#because he wasnt part of the pts yet

[madebyrolo]

Pouge Princess

Rafe Cameron x reader

she/her

Rafe takes an interest in y/n as she’s working in her family’s food truck. Over the years Rafe has came just to see her but she doesn’t know that.

*not proof read or edited

Pt.2

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Y/n was a pouge, she lived on that side of the Island. She wasn’t exactly like how the stereotype describe them. though. She was in a somewhat happy family, kitchen table bills, well mannered and cared about her education. Her parents tried giving her the best they could and they tried to bring themself up and it was working.

Whenever they threw small party’s they would invite almost everyone, they loved their food and the family. Her family owned a small food truck in the figure 8 area. It was a drive but it was a smark marketing move they made. The tourists were a big part and the rich money hungry local families. They never really cooked or did any happy family matter thing. They had maids or butlers to do it and money to burn, so when it would come to their dinner or lunch they bought.

They made the best tacos in the whole island as a lot would say. They grew their own ingredients to make the sals, toppings, fruit. Her uncle working in a butcher shop who helped them buy fresh meat at a discounted price, an aunt who made their homemade juices/water and tortillas. Their whole family helped them with the business like saving up for the food truck and all working togther splitting profits.

Y/n worked some after school and weekend shifts. That was her way of getting her allowance of $30 a week. To a kook they would see that as cruel but for her that seemed reasonable. She saved and saved since she was 13 to buy an old 2000a Honda crv, her parents helped her obviously but she was able to pay for it 70% herself. It wasn’t the prettiest, it had some rust on the ends and it had about 107,349 miles on it but it was perfect for a starter car, and the gas was good. She got it when she was 15 and spent nights cruising and exploring the island with her friend John B, Jj, Pope and Kiara before John B got the Twinkie.

They met in elementary school but they finally formed as a group in junior high. When they hung out it was practically everyday. In school they would have lunch but then go straight to John’s bs house. Jj was the pothead of the group so when he got his money he spent not on weed, lighters, grinders and rolling paper. Sometimes he would ask y/n parents to pick up shifts for when he was running low on money. He wasn’t the smartest with money but “weed was his outlet” she tried not to scold him and let him be him. Pope was the straight A student, he was smarter than anyone she knew including herself. He was wise and had somewhat good judgment. Kiara the born kook yet chose the pouge life, she had a fiery personalit, and was a environmentalist. She was a nice sweet soul although doesn’t make the best decisions. And John b, the group leader. He was wise in his way, street smart and a strong independent. He had some walls up but he was nicest one out of all of them.

Y/n had her little shifts at the food truck weekend mornings and sometimes after school when it was in session. In the summer she would work longer hours due to the higher population and popularity due to the tourist. She didn’t mind, she made good money especially with tips. The older look men would leave $5 minimum and as well the boys around her age. The tourist $5 max because one it’s good food and two she was y/n. It was no lie y/n was pretty, the pouges, kooks and tourist knew it, she did too. She wasnt too cocky but if she knew she could get a bigger tip she would do it. It was sad to see some of the dude actually take it seriously but a hustle a hustle. She had her fans, Topper and Rafe being some of them. Topper loved the food and Rafe loved the view.

Since it was summer time y/n would work in a bathroom suit top and denim shorts, sometimes with a shirt but working in the small metal truck with a girl on 24/7 with the outer banks heat made it hot quick. Sure they had fans but they only did so much. Today was Saturday around 12:30pm, it was the busy and hottest time of day. Luckily Jj picked up a shift today helping her with the grill. They’ve made at least 3pounds of meat already and it hasn’t even hit dinner time. As a duo they make great tips. They older adult thinks he the one actually seasoning and stripping the meat even though it was pre marinated the night before which gives it the taste people like. The younger girls thinking he’s a hot blond boy wearing nothing but a white fitted tank top with his chain dangling when he would reach down giving them their food, tipping way more money then their parents gave them.

It hit 2:00 it was slowly dying down. They were able to turn off 1 grill out of the 3 and able to chill out. They were finally able to talk one on one and kept telling small things they noticed customers do like one kid studdering when they saw jj and an old lady struggling to count out her and the sweetest kid helping. They’re favorite is when the mom yelled at a poor girl for tipping $10 but not cause jj was hot just because she didn’t understand money. They were giggling away when their 2 “favorite” customers showed up.

“Welcome to Sunburn Siesta, what can I get you” y/n asked as she grab her notepad.

“Can I get a 5 carne asada tacos and a watermelon aqua fresca please” Topper said in the most adorable English accent making y/n smile a bit.

“Lemme get 5 shrimp tacos and a coke” Rafe said grabbing his black card out his wallet while staring at the boy at the grill. She takes the card swiping it and handing it back.

“It’ll be out in 5 minutes I’ll call your names.” Y/n tells them. As jj is cooking the meats, y/n heats up the tortillas and prepares the plates. She sets the drinks on the counter letting them know they can grab them.

They boys are good tippers and as much as jj wants to spit in their food he makes sure to make it to perfection. After a couple minutes the plates are ready and she calls their name.

“Topper and Rafe your order is ready!” She shouts placing it on the counter. Topper gets up from the picnic table early excited for his tacos.

“Oh my god y/n these smell and look absolutely delicious.” Topper complimented

“Thank you and enjoy topper” she gave him a genuine smile. Even though the pouges hate him he was by far her favorite costumer. He came for the food and the food only. He never once did a mean thing to y/n, he loves her family cause of the damn tacos.

They sat eating for 30 minutes and every so often y/n would catch Rafes looking at her. She continued taking and making orders switching with Jj so he’s not stuck behind the grill trying to ignoring the daggers she felt from the boy. After an hour they finally got up and Rafe got up to put their tip in the jar. He got at the counter and jj was on the register.

“Rafe what would you like” he said trying to be a good worker.

“Can I get y/n.” He asked sternly.

Y/n heard and came from the grill

“Yes rafe what would you like” she asked

“I just have your tip” he said with a small grin that looked actually meaningful.

“Yea put in the jar” she smiled knowing he’s always done that.

“No this is your tip.” He said getting closer to the girl. Y/n bent down grabbing it with her cleavage obviously being the only thing in Rafe eye sight. She grabs it and noticed it was a $50 bill and her eye lite up.

“Oh Rafe that’s too much..” she said softly to him. He was flustered just from what he saw. He may be the towns playboy but it sure as hell got him nervous knowing they were y/ns.

“Uh yeah no it’s right. You deserve it” he said with cheek a red making embarrassed eye contact.

“Oh Rafe thank you. This is so sweet! Here have a fruit cup for free” she said going over grabbing one of their home grown fruit.

“Thanks y/n” he said with a smile still blushing.

Topper soon comes up putting cash in the tip jar “there you go jj” he said with a playful smirk.

“$6 you really shouldn’t have” he said sarcastically with a hand over his heart.

“The $5 is for y/n, you can take the dollar.” He told him and walked away both rolling their eyes.

“I should get going. Thanks for the food it was great.” Rafe turned to y/n after the other boys interaction.

“Yea, start giving you discounts for now on Cameron.” She waved bye and he started walking away. “You’re my new favorite customer!” She yelled at him from afar.

He turned around and gave her a big wave smiling to himself. Oh boy he was in love.

Y/n fully unrolled the bill about to put it in her purse until she saw a small piece of paper fall out. She pick it up and saw it has writing

“𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 *********

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦

𝘛𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 :)

-𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦”

Y/n put in in her purse smiling and blushing. She stood there thinking about how she was just asked out in a date by the most wanted boy on the side of the island. As a pouge too. Jj snapped her out of thought as she got ready to prepared food for the customers. She was finishing her shift in a happy smiling mood. Jj noticed and didn’t ask but if he did y/n obviously wouldn’t have told him who knows what would happen if he found out she was friends with the enemies.

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pt.2 with the date ?

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #topper thornton #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #soft rafe cameron #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx

[yuyan]

The art of love pt. 2

Fluff, hurt/comfort

Kaveh x gn!reader

Tags: academic rivals to lovers, cliche confession during arguing in the rain scene don't look at me, mild cussing (not at each other), highschool au

A/n: the comfort part of this. I hope it doesn't dissapoint, I tried to do this as fast as possible so I wouldn't keep anyone waiting!

Part 1 || Master list || Requests: open

Half an hour after school and you were stuck cleaning the art room on the last day of school with Kaveh. Honestly, the only reason why it was only the two of you were cleaning the art room because the art teacher was still mad at the time you two made a huge disruption in class. It was 3 weeks ago though. Who would even hold a grudge for that long? For something they weren't even really involved in or affected by it too. At least you were almost done.

"Ok what's wrong with you?" Kaveh asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Whats wrong with me?" you asked back, the anger in your tone contrasting his.

"Yes what's wrong with you, anger is practically seeping out of you!" Kaveh said, raising his voice. "Does my prescence annoy you that much!"

"Well, apparently mine does!" you shouted, "especially when I'm trying to help you apparently!" Throwing your broom, you grabbed your bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

"W-what? Huh?" Kaveh stuttered out, watching you leave.

~

The sweet final week that Kaveh had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity didn't have that usual sugar coat. Now it was just a bitter pile of food that Kaveh pushed aside. No one could ignore it forever though.

"They're just so frustrating and annoying and nitpicking everything I do and oh my gosh, do I hate them so much!" Kaveh ranted while Alhaithem was seriously contemplating why he walks home with Kaveh.

"Don't you like them though?" Alhaithem asked, "they gave you a note, just go talk to them."

"Whatever, Its fine!" Kaveh shouted. "It's not like I love them anyways!" Kaveh shouted, again but his shoulder shook slightly and it felt like a piece of him died when he said that. "...Plus! They're always..."

~

"Ah, please don't go," Kaveh whispered and took of running.

You approached the entrace of your school. The sounds of heavy rain rang through your ears, making you furrow your eyebrows and your frown etch deeper into your face. "Fuck! I can't think!" you screamed. Hot, angry tears blurred your vision and made small wet patches on your uniform. Teachers and students alike had long left due to the heavy rain and it being the last day.

Silently, you pulled out your umbrella and hovered it over your head before step out into the rain. Rain slightly flooded the area and each step was like stepping into a puddle. Your emotions were a mess and the rain did nothing but anger you further as your tried so desperately to sort them out. The rain could've been calming if it wasnt for your violent urge to kick and scream to your heart's content. Until you had no energy left but to cry silently in your cold, empty bed.

"Wait!" a voice called out. It felt more like a delusion though considering how drowned out by the rain it was.

It wasn't until a tall blonde boy in the same uniform as you, umbrella in hand appeared Infront of you that you registered it as not a figment of your imagination.

"I-...So what if I said that!" Kaveh started and immediately you knew you didn't have the time nor energy for this. You side-stepped him and started to walk away before he turned to you and yelled, "What does it mean to you!?" It came out a little desperate and was followed by heavy breathing.

Turning around, you said,"what does it mean to me? I helped you because I wanted to yet afterwards you ignore me even though I said I wanted to talk and then decide to rant about me to your friend when I hadn't done anything for weeks!"

"Well, what an I supposed to believe when every classmate of ours tells me and gossips about how you must hate me so much that you don't even want to argued with me anymore!"

"I left a note!"

"Your friends are notoriuous for meddling in your business! How am I supposed to know if it was truly from you!"

"But-"

"And if you really cared you would've I don't know, say something along the lines of 'you don't have to promise me that, asking for help is enough' or I don't know!"

"Well, I didn't expect to fall in love with you!" you shouted. Kaveh had to stop himself from dropping his umbrella in shock. "Plus, if I didn't want to help, nothing you offered would've been enough," you mumbled.

Despite the pouring rain making it harder for the two of you to speak he heard and clinger to every word you said.

"Wait, I, did I say?" you fumbled, pink invading your cheeks as you backed away from him.

You could've turned and ran, if it wasn't for his hand. That damn hand that secured tightly around your wrist. That hand that kept you in place as he stumbled forward. That hand that pulled you in as his lips met yours. Your umbrellas had knocked against each other as he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were soft but slightly chapped despite the humid weather, kissing you slowly, like any wrong move would hurt you.

Backing away, he saw your half lidded lips open up a bit more, your cheeks glowing a brighter red.

"I-um, we're far from perfect but I think we'd be a good couple so I'm be my lover?" Kaveh asked, sounding a little unsure but you just smiled and nodded, giggling a little at his flustered expression. "Ah! Well ok Let's meet up on the holidays, you have my number!" Kaveh shouted over the rain, running off.

You waved with your free hand, watching him run off into the distance. Touching your lips, it contorted into a soft smile. He tasted like strawberries.

A/n: I've never written a kiss scene so um getting out of my comfort zone today. 😀👍

Also I headcanon that Kaveh loves strawberries cause he just such a cute pretty boy who'd probably like strawberries ok I'm not weird ok goodbye! (^o^)／

#yuyan writes #fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #i love kaveh i promise #kaveh angst #kaveh fluff #hurt/comfort #academic rivals to lovers #enemies to lovers #genshin academic rival #kaveh academic rival #genshin fluff #genshin angst

[nemirutami]

I discovered you recently and was scrolling through your stuff when I fell in love with your Joker redesign. It’s just so Good! Not only is your art style perfect (for all your art, really) but the thought you put into it was just wonderful. My favorite part were the horns, they just fit so well! I’d love to see any other ideas you have, but really I just wanted to gush about how much I loved it. Thank you!

Aw, that makes me so incredibly happy!!!! As much as I rag on P5's story execution, I do adore all the potential there is to the characters and the potential in redesigns that better fit the character's personalities. I'll repost all the ones I've finished for funsies, but I think now is actually a good time to mention that I'm going to be compiling all my p5 redesigns into a little zine (a re-de-zine haha) with more detailed thought process behind what I was thinking when redesigning them (there wasnt enough blank space for all my notes, or my sketches)! I'll add some blurbs from the document I have in [these] brackets! I actually focused heavily on his mask, so I'm super relieved and excited that it's what you liked most about it!

JOKER

[[Aside from Akechi’s prince outfit (which I think was flawlessly executed), I knew that I couldn’t allow myself to butcher Joker’s design- especially since I intended to remake his mask, despite his mask being perfect as it is (and was also my base for the Black Mask design before I decided to remake everyone else). // My main concern was to make the outfit represent all of PT’s, not just Joker, but I also wanted to highlight Akechi’s part in playing as his foil. As such, where Akira has a heart shape connecting all phantom thieves together by a silver string of fate, Akechi has a distorted red glow that extends chains to weigh him down as well as wings to show his ability to choose his own path.]]

AKECHI [[I wanted to keep his face obscured, but add an option to show himself if he wished. So, a hood helped cover him up for me. It helped me make it feel as though it’s a “lost” part of Robin Hood that still clings on to his Black Mask design- a desire (though weak and decaying) to be a good person underneath it all for someone he once cared about. //

Akechi's chains (from his heart) symbolize his outlook on bonds, and how they tie you down, whereas Jokers symbolize the strength he has with his teammates. I felt like this was a little too sad to write on the concept page. Reading “Goro Akechi has no friends and it manifests in his Black Mask outfit” isn’t the most uplifting sentence you want to stumble across.]] ANN [[Ann was often forced to hold her tongue around Kamoshida in order to protect Shiho, and Shiho in turn tried to do the same to protect Ann. The whip I created for her is a play on the phrase “hold your tongue” showing a lion with it’s mouth open and its tongue hanging out- filled with thorns and ready to be used as a weapon to protect those that she values. One of her biggest weaknesses now becomes her force for change and success, and she ultimately uses her power as a thief to open the maw of the man that told her to be quiet- revealing all his ugly secrets with his own words.]]

FUTABA [[This one doesn't have any notes I can share yet, but she took ages to design, so that's why, lmfao!]]

MORGANA

[[ I wanted to make him blend in more with a classic SMT demon such as Jack Frost, but still distinct enough to stand out as “more than a demon”.

//

Since Morgana is the collective human hope, I think he can take any shape or form. I only retained his cat persona because I wanted to stay true to the original design concept of it being an animal. If I was allowed complete creative form over a “guiding light” however, I think I would base Morgana’s design on Anubis or psychopomps- guides of souls (souls of human hope). The interesting thing about psychopomps is that while Anubis is also an example of one, commonly, so are crows. Meaning, I would have to design Morgana to fit a canine in order to imply Akechi himself could have perhaps had a guide similar to Mona if he was not used to bring about ruin. However, Morgana’s cat aesthetic is tied into Joker’s own traits (sometimes down to mannerisms), so getting rid of the cat persona was not something I really wanted. That, and the fact the last protagonist was based on a loyal dog made it hard for me to choose canine. I would have liked to pull something out of zoroastrianism if possible, but I was not sure how far I could take it before his design became entirely unrecognisable. And the point of a redesign was not to entirely change them to become different characters, but just to play around with different themes to better fit the character and their backstory/feelings/traits.

]]

I really hope this content was fun to read!!!! The next design I have in my WIPS is Yusuke. Honestly, I find Ryuji and Yusuke are going to be super challenging, since I ADORE their designs and I genuinely do not want to just touch them up randomly without purpose and happen to downgrade them. Morgana and Ann were my easiest targets haha.

#tnt answers asks #justanotherwanderingone #persona 5 #p5

[arkangel9]

Headcanon pt 2

Part 2

So Khalid follows Kabir like a meek puppy to the 3rd floor where their room is and Kabir is not even giving a 2nd glance to Khalid. They enter the room and as expected there is only one bed. Khalid stands awkwardly against the closed door waiting for the next command. Kabir however pays him no mind and goes down to set his bags. Kabir motions for him to set his bags down and khalid can feel the majors eyes on him. Khalid blushes and straightens up. Kabir leaves to take a bath and motions for him to take one too as he exits after the bath. Khalid is drowsy from the warm water as he returns and crashes onto the couch with half wet hair however his trip to dreamland is cut off by a shadow looming over him. He opens his eyes to stare into the hazel eyes of the major quizzically. Kabir's face softens 'we need everyone in excellent condition tomorrow i am not losing our target because u developed a crick in your neck'

Khalid blushes

Ill be fine sir

go sleep on the bed. Thats an order

But what about you sir?

I have work left to do. i dont think ill be sleeping tonight

Khalid moves to the bed however is unable to fall asleep due to guilt of sleeping soundly while his superior works.Kabir seems to notice his reluctance and shoots him a glare over his glasses

I said , Sleep

Shivers crawled over Khalid's spine at that tone

Im sorry Sir its just that you're working while im about to sleep like a log

I said its fine didnt i? Kabir huffs but when he sees that the younger male has no plans of sleeping while he was working. He shuts his laptop and moves towards the bed

Khalid watched the major with curious eyes and shifted to the furthest corner away so as to give the older man space

Kabir rolls his eyes' I dont bite just so you know'

The younger man looks chastised and mumbles something under his breath. Kabir decides not to interrogate the frazzled man and moves to sleep under the bed covers however 5 minutes later when the younger man seemed to be making no move to sleep , He shoots him a glare

Khalid snaps out of his reverie and switches the bedside lamps off

goodnight sir

Kabir can hear the shuffling of sheets as the younger man tucks himself in and soon enough Khalid's breathing evens out.

Khalid as Kabir would find out is a deep sleeper. He does wake up at the correct time in the morning yet not even a missile could wake him up before that. At some point during the night, the younger man had twisted and rolled his way to Kabir's side of the bed. The motions woke up Kabir who was a light sleeper. He had half a mind to wake the boy up but something about the face steeped in the innocence of sleep stopped him. Khalid eventually ended up nuzzling against his side. Kabir was not used to sharing his bed or personal space, he tried to push the man away but the small whine that arose at the action caused him to still. Kabir let it be as there was technically no harm done

Khalid woke up next morning surprisingly warm, the reason for the warmth he discovered was the body next to him. The wheels turned in Khalid's head and he shot away from the body at the speed of a bullet. the sound wakes up kabir

'im sorry sir, i wasnt aware i had this habit. I apologize ill share a room with Saurabh next time.'

kyon? kya tumako saurabh ko mere zyaada pasand hai?

The boy looked lost for words. Kabir takes pity on him.

'If i was offended i would've woken you up when you started entrapping me like an octopus at night'

Khalid blushes a healthy shade of red

Sorry

Kabir rolls his eyes at the younger man

'so jao ab. Ill wake you up in time'

Khalid mentally beats himself up and moves to the furthest corner of the bed to lie down and sleep. He was drifting off when he felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him backwards onto a toned chest

Sir

So jao khalid. that's an order

#kabir x khalid #khalbir #khalid rahmani #hrithik roshan #tiger shroff #war 2019

[mattsobvimyfav]

For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 4

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. But everything is based off very real things just swapped for Matthew. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

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Y/N’s POV

I finished putting on the dress deciding it was perfect, simple yet pretty. I pick up my phone Facetiming Chris, I had his number from when we had to do our end of year project together last year. He picked up after a few rings while I set the phone up in the dressing room.

“Whats up Pickle!” He yelled, he was sitting in his kitchen.

“Hey Chris I just picked out my dress and wanted to show you” I smiled turning in a circle from him to see.”Damn Ma, you should just come over” I rolled my eyes giggling at Chris before the third brother Nick popped his head in frame. “Oh My God Y/N you look amazing” Nick yelled into the phone “Thank you Nick, you just confirmed me getting this dress!” I picked my phone up smiling “I literally just told you to come over here because you looked so good but Nick whos GAY, was your decding factor?!” I nodded “Yes because he isnt just looking at my body, hes telling the truth” Chris scoffed shrugging his shoulders knowing Im right. We bid our goodbyes telling Chris I would text him later as I changed back into my clothes.

Chris has always been a flirt so Ive never taken it serious its just how he was with alot of girls. I grabbed my dress walking out of the fitting room as Haylee met me at the cash register to check out. I grabbed a pair of black heels to go along with my dress.

Me and Haylee decided to stop at one more store before leaving because I needed more leggings even tho I owned a hundred pairs. You can never have too many. I asked Haylee to drop me home seeing as I did infact have homework and I knew I couldnt complete it with her there needed total concentration.

I got out of her car hugging her goodbye as I walk into my dads house who was still at work, I ran up to my room, pulling out my phone, and getting my music started so I could focus on my homework. I quickly took off my clothes changing into a sports bra and sweatpants. I sit down at my desk grabbing my books from my bag and snapchatting Matt.

Y/N-

Hey what part do you want to do?

I placed my phone down starting on my math work knowing it wouldnt take my long while I listened to my playlist. After about thirty minutes I pick up my phone to see a text from Matt.

Matt Sturniolo-

Ill do the second half if you do the first

Y/N-

Fine but Im checking your work to make sure its right.

Matt Sturniolo-

Fine, Chris wants to know if youll go to the football game with us friday

Y/N-

What about your girlfriend. She’ll kill me.

Matt Sturniolo-

We broke up this summer. Stop worrying about her.

I read the message maybe a hundred times. They broke up, now maybe Matt wouldnt be a miserable asshole because let me tell you when that girl was around it was like a dark storm cloud followed.

Y/N-

Yeah sure, just get the work done please.

He sent me back a thumbs up and i decided to leave him on read getting started on the rest of the work. After about two hours it was now six at night and I was getting a call from Chris.

“Hello Christopher.” I set my phone infront of my as I packed up my bag “Whats up good lookin” I went to speak again before I heard Matthew yell “I NEED SOME FUCKING FOOD” I started giggling at the boys and Chris looked at me “Wanna go get food we are starving.” I looked down at myself deciding I was just as hungry because my father still wasnt home. “Yeah do you guys wanna meet somewhere or do you want me to come there?” I asked as I stood up going to my closet “Well come and get you as long as I get to spend the night” Chris said, I shrugged my shoulders not really caring knowing it was all just flirting and nothing ever serious. “Yeah you can if you want and ill drive you to school” I grabbed a sweatshirt out of my closet throwing it on over my head “YES!” Chris yelled running from the other boys to his room “Ill pack a bag well be there in thirty” I didnt even have time to respond before he was hanging up.

I sent my dad a quick text letting him know my friend Chris would be staying the night. After quickly picking up my room and throwing one of my dads body washes and shampoos in my shower I heard a horn outside. I grabbed some money out of my dads stack of cash he has hidden for me when hes not home and ran down stairs out the door locking it before hoping in the back with Nick.

“Hellooooo, where are we going to eat?” I asked buckling before Matt started driving.

“We want Ihop, if your down for breakfast” Nick asked looking up from his phone I nodded in response before I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. Haylee was calling me.

“Where are you going?” She asked before I could even say anything “Im going to get food witht the triplets jesus” I get a little annoyed considering she does this quiet a bit when it comes to me having other friends “Why are you going with them?” It was like venom. She hated me making new friends and dont get me wrong I love her more than anything but sometimes she could be a little much. “Chris asked me too, whats wrong” I asked trying to see the real issue “Whatever, can i come over after?” I bit my bottom lip before answering knowing she would get mad at the answer “Chris is gonna sleepover ton-” before i could even finish my sentence the phone was disconnected. I rolled my eyes.

“Who was that a secret boyfriend?” Chris says turning in his seat raising his eyebrows I looked up at him seeing Matt studying me in the rearview “It was Haylee..” I trailed off “Jesus christ she was acting like she owns you” I nodded not wanting to talk about it anymore “What football game is this we are going to friday?” I asked changing the subject “Its that kennedy school, its about a hour drive” Matt finally spoke “Okay, can we take my car and you drive?” I ask Matt leaning forward “Yes, but why dont you want to take our car?” I looked around at the smelly boys gear from football rolling my eyes “Your stuff smells and I get aux instead of chris” Chris whips his head back at me “Woah that was not apart of the deal” I looked up at him through my eyelashes “Please” He turned forward in his seat “Dont start something you cant finish pickle” Matt almost immediately hit him in the chest and Nick started laughing as I did too.

We finished eating after talking for a while and got back into the car, Nick sitting in the front so Chris could just hop out with me. We finally got back to my house as we said our goodbyes. We walked in and my dad was on the couch on his computer. “Hey baked, How was the today?” I ran in giving him a hug “It was good, Dad this is Chris hes gonna spend the night” My dad stood up towaring over me as he shook chris’ hand “Jimmy’s boy right?” Chris nodded taking in my dads appearance “Tell him I said hello and to call me to go golfing soon” I smiled at my dad being nice to Chris, I could see his face calm down “I will its nice to meet you sir” Chris said as my dad told us to not be up to late.

“Woah nice room” Chris said setting his bag down looking around. I took pride in my room really taking that ‘clean girl’ aesthetic to a whole new level. “Thanks, if you wanna shower or anything the bathrooms right there, I put in some products for you” I smiled at him as I looked through my drawers for a comfy outfit. I grabbed out a pair of shorts and a crop top. “Im going to shower” I said to chris he looked up from his phone to give me a nod before I walked into my bathroom.

I quickly took a shower washing my hair and body, no need for an everything shower seeing as I did one yesterday I put on my pajamas and my hair in the towel before walking out seeing chris changed into a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a wife beater. I sat down at my vanity and started brushing my hair “Wanna make tiktoks?” Chris asked and I nodded “Wait what is your tiktok” I said opening tiktok on my phone. I type in his user “Chris what the fuck” I say looking up at him “WHAT?” He half yells “Why do you have 60k on tiktok?” He laughs “Me, Matt and Nick blew up like last year” he followed me back before deciding which tiktok we were gonna make a minute long music video switching back and forth filming. He made me put on a sweatshirt because I guess his “fans” were wicked rude when he had alanah in a video and said theyd hate on me for not being ‘covered’ around him. “That has to be the DUMBEST shit ive ever heard” he agreed but ultimatly decided it was for the better. We decided on the song paper soldier by Brent Faiyaz, me videoing Chris singing ‘im trying to threeway with her roomie’ I than handed the phone to him and said ‘hey roomie’ and we decided we would just dance the last part of the song out.

After twenty minutes of the tiktok being posted, my following was going up and I got a text from Haylee.

Haylee-

Nice tiktok.

I sighed reading her message as Chris read it over my shoulder “Yo, shes kinda crazy…” I shrugged knowing he wasnt wrong “Chris tell me the tea of what happened with Matt and Psycho!” He giggled at me calling her that “He finally broke up with her at the beginning of summer, and thank god he did we were all sick of her” I laughed at him hating her so much. “We should hang out more” Chris said and I agreed I had alot of fun with him. I looked down at the time and it was almost one in the morning “Oh my god Chris we need to go to bed” I quickly got up turning off the lights sliding under the covers with chris “You need to wake me up, I have to shower in the morning” I nodded at chris as I rolled on my side with my back to chris as he laid on his stomach and we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning rocking Chris to get up and shower, he had wrapped his legs in mine and he was like a weight. “CHRIS GET UP” I finally yelled as he got up quickly rubbing his eyes without a word he walked into my bathroom closing the door. I giggled at him before getting up and changing, I put on grey flare legging with a white cropped tank top and cropped light pink zip up a little unzipped. “CHRIS LET ME IN I NEED TO BRUSH MY TEETH” I said clipping my necklace into place. He opened the door with just a towel hangning loosely around his waist and I couldnt help but look down. He grabbed my chin pulling my face back up “Eyes up here sweetheart” I rolled my eyes pushing past him closing the door so he had privacy to change. I threw my hair into a messy bun before knocking to make sure Chirs was dressed. “Ready?” I asked opening the door. “Yeah im leaving this here” He said pointing to the duffle bag while he grabbed his regular school bag. We headed out to my car and I allowed Chris to have aux this one time.

Instead of parking next to Haylee this morning I decided to park next to the two remaining triplets knowing chris would want to see his brothers. “Good morningggg” Chris yelled getting into their car as Matt waved for me to get in with him. “How was your night with him?” Matt asked laughing “We had fun all three of you should stay next time” Nick quickly agreed while Matt just nodded. Matt turned the car off “Come on Y/N I’ll walk you to your first class” Matt said walking next to me. I smiled up at him as he opened the door for me, But every good thing must come to an end because the first thing we see as we walk into the school, staring us down in the middle of the hall, is Lindsey.

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@worldlxvlys

[rainstops]

thanks to you, i like the rain pt. 3

song rec while reading

pt. 2/masterlist

a/n: sorry that this took so long, but it's here now! also i know that scaramouche is referred to as scaramouche in this but you actually didnt know his name yet until in this fic!

after what happened the last time you saw scaramouche, you considered taking the bus at the same time that he does. but then again he didnt leave you much of a choice, since he gave you his pocket warmer. you had to return it to him.

just as planned, on the following day you saw him again. except this time you were not soaking wet. "hey!", you waved to him. "here's your pocket warmer", you held your hand open for him to take his pocket warmer back. he took it and immediately put it in his pocket.

at this time, you didnt even know his name yet. and you wanted to know it, you really did. but would it come across as creepy if you just asked for it?

scaramouche on the other hand is not sure why he took a liking to you. maybe it was your [hair color] hair, or your eyes that seemed to light a spark, everytime you see a squirrel run up a tree, or maybe it was the way your shoulders loosened up everytime you smelled the wind after a night of rain. or maybe it was just the way you greeted him every morning with a smile? all those small traits of yours that he noticed, made him feel a certain way. a way, he wasnt sure he felt before.

you decided that it was fine to ask for his name. if he wanted to be friends with you as well, then he'd be fine with the question.

"by the way, what's your name", you tried to make it sound as natural as possible. it still felt unusual. youve known him for so long, yet you barely ever exchanged a single word.

"scaramouche", a short and simple reply. scaramouches mind played with the thought of asking you for your name, and he decided that it would be the right thing to do. his lips parted as he wanted to ask for your name. but you were faster. "cool name! mine is [name]", you replied.

☂

thats how the both of you started to talk to eachother everyday. but i dont mean actual conversations, all you say to eachother everyday was "hi" or "good morning" or sometimes only a nod. you werent sure if this was the way scaramouche wanted it to be, or if neither of you knew how to continue. but for you this was what made it worth and exciting getting up every morning.

you expected everything to stay the way it did, which made you upset in a certain way. a way which you couldnt explain, because could you really consider you and scaramouche friends? you stared on the floor when you noticed the bus arrive.

entering the bus you and scaramouche noticed the two empty seats once again, right next to eachother.

the bus drive went along as usual, as you felt something heavy on your shoulder. it was the purple haired boys head. his eyes were closed and he was very obviously asleep. his usually tense body and face was now relaxed, and for once he looked so very peaceful. he looked like he was sleeping unbothered for the first time in his life. for a short moment you considered waking him up, because you knew how he was going to react, if you told him he fell asleep on you. but then again you would want him to sleep as much as he needs. the bus ride was still for a good 15 minutes at least.

shortly before you got to the station closest to your school, you decided to wake scaramouche up. but you werent sure how. you decided on saying his name a few times and nudging him with your shoulder, because you soon noticed that saying his name wasnt enough. he blinked, his eyes still lidded. "good morning sleepy head", you smiled at him. "i have to get up here, sorry for waking you"

scaramouche continued blinking very confused, until he understood why you had to wake him. "did i...", "yes you fell asleep on my shoulder, but dont worry about it!", you said getting up from your seat and heading towards one of the doors of the bus. you waved at scaramouche once again, and instead of waving back, he turned his head away to hide his flushed cheeks, but you could still tell because his ears were red as well.

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a/n: sorry for the abrupt ending, but ive honestly run out of ideas for this fic. if a lot of people want another part i might consider making once. the funny thing is, this fic was actually inspired by something that happened to me, except i never saw the person from the busstation ever again. which is also one of the reasons its hard for me to find a way to continue this. i still hope you liked and thank you for reading!

#rainstops #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara #scaramouche #genshin fluff #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact

[daisychains111]

live "tweet" books with me (via the goodreads progress bar) pt.2: Lore by Alexandra Bracken

idk who the narrator of the first part was, but I'm very confused...if he's not a god anymore is her love interest...or maybe her dad?

who is gil...how did he die?

her grandfather? wasn't gonna guess that

potential love interest spotted..hey masked dude

oooooo does she know him? intrigue

SEVEN YEARS HOLD SHIT THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD

potential love interest #2...van hello

I cannot stress enough how happy I am that her name isn't actually lore

wait nvm it is actually her name...that's stupid

Annabeth come get you mom, this is embarrassing

Percy come get your namesake ancestor...this is embarrassing

they are saying a lot of words that mean absolutely nothing to me?

happy to report that her name isn't actually lore...thank God...gods? whatever

"the Olympics but with murder" Nothing better happen to Miles bc I love him already

HAH poseidon and perseus reference

(I'm gonna spend this whole book talking about pjo just fyi)"

I get this feeling that apollo let Castor kill him

nooooo not the doggg

castor out here with the Olympians shittiest moments highlight reel to remind athena that he's cooler than her

oooo are miles and van gonna be a thing..that would be cute

athena deciding to keep miles around like he's a puppy is peak comedy

just because you're pointing out that the names are getting stupider doesn't mean you don't lose a point for continuing to name your characters stupid things

van and miles going on a secret special side quest together? mmmmhhmmm checks out

don't get me wrong I love a good enemy's to lovers but istg destiny if she gets with the guy who killed her family I will never forgive you

EW CREEPY PEDO GUY GET BACK CREEP

I am directly halfway done with this book, and there has yet to be one single ounce of romantic subplot...This is extremely disappointing"

WAIT IS GIL HERMES!!!

IS AEGIS THE NECKLACE

MILES HAS IT

I asked for romantic subplot but idk if this is what I wanted...however I'm a suckered for childhood best friends to lovers so we'll see"

"do that again when you mean it golden" period you tell her castor (I 1000% agree)

also him calling her golden is cute...even if I'm not sure why he does it"

hehe miles and van bonding time.. thats a romantic subplot I can get behind"

"oh so you're in love with him" YOU TELL HIM MILES

throwing away the necklace as if it's not extremely likely it's the thing you need...aces move lore, stop pouting and think

istg if you kill castor rn I'll never forgive you

IRO YOU MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU REALLY KILLED THAT BOY

 HES ALIVVVEEE

ATHENA YOU MOTHERFUCKER...I should've know better than to fucking trust you

MELORA I KNOW YOU DIDNT JUST DO THAT

SHE WASNT EVEN LINKED ATHENA WHEN I FIND YOU

it doesn't make sense that she's had aegis the whole time and wasn't even thinking about it enough to hide it from readers...im sorry thats just lame"

this book lacks interesting romantic subplot but " I was born knowing how to do three things: how to breathe how to dream and how to love you" is the smoothest shit ever"

him calling her golden? cute...her calling him big guy? really fucking weird

istg don't pin with a couple separated by mortality, I can't handle that rn

HEHE lore calling van out for staring longingly at miles

lore and miles bestie vibes only

I get the sickening feeling castor will not be making it out of this book alive

holy shit she killed athena"

holy shot did athena just redeem herself

apollo let castor kill him CALLED IT

YAY FOR STAYING MORTAL AND STAYING WITH OUR FRIENDS!!!

This book wasn't bad but after the literally masterpiece that is the darkest minds series I expected more from miss bracken...the only reason I was able to read this as fast as I did was bc I had to finish it to read iron flame LOL

#lore #alexandra bracken #athena #melora perseus

[cr0wprince]

I’m torn on how I feel about Goro going to Kosei, but if he went to Kosei, that means he could have joined the group on the Hawaii trip, so like, imagine that.

#rachel’s rambling #headcanons #?? #maybe lol #more practically i feel like he would have skipped it because of work #because he’s just always fucking busy #and i doubt he could get away being a detective for i think it was four days?? #and hes a third year so im not sure he would be part of it? #since the 3rd years at shujin were chaperones though makoto hung out more than anything and thats what it looked like haru did in her cameo #chaperone my ass #but it could be different with kosei? hypothetically #but still could you imagine him just so happen to run into akira #because he wasnt part of the pts yet #he just so happens to run into him on the beach #fancy meeting you here all the way in america’s capital #his tie doesnt match the kosei design but it also doesnt mean anything #because like yusuke wears whatever the hell he wants because yusuke is an art student #goro also does what he wants because hes goro fucking akechi #also also we could have had him in one of his swimsuits if he went to kosei and went on the hawaii trip #we could have seen him in his white trunks with the sweater on his shoulders like he was going to a country club #because he’s a NERD #i love him so much

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Jealous ll

Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!

You had had enough

Thats what you kept telling yourself

As you got ready tonight

You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it

Tonight you were going out for you

You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy

And how miserable you had been lately and you decided

If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore

Then you'd find someone who would

So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out

You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort

You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything

But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now

Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo

Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror

he was home unusually eailer

"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly

"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement

Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."

"You're being ridiculous y/n."

He said following you but you ignored him

"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"

"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"

"You know why that is." He told you seriously

You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"

Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.

You knew you were being unreasonable with him

You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up

But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment

Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything

Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed

Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary

You refused to talk to him

He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off

Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him

Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?

But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before

And he didnt know what to do to fix it

And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else

Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?

Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought

You had put up with so much of him up until now

And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?

But that was only because he loved you

Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you

And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats

He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you

So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at

He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight

And he hated what he saw

He saw you having fun

You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking

You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out

Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house

He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you

He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you

And worst you let him and was encouraging him

You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you

Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching

He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms

But part of him felt like he deserved this

This feeling he had, was it how you felt?

If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think

And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name

"Hey! Hawks is here!"

Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him

His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here

And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him

But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him

Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home

But was having trouble getting away from the crowd

He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you

But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn

You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you

You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you

But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now

He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it

But two could play this little game

Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room

And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit

Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close

But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck

He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her

You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight

And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom

Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan

Denying anymore of her advances

Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much

But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone

His stomach sank

Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?

Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either

Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you

Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him

"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"

The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him

But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."

The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-

"Hawks?"

He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you

"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off

You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to

It didnt take much thought to figure out why

And it annoyed you to no end

So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much

He was such a hypocrite

You were angry your whole way back home

You stood in the mirror once you got back

But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left

You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in

Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home

Because now you were probably madder than before at him

When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower

"Y/n..."

You heard him call out your name But you ignored him

Y/n, you have to listen to me."

You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind

"Im sorry."

"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge

"Just listen to me y/n..."

"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"

"Ive been an idiot, y/n."

Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."

You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"

"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter

You were so frustrated

You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great

But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much

But you wanted to stay with him

Because you loved him

You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much

"I know you mean well keigo-"

"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."

You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."

Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."

You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure

"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss

Almost like he was asking for permission

"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."

You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear

And you wanted to believe him

"You promise?" You asked him

"I promise."

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha hawks #mha hawks #bnha keigo #keigo takami x reader #my hero academia keigo takami #hawks x reader

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

series masterlist

part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

#yandere taehyung #bts horror #dark bts #yandere bts #mafia bts #kim taehyung au #kim taehyung mafia #taehyung x reader #taehyung angst #bts angst #taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #yandere jin #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere namjoon #yandere jungkook #yandere bts x reader #yandere au #bts fic #billyjigsaw!taehyung #john kramer!taehyung #billy kth au #un2verse #bts mafia au #taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung scenario #bts horror au

[saturnsstufff]

hii miss Saturn! i really liked the Athena fanfic and i was wondering if you could write a part two?

Hello my darling!! Of course! (Everyone knows id die for domestic Techno)

Athena pt.2- Technoblade

Warnings: swearing.

After Nathaniel had asked for permission to date Athena, Techno quietly lingered about. Not in the creepy way of course, but rather in the protective manner.

He knew you trusted Nathan, after all, Enderman were known for being protective, and precise beings. If Nate didn't see Thena worth his time, he would have left her alone ages ago.

After that little night, Nate ended up lingering around for a long while. Visiting very frequently to be honest. He found a happy comfort within your small family. Your house was always quiet- Unless Techno riled your boys up of course.

You were very happy to say that Nate made his best attempts to get to know your family. Since you all were very important to Athena, he made sure to try and understand why. He would often help you with Dishes, or cooking. Sometimes he even would help feed your youngest son Apollo. Ares, your middle child, was a little harder for Nate to warm up to. But after a while of lingering, Ares did find Nates company relaxing.

When summer rolled about, Nathaniel was able to persuade his parents into letting him stay with your family for a few weeks. Of course being in the middle of the tundra it was still cold, so there wasnt much to do. But nevertheless he never complained. Instead he asked to help with chores. Even going as far to ask Techno if he could help split wood, for the stove and fireplace.

Techno gave him a weird look in the beginning, this thin, nimble boy was asking to wield a axe. Usually to split wood it took a mighty, hefty swing. (See you know this because you often watched Techno split logs. It was oddly so attractive.) But Techno gave you a quick glance, and in return he earned a little nod, Techno gave a sigh and took the boy outside.

Instead of being a typical hardass about it. Techno went into dad mode. Teaching Nate how to handle the Axe like he was his own son. Explaining what was the proper way to hold it and what he should be weary about. As you watched from the window with Phil, the It never failed, anytime Techno was thrown a child, he somehow just knew how to work with them. Obviously in the beginning he wasn't too fond, but he learned there were perks to children. Especially his own. The two of you smiled fondly at the bonding boys.

"He’s such a good teacher..." you said softly. Watching your husband with loving eyes. It never failed, anytime Techno was thrown a child he just knew what to do. In the beginning he obviously wasn't a big fan of kids, but in the end he realized there was more too them, then what met the eye. Just like his own children. He loved them all, Athena, Ares, and your little Apollo. He saw that everyday there was a new challenge or new thing that popped up, amusing or not they made his day. You felt Phil's firm hand rest on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"He always was... He's a lucky man you know" you smiled a little more at Phil's words. "You two created a beautiful family..." with the thought of your family, your hand subconsciously came down to rest on your stomach. Of course Phil noticed and gave you a knowing look. "Don't tell me there's another one" his gaze went soft and joyful when he saw your pink cheeks and cheeky smile.

"Haven't told him yet... He's been busy with his boys" Phil gently hugged you, Cherishing the sweet moment. The idea of a fourth baby running about the house had you slightly on edge again. But when Techno nuzzled his nose into your neck and asked, you just couldn't say no.

“Thought he said he was done after three?” Phil mused, earning a giggle from you. You eased into his arms like they were Techno's.

“What can I say... He made a persuasive argument”

After that night everything just, seemed to fall into place. Techno was more than happy with the idea of a fourth child. After all he was the one that offered the idea. The sweetest moment that night however, was one you sadly missed. But Techno would forever fondly cherish it.

With you peacefully asleep in Tech's arms. His hand rested gently on your stomach, a protective habit he had taken up since your first child. Well you both faced the fireplace, he would press gentle kisses to your forehead. A soft and loving show of his affection for you, and the new addition.

Nathaniel, who rested on the love-seat, similarly had Athena asleep in his lap. only instead her head was in his lap. With easy, gentle fingers he brushed stray hairs away. Admiring her beauty that her father had given her. After today Tech and Nate and grown closer together, often exchanging words more often throughout the night.

When techno looked up from your stomach, he gazed at the young boy in front of him. With his gentle nimble fingers he gracefully played with your daughters hair. Admiring her the whole time. Techno saw how he looked at her, it was the same way he looked at you. Not a drop of malice could be seen in his face, all he had for her was love.

"You really love her... Don't you" Nate looked up slowly at Techno's words. Nodding ever so slowly. Tech’s eyes lingered on the boy before him. The idea of some boy being with his daughter left him uneasy still. But if he had to choose any boy he was happy it was Nate.

"She's my world..." Nathan said softly, his voice just above a whisper. His eyes glanced down to you before looking back up at Tech. His normal hardened gaze was replaced with a comfortable gentle look. "(Y/n) said Thena will have another sibling, I uhm... wanted to say congratulations sir..." 

Techno hummed gently, rubbing his thumb softly over your stomach. Your future child nestled within. "Just... just call me dad, Nathan... You've been around long enough to deserve that much..."

Nates eyes lit up, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Thank you, Dad..."

#technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #techno x reader #techno x you #minecraft x you #minecraft fanfiction #dreamsmp x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #tb

[creweemmaeec11]

Seducing a genius Pt#2

first part here

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Suddenly the villain's world stilled.

"Excuse me!?" They replied in shock.

The hero gave them a smile, "I'm sure you've heard of Vanish?"

The villain nodded. Vanish was a new villain in town with the ability to teleport.

"They are causing us a LOT of problems, and theyve got big plans coming up soon that will endanger hundreds,"

"And... you came to me...?"

The hero shrugged, "we're running out of time, and we're completely out of options and ideas,"

"Why would you come to me? Who's idea was it to come to me? Surely not the hero agency?"

"Nope," the hero shook their head, "it was my idea to come to you. I figured if anyone was smart enough to figure it out, it would be you,"

The villains heart was suddenly pounding in their chest again.

"What's the problem?" The villain replied, trying their best to keep their voice steady.

"We know when and where vanish will be. We know how to get through his guards, and get to him. The problem, is he just teleports away before we are able to get close. We need a way to stop him from doing so long enough to get him in the power suppressing handcuffs,"

The villains expression shifted from confused, to baffled, finishing on a mix between dumbstruck and disappointed.

"We were hoping you could build us something that could help,"

"Question," the villain mused, leaning back against one of the lab counters and crossing thier arms, "what's in it for me?"

"An acquaintance of mine suggested I offer you a pardon,"

"That acquaintance of yours is an idiot," the villain replied in an amused, yet unimpressed tone.

The hero snorted out a startled laugh.

"Seriously, you people managed to keep me behind bars for a total of what, three, almost four days? Jail isnt a big threat. Plus, a pardon only covers my past crimes, not my future ones,"

"Yep, that's about what I told them, though I promised them I would try,"

The villain sighed, picking up a circuit board and a small screwdriver and began tinkering. They would keep the main project covered, but they could work on the parts.

"I hope your smart enough to have come with a better offer then that?"

"Watching you work with your hands is such a turn on,"

The villain sputtered, fumbling with the circuit that was in their hands for a moment.

It should be against the law the hero fought to uphold to state things like that so casually.

For being one of the 'good guys', they sure enjoyed watching the villain squirm.

The hero immediately laughed, reveling in the reactions they got.

The villain tried to give them an annoyed look, but it wasnt very effective due to the blush on their cheeks.

"I was thinking I'd offer to take you out on a date, but, we both know I'd do that anyway," they winked, clasping their hands behind their back.

The villains heart refused to stop pounding in their chest. It fluttered at the idea, but deep down, they knew the hero was just toying with them. They mentally kicked themselves for falling for such an obvious trap.

"So can we get to your actual offer already?" The villain huffed, setting their tools down and crossing their arms.

"Sure. I don't have one,"

It took the villain a moment to process that.

"I-... what?"

"Tell me what you want in exchange. I'll see if we can make it happen,"

The villain hummed, thinking over the others words.

They could pull the classic villain card and tell the hero to beg, but they had a feeling the hero would be all too willing.

The villain didnt need money. There was no legal benefits the hero could grant them. Any information they could want, they could hack to get themselves. But maybe...

"I vile of his blood," the villain said as they turned to look at the hero.

"What!?"

"That's my price. If I help you catch him, once hes caught, I want a vile of his blood,"

"Why would you want that?"

"I'm afraid that's none of your concern. Do we have a deal?"

"Very well. What will you be able to do for us?"

"Educate you for a start,"

"Ooo, what's the lesson teach? I was always a bad student~"

The villain ignored them. They explained that all the heros were idiots, because the villain couldnt just teleport anywhere. There was a reason they always carried a spyglass with them, and that was because they could only teleport to where they could *see*. Take away their ability to see, you take away their ability to teleport.

"Your a genius," the hero replied in awe.

"You've said," the villain muttered under their breath, but, hero was just rambling.

"of course! That makes so much sense! Though, now what?" The hero drawled, tone dropping at the last question.

"What do you mean?"

"Well as much as I'd love to stay here and stare into your eyes all night long, your eventually going to have to let me out of here," they purred, bouncing on their toes.

The villain smirked. Before the hero could question them, the floor opened beneath them, and the next thing they knew they were dumped into the alley next to the building.

"You clever dog," the hero mused as they got up and dusted themselves off, "I cant wait till I see you next time,"

Third part

#villain x hero #heros and villains #heros #hero x villain #heros x villains #villains x heros #snippet #short story #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #short fiction

[sunlightnmoonshine]

In the end (pt. 1)

It feels a little surreal that the show is over and I will no longer have anything to look forward to because the devil judge set such a high bar in terms of writing and character exploration that I will always hold dear to my heart. Given that its actually done, I found myself drowning in the realisation that we will never see these characters again and how I feel about where the show left them off. So this is me coming to terms with it:

1. Min Jung Ho - Snake lol. Something I admired about the writing was how they didn't try to make him all out some evil piece of shit but rather someone that had a very strong misguided belief off some strange frustrations against Yohan who was changing the legal system more radically but effectively. Which he could not come to terms with. In the end he villanised Yohan and ignored the actual problems that persisted and inevitably contributed to the problem all in a sense of self righteousness, ah sorry, hypocrisy is the better word. The show leaves him looking oh so pathetic, he can't even raise his head to meet Gaon, the boy he betrayed severely and he'll rot for the rest of his life going down in history as a hypocrite who did nothing to actually fix the system he claimed he would be the arm of justice for. Its a fitting end.

2. Heo Joong Se: Clown. The show really said he's a spoilt, stubborn arrogant joke until the end. Down to the way he insulted everyone but specifically insulted women. The way all he did in that court room was scream his head off without an ounce of remorse somehow still deluded by the fact that he's doing this for the country? But knowing fully well he's a businessman through and through and that was all he will be. I can not stress how phenomenal it is that it is Jung Sun Ah that shoots him dead. Its clear he's had it coming from her hand ever since she tried to suffocate him during the massage but it's just how randomly she does it. She's sick of him, she's aware she's going to be targeted, she's aware he's done too much behind her back and never once respected her and its in the midst of one of his screaming fits particularly screaming "I am the King" that the bullet goes through and there's silence. Perfection.

3. The rest of the clowns of the SRF : idle bystanders that turned an eye away from inherent evil and repeatedly benefitted off of their actions without an ounce of remorse yet again. But hilarious nevertheless because they really became jesters on that stage in a desperate fit to live, threw themselves away to get out a door. It's noteworthy that they spent most of their time trying to stop the other from leaving instead of quietly watching and just getting out. None of them of are capable of that, they only know to take from others. Crumbling under the systematic stage they built? Poignant. I don't really care what anyone says they deserved to die point in tow with HJS who saw human life as so unworthy of it wasn't their own. There's a reason why human trafficking is considered one of the worst of crimes, human experimentation falls closely next to it. All because they were poorer than them. Guess their greed really out did them. Tried to put on a show in a court house which was anyway all just a staged facade and ultimately they died on that stage with their masks out for everyone to see. For their people to see them throw each other away to live. If they were going to throw each other away - their own kind- what wouldn't they do to the lower class? Oof the show gave them what they deserved- humiliation.

4. Jung Sunah - I still struggle to come to terms with how she's gone and how painful everything about her was until the last minute. It's clear Sunah has been breaking for a few episodes now. She's so close to the top and she's realised how truly alone she is and she's realised Yohan will never want her the way she wants him to. She's realised every person she used to get to where she was, ended up being wasted stepping stones because she doesn't have what she wants all the way at the top and never will. The way the show has her quietly go to the experimentation centre and weep over the girl she saw herself in but someone she initially turned away from because she's not part of her bigger plan. The child she left to fall prey to the people Sunah has inevitably helped secure positions in her attempt to secure her own position. The way the show focuses on how the child has been repeatedly pierced with needles something Sunah hates the most and how she realises this is also her fault. She probably thought hey I'll get to the top and do things my way but as Yohan pointed out, ruling over trash isn't it, it'll never be worth it and she's essentially walking with a target on her back and she'll never be free because the weight of her sins will catch up to her and the rich will always be after her because she's not the same as them. She would be living on the edge forever. And she knows this.

Something I found very interesting was how she wasnt roped in on the crimes of the Dream House Project. Yohan only highlighted her crime as having killed K and Soohyun and its the frustration she feels in that moment that really gets me. It's also why I think she could never get out of the show because she killed innocent people which is highlighted repeatedly and at the time never showed remorse for it. BUT I love how the show somehow saves her from humiliation, until the end they paint her with regality and power because that is who Sunah is. Frankly she could have walked right out of the door while they were throwing a fit and Yohan would have let her because that was the terms of the game but he'd have come after her at some point and even if he didn't Gaon most certainly would have.

But it's the way the show brought it all back to how she feels about Yohan since he's the other half of what she's always wanted, the way she's happy he's alive, how she goes and stands in front of him and she's got her hand on the trigger of the gun while Yohan on the button of detonator. I believe, if Sunah had shot him Yohan would have detonated the bomb and died with them and I also believe deep down Sunah knew Yohan would somehow get out of this even if she didn't shoot him, so she really gave him the chance to get out and back to Elijah. I am not sure if Sunah couldn't shoot Yohan or if she didn't want to, and I lean towards the latter because she really liked him, it might have been ill placed desire but if things were different if she hadn't sided with the SRF in hopes of getting to the top she and Yohan might have worked things out and they would both be healing. If she only hadn't killed the innocent people to make a point... But at the end of it Sunah took her fate into her hands and I appreciate that the show gave her the agency over it, to decide not to shoot Yohan because she's finally letting go ( I stand by this but if Yohan had died Sunah would have lost - she never wanted him to die), because she won't do what the rest of the SRF scum want of her and because she's fine with going on her own terms.

That doesn't mean it didn't hurt though... I cry thinking about it because the show tried really hard to show how unfair everything was to Sunah and how if circumstances had been different, if the world had cared a bit more how she might have turned out differently. Her final moments the flashback to the one act of kindness she had needed in her life, the way Yohan really must have sparkled in her eyes, and how much she valued that moment all the way to her death because no matter what, in his own loneliness and difficulty he was kind to her. Jeez it hurts.

Ideally I'd have wanted her to live but I don't know how that would have worked out. At the end of it not all villains are evil. Some are products of the ills of the system that left them alone and let them become monsters but behind a monster there can also be a victim.

#the devil judge #kdrama #I was going to add my feels on everyone else's end #But this is already too long #and Sunah has me feeling sad

[mayo-advance]

What Do You Know? Pt. 6

Discription: Y/n was in love with Pietro Maximoff. But he was gone now and all that remains is a miscast imposter and Y/n is going to do everything in their power to find closure.

A/n: Hey yalls i adore this chapter and I am very proud of it, I hope you are all doing great.

Part 5 , Part 7

You flung open the door to your apartment, your exhaustion from the day finally catching up to you. Peter stood behind you looking over your shoulder.

“Welcome to mi casa. Make yourself comfortable because I am going to bed.”

You stepped in, throwing your keys and money to who knows where. You sauntered lazily to your small apartment kitchen and gestured to the cupboards. “The food is here, I’d rather you not starve,”

You continued on with your little tour, Peter just stepping and closing the apartment door behind him. You gestured to the couch.

“You will be sleeping here unless you really want the bed. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You looked over to Peter and he shrugged. “The couch is fine.”

You made your way over to the small hallway. “here is the bathroom and my bedroom and a closet is at the end.” You pointed to each door as you spoke.

You turned to him once again, “If you need anything just ask, tomorrow we are going to the Sanctum to send you home.”

You inwardly cringed at how unfeeling you sounded about him leaving.

Peter walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. You though that meant he needed nothing and so you turned to your room to resign for the night.

“Y/n...” You froze in your steps, “What did you mean by ‘I am everything you needed to find.”

Shit, You had been hoping to avoid this. After you had said it you powered off your car and set off for your apartment at a brisk pace. You and Peter said nothing about it. You both had said nothing at all to each other. You had been praying he would drop it.

You weren’t keen on admitting that it was a vulnerable moment to you. “Nothing important, good night.” Your voice was steady, and emotionless. You hated it. You took a few steps towards your room.

You felt a gust of wind pass by your ear and in a flash you see Peter standing in front of you. “Tell me, why was finding me better than finding your long lost boyfriend? What about finding me was so good?” He put his hands on your shoulders and looked at you.

You tried not to be vulnerable with him (or anyone in that case) but here he stood being perfectly open with you.

“Look I was taken from my world to play the role of someone else. And not even a good role. The part I played was meant to break down on Wanda, you don’t understand being used to hijack someones grief.”

So it did bother him. You felt like the worlds number one ignorant jerk for assuming it hadn’t.

He let out a shaky breath, “So please, just tell me the truth.”

And as he looked at you, and you looked at him, you saw the rawest form of who Peter was in his eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and his showed everything inside so clearly. And it was beautiful. But it was also lost and in pain.

And you fell in love with him that night. Even if just a little bit. Even if you didn’t realize it yet, you would understand in the future. Even if you despised those cheesy romance films where the characters fell in love in a day. Even if you swore it was unrealistic, you couldn’t help yourself. And it wasn’t because he was like Pietro (well maybe its just a little because of that). It was because he was so wonderfully different.

“I went looking for a ghost of my past and instead I found something better.”

’Yes’, you decided. Peter was better.

If you had found Pietro you would have been trying to jump back in where you had left off but theres a high chance that wouldn’t have worked. Youd have to work your way back up to where you had been and that could have taken an agonizingly long time. It would have destroyed you.

Peter wasnt satisfied with your answer, and if you were being honest with yourself you weren’t satisfied either. He pressed on “And what makes me better?”

You held his gaze “What I needed more than anything in the world was a friend. Thats all.”

Yes. A friend. You had finally made a friend and for the first time since you moved out of the avengers compound, you didn’t feel so lonely tonight.

Peter gave you a soft, uncertain smile “A... Friend?”

You smiled back “Yeah, and you are probably the best friend that I could find.” You didnt know it, but every one of those words engraved themselves over his heart and he would carry them with him for years to come.

Before you could say anything else Peter pulled you into a hug. It engulfed you with warmth and you never wanted to leave. You put your arms around Peter and held him back. And he felt safe. And you both reveled in the feeling of being held so tenderly and lovingly. He shoved his face into the crook of your neck and you swore you heard a muffled “Thank you”.

You never wanted him to leave.

Which worsens the fact that you had both planned for him to leave as soon as possible.

#Peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fluff #wandavision #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #ralph bohner #marvel #xmen #dr strange #fluff #fanfiction

[mizunetzu]

Plz make a prat 2 to its your fault!!! It was SO GOOD!!

LMAO I WASNT GONNA BUT I BROKE 100 FOLLOWERS PURELY BC THAT FIC SO-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 2)

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

part one can be found here! , and if the link is broken, check my pinned masterlist!

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Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) carried over to Karasuno, in his second year of high school.

He was doing great. He joined the writing club, he did extra well in his English classes, and even made acquaintances who didn’t force them to learn a sport for the rest of their life’s.

He doesn’t think he’d call them “friends” though. They weren’t as close as he was to his ‘teammates’. Or Kenma. Or Kuroo.

But then again, his relationship with Kuroo wasn’t real. And (y/n) will forever hate him for that. He’ll hate his guts for as long as he lives, for wasting his time and giving up his passion just because he couldn’t suck it up to tell him he didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“(L/n)-San, you’re late.”

A cold sweat broke out on (y/n). He looked up at his history teacher, with a nervous smile. He didn’t care for that class as much as the others, so it’s hard to keep up when you aren’t interested.

“(L/n), this is your third offense. I’m going to have to send you to detention. Take your seat and see me after class.”

“Yes sensei...”

He tiptoed to his seat and slid into his chair, with his head down. It was his first detention. He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was nervous.

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The detention wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. When he walked in, the teacher supervising was asleep on his desk, and there were only about 4-5 second years in there.

None really stood out, minus the one sitting in the corner, with his feet up, spinning a volleyball in between his hands. He had hair that reminded him of that bitch Kuroo, except it was styled like that on purpose, and there was a streak of blond straight in the middle.

The stranger seemed to catch his disgusted face, and said “Oi-you got a problem, pretty boy?”

(Y/n) wiped the look off his face and leaned a against the wall, not wanting to sit down. He stood there for about 5 minutes, before he heard the ever so familiar sound of a volleyball being smacked. Absentmindedly, he turned towards the sound, and brought his hands up to receive the ball. It’s the first thing they drill into your mind in that prison called Nekoma, so could you really blame him?

The thing he didn’t expect, was the ball to actually hit his hands. He thought the sound was in his head, or the boy just smacked the ball in his hands, but he didn’t think that he threw the damn ball at him. The ball effortlessly bounced off his arms and flew back into the hands of the boy, who had a shocked, excited, expression.

“You play volleyball?!” The boy jumped out of his seat and ran up to him. He was short, but then again, (y/n) wasn’t that tall to begin with.

“I...don’t...I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit! That was a perfect receive! I’ve seen guys on my team who don’t have a receive as good as that!”

Team? He thought there would be no ‘team’. This is the one school with that ‘fallen crows’ thing, right?

The boy was jumping up and down, praising his receive and making weird sound effects. He’s never really been praised on his receive before. It was heartwarming.

“-and you gotta join my team!”

“Hell no. I don’t play volleyball anymore. I’m done with it.” The words came out like an automated response. The boy tilted his head to the side.

“Why not? Your one of those new kids right? I don’t think I’ve seen you last year.”

“I don’t care much to talk about it” (y/n) chuckled and sat down. The boy sat down next to him, to his disappointment.

“I’m Nishinoya Yuu. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).” (Y/n) said nothing more, mainly because he was used to going by his first name at Nekoma.

“(Y/n)? Just (y/n)? Is that your first name or your last orrrr-“

“First,” (y/n) drummed his fingers on the desk. “I don’t like formalities when it comes to spor-“

That response came out automatically aswell. It’s something Kenma said so much, that he started doing it aswell. They weren’t even doing sports. They’re in detention for gods sake.

“Nice to meet you man!” Nishinoya gave him a pat on the back. (Y/n) flinched a bit. Kenma wasn’t touchy at all, and Kuroo avoided as much contact with him as possible. Yet this...stranger was talking to him like he was the last person on earth. He was the center of attention right now. And he loved that feeling.

Are all countryside people this nice? Back in Tokyo, or at least with Kenma and Kuroo, they weren’t so...touchy. And the team wasn’t touchy as well. But maybe this is different. Maybe...

“You have to at least VISIT the practice! I won’t force you to join! But this is my last day of detention before I finally return and it would be cool if I got another player in! Not that I’m assuming you’ll want to play instantly but-“

“I’ll do it.”

“Really!?”

He was just going to watch. He wanted to see how different the Miyagi players were compared to Tokyo. That’s all. After that he’s going to leave. No more volleyball.

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Nishinoya and (y/n) became good friends during the remainder of the detention. He told (y/n) he was a libero, and asked what his old position was. He lied and said he was a libero too. There was really no reason to lie, but he didn’t want to say he was a setter either.

On their way to the gym, (y/n) could practically feel how excited Nishinoya was. It was something (y/n) could never understand. They neared the entrance to the gym, when Nishinoya suddenly sprinted inside. A ball hurdled towards him, and he returned in the direction it came from, with little to no effort.

(Y/n) jogged in after him. “Noya! Warn me when you start sprinting damnit! you scared me!” A boy with bright orange hair, also pretty short, stared at Nishinoya with wide eyes.

“He’s...he’s shorter than me!”

“Huh? Hey, what did you just say?!” The libero got ready to pounce on the other short boy when he choked out a panicked “s-sorry!”

They started going back and forth on stuff

(y/n) wasn’t paying attention to, when 3 other people walked into the gym.

“Oi! Noya-San!”

“Ryu!”

The unknown people started greeting Nishinoya, while (y/n) stood awkwardly to the side.

“Oh! Let me introduce you.” Noya gestured towards (y/n), who stiffened once all eyes landed on him. My name is (y/n), uh-just (y/n). I don’t like formalities when it comes to sports.”

“Yeah! He said he wanted to watch-“

“Actually I want to join.”

It was something (y/n) said on impulse, after looking at everyone’s friendly attitude. They looked at (y/n), even though he was a total stranger, like he was a part of the family. He couldn’t help the words spilling out of his mouth. Nishinoya went silent, along with everyone in the room. A smile grew on Noyas face as he shook (y/n’s) shoulders giddily.

“That’s great! What position are you going to play?” The black haired dude with tan skin said, walking up to (y/n) and patting him on the back. Again, with everyone’s kindness. It’s so weird.

“Set-“

His throat closed in as if it told him he wasn’t supposed to say that. He felt the piercing stare of a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was most likely a setter. He also looked at the kind smile of the man with silver hair, but how his eyes betrayed his kind look. They looked sad, and droplet of sweat rolled down his cheek. He was probably a setter, too. (Y/n) closed his mouth, then opened it again.

“...Libero. I want to play libero with Noya, if that’s alright.”

(Y/n) hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision. Not of signing up as a libero, his defense was pretty strong and on par with Noyas. He just hoped he wouldn’t regret joining the volleyball team he sought to never set foot on.

But everyone’s warm, friendly smiles made him forget about his inner turmoil, even temporarily.

He’d guess he’d have to quit the writing club, then.

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“Rolllllling thunnnnnder!”

Noya dove for the ball and tumbled away, before standing up, looking proud of himself.

Tanaka and (y/n) started laughing hysterically, while Suga awkwardly mused out a “N-nice receive..”

“Why did he yell that out?” Kageyama looked just as dumbfounded as Sugawara, while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi stifled their laughter. “Pfft-what was that?”

“Kageyama! Tsukishima! Yamaguchi! I’m going to lecture you all! Crouch down! I mean-sit down!”

That just made (y/n) laugh even harder. He forgot why he hated volleyball so much, his stamina built to the point he wasn’t dying when he ran laps, and moments like these made him feel like he was on top of the world. He had a family. A new start. Things were going great. Nothing could ever-

“Everyone! I want you to gather around!” Takeda-Sensei burst through the gym doors, making everyone turn their heads. He started talking about some “golden week training camp” and how they needed to practice. (Y/n) wasn’t really paying attention, choosing to jokingly poke Tanakas waist with a “rollingu tsandaa~!!” Until-

“-and for the last day of golden week, I’ve arranged a practice match!”

Tanaka shooed away (y/n’s) hands and cheered. “Whooah! Who’s our opponent?”

“A venerated school in Tokyo, Nekoma high school.”

(Y/n’s) heart stopped. Every moment of his childhood he wasted cane flooding back just as he started to feel content with his new high school life. His eyes widened dramatically and his mouth hung open a tad. Sugawara seemed to notice, and gave him a concerned look as everyone was buzzing about the practice match.

“You okay?” No response.

“(Y/n?)” no response.

(Y/n) felt the ground swirling under his feet. It suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air in the gym and the knee pads squeezed the everliving hell out of his legs.

“(Y/n)!” All eyes were on him. He was on the ground, sitting down and starring blankly at Takeda-sensei, while everyone silently stared back at (y/n).

This situation felt familiar.

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The training camp flew by in a flash. It was one or two day before the dreaded match with Nekoma, and they were sprinting around the street to warmup. However Hinata, being Hinata, ran too far and unknowningly, to a place he didn’t recognize.

“Did I get lost?” His thoughts were intruded when he saw a boy, with bleach blond hair, sitting on the curb playing on his phone.

‘A bright red jersey. You don’t see much of those around here.’ Hinata thought.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Hinata ran up to the boy, who was obviously startled by Hinatas sudden exclamation. He looked from his phone, to Hinata, then to the ground.

“Um...I’m lost...”

“Eh? You’re from out of town?” Hinata cocked his head to the side, as the boy with the blond hair turned back to his phone.

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, with Hinata admiring the game the boy was playing on his phone, when he suddenly jumped up, squealing.

“Are you a volleyball player?! Those are volleyball shoes!”

“Oh...yeah...”

The boy put his phone down and looked at him though his mop of hair. Hinata jumped up and down excitedly.

“I’m in a volleyball club too. I’m Hinata Shoyo!”

Another silence engulfed them, before the boy spoke up. “Kozume...”

“Kozume? That’s you name?”

The boy, ‘Kozume’, looked down at his bag. He then drew his gaze back up, mumbling out a “Kenma” before he looked back down.

“So your Kenma, Huh? Are you in high school?”

“Yeah...I’m a second year.”

Hinata stiffened and straighted his posture rigidly. “Crap! Your older than me! P-pardon me!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t really like formalities when it comes to sports.”

That statement made Hinatas shoulders relax, now sporting an odd look on his face. Kenma noticed his gaze, but said nothing. The thing he said now, was exactly what (Y/n) always said. When he introduced himself when he joined, when he introduced himself to Asahi who joined soon after, and to everyone whom he didn’t know beforehand when in the gym. It was like his catch phase.

“You...remind me of one of my teammates. Uh-! Not exactly! He’s more um...rowdy? B-But you said something he always says and-“

Kenma perked up, whipping his head to Hinata with questioning eyes. He, however, noticed his abrupt nature, and looked back down, trying to focus on his phone.

“Um...what position do you play?”

“Setter.”

“Ehhh?! Really? Your waaay different than our setter! our setter is a litt-“

“Does your setter have (H/c) hair? Or is he kind of clingy who likes video games?”

Hinata looked at him with a confused expression. Kenma looked at Hinata with prying eyes that almost seemed desperate. He was clutching his phone in his hands a little too tightly, to the point his knuckles turned white.

After taking Hinatas silence for a ‘no’ he turned his attention back to his phone, with pursed lips and a “...nevermind...”

The conversation they had was pretty tame afterwards, Hinata complaining about how scary his setter is or how it’s odd that he’s short for a middle blocker.

(Y/n) came jogging down the street Hinata took, along with Sugawara trailing behind him. Once (y/n) took sight of the familiar orange tuft of hair, he smiled. However, once he was about to call out his name, he heard a voice and a name he hasn’t heard in forever.

“Kenma!”

(Y/n) looked past Hinata to see a boy with blond hair. It wasn’t the Kenma he knew, his Kenma has black hair, but it could’ve easily been bleached. He looked a little further and locked eyes with someone he sought to destroy from his mind.

Kuroo.

(Y/n) stood there, frozen to his core, before a harsh glare graced the cheery persona he sought to uphold. Kenma stood up and waved a goodbye to his new friend, before jogging up to Kuroo. Kuroo broke into a cold sweat, shoving his hands in his pockets and averting his eyes guiltily.

Sugawara rounded the corner, before his eyes landed on Hinata and (y/n).

“Ah! Hinata!”

Hinata flinched and turned around to see Sugawara, and (y/n), who was clenching his fists with a disgusted look on his face.

“Man, we were looking all over-“

“Who were you talking you, Hinata?”

(Y/n’s) words dripped with venom. He wasn’t one to get angry, but he grew to resent Nekoma as a whole. Not just Kuroo. He hated Nekoma almost as much as he used to hate sports.

“Uh-I made a friend-he says he plays volleyball too-“

“No shit.”

(Y/n) scoffed and walked away, presumably to go back to where everyone was. Suga and Hinata stood there awkwardly.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know...we should go back, though.”

The two boys trailed behind (y/n), deciding that he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

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Pt 3??? Anyone??? Lmaooo

#hq x male reader #hq fics #haikyuu kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x male reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq kuroo #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo angst

[half-a-hetero]

ATLA BATTLE OF THE BANDS AU SETUP PT. 1

oK SO I’VE HAD THIS AU IN MY HEAD FOR TWO FKN DAYS AND I HAVE COME TO EVER SO GRACIOUSLY INJECT IT INTO YOUR MIND- THE GAANG PLUS YUE AND THE FIRE NATION GALS IN BANDS. a battle of the bands au. tHINK OF THE aRt. n i’m thinking zukka and yueki, and they meet at battle of the bands but yk...we got 2 sets of pining idiots yk yk. i thought this up five (5) days ago and iM DYING 

(tw: mentions of canon-typical abuse, and past death)

this is basically just the setup but i’ll add little tidbits and worldbuilding and art later

zuko (18): drums + backup vocals

mai (16): bass guitar

ty lee (15): keyboard

azula (15): lead guitar + vocals

suki (17/18): rhythm guitar

they do some group vocals/harmonies but not that often

so like azula has this really strong, really powerful voice, and that means she could do really moving rock ballads/power ballads, and etc etc. she took extensive guitar and voice lessons as a kid because of That Fucker Ozai™ and thats why she has so much control. same with zuko, except he didnt take voice lessons (he just liked singing) and quit guitar after ozai went to jail (it was a painful reminder of The Shit He Went Through) and took up drums to let out his anger and frustrations instead. Azula stuck with guitar because it was something she loved to do, despite her past.

where azula has a bold voice, zuko has a raspy-yet-smooth-at-the-same-time one that matches azula’s really well. while she’s off singing power notes, hes singing the lower, raspier undertones and it sounds really nice.

zuko also took up art classes and is genuinely proud of his work.

he’s secretly (its not that much of a secret) an art nerd

zuko, azula, and suki wrote a few songs together, kinda

for lack of better explanation, ozai was (canon-typically) abusive, and he got drunk one day and got mad at zuko and pushed him. zuko fell into the fireplace, and boom. scar.

azula got mainly mental trauma because zuko would take the blow for her, but she got therapy and theyre both for the most part better (there are still some relapses)

azula’s secretly a DC nerd

zUkO wEaRs riNgs 

the canon-typical atla “ozai pitting them against eachother sibling rivalry” comes into play through guitar (hence why zuko drops it. he wanted to let his sister have something she loved for herself. also, he didnt like it). ozai was a classical guitarist and famous [the money and the “royalty” canon aspects]

should i….mullet zuko?

aro azula and toph >>>>

ty lee is still from the circus, except this time mai was there too, which is where she learned knife-throwing. they both ran away from the circus summer after freshman year and met azula though mai’s bass lessons (alternatively, they met at martial arts classes). theyre 14/15. they moved in with azula, zuko, and iroh around the middle of sophomore year (grade 10) when ozai was arrested. the azula and ty lee were 15, mai was 16, and zuko was 17 at the time, around the ages they were in the show when the war ended (i think??)

azula said it didn't matter cause they had a huge house. she says it was half-empty, anyways, but mai and ty lee know that meant she liked their company.

they get along really well with suki

everyone realizes they can all play instruments, the core parts of a [rock] band. they start playing together, and eventually decide to become a band

their band is called ‘the kyoshi warriors’ (or something idk this is off the top of my head) in honor of the girls’ martial arts instructor, master kyoshi, who passed away

WAIT SJITGHHFSD FAN THE FLAMES IS A GOOD NAME TOO WHAT (although i can see that being more of a song name) credits to boom ( @boomerangsandadora) for that (go check out their ideas on this au)

theyre inseparable

together, mai, ty lee, suki, azula and zuko look fucking menacing. just imagine that. fucking bamfs

mai skateboards. just. this is a kind of important plot device. shh.

suki joins their friend group gradually. first, she’s attended azula’s martial arts class since they were in second grade, and moved up the belts like wildfire (along with azula). she tried to befriend azula a few times, but gave up over the years because azula wasnt interested in friendship (no thanks to ozai pressuring her to always be first. azula saw her as a rival, suki saw azula as a particularly competitive classmate and but equal in skill). She was zuko’s classmate since freshman year (grade 9) but only became his friend in sophomore year through a literature assignment the two were paired up in. she was really his only friend, cause everyone was too busy sizing up his scar. the two became inseparable then on.

she plays rhythm guitar because she loves guitar but agrees that azula is better at being in the (relative) spotlight

on the outside, suki and zuko looked tough, but underneath that, they’re two bumbling, pining gay idiots

suki’s parents both died in a fire, so she grew up with her “cool gay aunt” who was also a feminist and a mixed martial arts instructor.

suki spends her time teaching the beginner classes at the dojo

she met azula + the girls thru martial arts and zuko

overall thingies:

even though zuko is oblivious to sokka’s reciprocate feelings, no one else is. mai, azula, and ty le are just like “zuko wtf you’re more blind than toph”

he thinks the rest of his friends dont know about his crush bu he forgets who his sister is. honestly. all he talks about is sokka, it isnt hard.

unlike a lot of other bands, they actually have more complicated and interesting bass riffs, and a lot of times when writing songs they start with bass and build up from there

azula and toph get along becaus theyre the only sensible ones around. all their friends are pining idiots and they bond over their mutual superiority 🪄🧃🧃

mai skateboards at the same skatepark as sokka and aang. she’s long since past trying to teach zuko (he’s an uncoordinated gay mess) (who can somehow still play drums ??what???)but once she sees him agree to learn to skate from sokka she knows what’s up

suki’s birthday is during th time this fic happens, and she invites yue to the party (she tells zuko he has to invite sokka because even though she loves her bestie, he really is dumb)

“hey yue, we’re having a little get-together for my birthday, and i was wondering if you wanted to come?” compare to zuko’s “uh—hey sokka? i, um. suki’s birthday is pretty soon, and, well. we’re having a get-together to celebrate? and i—she asked me to invite someone? andifyoudontwannagothatstotallyfineimsorryforbotheringyou-” (includes much stammering and heavy blushing)

on the outside suki’s all calm (someone has to be the “i’m a mess but i dont look it” friend🙄🙄. honestly)but on the inside she’s like

“oh my gOD is that dyed hair hOLY FUcK thats so badass and she pLAYS BASS TOo that’s hOt”

“WAITWHATTHEFUCKISSHESPEAKINGTOME- ?? she’s laughing now she’s gORGEOUS- ThE giGGLEs i CANt bREatHE-”

“hOLY mOtHEr of kYosHi sHe’s wEAriNG lEsbiAn riNgS sHIT and her voice is so nice too fUCK i think i’m in love-”

#battle of the bands au #atla #i dont know what happened but i drank a gallon of fic idea juice and this happened #iT HASNT WORN OFF #THIS IS JUST PART ONE I HAVE THE REST TOO #im drowning in this fic idea #@writers 😏😏 hey #anyone wanna cowrite #zukka #yueki #possibly mailee #mailee #ITS ON #i’m so excited #im drafting some art too #avatar the last airbender fanfic #ideas #AYYO IF YALL HAVE INPUT AND IDEAS ILL TAKE IT #zukka fanfiction #yueki fanfiction #its a gay mess #okay imma stop it with the tags now #bye #suki #yue #sokka #zuko #azula #toph #aang