#mikki writes

[protect-namine]

I was thinking the other day that man, kokuto neji is such a character and I haven't liked a writer character like this since... shang qinghua?

which naturally led me to this thought: jj fic with svsss-style au where neji transmigrates/gets isekai'd into the world of havenna. as domina, of course.

it's extra fucked up imo because at least when sqh transmigrated in his book, he made up all of those characters and they mostly stayed in the realm of fantasy. like, sure, lbh was kinda based on himself in some ways and mbj was his ideal fantasy, but they still mostly stayed fictional, you know? sqq (sy) had to fix his plots because the characters sqh wrote strayed too far from their original plotlines

but theater makes a fictional world a bit too real and personal, especially when you use real people as inspirations for your writing. with neji, he'd be looking at rukiora and see three different people (mitsuki acting as rukiora; rukiora who was written based on a younger version of neji; rukiora who is her own person in this weirdly real world of havenna). neji would see fugio and to him that is both sou acting as fugio and the fugio who grew up with poison flowers. miguel is both fumi and the guy who ran away from his neshiromi fields. the only constant would probably be chicchi. she is too much like kisa in that... well. neji didn't really have a backstory for chicchi. chicchi is a blank canvas just like kisa is as an actor.

anyway. yeah, very sv-style character arc where neji, much like shen yuan in sv, is forced to humanize the villain. except this villain was his creation and is also tied to a bunch of personal issues for neji that he Doesn't Want To Think About and also he doesn't? really understand the character he wrote tbh?

isn't art supposed to process your emotions for you!! why must he process these himself!!

can you imagine neji, who always casts himself as a seer of some sort (fortune teller, ushinoko) or someone who generally has some control over his future or his "creation" (who is mary if not just another side of neji anyway; she's takihime redux, and takihime is also. neji). imagine this dude being transported inside the play he wrote but he doesn't understand it and he has no control over it and everyone's acting both in character and out of character. he both knows and doesn't know these people. they're fictional but also... real? does he treat them as real people? is domina real? he wanted his actors to imbue parts of themselves into his characters. are these people really just characters from a script? are they his quartz classmates? is he allowed to even hope that that's the case?

it's both THE improv exercise of his dreams and also. a nightmare

#mine musings #liveblogging jj #jack jeanne #i do kinda want to write this eventually. like separate from a njmtsks fic #oh god. not me wanting to write a fic about a story within another story. oh rama havenna... #we can even throw in the whole prayer theme. like yes the priest preaches in a godless town and he carries a bible but hear me out #what if the god he's preaching about is himehiko instead #like. prayers and confession as offerings to a theater god. said theater god put you in your own play to “help” you fix it bc you #as the scriptwriter don't even understand anything about your own play #i kinda envision this as a neji & kai fic #though neji mostly struggles with rukiora and chicchi and the way domina prevents him from reacting authentically #neji knows everyone's backstories and inspiration but them BAM he has to face chicchi and he doesn't know anything about her #bc he was banking on kisa making chicchi her own character and being the 'transparent vessel' that helps everyone improve #and also he just had zero notes about chicchi lmao #neji every night at pontartia: is she being ooc right now or is this how chicchi was supposed to be all this time #like remember that time when he said to sou that he only realized what mukai's character was about after kisa got her act together #it's happening agaaainnnnn with chicchi #meanwhile rukiora hates him soooo much and neji is sad that he can't even confess about this to the priest bc it would be ooc for domina #mikki hates him!! except that's not mikki. but she looks and sounds and acts like mikki!! and also like a younger version of neji!! #he'll look to jire and he's all sad and mopey and neji is like. suzu having nuance is GREAT but also suzu not being cheery feels so bad man #where's my moodmaker? hachipochi missing hours :( #he tries to talk to sou but that's not sou that's fugio and also. fugio only cares about chicchi #domina barely even interacts with miguel so neji has to devise ways for domina to talk to him while being in character #but the minute he gets close rukiora is there and miguel would never talk to someone that makes rukiora upset. go away madame!! #neji is left to commiserate with otori/facchio and himehiko is laughing in the background

[virtuouslibertines69]

“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” ― C. JoyBell C Art by Mikki Lee

#literature #quote #reading #writing #book #novel #author #writer #books #c. joybell c. #art #artist #illustration #mikki lee #love #good #water #drink #wind #ablaze #burn #sky #ignite #phoenix #cut #wildfire #run #touch

[mikki-does-simp]

Words aren't worth shit. (Kuroiro Shihai x GN!reader)

surprise you guys, i came back from my grave for the kajillionth time! frankly, i'm slightly sick of interacting with almost of the MHA fandom, but my love for 1B seems to never ever waver, so i'll try my very best to stick to more longform fanfiction and post more-often so that the people who deserve it have actual content.

A/N: i wrote this in literally two adjacent blocks starting at 1AM and ending around 5 AM with a sleep from 4-4:30, so forgive any flow inconsistences or grammar/spelling mistakes because i say fuck the beta

edit: actually never mind next time i will appreciate a beta run more i left so many spaces that were just- *unfilled*

socially awkward kuroiro AND tactical manipulator kuroiro CAN co-exist, it just has to be written in a very specific way, though. despite that, with you, he feels like a cat covered in wet spaghetti, but like, in a good way.

Who the hell came up with the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words"? Or hell, who altered it to have it to relate an action? Kuroiro didn't really seem to convince himself of it, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't like he was indifferent to works of art- after all, he considered himself a sort of artistic guy... but when it came to a flash, a picture in his mind, a memory- usually it only took up about thirteen words in his mind. He considered himself a writer. Dare he say a poet. He kept piles upon piles of journals of his writing, and where people could not suffice, pen and paper were his greatest confidants. As much as he liked pencils, pens were just- ironically more artistic; even if he had to scribble at the paper if he misspelled a word or accidentally placed the lettering way too close.

He clenched a few papers between his hands, skimming over the writing as he stood in wait for what might be a pinnacle moment of his life. There were too many mistakes in his mind- so many scribbles it seemed like a quarter of each page was just a section or a word, blacked out in ink. He sighed, inwardly admitting that staying up until two am in the morning writing this was a terrible idea it's not like the author is doing the EXACT same thing down to the hour, but he could just not wait. Thoughts seemed to be always running through his head at light speed, from dawn to dusk and in between his dreams like a sickness of his. This is when he started to pace around with the pages in his hand, having to really mentally prepare himself for what he set up on what seemed to be the first impromptu thought of his entire life so far.

Kuroiro had somehow deluded himself so hard that he decided that he was going to profess his feelings for you within the next moment. Or at the very least, his fond admiration for your pieces, large or small that create the entire puzzle. He had slipped a piece of plain notebook paper under your door, even; that's how casual he tried to seem about it, as it could mean a lot of different things under different connotations if you ask someone to meet you. It wasn't a fancy sort of greeting or letter like he would have spent countless hours imagining he would, but it would make due. His pen and paper were becoming restless in it's own right, sick of hearing the same thought in a different variant over and over and over again. He had decided to meet you about fifteen minutes before the dormitory curfew, as to both make it less inconvenient for you and to make sure he had an escape route if anything went wrong. Yet again, his mind seems to be in a race with everything around it, dreaming up every possibility. Every triumph, every pitfall. The churns in his stomach grew more intense as he began to doubt himself,

It didn't take too long for you to meet him, with the casually dressed notebook paper folded in one of your hands. You pocketed it, then closed the gap of distance between you and Kuroiro, standing in front of him with a curious look to the papers in his hand- and how he looked like how he was going to vomit up a hairball. It raised some eyebrows, sure; but you seemed to understand his nature- his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies: you seemed to accept them as they were, with no complaints otherwise about who he was. Human. A breath of fresh air for a guy like him, really. He didn't even greet you properly for a moment, already seeming to clam up, enamored by your beauty. It took a couple seconds for him to actually remember why he brought the two of you here- but when he did, he slowly looked to the writing in front of him, starting to read it out. Unfortunately for you, it was incredibly difficult to decipher what he was actually saying- he used so many elusive synonyms that the average person wouldn't be familiar with in terms of linguistics, and he would often go back to read a part if he messed it up, or pause for a moment to try and figure out what he was trying to say himself. The more and more he talked, the more Kuroiro realized this the sole brainless idea he had in a very long time- at least in his book, so out of some sort of shame, he started getting quieter as he read. His posture crumpled up more than it was before, and he was mumbling so badly, that it was even hard for him to hear the words that were spewing out of his mouth as he tried to read back He dropped the small stack of papers, much to your confusion; then, much to his incredible embarrassment, he felt his legs start to buckle despite himself as he kneeled to the floor, covering his face with his hands and starting to mumble a little louder about how incredibly awkward this situation was and that you should just forget it ever happened. He couldn't anymore, everything seemed to catch up to him in his incredulity...

You kneeled down to the floor with him, starting to pick up the papers for him. His hand reflexively moved to instantly snatch the papers from you- to hide away and confide yet again in the caverns of pen and paper- but he stops himself, opting to ball his hand into a fist to do so as he starts on an attempt to quell his mild panicked breathing. He felt so... soppy. Dare he say even- pathetic in a way. It took a moment, but he eventually found the strength to look you in the eye, and they lock, the watercolor to his monochrome. You pick up the rest of the pages, and even if it is incredibly messy and out of order, you remember how he reached to grab them from you, and although it confused you on why he would do that, you respected him too much to pry; in a state where he was cracking on all sides of a sphere, where he looked so oddly vulnerable. If you weren't too preoccupied with being concerned about the way he was acting, it would have felt good, about how he seemed to trust you being within this state

"Hey..." you interjected, slowly starting to offer both your held papers; and your free outstretched hand over to Kuroiro, "Take the time you need. You'll find a way to say what you need to say... and I'll flag you down with signals so it won't- get lost within the waters."

You had sort of an idea what was happening- but you could ask for more context later, as Kuroiro seemed a little too nervewracked to answer your questions. He took the both of you off guard, as he shuffled a little closer, his own arms beginning to outstretch as he simply took your simple outstretched gesture to wrap his arms around you in a shakey but gentle embrace. In that very moment, he couldn't believe it but... no words could describe what he felt. He almost lost himself in trying to figure it out, but at the same time, you quelled the tide all the same as you held each-other there.

#mha 1b #bhna x reader #class 1b #mha #bhna #shihai kuroiro #x reader fluff #fanfic #writing #x reader #bhna fanfiction #bhna imagine #mikki fluffpost

[theoffingmag]

It’s for the nesting robins, she’d warble, picking at the hollow where the soft cord that once bound us used to be. Then she counted my toes and chirped me to sleep. Today, gathering bottles, baubles and boxes for the estate sale, wingbreeze and birdsong sweep sorrow to the street.

— Mikki Aronoff

#the offing #micro #poetry #poem #prose #writing #mikki aronoff

[youngmassidehoe]

When you hear that a book was terrible & you want to rewrite it from a different point of view but you don't want to read the book because you heard it sucked that badly

#my year of rest and relaxation #is the book im talking about #mikky speaks #like i heard the protagonist was really unlikable and super privileged and annoying #and all i can think of is there is a way to make the premise of the book work in a more down to earth way #like i work night shifts at a warehouse so i can understand wanting to sleep away for a year #but i need to know more about the story before i try to write it from my perspective

[ahundredtimesover]

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: TBD

Status: Ongoing

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1 (wc: 12k)

Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)

Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)

Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)

Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)

Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)

Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)

Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)

Episode 10 (wc: 20.6k)

Episode 11 (wc: 23.5k)

Episode 12 (wc: 24.7k)

Episode 13 (wc: 29k)

Episode 14 - End

Season 2 (??)

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook series #jeon jungkook #boss jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #boss au #workmates au #jungkook #bts jungkook

[flowers-that-sing]

CHAPTER 15 IS FINALLY OUT

it kind of sucks! and its short! but . it's here at least!

so sorry for the delays </3 things have been crazy

#btwos #mike wheeler #genderfluid mike wheeler #mikki wheeler #byler #steddie #wicked writing

[just-another-storyteller]

A Portal Mix-Up - Chapter 2: "Rein in my tongue"

When some young Seldnacs ask Sky to help find some volunteers for their potaling-practice, she quickly agrees - But the practice itself takes an unexpected turn...

POV: 3rd Person Warnings: None Word Count: 521 this chapter; 4655 total

Mikki had been so focused on his chat with a friendly tiger Seldnac that he almost missed the moment he was supposed to step through the portal. While he was no stranger to using portals, this time it felt different; he felt an odd pull just before he stepped out the other side, and while he could still walk normally, it felt as if it wasn’t quite his own body. A little like when he’d been a pup and had gone through growth spurts.

“Weird…” he heard someone mutter, which wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary, if the voice hadn’t come out of his mouth!

“Weird indeed!”

Mikki felt his own body jump to the side, probably startled by his answer. “What the—”

“Language, my dear!” Mikki grinned and looked around; it seemed as if other Seldnacs had similar problems, arguing with their own bodies. “It seems like something went wrong with the portals. Do you have a name?”

“Seraph.”

The voice wasn’t quite Mikki’s, but it was the same regardless of who spoke. Mikki could feel Seraph’s apprehension, and could definitely sympathize; this was an unusual situation. “Beautiful name. I’m Mikki. You were probably helping with the portals, too?”

He felt his—their—body nod.

“Well, usually I chat before getting this close to someone,” Mikki said, and immediately felt Seraph’s annoyance. “All right, sorry, I’ll try to hold my tongue if I get an idea for a line like that again.”

“What do you think we should do now?”

“Good question.” One of the students tried explaining what was going on, but his voice was drowned out by the clamor of dozens of fused Seldnacs. “Seems like we’ll be stuck together for a while.” For a moment, he considered trying to convince Seraph to meet with Jamie, but how would he explain this… situation? Hopefully, the students would find a solution soon. He and Jamie hadn’t made new plans yet, but Mikki would hate if Jamie thought he’d lost interest; he wouldn’t be in town much longer, and Mikki wanted to at least say goodbye. “Do you have anyone who’ll wonder where you are?”

“Yeah, Kiyan,” Seraph answered.

Mikki’s ears perked up when he sensed the fondness Seraph felt for whoever ‘Kiyan’ was. “Well, then we shouldn’t lose any time,” he said, though his smile lasted only for a second; apparently, Seraph was not in the mood for smiling right now. “You lead the way.”

It felt very strange for Mikki to feel his body walk, without him doing the walking. Even weirder, though, was when Seraph jumped—and flew. Mikki’s breath caught in his lungs, though luckily Seraph was calm enough to keep breathing steadily after the first moment of surprise.

“Would you mind warning me next time?” Mikki said, though there was a slight chuckle in his voice. “Beautiful and full of surprises—Your Kiyan must be very lucky.”

Seraph didn’t answer, though Mikki once again felt her annoyance. He really should learn to rein in his tongue, or else the time until they got de-fused would feel very long for both of them. 

#magic #fantasy #xenofiction #writeblr #writerblr #short story #am writing #seldnac #seldnacs #seldnac'rae #Mikki (Seldnac) #my writing

[gavisfanta]

Hey could you maybe do a fermin Lopez smut where he comes home in a bad mood cuz they lost a game against Madrid and they have a argument, then reader calls him,, hijo de puta" Which means son of a bitch and it ends with rough and dominant smut?

Thanks, and you don't have to write it if ur uncomfortable ❤🫶

CLÁSICO - FERMIN

summary: fermin losses a game and he doesn't like your reaction to it.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Its so short and not very detailed and im sorry about that

:(

warnings: smut

"Fuck" You muttered under your breath as the final whistle of the game was blown. Barcelona had just lost 2-1 against real madrid.

You knew how important that game was to Fermin, he had talked about it months before how easy they're gonna beat them.

You sighed and gained Mikkys attention with that. "Are you okay?" She asked while she put a hand on your shoulder.

"Fermin is gonna be in a great mood now." You exhaled deeply and she then shook her head.

"He won't be that bad, don't worry." mikky smiled and Frenkie stood up.

They dropped you off at Fermins house, thats where the two of you usually hang out.

After sitting on your phone for what felt like an eternity you heard the door swin open.

"Hey" You smiled widely as you watched him throw his things to the ground. "You played amazin-" You tried to say but Fermin cut you off.

"Not now, leave me alone." Fermin said coldly while looking straight into your eyes and then walked past you to the couch.

You were a bit taken aback by his words, you knew that he would be in a bad mood, but not THIS bad.

"I get that you're angry, but you don't have to take it out on me?" You snapped back at him, you were fully right. Just because they lost, shouldn't give Fermin the right to be mad at you.

And Fermin knew that too.

"Y/n, just please leave me alone. Not now, really not now." Fermin turned to face you to say this, after he explained to you he turned around again.

"Hijo de puta." You whispered under your breath as you turned around, wanting to walk the other way.

Then you heard heavy footsteps coming closer to you at a rapid speed.

"Who the fuck are you calling a son of a bitch?" Strong hands gripped your wrists and pinned you the the wall. Your breath hitched at the sudden motion and you saw Fermin staring at you.

He wasn't aggressive, he was calm, but you knew that he was in a bad mood and he was not to mess with.

"Go upstairs." Fermin pointed to the stairs and slowly let go of your wrists. As you walked away he spanked your ass hardly, you were sure it left a mark.

As you went upstairs you sat down on the bed, not knowing what to do, until the door swung open again.

"Why are you clothed?" Fermin almost stormed inside and then goes over to you.

"You didn't tell me what to do." You mumbled as he leaned closer to you.

"Do I have to tell you to come on my dick for you to do it? No. Get naked." Fermin said in a harsh voice which was just in above a whisper.

As you took off your shirt Fermin watched you, the same with the pants, and you were left in underwear in front of him he started to take off his clothes too until he was left in his boxers. Fermin then nudged his head toward the king sized bed with black covers.

"Lie down" Fermin mumbled and of course you did, he crawled over you on all fours. He then leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't gentle or sweet like other times, it was possesive, dominant and aggressive.

The heat between your legs only grew as his hands started sliding under you and groping your ass. He then took off your pants and your panties too, you whined as soon as the cold air hit your arousal.

You moaned silently into his mouth, Fermin pulled away.

"If you make a fucking noise again you wont come the whole night." Fermin told you, he was just a few millimeters away from your face.

Then you instantly nodded your head, not daring to say another word.

The kiss got more heated and Fermin opened your bra, sliding it down your arms he didn't break the kiss once. The only thing he did is release his right hand from your ass and squeeze your tit instead.

Moaning almost felt like a need now as he ran his hands down to your throbbing clit.

"Your cunt is so wet." Fermin groaned while he took off his pants and his shirt.

Then his hands traveled up to yohr mouth as he stuck two fingers inside your mouth for you to wet his fingers. As he was satisfied with you licking and sucking around his fingers he pulled them out of your mouth, a string of salvia connecting his fingers with your mouth still.

You whimpered as he slid his fingers into your pussy. You felt him his fingers run around your walls and eventually he pulled out and brought his hand to pump his hand up and down his dick a couple of times before he teased your entrance.

"Don't make a sound." Fermin gave you a look and you nodded, swallowing while he thrusted inside of you immediately, without any warning or giving you any time to adjust.

"Fermin" You moaned out and he pulled out of you for a second before thursting back even harder. He made you scream and you were sure that your neighbours are gonna file a complaint but it felt so damn good.

You felt a heat building up in your stomach when Fermin pushed down on your lower abdomen and made it feel even tighter inside of you.

He threw his head back while his thrusts became sloppy and then also started rubbing your clit.

It didn't take long for him to come but just as you felt your climax approach he pulled out of you and looked at his load spilling out of your pussy.

You gave him a questioning look as to why he didn't finish you off but he smiled.

"Bad girls don't get to come." He kissed your cheek and lied down next to you, hugging you tight. "Goodnight amor."

That dickhead.

#barca #fc barcelona #gavi #fanfic #football #futbol #mustread #espana #fermin x reader #fermin smut #fermin lopez #ferminlopezmarin #x reader #fanfiction #barcelona #barca fc

[pablitogavii]

Can you write something angsty and smuttywith Gavi, having a hard time because of the alc, thinking that reader will want to leave him because he’s no longer doing football but she reassures him ? Thanksss

Be mine

Some months after the injury, Pablo really got into a depressive state and the two of you broke up. He said he wasn't giving you what he deserve and wanted you to keep going without him.

Restless nights, tears and screaming followed as you begged him not to do all of this. You knew he loved you, but you also stopped recognizing this boy as your Pablo.

There was no more smile, laughs and positivity in his life. You understood what he was going through and wanted to stay besides him but when he asked you to leave, that's all you could do.

After three months, you were finally sleeping again and didn't cry at least once a day. You had to keep living and despite missing him more every day, you decided to give your dating life a chance again.

angel: can't wait to see you!

you: me too :)

After replying you looked through your wardrobe for an outfit internally thanking yourself for packing away Gavi's jerseys into a box so you don't see them. It was a hard day but it helped you be able to move on somehow.

You called Mikky to show her your options and she was currently on the call glad to see you finally smiling again.

"Is he a nice guy, or should I get the boys to fix him up for you???" she said and you smiled knowing he talked about players who were still your closest friends. They were all disappointed when they heard about the breakup.

"He's sweet. We don't know each other that well" you say putting on the jewelry feeling a lump in your throat wondering if you're making a big mistake. But then you reminded yourself that Pablo wanted you to leave ... and you had to move on.

"I'm glad you're in this place now girl, it warms my heart to see your smile again" she said and you smiled nodding your head and refocusing on getting ready for your date.

Meanwhile Frenkie, Pedri and Balde went to visit Pablo at home where he lived in complete chaos. His parents traveled back home for some work and he was in even worse state than before.

"Y/n's going on a date tonight ..." Frenkie said and everyone gave him a stern look. But he had something in mind ... he knew Pablo still loved you and he needed to snap out of all of it.

"Frenkie!" Pedri said and Pablo looked at him with terrified face

"He needs to hear the truth! You broke up with a love of your life who wanted to be there fore you! You're a fool Gavi!" Frenkie said and Pablo was gulping fighting back tears.

"This isn't helping him hermano ..." Balde said when pablo went to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of the boys.

"This is the only thing that can help him" Frenkie said.

Meanwhile Pablo opened instagram only to find your new post ...it was true ...he messed it all up ...you're not his anymore.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Date night 🍷

comentarios:

mikkykiemeney: beautiful 😍

y.n.bebe: 💗💗💗

gavibaby: i can't get over that it's not with gavi 😨

pablitoo: she belongs with gaviiii😍

y.n.fanss: they are no longer together so respect her!

pedri: miss you hermanita!

y.n.bebe: miss you!!!

ansufati: we need to hang out soon!

y.n.bebe: yesss!!!

barcafans: everyone loves y/n!!!

y.n.bebe: siempre cule!

Pablo couldn't get comfortable to sleep that night. All he could think about is where you were, who you were with, and weather you were safe ... he just wanted you safe in his arms right now.

The whole dinner you were bored ...the guy was trying really hard ...but you couldn't help think of the first date you had with Gavi ...the way you looked at each other ...the butterflies in your stomach.

Just then the last thing you expected happened, your phone rang and you saw Pablo's message on the screen. You froze. His name on your screen was a nice memory.

pablitooo: please come over. i need you. it's important.

you: On my way

You excused yourself taking an Uber and giving them Pablo's address. You were so nervous praying that he was fine no matter what. The first thought is that he fell and got more hurt.

You knocked and Pablo slowly walked towards the door feeling sweaty and nervous. He was gonna see you first time since few months. He slowly opened reveling your worried eyes.

"Thank God you're fine" was all you said and he smiled remembering how panicked you used to be whenever he would get hurt especially since the surgery. He missed that.

"Please come in preciosa ..." Pablo said and you felt a shiver move down your spine, that nickname.

"Would you like coffee or tea? I still have your black tea." he said and you said it was fine because you didn't want him to stand on that leg knowing he must still be in pain.

"You look beautiful tonight ... and always" he said and you blushed. God why was Gavi flirting with you now. It drove you mad as usual.

"I had a date ..." you said seeing his eyes drop. It was hurting him but you wanted to see if he even cared anymore.

"I know ... Frenkie told me today" he said after gulping heavily

"Of course he did. What did you want?" you say trying to keep guard because after giving up on you he really did hurt you. It was obvious tho that he still and always will own your heart ... after all you were at his house now.

"I wanted to take you away from him. I couldn't handle it preciosa. I'm sorry." he said and you appreciated that he was honest. You knew it was the truth because you knew he still loved you too.

"You calling me preciosa ..." you say and he interrupted

"I'm sorry" he said quietly

"I missed it" you said and it was a grand surprise for him.

"I don't deserve you ..." he said turning around and you sigh getting up and walking to him sitting down on his lap making sure it's on his healthy leg.

"Are you pushing me away again Pablito ..." you say running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you with tearful eyes.

"Besame ..." you whisper and he sighs staring at your lips longingly.

"I'm broken preciosa ... and broken people break others" he was crying now and you were caressing his face resting your forehead against his.

"I'm broken without you ..." you were crying too now and he held your face drying off your tears and finally done what he should have done the first moment he saw you again. His lips were dancing with yours as everything suddenly stopped and you were each others whole world.

"Be mine ...please be mine again" he was gasping into your mouth and you smiled nodding fast and continuing to kiss him repeatedly feeling hungry and desperate.

pablogavi

Be mine?

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frenkiedejong: finally hermano!

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y.n.bebe: love you amigooo!!!

y.n.bebe

I belong with him 💗💗💗

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[jobesbabe]

Matchday feels / Pablo Gavi

warnings- none, just fluff!

summary- after losing a game, pablo is thankful he still has you to hold the whole time.

a/n- hi im lina! this is my first time writing a one shot so please be kind and repost/ give me some feedback if you’ve enjoyed

ps- match spoken about is really made up, some parts true but mostly my creation so dont be like, “thats not how it happened!”

You had met Pablo when you were early on in uni. As uni student scrambling around place to place with messy hair and loungewear on, you had never expected to meet the Pablo Gavi. But you had, and he was smitten. He was grabbing the team’s coffee orders from a local café (as commanded to by pedri) when he accidentally picked up the lid of Ferran’s iced caramel macchiato haphazardly sloshing the contents of it onto a girl studying on her computer. That girl was you. You had been soaked, he instantly pulled off his hoodie, offering it to you, his undershirt coming up a bit in the process causing your eyes to linger. You took it and explained to him it wasn’t a problem and just an honest mistake. The rest was history.

Today, you were going to another one of his matches, and you knew it would be hard. It was El Clásico, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Real Madrid had been shaping themselves up to quite a team. You wished Pablo good luck by shooting him a quick text with a few hearts. You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make it to this game because of some exams for your major. You hadn’t told him when the exam got cancelled due to your professor landing tickets to El Clásico himself . You wanted to support him and surprise him and thought of no better way than putting on his jersey and tying your hair back in the loose braid he loved so much. You knew just him seeing you would motivate him for the game more. after Finishing up your hair, you laced up your nike blazers and tucked in his too big jersey a bit. You were ready for the game.

You arrived at Camp Nou a half hour before kick off. It was chilly, but nothing a barcelona scarf couldn’t fix. As you made your way up to your seat, you saw the other wags mingling among each other. As soon as Mikky saw you, she stopped her conversation and squealed. You two had been instant best friends, just those people you know click. She wrapped you in a tight hug before talking.

“you told me you couldn’t come today!” she exclaimed.

“Professors a fan, He got tickets, class was cancelled!” you explained

she smiled with a knowing look, and wrapped her arm around you. You two looked iconic and you knew it.

Soon enough, the match started, excitement erupting from all over the stands. You were holding your breath, hoping, praying Barcelona would take home the win.

After taking an early lead, Real Madrid looked comfortable. Jude Bellingham had managed to get a goal in through the incredible wall that was ter Stegen. Mikky and you sighed deeply and yelled for your boys. After a missed shot by Vini Jr, ter Stegen made an incredible pass to Frenkie, who bolted up the field like a gazelle. He looked quick, saw Gavi open and passed him the ball in a brilliant cross. Gavi saw his opportunity and shot in the left corner of the goal, all the way in the back of the net. You and Mikky gripped each other and cheered as Frenkie and Gavi celebrated. Frenkie pointed up to you and Mikky while talking to Pablo and you saw his face light up. You were his cheerleader, always cheering for your darling boy. He made a heart and pointed up at you, his smile huge now. You were sure that tonight Gavi would be eager to tell you and everyone else all about that goal and how he saw you up there.

as the first half rushed by, nobody else scored. The referee blew the whistle for halftime and the whole team was ecstatic. They were tied, but Gavi’s goal had given them hope.

As the boys poured out of the tunnel ready for kickoff of the second half, you noticed gavi take a seat on the bench. ‘nooo!’ you wanted to scream, but you knew Xavi knew better and had a bigger plan.

But no, as the minutes ticked by, no plan came. Defense was getting tired and offense was lacking opportunities. Real madrid was definitely taking advantage of this rushing not one, not two, but three goals into the back of the net. You sighed. Watching Gavi fidget on the bench didnt help you, and you doubted Mikky felt any ounce better with Frenkie being benched a few minutes ago either.

As the referee blew his final whistle, you sighed. A 4-1 loss was heavy. Especially for Barcelona. Mikky and you waited patiently for your respective boyfriends before saying goodbye. The ride home with Pablo wasn’t unpleasant. He held your hand and you two often felt comfort in the silence. You wanted to offer comfort and tell him he played amazing. You knew that would only make him feel worse. You opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside with you.

“Pablito,” you start, and are engulfed by a quietly breathing Pablo who rocks back and forth like that with you for a few minutes.

You nod, understanding the need for silence and comfort and continue the long tight hug. You tilt your head up to leave a few kisses on his neck and jawline. He meets your lips in a long passionate one. Once you pull away, he wraps you up in his arms again.

“Thank You,” He mumbles against your forehead before kissing it briefly. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ahh thats it! i hope you like it! comment, repost like, follow, etc! idk but love you all!

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavi x reader #fc barcelona #footballer imagine #footballer x reader

[fras-redacted-shapes]

Archiving these answer from this +10 years old AMA

Q: Was the Dark Presence created by Thomas Zane? Sam: The Dark Presence has always been there. Thomas Zane has not.

Q: Why is it an ocean, and not a lake? Sam: It’s bigger than a lake. The lake is just a hole to get to the ocean. It’s boundless, our world is just an island in that ocean.

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Q: If you could make Alan Wake 2, what would you do differently? Was there anything specific that you learned from Alan Wake 1? Sam: In this line of work, you never stop learning. Each project teaches you a lot. And I hope that each new one is better in some ways than the previous one. For AW2, there would definitely be less dark forests and more gameplay variety.

LESS DARK FORESTS HAHAHA

Q: If you weren't working for Remedy, what studio could you see yourself being a part of? Sam: If you asked my colleague Mikki Rautalahti (an awesome writer), he'd say a dance studio. But the truth is, no studio probably, I'd be writing blogs like This House of Dreams, or novels. That's what I'll do when I retire.

Q: My name is Joshua Lake… Would be sweet to be related to someone as awesome as you Sam: …daddy?

#remedyversetxt #remedy games #alan wake

[mikki-does-simp]

cliché & sappy romances - mha students : “I love you.”

just little blurbs of a moment that is akin to a regular romantic cliche with the star phrase “I love you”! also sort of turned into my celebration of 20 posts on this blog

characters: Izuku Midoriya, Tsuyu Asui, Denki Kaminari, Togaru Kamakiri, Reiko Yanagi

warnings: mild mentions of mutilation (not human) for Tsuyu Asui, gn!reader (tried to make it as personality/non-specific-characteristic inclusive), established relationships, other than that none, me being mad at inconsistent quality of photos and literally none for the characters that i’m looking for-

Reiko Yanagi - “If actions are worth a thousand words, then why isn’t everything communicated with just that? The meaning of... ‘I love you’ is... simple, but powerful.” :

Reiko was not sure if she believed that a single action could be worth one thousand words. After all, she was quite the expert on words, her almost lyrical musings of language being so complex and filled with her thought that not everyone could even translate or understand it. She sort of accepted this fact, and she still enjoyed what she could do with her skill and expertise. She even often went to the internet to find content she could enjoy, and shared her own ideas through these words- so, how was something like body movement that has a wildly different interpretation from person to person be ‘better’?

She was scrolling through her phone, leaning on you just as much as you were leaning on her in the little spot you both had on the couch. You were absorbed in your own little thing as well, being totally okay with that perfect, comfortable, mutual silence. Sometimes, no words can make a difference, since over-explaining can diminish meaning of words. Peace. Relaxation. Comfort. Joy. Love. These were words that could accurately describe the feeling in the room. Yet, in some way; Yanagi knew they were incomplete. Though, she could probably find more complex adjectives for show. Tranquility. Quietude. Jubilation, Intimacy. Well, those were a little cut above; I mean.

You both continued this silence, not really feeling interested in having conversation. Not in a bad way, but exhaustion of one’s brain is definitely a very real thing, and if conversation was to be truly meaningful, they needed to be working properly to do so. So, Reiko continues her scrolling on her feed to find the latest horror news, and you continue with your own little task just next to her, enjoying the physical closeness and mutual fondness of being able to stay attached to the hip like this despite not being interested in talking. Though, you were beginning to feel a little drowsier than when this interaction first started, so you lean in a little closer to Reiko’s shoulders to nestle yourself in. She finds it cute, so she adjusts herself to let you stay.

It doesn’t take more than three minutes stat to have you falling asleep, and Reiko didn’t even notice for the next five that you were actually fully unconscious on her shoulder like that- oh dear- maybe she could use her quirk to pick you up and set you to bed?- Though, that also was a little risky... After much deliberation, she decides to just leave you in that position... after all, you ought to wake up soon- fortunately, she was wrong, and after maybe around an hour, she was shocked with the realization that, you were so comfortable around her that you were one hundred percent willing to let your guard down completely with her in your presence. It actually... said a lot to her. Whoa. With that, she also took the move to move in closer, brushing her head against your forehead and lightly kissing it, just in private to herself; before eventually finding herself waking up entangled in your arms, just as you are hers; on the couch.

Togaru Kamakiri - “Despite all that... you’re TOO important to just give up on. That would be a damn tragedy. . . Love ‘ya.” :

Kamakiri thought he would be safe from falling. Now, in both senses; he has unmatched reflexes and reaction times, almost known for his quick clutches and speedy reactions. Then again, that also held significance in a figurative sense as well. He never fell behind in terms of anything in life, seizing opportunity, having a blast of a time, his training akin to his dream of becoming a pro hero and saving lives, and even his academics (he wasn’t the best per-say, but he was far from the worst of the lot) and most importantly, he never thought he would fall for someone. Ironic to his quirk, not even the sharpest blade or even cannon could take the walls he lifted up to protect himself emotionally- or, so he thought, unfortunately.

A few months ago, if he traveled to the future and saw himself in... this situation, he would have laughed. so. hard. and then probably threw up out of shock right after. Togaru in a cafe, despite hating to go out to eat because of the cost of food, despite hating the fact that he was sitting outside of the cafe on the tables there instead of inside, where it was a lot cooler and he would get stared at just a little less: and finally, despite the fact that he was going steady with you of all people for just about half a year now. You and him, on a date in the city. It almost felt it was just the two of you existing with no one else in the entire world, someone special that finally made a little puzzle piece in his brain go... click! A truly rooted connection; one that was unexpected; but with time, was welcomed with closed but still willing arms. 

Someone like you, who never ridiculed him for the way he dressed or looked or talked; someone who was considerate of everyone in their own way and kind, but was hardly a pushover or someone actively seeking constant protection. Quite the contrary, actually. One of the first traits he noticed and actively admired was your strength, in your own special way. He was snapped out of these thoughts when the bell of door did a little jingle, and the waiter finally coming out with the food you two had ordered. For you, a downsized version of a matcha pound cake, in all it’s green glory and almond glaze. For Kamakiri, a simple coffee jelly and a little bit of cream. They weren’t terribly over-expensive, but they were most definitely worth the cost. Simply delicious. He admits that, at first; he was a little cold to those he met, but he wasn’t heartless or even all that quote en quote ‘mean’. Kamakiri is a hype-man, someone who is a lot friendlier than at first glance. It wasn’t really all that much of a surprise that he was willing to go despite what it may have seemed like. 

He watches as you take a bite of the matcha cake, clearly enjoying it and savoring it; he himself taking delight in your joyed expression- (he wouldn’t admit that, not just yet) although, maybe it was a little bit of a surprise when mid sentence, you started devouring the cake just because it was so utterly tasty. Eventually you come to a pause, needing to catch your breath- but oh my, Togaru is definitely trying and failing not to laugh at you the absurdity. Not in a mean spirited way, though. He notices that there is a few crumbs stuck to some almond glaze on the corner of your mouth, and without really thinking much about it, he leans over to brush it off with his thumb. There is a long- quite awkward pause, his face starting to heat up from his neck and even a little bit of his shoulders upward, finding himself at a loss of words. Now that was rare of him. You catch the tip of his thumb in your mouth, not wanting to miss the opportunity of more- just one bit- and may the lord or whatever the hell was watching him from some place above praise Togaru’s own special strength, or he might have just passed out from sheer embarrassment. Despite all that, deep down, he knew he was sure enough to proclaim and acknowledged the love you two shared.

Tsuyu Asui - “I don’t know if anyone else would believe me but... i can say with confidence that I know I love you. There is no other way to truly word it.” : 

The more time spent with another person, the more you tend to get quite comfortable with them. You become unafraid of the unsure. The foul. The utterly disgusting, along with the beauty behind it. Just behind you, Tsuyu pops out of the water after being under for a couple minutes. You grin, pushing aside the heavy reeds of the horribly muddy marsh and waddling through to meet her in the middle. She stands up to her full height instead of crouching and walking under the water like some innocent kiddo impersonating a classic evil Disney villain, then turning her head off to a certain direction. You aren’t even surprised at all when she asks you to join her in looking at a couple carcasses of animals she spotted on the other side of the marsh while checking it out. Tsu was always quite blunt and insanely honest, something that came with the double edged sword, but to you, it just added to a plethora of traits that just made you like her even moreso.

It takes about three minutes of pushing through the public marsh until you spot them, nose wrinkling at the foul smell; but your brain piquing with curiosity. You finally reach the spot with her, and eventually identify the mass of rotting flesh. It was a crane, half eaten at it’s body and face almost torn off all the way, probably from some sort of preadator… you both stand there in silence for a minute, and you look to Asui, unsure of what to do. Then, Tsuyu unabashedly picks up the carcass (don’t worry though, she has gloves on) and starts moving to her left, being pretty sure that you would follow. She announces that she was going to have a proper burial for a crane, since even the cycle of life ashamed them for not being fully eaten.

Despite being in total shock, you still follow your girlfriend; off to somewhere a little sturdier where you two could dig a sort of grave. The work is started, the crane being put aside as at first, the dryer patch of land was dug out; then the hauling of the rock to be used for the gravestone, and for an extra touch, native flowers used to decorate the area. The actual burial is a little slower, taking more care of the carcass; and Tsu giving an impromptu speech about how life was precious and that paying respects to every creature was vital to a good life. The burial is finished a little sooner than you would have expected, though; ending with a moment of silence as the two of you sit on your knees next to the grave of the crane.

Asui throws another curveball, after you two were walking back to get on the main road. Yes, she was very blunt and honest; but she had never said “I love you” in your few happy months of dating until right now, the arguably least romantic situation (burying a dead crane carcass) ever seen. You’re tempted to ask about it, but Tsu beats you to it, explaining that she was now 100% sure that she loved you, and that of course, because of her nature; she wouldn’t just say something like that for the sake of it. She didn’t plan to regret it anytime soon, if not ever. Though, she seemed to understand whether or not you could say the same. Love had to grow from square one, but it was also boundless. No limits of all life, the good; evil, ugly, charming, whimsical parts of it.

Denki Kaminari - “Eh, there’s no need for that grandiose display, all i want is you! I love you, maybe even a lot more than you think I do!” :

It was no secret Kaminari was quite a lively guy. He was a social butterfly, aiming to be a top hero on top of that. He loved music, games, and all the other things that a guy like him would be expected to enjoy. I mean, he was absolutely as jolting and wild as electricity itself, living up to his name and persona. With you, even when you just started dating, it was no different. Always super affectionate (and trying his best not to overstep your boundaries, but not being perfect every time), showing you off to his friends; much to your pleasure/embarrassment, and displays of pride and affection that were just about borderline cringe if you squinted hard enough. Though, you never blamed him for it, just his way of showing his admiration and care for you.

Despite that, at some points; you felt sort of... uneasy just letting him do all the pulling in terms of these displays. Although you weren’t as... much as he was with this, you thought that it would at least give some justice if you tried pulling off the same feats. Eventually, you started your planning, and Kaminari; although he is a little bit of a dunce, he wasn’t stupid; and could see you had something... suspicious planned. This unfolded over the course of a couple weeks, but as much as he whined and begged you to spill at least something about it, you wouldn’t budge. The day of the surprise came quickly, and you were about to blow. his. mind. I mean, in your head; it was practically perfect! Just needed to finish that preparation and pick a perfect day to put on the show…

Though, after all is said and done, though; he almost looks... confused. Very happy, but confused. It was the first sort of attempt at something like this, but in his personal opinion, it seemed a little forced on your end. Although he was ever grateful for what you did, and knew the genuine heart behind it, damn if he didn’t imagine what strain it put on you. Kaminari confronts you about this in a lower tone than normal, and although that first; it was hard to pry out and manage the words, you confess your failed recreation of a heartfelt display of affection to a lackluster over-the-top declaration, unlike him. If the mood was any more serious, he might have laughed and tried to cheer you up, but deep down; he knew he had to try his best to keep serious, since this was something important he couldn’t let just pass by and resurface in a serious, more problematic type way. That night ended with more than a couple of hugs and kisses, and comfortable silence knowing that although actions were also pretty good, Denki intended to keep and make good use of his word. Not many things beat the gesture or uttering of such a phrase…. ‘I love you’.

Izuku Midoriya - “I love them, and there isn’t anything stopping me from doing just that! I’m not a pushover with this, either; not anymore!” :

“Love” is such a simple word, but with the changing weight of a claymore sword and ballpoint pen, the changing density of a puddle akin to an ocean. Ever since getting into his first relationship, Midoriya found himself deep in thought about the implications of said feeling from time to time. Though, it was evidently clear that no logic could amount to the bubbling and raw feelings inside of him when it came to you. Not even a hundred notebooks filled to the brim on information could even make a dent. You appreciated him for who he was, and all the subscriptions of antics that came with it. Perfectly canny match, even; strength and sensitivity, mutuality and bonding. Though, there were some that seemed to think otherwise.

You were devastated when you found out, even. Someone you trusted? with many things, someone you confide in. They wouldn’t say anything to him directly, but if they got a moments noticed, there were some quite hurtful comments they opinionated about annoyance with behavior and weakness on Midoriyas end. I mean, although you could sort of see why someone might think of that… you were torn, for fucks sake! You enjoyed both of them, but the growing guilt inside you was getting almost too much to bear. When it finally boiled down, Midoriya didn’t even seem to fight back against it… the situation ended in ice, with no one triumphant, but a heavy feeling in the entirety of the situation.

Eventually, you decided to try to just put it away, after all; you probably weren’t going to get over it otherwise, but Midoriya brings it up before he goes to bed for the night, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep without talking about it to you. The conversation is utterly dragged on into the depths of your soul, and it was just as much painful as it was relieving to have this talk about what had happened with the trusted friend. Near the end where you are both too tired to continue emotionally and literally, Midoriya leans in to embrace you into a warm and long hug, firmly embracing you as he mutters the little nothings about you that he enjoys so much, and about how much he loves you, by extension. Eventually, you two have to pull away before you fall asleep right while standing in the warmth, and bade each-other good night, your mind a lot clearer being reminded of a simple fact. Love was a weight worth holding, especially for him.

#mikki-fluffpost #tw: mutilation #unfortunately i can't just write for 1B if i ever want to get reach lol #ignore all these tags lmao #bhna #mha #mha x gender neutral reader #i cant actually take midoriya seriously but sure why not ToT #bhna x reader #my hero acedamia #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #tsuyu asui #tsuyu asui x reader #denki kaminari #kaminari x you #kaminari x reader #kaminari x y/n #denki x y/n #togaru kamakiri #togaru x reader #reiko yanagi #reiko x reader #midoriya x y/n #deku x y/n #denki x gender neutral reader #apologies if there is obvious favoritism it is just a little hard for me to write class 1A because i havent in soooo long- #it's togaru-fucking-kamakiri im sorry that out of all these characters the ones i simp for the hardest is the mantis- jk not really LMAO

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 79)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this has narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Sorry for taking too long to post and for the short update. I didn't really get a chance to write, and work is getting in the way of my fan girl life lol Anyway, I'm leaving y'all with this very short update and then I'll start with groveling haha

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[ira-hydrangea]

Replaced Au? Not really.... Final Part

That night, Eva disappear. The only one that knows what happened to her is only a few students.

Mc cure has been healed and now they try to heal after that terrible illness while also learning about magic.

No one talks about Eva and Mc is too busy trying magic and getting fascinated by their power. The boys watched in the background with a fond smile.

"You know... I never see Eva again. Where did she go?" Mc, asks suddenly. The first-year group stay silent before they look at Mc in confusion.

"Eva? Who is that?"

"Eh? you know that another magicless student beside me? You guys are the ones that introduced her to me." Mc explains while looking equally confused.

Deuce smiled awkwardly, "Um... We never accepted any new student."

"Yep. Besides, who wants to transfer in the middle of the semester?" ask Epel.

Ace smirk at Mc, "perhaps that long sleep really messed with your memory, Mc~. Did you need to go back to sleep to retrieve the memory?"

Mc pout before huffing, "...maybe. Ah! Just forget it."

"I once heard that anyone tends to confuse reality and dreams after a long illness. Maybe we should get you checked with Malleus or Lilia just to make sure." said Jack.

Mc then agree and followed them to get checked with Malleus. After that, they try to ask others and the answer they got is the same as their first-year group. So they decide to drop it and just accept that they just dreaming about that Eva person.

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A mysterious girl starts to wander around aimlessly in some town. When she got evacuated and get questioned, she can't even remember anything. And the only thing, she mumbles is the loss of heart. The investigation team tried to discover anything about the girl but there not a single piece of data appeared. No one knows her identity and her case created so much conspiracy.

The close piece of information they can closely match is the lost girl file that come 100 years ago. While their characteristics match each other, there is no way the lost girl can survive that long without aging. And so, the case is deemed as Unsolved Case.

The girl then gets put in so kind of mental institution for further investigation and observation while the police try everything they could to figure out her identity and what happen to her.

The end.

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Okay. This series has finally finished. It's short, I know. But I didn't want to make a long fiction about this one or I can easily lose interest 😅.

I like to say that the 'rest of the story can be imagined later.' You guys can send a brain rot about this chapter and I can answer them while enjoying my holiday trip. Just don't expect me to answer it every day.

I will continue the event later after the new year. Thank you so much for you that have requested it. Now I'm officially closing the event for 1.100 followers!

I see you guys in the next piece of writing. Byee~

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Worship (noun):

1. the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity.

2. great admiration or devotion shown towards a person or principle.

I have a lot of thoughts about Carlos Sainz Jr and it's about time i shared them. I'm trying to write a fanfic but i'm finding it difficult to articulate my ideas, this was is test run of sorts to see if I can communicate a message in a way that makes sense. Enjoy. Credits under the cut.

‘Hope is the biggest of our foolish things’ -Alfred de Vingy // Mark Thompson for Getty Images // Carlos Sainz believes he deserves F1 seat // ‘To wish was to hope and to hope was to expect’ -Jane Austen // Carlos Sainz’s last race with Toro Rosso // ‘Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack’ -Brandon Sanderson // Sky Sports // Marina And The Diamonds, Oh No! // It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story’ -Patrick Rothfuss // Medium // An ode to my father, the matador // ‘Maybe if you sleep where another person sleeps and do what that person does, then eventually you’ll start turning into that person’ -Jack Cheng // Ferrari, one name two destinies // Jos and Carlos Sr on their sons’ rookie seasons // ‘Christianity is a religion built around a father who does not rescue his son. It is the story of a son whose father is a ghost’ -Terrance Hayes // Carlos Sainz poses with his father // Jos and Carlos Sr on their sons’ rookie seasons // ‘Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be’ -Orson Scott Card // Sky Sports // Junior status; Sharing dad’s name a mixed bag // ‘Who did I think we were. Who did I think I could make you. This is the oldest mistake, to confuse wanting with magic.’ -Marty McConnell Emily Kagan Trenchard // Sainz thrilled with first podium after Hamilton penalty // The Crane Wives, The Moon Will Sing // ‘If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?’ -Jodi Picoult // Top Gear // Carlos Sainz: the boy who became a man // Motorsport.com // Mikky Ekko, Who Are You Really? // ‘Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us’ -Donna Tartt // RacingNews365 // Max Verstappen tells Carlos Sainz ‘I felt sorry for you’ // Racefans // Carlos Sainz has openly discussed his contract regulations // CNN // Sainz wins thrilling Singapore GP // ‘Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?’ -Louise Glück // Sky Sports // Carlos Sainz Sr Wikipedia // 'Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered' -Tory Adkisson // Sydney Morning Herald // Planet F1 // Luvbug, Icarus // ‘Sometimes I prayed so hard for God to materialize at the foot of my bed it would start to happen; then I’d beg it to stop, and it would.’ -Marie Howe, // ‘Click here to be saved’, unable to find original author // ‘God’s favorite follower’ by Tumblr user quiet-plaything // ‘God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn’t have given us memory’ -Vi Khi Nao //  ‘What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God’ -Chcuk Palahniuk // John Mayer, In The Blood // ScuderiaFans //

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