, referencing the situation.

he looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed. “you saw that, huh?” he fiddled with the rose that was still in his hand, you glanced down at it too.

“yeah. you’re too good for her anyways, i wouldn’t worry about it,” you tried to reassure him in the friendliest way possible.

karl tried to make it look like he appreciated your comment, but this damn girl had really blown his self esteem in 2 minutes. “i guess it’s going to be like homecoming all over again. i don’t blame them,”

you felt your heart snap in two just by his tone.

“do you mind if i have that? you asked him, pointing at the lonely rose

he sighed, not even questioning why. “i guess, i mean- i don’t have much use for it anymore,” he said, handing it to you. you felt a little guilty.

“thanks,” you took it from him, inspecting it in your hand. “now, turn around and close your eyes,” you instructed him.

he looked at you weirdly. “what?” a breathy laugh leaving his mouth, “...why?”

“just do it,”

he was hesitant. but he trusted you enough to turn his back to you and shut his eyes. you held the rose up to your chest, taking in a deep breath. “now turn around,”

karl turned around, his eyes still shut.

“now open your eyes,”

his eyes opened. and was met with you smiling widely at him, and the rose held out in front of you.

“karl jacobs, will you go to prom with me?”

karl looked at you, then back at the rose, then back at you again. he was trying to read your eyes. were you joking with him, trying to humiliate him again?

no traces of ingenuity were found.

“really?” he asked. you felt yourself fill with happiness after hearing the joy in his tone.

“i’m being serious,” you assured. “will you go to prom with me?”

he didn’t respond, just glared at you. maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you started regretting it

“karl, are you-“

“yes!” he answered enthusiastically, a small giggle coming from him. he threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “thank you,” he muttered. you hugged back and rubbed his back, a smile spread across your own face. now you both had dates.

“make sure you text me, okay?” you told him, pulling away from the hug, clutching your backpack.

“i will!”

you offered him another gentle smile, which he returned, before continuing to make your way. you felt yourself bounce in your step, feeling relieved but also butterflies. this could maybe change everything.

unknown to you, karl was also walking away, bouncing with delight, with a wide grin on his face. he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, then realising one thing:

“hey [y/n]!” you heard his voice again throughout the hallways, calling you.

“i don’t have your number!”

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masterlist

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagines

[ickymichi]

𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

(part 2)

warnings: swearing, my luv for seijoh four showing again, me slandering hiro 🥰

things to know: usually my works set in the timeskip but this is set in highschool (and sum time skip) cause that’s prime seijoh four </3 and there’s nothing nsfw or anything so dw!!

note: felt like i haven’t written or put anything out in so long so here <33 . reblogs are greatly appreciated

©hotboyissei 2021. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

.: makki spams the gc at ungodly hours of the night. always selfies but he’s holding the phone so you can see his bare ass in the mirror behind him. ‘accidentally’ sent a picture of his dick once

.: issei’s house is the house they always hang out/ sleepover at cause his mom loves them and doesn’t mind them being loud cause she’s never there at night cause of her job.

.: iwa gets pranked the most cause he’s a scaredy-cat and always claims ‘they didn’t get him’. every time.

.: oikawa gets ‘randomly picked’ to pay for their food when they go out but the other three just always decide to pick ‘kawa anyway without telling him.

.: the first time they went out to a nightclub every one got in but haji. all bc he was a few centimetres shorter than the others. it took half an hour of convincing the body gaurd to let him in, which he didn’t believe cause hiro n issei wouldn’t stop pissing themselves laughing the whole time.

.: issei was the first one to get a car n one time they all snuck out at 3 am to drive to some mountain to watch the sunrise and got lost until 8 am.

.: issei n hiro ‘help’ haji flirt with girls bc he can’t do it himself for shit.

.: toru’s nephew like the others more than him

.: makki’s sister always tells the boys things she catches him doing.

.: they all ft nearly 4 times a week and they could be in stiches laughing together, then next thing, hiro has the phone propped up while taking a shit, issei’s showering with the curtain open 🤨, oikawa is cleaning his room while blasting nicki and iwa is trying not to get his ass beat by his mother who’s giving out bc he’s laughing so loud.

.: for toru’s 18th birthday they had a garden party cause it was summer and they didn’t expect to get that drunk. they ended up playing some shot board game that got them absolutely shit faced and they ended up sneaking out to the bar down the road while stumbling in the middle of the literal road singing and spent the next three hours doing karaoke before they went back home and they can’t even remember what happened between 7am and 4pm when they woke up.

.: issei is always stuck babysitting his siblings cause his moms working and can’t come out to them as much as he’d like to so they come to his house and help him.

.: went on a ‘boys holiday’ to ibiza when they all turned 19 and lets say they went for a week and only remember about 4 days of it.

.: oikawa was the only one who had a date to their third year prom thing. but he didn’t actually like her as much as he thought so decided to just go with the boys as the four of them and they have so many pictures to show how fun it was.

.: has game and movie nights at, again issei’s. they don’t like watching that many new movies so the ones they always watch are: all three of the hangovers, mamma mia!, white chicks, fast n furious, all the shreks, both bad boys and godzilla for haji.

.: plays multi player games on their play stations nearly every night and they all get in trouble for laughing so loud at 3 am cause of how shit hiro is.

.: personal hc moment <3: at a random sleepover they were just sitting talking about life and then hiro came out to them and they were all just like 😟. toru was like i knew already 🙄cause same. then they had a lil cute chat about relationships n shit <3

.: they all have atleast one piercing and get them together when they do. haji has both his lobes with just studs, toru has his helix and wears tiny hoops in his lobes, hiro has his double lobes, nose, helix and his rook (really wants his belly button but his father would crucify him & issei has his right lobe right helix, matching lil rook with hiro when they were drunk in ibiza <3, nose and his eyebrow. also sei’ n iwa got tattoos idcidc.

.: makki and issei facetime each other with just them two and have their speakers playing songs like “super freak, more than a woman and pretty woman” while they dance in their socks, boxers and white button ups.

.: issei is one of the only ones that can actually sing well and gets embarrassed whenever they bring up that one time they heard him singing “girls just wanna have fun”

.: on that note, they all know how to play an instrument cause they fancy school boys, iwa knows electric guitar and the saxophone, hiro also knows guitar and violin, ‘kawa plays piano n acoustic guitar and issei knows drums and bass.

.: they all cried when toru n haji had to move away for vb and uni. then 6 months later issei n hiro moved to tokyo together.

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[opossumanonymous]

How did things get so messed up?

Warnings: Talk of murder, a single swear, Inko just sometimes thinks about murder, uh vigilante Izuku

Black Widow Inko! Part 2 featuring Dad Might vs Dad for One! This is honestly just Crack with a plot...

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It seemed like yesterday he was in that hospital room meeting his son for the first time. Inko holding their sons tiny body, tears welling in her eyes as she beckoned him closer.

He walked over with no hesitation fully ready to meet Izuku (The name chosen by Inko who got to pick after winning a bet).

Sitting down next to his tired wife he stared down at the infant in wonder. The tiny human they'd waited 9 months for was finally here. Hizashi almost didn't know how to act for a second, so caught up in looking at the tufts of green hair and freckles covering small cheeks.

Reaching out Hizashi gently caressed Izuku's little face with a single finger causing the baby to let out a coo. He grabbed his father's finger in his little fist nearly bringing the 200 year old man to tears.

If asked that's how that day went to Hizashi of course Inko remembers him nearly flooding the hospital room but Hizashi would never admit that.

Tears or not that day Hizashi knew he would protect them with his life so how....how did things get so messed up?!

How did he end up sitting across from his arch nemesis?!

How did Izuku out of everyone in Japan end up with one for all?!

And most importantly how did All Might end up seducing his goddess Inko?!?!

Seriously Hizashi just couldn't understand how she could be with such a lowlife, she must not know who he is.

Never before had Hizashi felt such a deep burning hatred for anyone.

Currently he was sitting on the couch in his and Inko's apartment while she and All Might sat on the adjacent couch. No one spoke until Inko finally cleared her throat.

"Toshi this is my ex hus-"

"Current Husband."

She looked at him with eyes full of fire and a voice full of venom as she spoke. "You forfeited that title the second you thought not calling for 12 years was a good idea."

"...."

She always knew what to say to shut him up especially when she was angry. One of the things that interested him in Inko at first was how unlike most she got incredibly smart when angry.

She also got more sadistic, he could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she calculated all the ways she could kill him.

In this house he was not the devil no, the cute green haired woman sitting across from him was. In fact the murderous aura around her was very concerning, not that he feared for his life with witnesses around. He knew she'd be angry but he'd hoped him getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness would work like last time.

Meanwhile Toshinori was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. At first when he walked into the apartment after a date night he was shocked to find none other than All for One standing in his living room. He quickly pushed Inko behind him ready to defend her against Japan's greatest villain.

While he no longer held one for all that wouldn't stop him from protecting his wife with all he had. How did All for One break out of tartarus anyway?

And just how did he look like this?

All for one looked the way he did before their battle where he smashed his upper face in. All for one, who last they spoke had no eyes, hair and barely a nose now had all of that back and even looked a few years younger.

Each and every person in this room was plotting how to kill someone. Thankfully this day they'd all walk away unscathed.

Mainly because they all had a secret to hide from eachother.

Inko didn't want Toshinori to know about her past, Toshinori didn't want Inko to know who her ex was, and Hizashi didn't want to anger his wife further by revealing any of her secrets. (He may have been criminally insane but he wasn't stupid)

After all one does not rat out their ex-assassin wife's past to her new husband who is also the ex-symbol of peace. Lest they both team up, beat your ass and throw you back in prison or just straight up murder you.

"Anyway Toshi this is my ex husband Hizashi, Izukus father, he left about 12 years ago with no contact or information."

"Oh come now darling those divorce papers weren't serious. I understand you're mad but I'm back and I promise nothing will keep me away this time."

The utter nerve of this guy he really wants to die today! He's lucky he stopped wearing ties years ago or else Inko would've been choked him to death!

"Tea. I'm going to go make some tea I'll be back soon." She said with a strained smile resisting the urge to rip out Hizashi's teeth.

After she left to the kitchen the atmosphere got even darker the two mortal enemies now left alone.

"So it wasn't enough that you destroyed my face and took my son as your successor, you just had to go and seduce my wife too!"

"Your wife! Did you not just hear her she divorced you?!"

"Yeah all because of you and your meddling if you hadn't destroyed my face putting me in comatose I would've been there for her and Izuku!"

All Might paused for a second realization hitting him like cold bucket of water. Before he got his composer back not wanting the enemy to get the upper hand.

"If you hadn't have been quirk smuggling and stealing classified documents I wouldn't have had to!"

"Oh so it's all entirely my fault?!" Hizashi scoffed "I bet she doesn't even know what you did to me does she?"

Toshinori stayed silent it was true she may have known who he was but she didn't know about his hand in her ex husband's absence.

He had no idea how lucky he was she didn't know or there would be two dead men walking instead of one.

"I take your silence as a yes then?" Hizashi was a little smug now.

"Not like you've told her who you really are." Hizashi frowned at this causing Toshinori to smile "I see I'm right as well."

Well he was only half right he never out right told Inko she figured it out on her own. But All Might didn't need to know that, after all no use making Inko even more upset then she already was.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Inko was trying to figure out how to shoot her ex from the kitchen without Toshinori noticing.

While she knew it was impossible without blowing her secret a woman could dream.

As the tea finally came to a boil she noted the distinct sound of her sons bedroom window opening and closing. Knowing her son was back from his nightly vigilantism only done on weekend nights per their agreement. She briefly considered pouring rat poison in Hizashi's serving but decided against it.

Not that the good for nothing scumbag didn't deserve it. But just scaring him would do for now unless Izuku didn't want him in his life. After all he was Izuku's father and Izuku deserved to choose whether he wanted him in his life or not.

Bringing back a tray with the tea she sat the cups down with an eerie look on her face. "Here you go Hizashi I made yours just how you like it!~" She said sweetly.

Yeah Hizashi isn't drinking that, no way she definitely must have done something to it. He hasn't survived the past 200 years to die like that, thankfully his lovely queen isn't good at holding her emotions in.

"Thankyou darling you're too kind." He said taking a cup but not drinking from it.

Toshinori on the other hand called her buff he knew she wouldn't do anything. As he drunk his own cup he remarked on how good it was, well atleast he didn't have to worry about no real or imaginary poison.

Toshinori really didn't know what to do he was having a mental crisis. Should he tell Inko and young Midoriya the truth about All for one or not say anything? The boy would be devastated and would he really want to fight his own father when the time came? He would never forgive himself if it caused Izuku mental pain.

But if he turned Hizashi in to the hero commission they wouldn't know it was him. But he'd still have to deal with them being distraught and possibly hating him for not telling them sooner. Plus everything might become public and there's no telling how many enemies All for one has made that would be out for blood.

This was bad, both his morals and heart clashed at the thought of hurting Izuku and Inko they both quickly became the family he never got to have.

Izuku even started calling him dad for crying out loud! What would he call him if he found out his idol and mentor was the one who separated him from his biological father?!

"We need to settle this once and for all." Inko finally said still annoyed and just wanting Hizashi out.

"Yes you're right we should Inko darling. I won't make this hard, I promise I only want to see my son. Perhaps he can sleepover at my place on the weekends?"

Toshinori paled at that, if he got young Midoriya alone there's no telling what that monster would do to the boy. He could kidnap him, take one for all, and lock him away forever. Toshinori couldn't let that happen deciding he'd rather tell both Inko and Izuku who 'Hizashi' really was.

"Yeah no I don't think so you can have supervised visits and you can take him somewhere if I'm available to go with."

Yeah Inko wasn't buying what her ex was selling she knew he'd have Izuku quirkless and vaulted if she left them alone.

Not to mention that would force her to try rescuing him leading to her being vaulted as well.

But together they could defeat him after all he couldn't fight them both at once.

Hizashi was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden a voice called from the hall.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?" Both men said in unison before looking at eachother with a glare.

Izuku just stood there frozen in shock as his step dad and biological father glared at eachother. He couldn't believe his eyes, even though he heard his father's voice he just thought his mom finally got him on the phone. But this is unreal he never thought in his wildest dreams his father would be in front of him again.

He gripped his plan shirt that had "shirt" written on it in big white letters. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest at any moment, a million questions going through his mind.

He was so deep in thought he didn't hear his mom get up from the couch and approach him till he felt her hand on his shoulder.

"Sweetie are you okay?" His mom asked him worried.

The two men stopped glaring at eachother now focused on Izuku concerned for him.

Tears came to the greenettes eyes as his voice shook with joy. "Dad!"

Hizashi was then tackled by the boy, slight bits of green lighting appearing on him showing his small use of one for all. Despite Izukus small stature compared to his father's hulking one, Hizashi nearly doubled over feeling like he was punched.

His son was a strong boy, he lamented the years lost since his little green bean was no longer little.

Wrapping his arms around his son Japan's evilest villain patted Izukus head. Causing the ex-symbol of peace to go into a coughing fit, a waterfall of blood pouring from his mouth.

"Dad are you okay?!"

Pushing away from Hizashi Izuku went to check on Toshinori as Inko offered up a handkerchief. Taking it in gratitude Toshinori thanked his wife before reassuring Izuku he was okay. "Thankyou son I'm alright no need to worry." Giving his signature grin he ignored his enemies death glare.

All for One the demon emperor would never admit he's jealous of anyone especially his arch-nemesis. But seeing his son coddle that blonde theif made his blood boil.

"Well this will be a new experience I never thought you'd call someone else dad..." Hizashi said with a strained smile his mouth lighting up with fire for a second.

He could always burn the blonde homewreaker with his fire breath good thing that was the quirk he with.

"Oh I guess it will get really confusing calling you both dad. But what other alternative names for you both? Or I could just call one dad and the other something else...maybe papa could work?" Izuku muttered suddenly, scratching the back of his head.

Both men looked at eachother realizing this could be the deciding factor. They knew that whoever got papa would win, after all it was the cuter of the two choices.

"Alright it's decided then!" Izuku claped his hands together a wide grin growing on his face. Both men sitting in anticipation at the boys verdict. The two looking like they were on a high stakes game show as sweat trickled down their foreheads.

"I'll call you dad" Izuku pointed at Hizashi "and I'll call you papa!" He then pointed to Toshinori.

Toshinori felt like he could do a cheer, his crops were watered, his stomach was back, his scares gone, everything in the universe was right.

That was until he looked over at All for One who he was sure would definitely kill him now if he wasn't going to before. His aura now darker than before as Toshinori's own aura glowed bright with happiness knowing he was the superior father figure in Izukus life.

Meanwhile Izuku ever oblivious to his father's fued just gave his mom his best smile feeling happier to have them in his life. After all they were his family and he wouldn't change that for nothing in the world.

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Sometime later

Yoichi: Leave brother we will not leave this host!

AFO: Oh I don't want your quirk little brother, no not anymore.

Yoichi: Then why are you here what else could you possibly want?!

AFO: WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR GOLDEN BOY LEAVE MY WIFE AND SON ALONE! HE'S RUINING EVERYTHING!

Yoichi: I see so that's what this is about...yeah no this is what you get. Consider this karma goodbye brother.

AFO: OH NO DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME TELL ALL MI-

Yoichi: *disconnects AFO from Izukus conscious*

AFO: *Sitting in Izukus room while his son sleeps* I can't believe it he hung up on me.

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AFO: I'll have you know I did alot of good things I'm not a good for nothing scumbag!

Inko: Oh really name one good deed you've done since we got married.

AFO:............Well umm..... Oh! I had Izuku our son!

Inko: Hehe yeah no I had Izuku you just stood there and cried in the corner for 11 hours.

AFO: WELL YOU TRY BEING SUPPORTIVE WHEN YOUR WIFE CALLS YOU A- Wait no actually I adopted a stray child off the streets! That definitely counts as one good deed!

Inko: WHAT!?

AFO: *realizing how bad he messed up* You what happened was....

#bnha dad for one #dad for one #inko midoriya #inko midoriya is a black widow #vigilante deku #dad might #inko midoriya just being a good mom #hizashi midoriya is all for one #battle of the dads

[ask-the-sinclair-brothers]

11! Special memory for any of yall, im feeling particularly sentimental today

Well back when we were kids momma would use Bo's face as a base for my wax masks so I could go out in public with them without everyone staring at me, or talking behind my back. However we couldn't stay out for long if it was a very hot day.

So when Bo and I were in 3rd grade there was this kid Randy Wellington being just your typical bully. He always seemed to have to take out his anger on me. Since it was a hot day I had to stay inside and couldn't play with the others. Randy saw this and thought it was the perfect time to stay behind and pick on me, he stole my lil sketchbook that I got from momma and started tearing the pages out.

And I couldn't stop him because he was two inches taller than me, but before I knew it Bo saw what was happening and punched him straight on right in the nose. So hard that he knocked him over to scare him, and he didn't put his hands on me for the rest of our elementary school time.

` Vinny

Well I gotta say senior prom I guess? There was this girl called Darlene Smith that I had a crush on, however she was a sophmore and I a senior. Oh and she was a tiny 5'5 but damn if you pissed her of she could take ya down. Darlene worked with my mom on the clothing for her wax sculptures.

But anyways she didn't had plans to go to prom, her parent's didn't like me, so they where trying to convince her not to go with me or buy a dress at all. This was still when mom was alive and next to making wax sculptures mom made the clothing at all. So I busted my ass of for the past 4 months before the prom to try convince her to go with me. And she caved in 2 weeks before prom but she didn't had a dress.

That's when my mom stepped in, the saint that she was and she made Darlene a custom dress that just fitted her so I could take her to prom. Come promight and our school decided to host it in a hotel in a town over because Ambrose was tiny as heck. So in the middle of the road my damn truck broke down and I thought. Yep dates ruined, but Darlene didn't care. We decided to walk the last few miles to the prom but ofcourse I didn't let a pretty lady walk all these miles in her dress ruining her look. So I carried her all the way to the prom, by the time we got there at the venue I was a bit worn off. And we just sat a bit and talked and I thought I had ruined the night, untill she just leaned in to kiss me and well let's just say we had something other on our minds then dancing at that moment, and a certain supply closet was locked for a while.

~ Bo

Well before we got our current dog we had a dalmatian named Bella. I remember this all vividly because Dad took me with him when we picked her up from the shelter. I was about 5 and scared shitless of dogs, but dad just decided "Aye Lester get over it for fucks sake." So he took a 5 year old scared Lester to the dog shelter and I don't even remember how many dog were there.

And at one some point, my ass got so scared because a dog barked that I decided to run like my life depended on it. Not realizing I was seperated from dad. I cried my eyes out and was scared because youknow I was a 5 year old lil' shit. Untill I felt something licking my hand and there was a tiny dalmatian dog looking at me and giving me cups. She was calm and grabbed me by the shirt and somehow got me back to my dad. Who was pissed at me, but when he saw the dog he decided. Well atleast I got a dog that doesn't wanna eat my kid. And that's how we got our first dog Bella.

~ Les

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[twelve-twelve-eleven]

I’ve Had Enough P3 Final - Rafe Cameron

caution: rafe x reader, crying, yelling, talking about drug addiction, arguing/fighting, kinda toxic relationship, children, swearing, YOU AND RAFE ARE +18

a/n: ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING CONVOS THAT GO ON FOR A LONG TIME SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. ANYWAYS,, i told my girlfriend that my story got love and she said she was proud of me😎

words: 1.3k

outline: rafe and you moved in together after your second child was born. but of course, rafe’s addiction didn’t ease up. in fact, it go worse. you finally broke out after having to deal with it for more than 2 years.

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“alright, i’ll do that.”

after eating the pancake special, you and your mother take the kids to her house. you get them all settled in, letting them sleep before going downstairs to see your mom watching TV. 

as you sit down on the couch next to your mother, your phone vibrated against your thigh. you pulled it out of your sweatpants and looked at the notification. “where are you?”

“y/nnnnnnn”

“we aren’t starting until you get over here”

“so hurry your ass up”

“y/n answer my damn calls”

“JJ IS TAKING ALL THE ALCOHOL YOU HABE TO GET HERE NIW”

in conclusion, your phone was blown up with texts from Kie. you totally forgot that you guys planned a movie night since you didn’t see the pogues that much anymore, you were really looking forward to that too. you sighed and texted back, too exhausted to even get up. 

“can’t make, sorry school got in the way”

she quickly saw it, typing back a “okay :(” if she knew what just happened, she and all the pogues would probably be jumping rafe. they were of course disappointed in you because you were macking on a kook, an awful kook to be exact, but they were your best friends so they always supported you throughout whatever happened. y’all had each other's backs no matter what.

your heart was beating at a million beats per minute, getting the courage to speak up. you knew you needed to tell them, they’re the closest people to you, the closest family. your leg was bouncing up and down, your eyes focused on the floor of the HMS Pogue as you zoned out from the conversation. suddenly, a hand landed on your thigh, gaining your attention. “y/n, you okay?” kiara asked, a concerned look on her face. you quickly switched from the blank expression on your face to a smile. “yeah, i’m fine!” you look over at the boys, still arguing over football teams or whatever. “y/n, you only bounce your leg when something’s on your mind.” she was right, your subconscious tells the damn truth. you bit your lip, thinking of a lie. “y/n, you haven’t opened your beer?” JJ yelled from the stern of the boat. your breathing picked up, deciding between the two voices speaking to you. as you tried to explain yourself, you stuttered and stumbled over your non-existent words. “hey, hey hey breathe y/n breathe, take your time.” kiara said, moving your head towards her. as you stared into her eyes, tears welled up in yours. “im sorry.” you started to breakdown in front of them, letting the tears flow.

“you cant apologize if we dont know what’s wrong, y/n.” JJ said softly, everyone’s attention towards you. you held in your sobs and looked up at everyone, saying “fuck it” and telling them. “uhm- the reason i disappear in the morning is because..” your lip started to quiver. “because i’m pregnant.” you quietly said. you heard no noise come from anyone, but everyone heard what you said. “with.. who’s?” John B spoke out, curious. “rafe.” thats when everyone’s jaws dropped. you were actually scared by how they reacted, how they all had that stare that said “what the actual fuck”. they all looked at eachother, your eyebrows furrowed. the questions rapidly came at you. the why, the when, the why again, multiple times, and the where. 

“that’s why i haven’t been smoking or drinking much.” you calmly said, getting your breathing back. “atleast you’re responsible.” pope said, nodding his head. “more weed for us.” everyone told JJ off and shushed him, earning a small chuckle from you. “anyways, we’ll support, no matter what. i can get diapers, wipes, anything needed for the baby.” you smiled, feeling seen and heard, loved.

as you clicked back to reality, you felt your eyes burn and looked at the time, 12. you got up and headed up to the guest room, realizing that mom was sleeping. you went up quietly so the kids didn’t wake up, softly closing the door. when you laid down to finally close your eyes, immediate thoughts rushed into your head about scenarios in the future, how you could have done better with what happened, what to say to him tomorrow, etc. it was like your mind was your agenda, jotting down everything you had on your mind. you suddenly felt overwhelmed, and turned side to side to get the thoughts out of your head. you slammed your eyes closed, wrinkling up your face. stop, stop, stop, stop. you tried to think about good thoughts, like your children or the pogues, revisiting the core memories you had with all of them. with the pogues, you snuck into other people’s backyards and used their pools, pool-hopping. from ditching school to surf to just relaxing in John B’s backyard, it was all so much fun and felt so free. even with your children, getting them ice cream on days you had free of work or school, or taking them to meet your long time friends. spencer grew to love kie, how giddy he would get when he was in her arms. one day though, you caught jj napping in the hammock out back, and getting a closer look, spencer was cuddled up next to him, jj’s arm around your boy. your heart immediately melted at the sight of them together.

when you backed away from your memories, you saw the dark blue color leaking through your windows. shit. you didn’t get a lick of sleep, or maybe you did. you couldn’t really recall that, but you knew you could get through the day with no sleep, you’ve done it before. you breathed out, slowly collecting what you were gonna say to rafe. you decided to get up and grab the notebook that was on the desk which was full of blank pages. you wrote down sentences and erased words, doing the most so he wouldn’t flip out again. you reread the lines again and again, getting a sense on what to say. 

“you sure you can do this?” your mom questioned you. you nodded, giving marie and spencer a kiss on their heads. you got into your car, waving to them. “if you need anything, call me.” she said, her expression soft. “i will.” you replied before rolling up your window. you were nervous, of course you were. you left him at home by himself for a whole 12 hours. he could have injured himself, he could have damaged himself more, every scenario you imagined could have happened. 

you got to the house eventually and stopped in the driveway. you tightened your hands on the steering wheel, collecting your breath and saving every last feeling of it. you got out, shut your door, and walked towards the house. once you stepped onto the doormat, the front door suddenly swung open. your eyes widened as you saw rafe standing there, slumped and his eyes bloodshot red. once you guys met each other’s eyes, rafe stumbled into your arms, breaking down. “im sorry, im sorry, im sorry” he repeated, mumbled into your neck. you wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling your own tears come to the surface. the words you wanted to hear for the longest time. “I didn’t mean- absolutely any of the stuff I said yesterday. I’m sorry for running you out the house, i’m sorry for- for letting the kids see me like this.” He suddenly spat out. “you can’t keep doing these, rafe, you know that.” you quietly spoke into the crook of his neck. his head nodded rapidly. “i know, i dont want to lose you guys.” before you knew it, you guys were both sobbing, holding each other tight.

“sorry isn’t enough, but im gonna change y/n, for you and them.” and you finally believed him.

a/n 2: OKAY WAIT HELLLOO???? ARE WE DONE??? WHAT??? okay it may not be the best since it is my first writing on tumblr, but im actually really proud of this work. i started this- what like a year ago, forgot it, and now its done !!! thanks for the love and support for this story,, it really helped me keep writing <3 be safe everyone :)

#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outerbanks

[kuroosmikasavolleyball]

More Than A Friendly Competition

Abendrot

(n) the color of the sky when the sun is setting; a certain afterglow.

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More Than A Friendly Competition

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(a/n): this is the second part of the series! I hope I wrote quidditch games accurately. I haven’t read or watched Harry Potter in a while, but I used one of the quidditch clips(first movie’s first match) as a reference. I am going to write other(haikyuu, marvel, jjk) fics so please request! As always, republish and like if you want, and message/ask me if you have any questions or comments about this fic or just in general. This is a safe and loving place for everyone. Thank you for reading<3

Part 2 summary: The first of two quidditch games is set in action. (Y/N) acts as a supporter for Cedric and the twins because who cares if they’re in different teams, they’re all still her friends! Kimball and Roger come with a plan for tomorrow’s game. As an exciting but suspenseful match goes on, who knows what house will take the win?

pairing: cedric x fem!reader(in ravenclaw)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 0.9k

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(Y/N) walked into the Great Hall, immediately seeing a cluster of rich red and sunshine yellow. She ran over to the twins with fiery hair.

“Good morninnng.” (Y/N) dragged her words.

“Are you ready to see me and Freddie kick arse out there?”

“YES! But also, I’m a mutual support for you guys and Ced.” She pointed to her cheeks; one cheek with red and gold stripes, and the other with yellow and black.

Fred exclaimed, “I hate how you always do this! Just pick a side or alternate every match. You better be supporting us even if we decide to hit pretty boy with a bludger.”

(Y/N) shrugs, “We’ll see. I’m gonna head over to Ced and then eat breakfast. I want to get a good seat!”

The bustling crowd in the Great Hall held voices of excitement for one of the only two matches this year.

“Hello Mr. Diggory, how are you doing this fine morning?” (Y/N) mockingly bowed.

“Yes very well. And you?” He played along. Both burst into laughter when Cedric dabbed his handkerchief on his mouth in a posh manner.

“So are you ready for today?”

“Pretty much. The team feels good about this match, I can feel it.”

“Ok Captain; kick it out there. I’m gonna go over to my table; I think Kimball is waiting for me to calm her nerves about tomorrow. Good luck!”

(Y/N) strode away and saw Kimball and Roger muttering about plans.

“Oh look who decided to join us, Ms. I have so many friends in different houses.”

“Ugh, Roger. I was just wishing Ced and the twins good luck. What is this?”

A sheet of paper with weirdly detailed drawings lay in the middle of the table. Definitely Kimball’s work.

She answered, “We had an idea for tomorrow.”

After breakfast and waiting in the stands, the quidditch game was finally about to begin. Lee Jordan’s infamous commentary added to the exciting atmosphere. It was a beautiful day, almost made for flying. A few Ravenclaws used to give her weird looks for supporting both teams whenever Gryffindor and Hufflepuff versed; but now they couldn’t blame her. Fred, George, and Cedric were amazing players and it didn’t hurt that they were good-looking.

“Welcome to Hogwarts’ first of only two games of the season! Today’s game: Gryffindor and Hufflepuff! Let’s welcome the incredibly talented Gryffindor Quidditch Team!” Lee exclaimed.

“And the also kind of good Hufflepuff Quidditch Team!” Mcgonagall glared at him, but didn’t say anything.

The whole school depends on Quidditch games, so the cheers were almost too loud.

“Atleast they don’t cheat like Slythe-“ “-MR. JORDAN!” “-I mean…Let’s get on with the game. Professor Hooch is now giving the routine rules and..the bludgers, followed by the Golden Snitch, are released…the quaffle is up! THE GAME BEGINS!”

Instantly, the crowd goes wild. (Y/N) focuses in on Cedric, who searches for the Snitch, along with Harry. She knew Harry because being friends with the twins meant knowing their family from being invited over, and in turn, Ron’s friends. Plus, Harry was really well-known at Hogwarts and The Chosen One.

“..Spinnet with the quaffle, dodging everything to making her way to the goals..GO ALICIA! And..oh. Hufflepuff’s keeper, Herbert Fleet blocks it. That’s alright…”

Lee’s commentary faded as (Y/N) zoned into the game even more. George hit a bludger mildly fast to another Hufflepuff chaser, Heidi, who barely dodges it but still lets go of the quaffle.

The game goes on for way too long, the players not giving up. Harry and Cedric zoom past the Ravenclaw audience stand, a slight smell of sweat wafting the air.

“Go Ced!” (Y/N) exclaims as they both zero in on the Snitch, hands reaching.

“It looks like Diggory and Potter are fighting for the win. Someone’s closing in…CEDRIC DIGGORY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! HUFFLEPUFF WINS!”

Whoops and cheers fill the air as both houses rush down, eager to congratulate the victors and comfort the losers.

(Y/N) runs to Cedric, but a crowd has already formed and he’s being lifted. She smiles and turns, running to the out-of-breath twins.

“OH GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE WE LOST! GEORGE AND I WERE AT THE TOP OF OUR GAME TODAY!”

“It’s okay guys, I’m so proud of you both.” (Y/N) hugs them, not caring about the sweat, “You did so good today. If Ced didn’t get the snitch, Gryffindor was in the lead.”

“Diggory better be glad we didn’t win; our non-ending bragging would’ve made him lose his mind.” Everyone chuckles.

(Y/N) looks over her shoulder, cheeks red and smile bright. “You should go to him.”

She looks away. “Huh? No, he’s already surrounded.”

“Don’t sound so oblivious, lover girl. It doesn’t matter, just run up and I promise he’ll have all his attention on you in a second.” Fred beams.

“Shut up…” (Y/N) turns away from the twins and runs in Cedric’s direction anyways, calling his name. His excited eyes shift to her and he runs to her.

“YOU DID SO AMAZING OUT THERE!” (Y/N)’s voice muffled by the tight hug Cedric gave her. How did he still smell good?

He laughs, “Thank you. Really.” He lets go. A blush from the slightly cold air up above and flying had formed, and he looked...wow. 

“Are you coming back with us?”

“Oh..shoot. I would, but Hufflepuff is having a celebration-sort of thing…”

“No problem. I understand; go and have fun Ced, people are giving me looks.”

He chuckles and walks backwards, “I’ll try and come though!”

The Ravenclaw common room seemed better to have a late night talk/homeowrk session since all of Gryffindor was sulking.

Fred teases, “I heard they have alcohol at the Hufflepuff party. I bet pretty boy will drink and we’ll finally see something other than the good-two-shoes.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen. The only time Cedric ever drank was with her, and he got too tipsy too fast.

“Wait, what?”

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[blueprint-han]

on top of the world ↠ hhj.

genre: royal au; fluff inspired by a fucking barbie movie leave me alone okay

⇥ warnings: if having a ballroom dance with hyunjin is a warning, then <3, district names are randomly chosen, not meant in reference to SKZ !!

wc: 1.5 K

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Hwang Hyunjin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble.

taglist: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz​ @sunoo-luvs 

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @tpwkjerii​ (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: dghwey i had literally no idea what to write for your url, so i searched up the full form of “tpwk” and ended up with “treat people with kindness”. I developed it into an idea i already had. Tell me if you like it <33 ⇥ dawn.☀️

↯ note 2: oh... i cannot... write fantasy for the life in me. ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Ladies, all in line.” The instructor clapped her hand, signaling all the princess and lady royals to line up in front of her. You quickly scrambled out of where you were seated, almost doubling over your heels as you tried to wobble your way to the line. 

Oh curse those heels. They were gonna be the reason you crashed headfirst into the floor one day, you were sure. They were those typical pointy, magenta colored pumps that only an expert in poise could pull of properly. Your uniform didn’t help either, layers and layers of clothing — topped of with a jacket, which meant you would be sweating buckets if it weren’t for the air conditioning.

Gosh, you hated being the princess and heir to the next throne. Why couldn’t you just lounge in the courtroom in your sweats and sneakers? They were more fashionable anyway. When your mom had told you that you were gonna attend “Royal Training School”, you’d pictured horse riding in the lush green stables, elegant dinners with rich silverware, and most of all — just having some time away from the royal castle, just having some time for yourself and having fun in that time.

Well, you were in for a huge mess.

It’d been only a week since you attended this place, and you hated it. The place woke you up at 5 a.m., shoved breakfast (which was mostly a piece of “high gluten” bread) to your hands and then took you ballroom dancing. So your day was terrible from the beginning already. There was no horseback riding, no sword fighting, because according to your parents — “princesses didn’t do fights”. Seemed superstitious to you, someone with a forward thinking mind, but what could you do?

Too dazed in your thoughts, your foot slipped and you lurched forward. You yelped loudly, but before you could catch the attention of the class or feel the polished marble against your face, a hand wrapped around your waist, ceasing your fall and holding you mid-air.

“You okay, princess?”

You snapped back into attention, eyes meeting with your classmates, all of them having a shocked look on their faces, and some of them anger. Turning around, you were surprised to gaze into hazel brown eyes that seemed to draw you in without reserve.

“Um..., princess?”

“Ah, yes!” You snapped out of it once again, straightening up as you smoothened the fabric of your shirt. “T-Thank you.” You took once glance at his face, and... wow. He was absolutely ethereal. His golden locks of hair fell perfectly over his temples, he adorned a majestic black suit and by just looking at him, he exuded confidence.

He giggled. “It’s alright, princess. Glad you aren’t hurt.”

“Oh, that-”

“Ahem!” The both of you looked to the side, noticing now how the entire class, along with the instructor were giving you snobby glares. “If you’re done chit chatting, can we start out class, Princess Y/N and Prince Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin. That was a pretty name.

You noticed that there was another line of men, wearing similar attire like Hyunjin, lined up in front of the princesses. “They must be from another academy,” Silent thoughts flooded your mind as you took your place, and your eyes went wide when you found yourself face to face with the Hyunjin guy again, though there was a reasonable distance between the both of you.

“Now, royals.” The instructor chimed, clacking her heels against the surface as she waltzed to the edge of the room. “You’ve been practicing ballroom dancing with yourselves for a while now, so The Head and me decided that it would be a good idea for you to get a little peek of what the actual thing looks like.” She said uninterestedly, picking at the underside of the nails as she started the music.

Immediately, slow, melodious music flooded through the speakers as you looked at one another. and then at the guy in front of you... err, Hyunjin. “You’ve already been partnered up, so get started.”

Your mouth dropped open a bit when you realised what the instructor’s statement meant, almost panicking when all the girls next to you bowed down gracefully, coaxing you to follow the same. Hyunjin did the signature “bow down and lend a hand” pose like his other classmates, and you hesitantly straightened up, lending a hand to him.

Immediately, just like how confident he looked, he pulled you close to himself, settling his hands on your hips as a smirk graced his features.

Ah... so he’d noticed you blushing.

You didn’t know why you were blushing in the first place. You’d never met this person before, but something about him just made the giddy schoolgirl in you bubble up to the surface. You shyly settled your hands on his shoulders, moving along to the beat with his motions... and silently praying your ant’s worth of dancing knowledge would not fuck this up.

“So, should we do the introductions?”

“What?” You asked, almost stumbling on your feet once again. You made a mental reminder to burn the current pair of heels you were sporting.

“Don’t you introduce yourself to the person you’re dancing with?” he heaved a laugh, almost melting at how adorably bashful you were getting in his hold. You were about to mumble a response, but then stopped, gathered your confidence, and smiled sweetly.

“Oh well then, I’m Princess Y/N from District 8; honor to meet you.” You said in a sing song voice, muffling a laugh as Hyunjin twirled you around in his hold and pulled you back. The velvet coat was soft under your touch, and for some odd reason, you wondered how his soft-lookin hair would feel under your palm.

“I’m Prince Hyunjin from District 10; equally honored to meet you,” He tilted his head to the side and you noticed him bite his lip for a second. Brushing it off, you continued swaying to the music, feeling slightly more at ease now.

“How’s school here, princess Y/N? You enjoying?” His tone was respectful, almost like he was talking to a friend he met after many years,

“Nah,” You rolled your eyes, making Hyunjin look at you like a confused puppy, waiting for you to explain. Hyunjin wasn’t used to someone hearing they disliked royal training, especially when he’d found it nothing but enjoying.

“It’s just the same old. “Oh go to ballroom, learn to balance books on your head, walk with grace, eat your food elegantly, dance again. sleep early!” Your voice was a hushed whisper, yet mocking. “You’d think that’s what I should’ve expected, but I wanted to learn sword fighting, horse riding, that kind of stuff. They barely let us outdoors here.” You tsked, watching as Hyunjin bit his lip again.

“What?” You asked, figuring that Hyunjin knew you’d noticed his action.

He chuckled. “Your stepping on my toes.”

“Oh crap I am?” You looed down, pulling your feet farther away from his as an apology crawled up your tongue, but before you could shoot it out, Hyunjin stopped you. “It’s okay.”

“Maybe I’ll step on yours and we’ll get even?” He winked, a smug look on is face as he waited for your reply. The music was basically forgotten at his point, both f you lost in a world where nobody else existed, just you, your thoughts, your words, and your giggles. You mirrored his playful expression. “I’d like to see you try.”

Hyunjin didn’t break eye contact, and you felt a small flutter in your chest when he did so. He lifted his foot, but you were too quick, you moved your foot away the moment he settled his own down, and then for revenge, you stepped on his foot once again.

“Ouch!” Hyunjin shrieked, and thanks to the loud music. no one could hear him. You hadn’t stomped too hard thankfully, but Hyunjin’s cute expression when he crinkled his nose sent you into a spiral of giggles.

“Hey! You’re supposed to treat people with kindness” He pouted, twirling you around once again as he led you to the next spot in the ballroom. Your feet basically slid around at this point, and you didn’t even mind your heels.

“Yeah? That’s what you get for trying to step on a princess’ toes.” You rested your head against his shoulder, muffling your giggles as well as calming your heart at the sudden sprut of confidence.

Hyunjin’s grip on your waist tightened, making you straighten up, faint heat dusting your cheeks. The dance was almost coming to an end, and you wished it could go on forever. You hadn’t had such fun in a while, but unfortunately, Hyunjin didn’t belong to this academy. Sadly, the dance would come to an end.

“Maybe I can teach you horse riding?” Hyunjin inquired, a curious glint in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You gasped in shock.

“Y-you’d be willing to do that?”

“Of course, if you’re up for it.”

“How will we even do that?”

“I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t sneaked out of the premises at night.”

You remained silent.

“Thought so.” Hyunjin winked again. “So, what do you say?”

You twirled around one more time, moving slightly closer to him when you came back this time. The next moment, the music stopped, and you murmured to him with a smirk pulled at your lips.

“I’d be on top of the world.”

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

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