#but now we're finally here and it weirdly feels like a big moment for me

[parvuls]

okay wait I'm writing an actual post so I can start handling all these emotions

#in the tags #because I am extremely aware of the privilege involved in buying extra content and even getting it shipped so fast #if seeing madison/kickstarter talk bothers you feel free to ignore this post! it'll likely be my last one on the subject. #but the thing is: three and something years ago I was deeply depressed and confined to my house because of covid #I hadn't been active in any fandoms in 3-4 years at that point and I started to think I'd never feel this passionate again #and then I read omgcp in a fit of insomnia one night #and then waited with baited breath for the last episode to go up so I could write a completley canon compliant madison fic #I spent six months obsessively writing it. #it was my first long fic in 5-6 years and working on it honestly - genuinely - dragged me out of that bad place. #when I posted it I knew one day it'd be jossed by canon madison but I was so okay with it. I couldn't WAIT #and tbh I thought it'd happen much sooner than it did #but now we're finally here and it weirdly feels like a big moment for me #like a: look where we were and where we're at now kind of moment. like a: end of an era kind of moment. #by no means the end of my omgcp era #but I think a part of me just felt unfinished as long as this moment was still unfulfilled #anyway. if you were here when I was completely new to this fandom and just started talking about that 2015 summer nonstop #just know you were a major part of my mental health journey during covid and that I appreciate it so fucking much #rip madison fixation 👋 you've served me well #text

[ursafootprints]

*eagerly holds up microphone ;D

1, 3, 12, 13, 17, 22, 24, 26, 27, 29, 30

Sldkfjsdf 💖💖💖 THANK YOU FRIEND you're the sean evans to my weeping-while-answering-questions interviewee

1, 12, 24 have all been answered!

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? Oh, gosh. That I can finish something longer than five chapters? That banking all my oneshot ideas is a great way to focus on a main project but means I will be extremely scattered from having too many WIPs in the aftermath? I feel like I'm much less thoughtful/self-aware about this kind of stuff than a lot of other authors, lmao.

13. What fic was the easiest to write? Cheating because it was by far the shortest, but it happens here every day (and its soon-to-be-posted Part 2, as they were actually originally written as a one-shot, haha.) I finished each scene in one sitting of CLAMP-fuelled brainworms.

For the ones that are on more equal ground wordcount-wise, Pyrite was the easiest! I had a pretty solid idea of what I wanted out of it and didn't struggle overly much with any of the individual elements.

17. What were your go-to writing snacks? Salt & vinegar chips are my favorite snack, but I don't snack while I write! I don't wanna get chipfingers on my keyboard.

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene I can't actually pick a favorite from the last two chapters of YNYD (Peter's talks with May? Tony and Peter's final date night before Peter moves for MIT?? the final scene?!), so instead, from Pyrite:

"I accepted that I had no fucking clue what Dad would let you get away with all the way back when you were three and I didn't revert to being an only child after you drew all over his Shelby Cobra with a screwdriver," he said, rolling his eyes at the memory. It's not like he'd at all wanted his baby brother to get slapped into next Tuesday, but— "For all I know you could blow Norman Osborn right in front of him and he'd just compliment your technique." "Tony!" Peter squawked with a peal of horrified laughter, twisting up out of Tony's lap to shove at his shoulder in protest. "'Hmm, excellent work, son,'" Tony intoned in a well-practiced imitation of their father, catching Peter's wrists. "'See how he's working the shaft, Anthony? Now this is how a worthy Stark successor sucks cock.'" "Oh my god," Peter wailed as he struggled against Tony's grip to try and shut him up, beet red and laughing.

Despite being wholly inappropriate, Tony was actually just being a big brother rather than trying to flirt with Peter here, and so this part actually struck me as being weirdly charming as a look into what their sibling relationship could've been like if not for… everything.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Oh finishing YNYD for sure. I've never written anything near that long or complex before (my next-longest work is only 37k vs YNYD's 166k,) much less finished it, and it felt like a massive accomplishment.

If we're talking something more specific to the writing process, coming up with the idea of using Hanahaki as the premise for the wicked love sequel was also super satisfying! I was pretty content with the idea of just letting the first part stand alone as a full-on tragedy, but I did keep rolling the idea of "but what would their relationship look like after that" around in my mind just out of sheer fascination with it.

I didn't think my answer at the time ("they'd get therapy but Tony wouldn't really ever open up to talk about it and things would never really be the same I guess???") would be that interesting to write or read, but landing on "Tony would be forced to talk about it because his son got Hanahaki" was immediately exciting!

27. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? I live in a constant state of buying myself a little treat, so I probably did that, but otherwise not really actually!

29. If this were an awards show, who would you thank? Lolll oh god. You and @shivanessa for sure for all the lovely gifts and for being such thoughtful and supportive readers and friends, my sibling for listening to me ramble about my fics, Rome for letting me bounce ideas off of them and being a wonderful friend and cheerleader, allllllll of my regular commenters…!! You guys are what makes being in fandom so fun 💖💖💖

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024? Lmaoooooooooo

People were sharing their WIPs lists in the Super Starkers server a while back so I threw one together and, well…

…We'll see what happens!!

#ursa asks #ask games #liliaaa 💖💖💖

[kakyoinswifey]

can i ask for lover with jotaro? (sfw) thank you and congrats on this milestone! hope you celebrate many more :P

characters ; kujo jotaro

genre ; fluff

one of my favorite songs! and i love so much jotaro, thank you for this and for your wishes! i'm leaving the song here because it's so pretty and maybe it looks good with this drabble.

LOVER — JOTARO KUJO x READER

You were hardly paying attention to your best friend's speech. You were happy Polnareff went to your wedding, and you wanted to laugh at him for those tears he was containing, but you were focused in the warm feeling in your heart. All you could do was look at the big hand holding yours, both of your hands decorated with a gold ring now. You smiled at the sight of them, those rings that symbolized your marriage with the man you love.

And you weren't the only one admiring them. A squeez in your hand made you look up to meet the aquamarine gaze above you. You smiled at him, with a blush in your cheeks and feeling flustered. "Is the Polnareff's speech that boring?" You heard him saying. You chuckle quietly. "I could ask you the same thing, you were looking at me from the beginning." Now he was the one laughing discreetly.

You continued to be lost in each other's eyes, until the applause around you made both of you out of your own world. A world where only the two of you existed. "And now, I want to invite my dearest friends to come here! The beautiful bride, (Y/N)! And... Jotaro." Some laughter was heard in the back of the tables, you just shook your head at Polnareff's joke and you saw that Jotaro just smiled. "I agree with him. You're the most beautiful bride in the world." He whispered just for you to hear him.

You looked up to him again. "You're determined to make me blush all night, aren't you?" Jotaro didn't say anything back at you, but of course he was. Instead, he took your hand and leaded you to the center of the place, listening to Polnareff. It was the dance floor, but it had been where all of your family and loved ones gave their own speeches, discussing their wishes for you, the newly married couple.

You two knew this was the time you were supposed to dance. The first dance as husband and wife. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, but you were so happy it didn't matter. You saw Joseph raising the glass up too. "A toast to my grandson and (Y/N), and for their married life to be happy!" Everybody agreed with the toast and a slow song began to play. Jotaro stared at you, you could tell he was nervous too. "I'm not the best dancer, you know?" You said to throw the shyness out. "Yare yare, don't tell me." His hand took yours again, while the other held you by the waist. Your free hand went to his shoulder and you began to sway to the rhythm of the song...

And that was the moment when you realized that everything both of you went through had been worth it. The good moments and even the bad ones, the dates, the fights, his proposal... Every single moment lead both of you to this moment, in where you were finally a married couple. Husband and wife, to share all the things, the burdens, the dreams and the family.

"I still can't believe we're married." You said accidentally. Jotaro looked at you weirdly, so you giggled. "In the good way, you silly! I mean... We're a family now. I'm happy, so happy to be your wife now, and I hope you feel like this too."

You felt his hand in your waist pulling you closer to him, his hand leaved yours and accompanied his other in your waist, so you you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were still 'dancing', surrounded by other people. You really appreciated that Jotaro forgot about the rest for a moment and showed his love even when you weren't alone.

"I do. I know I'm not good at this, but I really love you. I will always be proud to have you by my side." He said. Some tears gathering in your eyes, bright with emotion. "I don't want to be away from you. Never. So, can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?" You asked, placing your head in his chest, listening to his heartbeats.

His head rested on yours easily, due to the height gap. "Forever and ever."

PLEASE, I LOVED TO WRITE THIS. GIVE LOVE TO THIS TOO.

#jjba x reader #jjba #jotaro x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro x you #jotaro fluff #jotaro kujo #jotaro x y/n #jjba jotaro #jjba stardust crusaders #jojo #jotaro headcanons #jotaro part 4 #kujo jotaro #part 3 jotaro #jojo jotaro

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

"..you were supposed to be dead."

Martin and Peter?

Hope you don't mind me stealing the idea of Martin and a vampire Peter for this! :D

Warning: injury, mentioned vampire death (but not Peter!)

On with the fic!

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"Fascinating, absolutely fascinating. Let's see what is up with this blood..."

Peter could hear a voice he didn't know, and he was confused, that didn't sound like a woman. Wasn't he hunting down a vampire with huge tits just moments ago? One that called him a few insulting names when she realized he wasn't quite the snack that he actually was.

Well, not her type of snack anyway, considering he remembered her chomping down on his shoulder and getting a mouth full of old blood.

Dumbass, at least he remembers to use his nose to tell if someone's alive or dead.

Most of the time.

He felt a sharp jab in his arm and he twitched in reaction, not quite awake yet. Then again, from the searing pain in the back of his head, he had a feeling that he had a concussion that was slowly healing, even with his new healing abilities. How did he get a head injury?

Oh, right, he tried to fight Big Tits in a stairwell and he got knocked backwards.

Did she take him to some other vampire or something? He sniffed the air and nope, he smelled a human. Fully alive, with fresh, hot blood-

Ew, gross, stop doing that brain! There's a tub of pig's blood at the penthouse just begging to be made into a shouldn't-be-delicious-but-sadly-is smoothie at home!

The poking at arm, and apparently at the bite he got, stopped. He heard a small intake of air, a long pause, and Peter opened an eye, finally coming to enough sense to do so.

He was in a room with a bright light (looked like a selfie ring light, two of the bulbs were dead), and there was a man hovering above him with wild, blond hair that looked... dyed. Yeah, he could see some gray at the roots.

The man was wearing a surgical mask and was hovering over him with what looked like a pen knife and a syringe. Somewhere in his heavy head, Peter hoped it was clean.

The man stared down at him, blinked twice, and then looked bothered, as if Peter was suddenly an inconvenience to him. "...you were supposed to be dead."

"Tell me about it, ol' man." Peter grumbled. "I've been sayin' that to my gorgeous reflection for weeks now."

"This is not recent?" The stranger asked, suddenly interested in Peter.

"Three months like this is not recent, yeah?" Peter grunted, trying to sit up, but he was pushed back down. He just realized that he was shirtless. "Hey, if you wanna see me with my beautiful body on display, you gotta pay the ticket price. It's on my website."

The man removed his mask, that was a hell of a beard he had, all pushy and blond and gray. He looked like a teddy bear. Okay, the concussion was still healing, uhg. "Well, it's hard to do an examination of an oddly healing body with no heartbeat when they're wearing a shirt."

"Gross, why are you examining me?"

"Because the woman who weirdly shriveled into a dried out husk when I slit her throat was making odd comments about you. And as a medical professional, I needed to see for myself what was wrong."

"Then go examine Big Tits, Doctor Bear, I gotta get home." He tried to get up again, only to be pushed down by a large, warm hand to his chest.

The man was smiling at him, and Peter suddenly felt like he should be very worried for his undead life now. "Oh, I don't think we're done here just yet. And while Doctor Bear sounds rather like something my ex would have called me in the bedroom, my name is actually Dr. Whitly, and I think it would be wise if you let me do what I need to do."

The smile grew just a bit more. "Don't worry, you can trust me. I was certified one before to do this."

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Don't worry, Peter's fine, Martin just wants to know how the corpse he found in the stairwell of the building he was hiding in that night was suddenly healing from a nasty bite.

#martin whitly x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[ateezfanficthingies]

Panic Attack - Reader × Song Mingi

GENRE: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1314

You heard Mingi's crazed breathing from the other room and you know the what that he's breathing means he's having either a panic or anxiety attack.

Disclaimer: I don't have anxiety, and have only had one panic attack in my entire life (it was also like 3 years ago and I barely remember it), so please forgive me if any of this is written weirdly because I'm going off of the very few experiences with panic attacks I've had. I wanted to write this after a close friend of mine had a severe one, I wasn't really able to help her in that moment but for this story I tried remembering some ways that you can help someone during a panic attack so that this can help you keep those tips in the back of your mind in case you need them while also just reading a fluffy oneshot story I rushed.

(I didn’t realise this was gonna be posted ON MINGI’S BIRTHDAY but it was, so happy birthday?? I guess?? I posted a much better happy birthday message for him on my main blog. XD)

THIS IS MEANT PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT NOR SLANDER ATEEZ NOR IT'S MEMBERS IN ANY WAY.

Y/N's POV:

I rushed in after a few seconds realising what was happening. I could hear his rapid and loud breathing in the room next door but I wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack, but I was definitely sure now.

I almost burst into the room but tried to keep myself calm so as to not worsen his state. I quickly approached his heaving figure sitting on the edge of the bed and I knelt down in front of him, softly holding onto his shoulders, trying to get him to focus on me and not his erratic breathing.

"Mingi? Mingi look at me." I tried to catch his eyes with mine and hold them there. His wide eyes were filled with fear and he kept clutching his shirt and throat. His face was stained with tear tracks. When he started speaking my heart shattered.

"I-I-I-I-I c-can't br-breathe. M-my throat keeps c-closing up-!" He continued hyperventilating as my mind raced trying to think of how I could get him to calm down.

"W-what's h-happen-ning?" His eyes glossed with fresh tears.

"Shh... Baby, baby look at me. Look at me. You're having a panic attack."

"B-b-b-but this doesn't f-feel like a-any p-panic attack I've h-h-had!"

"That's because this is a big one. But I'm here for you okay?" I kept rubbing his shoulders so I could divert some of his attention. When he nodded it was onto his breathing.

"We're gonna focus on your breathing, okay? You remember the breathing technique?" He nodded furiously.

I stumbled on a breathing technique that was supposed to help you in moments of extreme stress.

Breathe in for 4 seconds.

Hold your breath for 8 second.

Breathe out for 7 seconds.

"Breathe in with me. 4 in..." I counted down with my fingers in front of him and let his eyes dart from mine to my hand.

"Hold for 8." I tried to not count down too quickly because the point of this is to slow down your breathing.

"7 out..." His exhale was shaky to say the least.

"Well done baby. One more time." He nodded and we repeated the exercise. I honestly couldn't tell that much of a difference, but didn't want to annoy him by repeating the exercise. So I resorted to something else.

"Baby, what colour is my shirt?" He looked at my shirt the way a child would look at a scary monster in their book of bedtime stories, but he managed to answer.

"B-blue."

"Well done baby. Where are you right now?"

"I-I-in our apartment."

"Yes." I had to remind myself to pause so he doesn't feel bombarded with questions.

"What's this that you're wearing?" I held onto some of the fabric of his pants.

"Jeans-s." He breathing was finally calming down a bit.

"Well done baby. Well done..." I tried to keep my voice soft and not speak too quickly. We continued the exercise for a few more rounds. I eventually stopped speaking for a little bit and rubbed his thigh as he got more control over his breathing.

"S-s-s-sorry." He said sheepishly as he tried to swallow.

"What? Baby you don't have to apologise. It's fine. This isn't your fault." I tried to calmly reassure him.

About a minute later and his breathing was almost completely stable and his throat seemed to have opened up.

He explained (still with a slight but far less aggressive stutter) that he was just sitting on the bed when all of a sudden he couldn't breathe and his throat closed up. I just sat there trying my best to reassure him that everything's fine now.

It all seemed good until round two came in and his breathing skyrocketed again. His eyes getting glossy once more and judging by how he was again clawing at his throat, I assumed it had closed up once more.

I figured trying any breathing exercise or technique might annoy him and that idea was only backed up by how he kept trying to speak but his stuttering kept pissing him off beyond belief and he cursed at himself for it after every failed attempt. With the curses came more tears. I was not gonna test it out and see whether it annoyed him more or not.

"Shh it's okay baby. It's okay. Don't try to speak, you're gonna upset yourself. Just focus on your breathing. Focus on your breathing." He made eye contact, desperately trying to apologise with his eyes as he tried to breathe along with me. I didn't time anything, just normal deep breaths in and out. After a minute or so he seemed to have regained some control of his breathing again. I continued this breathing exercise, praising him and trying to keep him calm. He was halfway there when his breathing tried to increase again. I took his right hand and softly dragged it along the sequence pattern of the bedding.

"Feel the sequence baby. Follow the pattern. Just follow the pattern." I guided his hand along the circles and waves of the bedding and tried my best to direct all his focus to the bedding.

"I-I-m... I-I-I'm so s-sor. I-ARG! FUCK!" He clenched both his fists and his tears continued to pour out.

"Shhh baby don't worry. Don't talk just focus on the bedding." I was a lot calmer and it showed in my voice. I just continued guiding his hand and rubbing his thigh or shoulder to let him know I'm here.

I only had to remind him to breathe a few more times after that and finally he gained full control of his breathing and mind and the panic attack had passed.

Now I just had a shaky, fragile Mingi to deal with.

It was quiet and the only sound was his shaky breathing.

"Mingi... look at me. Look at me baby." I whispered, breaking the thin veil of silence in the room.

He looked at me, tears still spilling from his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry..." He sounded so sad.

"It's okay baby... Don't worry about it. Do you feel any better?" He nodded, savoring the feeling of being able to breathe.

Still holding onto him I got up (slowly because sitting on my knees for so long, my legs were in pain) and sat next to him on the bed, rubbing circles into his back. He broke down crying into my shoulder and I held onto him, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in his ear and pressing soft kisses on the side of his face. I played with his hair and let him calm down. After a minute or two of sobbing he was resting on my shoulder, exhausted out of his mind.

"Do you want me to get you some tissues?" He shook his head.

"Stay..." His nose was so blocked.

"Let me at least get you some tissues and water. Then I'll stay here for as long as you want baby. Hmm?" After a few seconds of thought he nodded and sat up to face me. I held his head in both my hands and wiped his tears away with my thumbs before softly kissing the tip of his nose. My heart fluttered as his eyes closed and he softly smiled.

I helped him get into bed and tried to get the water and tissues as quickly as possible, and came back with a big, full glass and a roll of toilet paper because I couldn't find the tissues. He blew his nose (a lot) and almost finished the whole glass. I set everything down on his side of the bed and went under the covers along with him. I took him into my arms, playing with his hair and kissing the top of his head and in less than a minute I could hear his snores. I softly smiled to myself pressing one more kiss to his temple.

"I love you Mingi..."

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #song mingi #panic attack #anxiety #song mingi fanfic #ateez song mingi

[ajdrawshq]

ztd crossover with kh but it's just Carlos meeting Terra, Diana meeting Aqua and Sean meeting Ven. Cursed or blessed concept. Go

HM. WELL. i immediately leaned toward cursed bc like (gestures vaguely at ztd) but that feels mean so im gonna try putting some thought into this

Carlos and Terra :] very good pair for the most part i think. just 2 big older bros doing what they do to try to help people.. but it all goes to shit kupo. i can see them getting along pretty well, both due to their personal experiences and bc of who they are in general. also now that i think abt it its kinda funny that both of them happen to be plagued by visions but only Carlos' have an actual explanation?? Terra morphogenetic field moment?? even funnier is that both of them have the same "welp. anyway" reaction to it like yeah this just happens sometimes 👍 kind of unfortunate Terra couldnt use his to prevent bad things from happening too but oh well. its not like hopping timelines is that easy in his universe anyway. Terra still gets bonus points on an individual level bc while there was very little he couldve done differently there Are things Carlos couldve just uh. not done. yknow. things that i think Terra would kick his ass over tbh

Diana and Aqua.... oof. on god we're gonna get u girls some therapy. they were both so severely fucked over by like. literally everything from ingame events to the narrative itself. trapped in two different but absolute hellholes of sitautions for Very Long Amounts of Time and only called upon as a pawn in a game that both defines and ruins their lives and their entire world, and they barely even know it. and the only people they get to talk to at some point in their respective hells are Sigma and Micheal Mouse (and Terra sort of).. yea i think id lose it too tbh. its interesting that Diana was a 100% crucial part of why ztd happened while Aqua's role in Xehanorts plan wasnt really until ddd/kh3 unless u count him planning the whole end of bbs.. before that she was more of an outside force? not that taking her out wouldnt change anything ofc but her direct actions were more harmful to the overall plan than going according to it. i might need to play bbs again to confirm that more but uhh i forgot where i was going with this. i could see them getting along but i dont really remember enough about Diana as a person to know just how well they would? i guess itd at least be nice to have someone else who knows what their oddly specific and horrific situations are like, more or less

finally Sean n Ven.. Man. talk abt kids who cant catch a break for their entire lives no matter how outragously short OR long. they both just have a Lot going on and play some of the most major roles in their respective stories and god knows they didnt ask for any of it!! tho weirdly enough i dont feel much for Sean considering how he fits into the kinda characters i usually get attached to. but maybe thats just bc it was ztd. anyway !! out of the 3 duos here i think these two are most likely to become actual friends. from the memory fuckery to having a greater role in everything than they couldve imagined (both of them essentially being a key at some point..) to even just. having a very limited world in some way. and not having full control over their bodies. and several other major things im probably forgetting they both have. lots and lots and lots of things. they are friends to me

and just some general other thoughts - while im. not entirely sure how to feel abt what ztd does with the morphogenetic field i can at least appreciate the weird memory stuff that comes with body hopping and the possibilities that has when tied to all the other weird memory stuff that already happens in kh for similar or different reasons. like the way ztd (and vlr to some extent) went about it didnt quite hit the way i wanted it to but the concept is cool to me? itd be fun to play around with it in the context of kh i think. or vice versa. altho maybe introducing multiple timelines to the kh universe isnt the best idea.. hm. much to think about

but yeah!!!! overall verdict: mostly blessed with some underlying hints of cursed. like a weird aftertaste

#just realizing that i wrote the whole Diana n Aqua one under the assumption that Diana would remember that but i #honestly have no idea if she does.? #ive been thinking abt this for DAYS u have no idea #i feel like i couldve gone more in depth with most of this but every time ive gone to write more on this its been like 6am #ty for this tho it was fun trying to think abt all this :3 #id like to hear what u think abt each of em as well - i never thought abt the parallels between em all but they do fit each other well #ask #mortellanarts #ztd #kh

[docholligay]

Okay but Doc now /I/ want your ifea for a POTO sequel that wouldn't reverse the Phantom's character development

I don't even think it would necessarily be that hard! This is just an off the top of the head, blurted out idea.

Stick with Coney Island and a freak show thing. Neat. Love it. Erik's Big Weird American Adventure.

He's enjoying success, and for the first time in his life, he's doing it as himself. America is a strange place, and he is both a freak and the master of freaks, the American public enchanted by his repulsiveness*. The people who used to boo him now applaud him, and he feels a sense of responsibility for his 'children,' the fellow freaks he employs, showing that while he's grown, he's never quite gone back from the paternalistic, I know what's best attitude. We're all works in progress.

Enter Christine. Much of this we can keep the same as LND--Raoul is a drunk and a gambler, and Christine has watched his fortune and all of her theatrical dreams fall away. BUT. She's come to America because she's heard about the Devil's Angel, the Risen Demon, the man with a face from hell and a heavenly choir inside him. She knows it has to be him, and she comes.

Christine is becoming, oh, obsessed, as she researches about him, what his life is like now, his fine brownstone and his playing the parlors of the rich. She begins to spiral, imagining what her life would have been like if they had both stolen away to America. Here's a great place for an UNHINGED version of "Love Never Dies." She begins to imagine a world where she came back, because she loved him. A world where her child was not Raoul's.

She hunts him down, finally creeping into his bedroom in a way that doesn't feel UNLIKE what he did to her when she was young. This would be a great place for an unsettling "Beneath a Moonless Sky" type thing where Christine describes everything that didn't happen, but instead of like, backing her, Erik can be describing how he escaped from Paris, beneath a moonless sky.

Anyway, it all comes to a head beneath the big top, and I haven't thought of a good way to make it all come together yet, being as I've spent all of 20 minutes thinking on this, or so, but we could have some big dramatic moment where Christine is up with the trapeze artists or something, and she has her son, and she's getting all weirdly, 'magical lasso' and both Erik and Raoul are like hmm wow *teeth gritted* but Raoul is a coward now, and so Erik berates him in a very fun little song while he climbs to the top of the tent and saves the boy, falling in the process, and as he falls we hear the chandelier crash to the ground in the background and Christine either lives or dies, really it's not important and SCENE.

*We could have a really fun song about America here! He could do a very Dickens level "They love me! I loathe them. America!" He's French after all.

#I don't know that I think this is GREAT #But I think it lets the ball be moved on uh...everything that happens at the end of POTO? #where he lets her go?

[toririvas]

Part three! We're finishing the listen today. I feel it.

Lake trip, simple truth or dare. Angela has some sort of sun reliant power? Eh?

Back to Mary .. sticky note man? An animator? Neat! Agatha.

That siren made everyone too chill and Nick is paranoid about it until he can't be anymore. Alice is SO down bad.

She's lost in the woods, somewhere in South Cali and she's never gonna make it to LA-- lmao.

"I have you trapped here and you're gonna *talk*." They're so dysfunctionally cute. Nick is trying to lie his way out of Alice's brain. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss, king.

"You had to invent a whole new me to be attracted to me!" Nick you like her back oh my god. THEY'RE MAKING OUT IN THE WOODS. i fucking knew it.

"that kiss was for the /real/ you." AAAAUGH

Vince got jumped by Sasha ! Lmao.

Stella v Roy, this is maybe the funniest mid-fight dialogue. He's just a down home classic southern gentleman, I get it lmao. I knew that would end like that with fuckin what's her names pheromones in the air.

Back to school. Lmao, somebody glaciered (Michael). Alice is putting on the fucking moves.

Vince gets extra training, neat. Sparks close up, fire long range. Fun!

Ethics of being a hero. Fuuuun!

Finals prep. Okay, makes sense to have the week off. Can't imagine how poor Chad is coping. He must miss it. Nick has an eidetic memory question mark? Or just a very good one. That's pretty neat. Threat evaluation is solid stuff.

Roy v Stella again! They're buddies in battle! And Violet is there too, she weakens people iirc?

Chad is so weirdly eloquent. Like it's so ... He's so robotic. Poor thing. Feels wrong. Stop using big words, nerdass.

"What do we do?" "We could play DnD?" "Mm, n-" "Movies?" "DnD it is!" LMAOOO

Carnival time. Aw, Alice

WHO TAZED HERSCH AND MARY??

MICHAEL GOT GIVEN THAT FOLDER? AND THIS IS HIS REVENGE?

Sasha asked the question and Vince can't fuckin lie! Oh god!

They're reconvening. Who's this? Agatha. Okay, she's a good egg. Nice girl.

It was the coaches, or someone who looks like them. Huh !

"they took our fucking kids!" Goddddd!!!! Vince has a paladin instinct. Nick is trying to dip, Alice punched his glasses off. Fucking queen.

"I did what I had to!" Rip into him, Alice, kill him with WORDS!!

He's so paranoid. My god. Okay they wanted Mary, Herschel is collateral. I'm anticipating a Roy appearance soon solely because George called Hersch useless.

Nick is going to leave, or so he claims. Vince is walking into a fire- where'd transport take him, fucking Centralia?

HOW IS THIS GOING TO RESOLVE IN AN HOUR? HOW?

Okay. Nick is in, decidedly not an incompetent asshole by his own word. All of the people from The Company are named like those books. Insanity but very funny. Mr. Move, Ms. Tracker?

THEY GLOW!!! THEY G L O W YOUVE GOT WESKER EYES MY BOY!!!

"Roy isn't the only son of Titan!" That seems like an important guy.

IS THAT? A WHISKEY COVERED BULLET? YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN NICK! SHIT! Alice has her friend leader moment, and oh yeah let's go heavy hitter! Paladin nova Vince goooo!

Mary got free, nabbed George, and Vince fucking drained him. Avatar style. Well, that was a hell of a battle. But who were the coaches working for? I figured there had to be a draw for sequels SOMEWHERE.

They don't have to take finals? Pog.

Mary and Alice together, Nick alone. And of course, Mrs. Daniels has decided Vince is her son now! I'm happy about it. Hersch gets another brother! Nice!

Persephone is working with some people trying to, I'm assuming, stop Powereds from infiltrating the ranks of Supers. And Vince's father- his biological one, obviously, - is one of them. Inchresting... I wonder who of the Big Five or whatever he is.

And that's a wrap! A full review will come later today.

#meliveblog #melodys mumblings

[echoestm]

Following closely with no real sense of where Stu's leading her, Lou listens as best she can while her mind tries to race away and rip her from this moment. "Most people fully believe we're a package deal," she lets slip as she goes back to wondering why anyone would buy up so much land and seemingly do nothing with it. Then again, she's not like most of the Woodsboro folk, not filthy rich and content...

That's neither here nor there once Stu's stops and Lou realizes just how alone they are. And what the hell he just asked her.

"N-no!" She sputters, flushed, but thankful for the darkness that can envelope her blush. "Chris and I-- what the-- Strictly clitly? That's so... crass." The poor girl runs through the gamut of emotions, from embarrassment to disgust to flattery, and she's back to blushing, feeling fuzzy, the whiskey finally catching up. "A chance... with me?" Duh, stupid. "I thought you and Casey were a thing...?"

Lou can almost feel the squeeze of Christina's hand on hers that would let her know she's a d u m m y for mentioning any other girl. She winces, looks down into her empty cup, frowns, and then snatches Stu's from his hand to make quick work of finishing off his beverage. It's rude, she knows, but needed.

"I mean, yeah, there is." One red cup slipped into the other and is discarded on the grass nearby, for collection later. She shrugs a shoulder and grins crookedly up at him, trying desperately to save face and think of something cool to say while her fingers playfully tug on the front of Stu's shirt. "Why else would I finally be here at one of your parties? And, better yet, be here with you alone, away from it?"

Believe feels like a stretch for what everyone else knows is fact. Shit, Stu is surprised they haven't been caught up to and joined yet— a moment taken to check his back for Christina's presence closing in. It was rare to catch one without the other and he's fully braced for the interruption— unsure if Chris was the kind of girl who was cool enough to let her bestie hook up at parties or not. "Yeah well," he mumbles along with a shrug, not really interrupting, just noising along as they amble towards his spot.

It's cute watching her kersplode— indignant, disgusted, outraged. He should take notes maybe in case he ever needs to sell it so good but the truth is he's just drinking it in because... just because. She's finally here at his. She's finally hanging here with him. Because she's always drawn his eye but the distance has always been too big between them and his occasional attempt to get her to cross it just gets eyes rolled his way before she's dragged away. It amuses him that she thinks that one liner is so crass— god she's gonna HATE him and weirdly enough he can't wait. If he doesn't fumble it, that is. "Maybe Casey and I are the same kind of thing you and Chris are," he tries, boyish hopeful grin stretching across his lips as he motions them down to sit in the hollow nook.

Stu doesn't begrudge her the theft of his own cup, the warning at the tip of his tongue swallowed back as quickly as Lou herself knocks back the unholy concoction— the alcoholic version of a graveyard cup, a shot of everything available at his party all mixed together on a stupid dare. At least there's too little left in the red plastic cup to do much damage, what little consolation that is. He's more worried for how she's feeling that she needs it, a mental note made but never displayed. No way she thinks he's that scary, that's not like his rep at all. Everybody knows he's just a good time. Don't they? Unless it's something else...

"Whoa, are you revenge-using me right now? Heh, because baby I am SO down. You can use me all night LONG!" It seems like the answer to her two-plus-two. Bummer? Maybe. Kind of a bit, but he can find a silver lining just about anywhere, so even though he's laughing with his tongue out, he means it when he says she can use him— against whoever or whatever makes her conscious enough of his own entaglements and still has her seeking the liquid courage to take him up on bad ideas anyway. Feels like they've all been there, either trying to make somebody jealous or trying to get them back... one way or the other, back or payback. Days of our Woodsboro High. He's got half a mind to take off his shirt to really show his enthusiasm but he honestly doesn't wanna scare her off and manages to find some restraint in himself. "Is that why you didn't bring your space books? Not complaining— just not used to seeing you without 'em. I mean..." Distractedly he waves around them, even vaguely upwards above them, to a farm sky less polluted by the light of town than usual.

"Here I thought I was finally gonna find out what it's all about, Space-girl. I didn't really think I'd get to be all Cap'n Kirk or anything. Boldly going..." But don't mind him if he does lean in after all.

#➤ 𝐚 𝐬 𝐤 𝐞 𝐝 && 𝐚 𝐧 𝐬 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 𝐞 𝐝 ┊ ❛ sex is the question. yes is the answer ❜ #➤ 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 𝐬 𝐞 : makes you wanna scream ┊ ❛ mirabile dictu. don't you agree? ❜

[roll-da-credits]

SC: Pro Heroes' S/o's Pet Not Liking Them

Characters: Keigo Takami (Hawks), Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko), Taishiro Toyamitsu (Fatgum)

A/n: this fic is brought to you by my rabbit who has unrivaled hate for any man except my dad. He would literally cuddle with my dad but the moment my friend comes who let me tell you ADORES my bunny, he would COMPLETELY ignore him and sometimes even bite him, not like nibbling like bunnies do when they're happy. No, full-on bites like incredibly hard, anyways hope you guys enjoy it. (Also, this was longer than I planned)

🖤❤️🖤

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You would think Hawks would have a good relationship with birds right? Wrong.

Hawks in the eyes of birds was a bird of prey, which only means one thing, he's dangerous. This unspoken rule amongst birds who are usually weaker doesn't exclude your own pigeon.

It all started when Rumi (Mirko) decided that the group's movie night would be at your house for the first time ever. Obviously, you were rather excited, of all the times you had these movie nights they were never in your home. Another exciting reason was you couldn't wait to introduce Keigo, your lovey lover, to your budgie.

"Hey, birdie." Once you opened the door to your apartment Hawks was leaning there in front of you with a small bouquet of flowers, wearing some casual clothing. Giving a quick to your forehead, you led Hawks into your humble abode.

Your budgie, as always, flew towards you to greet the guest, like he would usually. But instead of landing on your shoulder, he instead flew around Keigo and dove to bite his ears and the exposed skin everywhere.

"So this is the friendly bird you've been telling me about???" Keigo slightly confused and panicked tried to lightly shoo away the flying menace.

You at this point didn't know whether to panic or to laugh at the situation. Your budgie was incredibly kind to everyone, even strangers you just met, and yet here he was, squawking at Keigo trying to bite him.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm your bird down, letting him rest on the crook of your neck and reassure Keigo that he was usually really kind to guests, which Keigo doesn't believe at this point. It wasn't until Rumi came knocking that you stood up to greet her.

Keigo, watched from a distance, excited to see Rumi get attacked by your menace of a bird. "What?!" He exclaimed pointing a judgemental finger at your bird who was now on Rumi's shoulder nuzzling her cheek.

"Scared of a birdie smaller than you Keigo?" Rumi's laughter mocked Keigo, and you couldn't help but let out a few giggles yourself.

"Awww love don't be like that!" You walked over to Keigo and enveloped him in a reassuring hug, still slightly giggling, "I swear I don't know why he doesn't like you."

When the movie started, you and Keigo were cuddling as usual with Rumi slightly third-wheeling, not that she really cared. Weirdly enough you felt a weird tension around you, when you looked over at Keigo, you saw he was staring at your budgie who was on Rumi's shoulder.

Both looking at each other with so much menace it made you burst into laughter. "Is there some kind of bird rivalry?????" Rumi now realizing what was happening laughed extremely loud. "Are you jealous of Y/n's BIRD???"

She teased Keigo, who in retaliation threw a pillow at her. He groaned and pulled you closer. "Whatever, but we're never having movie nights in your house again." You laughed a little before snuggling more into him, "Sure you big baby."

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

"I'm telling you, that little piece of long-looking mouse stole my stuff!" Rumi yelled at you pointing an accusing finger at your ferret who was simply staring up at you her head slightly tilted as if confused about the whole ordeal.

This all started when Rumi decided to come to your apartment straight after patrol, something she's never done. She looked exhausted and in need of some comfort, so you let her in and gave her some clothes to change after showering,

When she walked in, she noticed your ferret staring at her. A weird sense of foreboding crept up onto her. She always had a slight suspicion that the creature didn't like her very much. Whether it was because she was taking up most of your play times with it, or something else, she couldn't care any less.

It was in the ferret's eyes, how they stared at her with intent and a glint of mischievousness. Though when she brought it up with you, you'd brush it off since ferrets are incredibly mischievous and smart.

But the icing on the cake was when she placed her clothes on top of a dresser, including her gloves, to take a shower. Only to come back with both of her gloves missing from the pile. The ferret looking up at her, as if challenging her.

"Rumi, love, why would she even know to hide BOTH gloves. She'd probably steal only one!!" Rumi's mouth fell agape at your statement. You were defending the THIEF???

"You said so yourself didn't you?!! Ferrets are SMART, SHE MUST'VE KNOWN." At this point it was borderline hilarious, so between your next words, you laughed and giggled.

"You probably just misplaced it, come on I'll help you search it. I'm sure we'll find it soon."

No

You both did not find it soon, it had actually been 30 minutes of nonstop searching. Searching your entire apartment close to twice already, you and Rumi both flopped on the couch, exhausted.

"Ok, maybe I should check her toys." Her being your ferret, you finally caved in and searched around her toys.

Low and behold.

"I TOLD YOU!!!" You found both Rumi's gloves tucked away in the long rubbery-plastic tunnel you made for your ferret.

Rumi crashed on the floor in a fit of laughter, with you holding the dirty gloves looking at your ferret rather disappointed at her. Your ferret looked up with its adorable eyes as if it had done nothing wrong.

"Your ferret's a demon I'm telling you!" Rumi wiped a tear from laughing too much.

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You said followed by an exasperated sigh. Rumi walked over to you and enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug, "It's fine, this was actually more fun than just watching random movies like we planned."

Taishiro Toyamitsu

Taishiro loves animals and animals love him. Both skinny and fat form, he's just a lovable person for every single living being. Animals, humans, plants, all of them thrive when being cared for by him. Including you, but excluding your cat.

Taishiro knew the moment you said you had a cat that he would have to work a little bit harder to get her to like him. What he didn't expect was for your cat to completely ignore him no matter what he did.

"Trying to woo her again?" You smirked a little bit when you saw him in his skinny form holding a small bag of catnip smiling rather sheepishly.

"No cat can resist catnip." He paused shortly, "Right?"

You giggled at his adorable antics, reaching up to slightly ruffle his soft hair. Inviting him you watched from afar as Taishiro approached your cat who was sunbathing near a window and, as usual, ignoring him.

He slowly approached her, his big hands slowly opening the bag. When he did, her head immediately darted at him, you stood up straighter at this. Really curious at the first time your cat acknowledged his existence.

Taishiro couldn't feel more excited at the moment and slowly got closer to her, shaking the bag slightly. Your cat's irises expanded, showing that she might be rather happy.

But just as Taishiro was about to pet her, she stretched from her position and walked calmly away from him. Ignoring him once again.

You stifled a laugh at his dejected form, shoulders slumping down and a dark aura surrounding him.

You draped your body over his back, a small attempt in hugging him, "Hey you'll get more chances, I'm sure she'll warm up to you eventually."

Taishiro looked up at you with watery eyes and a small pout, making your heart melt at the sight. "How about this? You'll get even more chances if you live with me."

Your eyebrows wiggled at him, and his slumped figure immediately brightened up. Crushing you in a tight bear hug and shaking you around. "I'll make sure your cat loves me."

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[halaboyz]

made up title: in another life + juyeon🌙(make it hurt pls hehe)

pairing: juyeon x fem! reader genre: angst .... word count: 1.4k warnings // notes: mc death !! profanities ; i had to change the plot three times.. i'm sorry if it's meh )): ; references from the book 'you'll come back to yourself' by michaela angemeer!

send me a made-up fic + idol and i'll make a drabble for it!

"Juyeon, look here!" You wave at Juyeon behind the camera, filming him doing the techniques he knew in basketball.

"You're filming again?" Juyeon jokingly sighs, posing for the camera. Your giggles were heard, zooming into Juyeon's nostrils. "You're filming me weirdly, aren't you?"

"I'm not?" You feign innocence, zooming now into his pretty eyes you always adored.

Squeals were later then heard and all Juyeon could fathom in the video was nothing but blurriness, and he could vividly remember he was running after you to check the video.

A smile spreads on Juyeon's face ass he relives the memory, pressing on the remote control for the next video once it ended.

"Look at him." Your voice fills the quiet room, zooming into Juyeon's face from afar. He was soundly sleeping, head leaned on one of your soft pillows. "He said he'll go here because he'll make me food. Looks like I'll have to make one for him," You sigh, a content one. "Wait a damn minute.." You whisper, and you zoom in more to his lips. It kept on twitching as if he was stopping himself from bursting into laughter. "Lee Juyeon! Are you really pretending to sleep so that I can cook for you?!" Leaving the camera running as you let it on the table, you tackle Juyeon in your bed as you pushed him out.

"Fine, fine! I'm cooking," Juyeon surrenders, a big smile on his face.

"Finally!" You shout, grabbing the camera once again as you held it up to your face. "He's finally cooking," Waving your brows victoriously to the camera, it stopped.

It took a moment before Juyeon presses the next button, staring at your beautiful face he missed the most. It was the first video that had your face on it, and he was honestly looking forward to more. He was getting tired of his own face.

He wished he did the same with you when you were still there beside him.

"Juyeon!" You squeal, holding the phone up high to record the both of you while you rode the Vikings. You see Juyeon's hair flying around which made you giggle, pointing at him.

"Hey! How could you record right now?!" Juyeon tries to grab your arm only to fail, his hold on the handle tightening. "I almost flew," he mumbles, but it was heard among the cheers of the people in the background.

Your cheerful laugh fills the void of Juyeon's flat, filling every corner there is that made it feel like you were still there beside him. It makes him smile, despite the wilting of his heart.

Because he knew it'd end.

The video will end, your laugh will end. And he could only rely on the videos you took with him until he's on his grave.

He'll take his love for you until death.

"Sunwoo.. I really, really like him." Your voice emerges from another video, now taken by Sunwoo discreetly as it was pointing on the field.

It was all too familiar for Juyeon, the grassy field, the tall scoring board, the familiar faces of the audience.

"But.. Wait– I know. I know I can feel something between us when.. it's not even us. We're not together. But– I'm just so fucking confused," You grumble, and Sunwoo's chuckles were heard through the video.

Your continuous dilemma as you waited for Juyeon's game to start made Sunwoo laugh, the shaking of the camera evident as it glanced on your disgruntled face.

"You'll be fine, y/n. Just go and confess later," Sunwoo's words were drowned by the sound of the beater, and the camera points at Juyeon's team emerging from the bleachers.

"This football game is going to be the death of me," You mumble, hands pressing each other as your eyes worriedly watched Juyeon play the game, getting tackled, head getting repeatedly hit with the amount of smacking, tackling down, and the ball getting thrown at his face.

At the last point, Juyeon asks for a second time-out when he rushes to his bleachers, fumbling his bag as if looking for something.

"What the fuck is he doing?" You grunt, tipping on your toes to have a better view of Juyeon.

"The fuck do I know," Sunwoo nonchalantly replies, thinking that 'this wasn't what they planned.'

Juyeon finally sighs, raising his fist that held a bunch of bruised flowers.

"What the.. fuck?" Sunwoo bursts into a fit of laughter, while you stared at him confusingly.

"Are those flowers? What the fuck? He still has a game!" You punch Sunwoo on the arm, stopping him from laughing but failing miserably.

So this was Juyeon's big picture.

He runs back on the field holding the flowers up, glancing at you.

Getting the megaphone from the speakers, he runs to where you were settled on the bleachers, pointing the immensely bruised flowers at you.

"If I get this to the other side of the field.. y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" Juyeon asks expectantly, and you could hear nothing but cheers and hollers around you, including Sunwoo who was embarrassed for Juyeon.

Juyeon was shameless when it comes to things like this. When it comes to you.

"Juyeon," You say under gritted teeth, "You don't have to do that, you're going to get injured."

But you were too clueless about the man's plans. He had already planned everything– from his team covering up the tackles for him, to him safely landing on the other side of the field.

"I'm going to that end of the field just fine.. for you." Juyeon's cheeky lines get the best of you, overwhelming enough to make you nod hesitantly.

"If you don't, then goodbye." You mumble, shooing Juyeon away before he gets thrown out of the game with how much time he was taking.

When Juyeon leaves, you squeal internally and repeatedly pinched Sunwoo's side, mumbling high-pitched incoherent things to Sunwoo at how much you were just blushing.

Sunwoo suddenly points the camera at you, and it could be seen how your face dropped at the revelation of the camera.

"Since when the fuck did you start recording?" You hiss at Sunwoo, pushing the camera away to land a light smack on his head.

He doesn't reply but points at Juyeon, ready for the run– as if it was his last.

And as the whistle blows, all the players of the opponent's team were tackled to the ground, making Juyeon freely run to the end of the field.

It was as if the world around Juyeon was too fast. He took his time cherishing his sweet way to the end of the field, glancing at you.

Screams were the next thing heard, nothing on the screen but the blurry vision of the field and the audience as Sunwoo was also one of the people that jumped out of happiness.

Sunwoo regains his composure and you were now nowhere to be seen beside him, zooming below the bleachers where Juyeon held the flowers in front of you, kneeling.

You pushed his face away, taking the bruised flowers and waving it to the camera.

Helping Juyeon up to his feet, you finally reached for a hug.

And Juyeon realized that it may be the happiest he's ever been. He now didn't know whether it was tears of joy or simply tears of missing you that were escaping out of his eyes.

He lifelessly stared at the screen, letting the tears drop to his shirt.

Before the video ends, he hears your laughter as your smile beams through the camera, making him wave at Sunwoo.

And it stops.

It stops where the both of you were smiling, happy, in love.

It breaks Juyeon more when he presses the next button, hoping to see you more.. but there was nothing. He had finished every video there is that you took, but he wasn't near to satisfied, near to stop missing you.

If anything, it made him miss you more.

And as if the recollection of memories included the memory of watching you die right in front of his eyes, he sobbed as he remembered every detail, just as thorough as every memory he had with you.

How he let you walk away after a fight.

How he just stood there as he watched the speeding car approach you.

How he wasn't the first one to run to you, traumatized at how everything was too fast.

And he was too slow.

How he had to hear from the doctors that there weren't any saving to do with you.

How he couldn't turn back the time.

He hugs his knees to his chest, sobbing and quietly keeping the cries, desperate cries to himself.

He should've done everything. Anything. But he doesn't know what– and it was too late.

Now he couldn't do anything of everything.. but wait for his next life.

He was sure he loved you in more than a thousand different lifetimes.

What was another life more?

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[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

---

"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakusquad #mha x you #mha katsuki #bnha imagines #bakugo x female reader #mina mha

[tinisprout]

Not as a Friend

Pairing: Heeseung x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 2,485

Summary: The two of you have always been close to each other. Saying, I love you, as friends, since young. But your feelings are deeper than that of a friend. A confession pushes you to tell him how you really feel, even if it might ruin your friendship.

A/N: It's been a millennium since I've written. This is also my first time writing in First Person so this was a struggle. Still, I hope it's not too bad. *I wrote this with the thought of the Reader and Heeseung being high school seniors, already 18, but I never specified age or grade in the story, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Anyways, enjoy!

The walk home with Heeseung today feels unbearable, I know that he keeps glancing in my direction, I know he’s worried after seeing my face in class. That makes it hurt even more, he’s so kind and caring, what did I do to deserve a friend like him? We continue our walk back home in silence and I think about the past.

I like you and I love you are very straightforward words, but depending on the context of the relationship they can have a different meaning. I remember the first time I said I loved him, it was a very wholesome moment. We were only six, our mothers watched us play together in the park, “They haven’t known each other for very long but they get along so well,” my mother said gleefully.

“Yes, they must really like each other,” Heeseung’s mother replied. I lifted my head to look at Heeseung, our eyes met and we smiled at each other. Hearing their conversation, I turned to them ready to tell the world about my friend.

“I love Heeseung, he is my best friend!” I grabbed his hands, they were just as small as mine. Heeseung leaned into me, flashing a dazzling smile to our parents.

“I love y/n too.” It was so innocent. For a long time after that, we never had a problem saying, I love you, to each other. It was just a casual statement between friends. In instances when saying goodbye to each other or times when we would annoy each other, one of us would say, ‘you still love me, don’t you?’ and the other would reply ‘...I still love you.’

It changed when we were older and our peers would make fun of us for saying it so casually. I wasn’t bothered by the teasing, but Heeseung would always try to defend the innocence of our relationship, “Guys, we don’t like each other. We're just friends, this is just how we have always been with each other.” I had already started to develop feelings for him, maybe I was feeling guilty because when I would say, I love you, it wasn’t so much in a platonic way anymore. So one day I drew a line.

“Heeseung, you know I love you, right?” We sat in his living room, relaxing after we came back from school.

“What’s wrong?” I guess my tone didn’t sound too happy, he looked concerned as he looked at me in silence waiting for my answer.

“I think we should stop saying, I love you, to each other...not just in front of our classmates, but probably when we’re alone too.” He sat up straight quickly, pushing his hair back.

“What, why? Is it because of all the teasing?” I couldn’t meet his eyes and tell him the real reason.

“Not really, I’ve just been thinking. We aren’t in love with each other or anything, we’re just friends. When you do end up dating someone, I don’t want to be the problem in your relationship. If I was in their shoes, I think I would be jealous. So...yeah.” I looked back up at him, he looked at me too, seeming to be thinking and searching for something. After the long pause, he slumps back a little and leans his head back, letting out a big sigh.

“If that’s how you feel then we can do that.”

“Hey come on, it’s not like I suddenly stopped caring about you.”

“Ha, yeah.” He gave a small smirk. We continued our evening together with a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Not long later, I regretted what I said that day. Most people were finished with class cleaning, same for me. I was packing my things, getting ready to leave school with Heeseung like we do every day. Weirdly enough Heeseung usually finishes before me and comes to me first, but he wasn’t here yet. I walk to his classroom after I'm done getting ready, and yet still, I didn’t see him. I asked some of his classmates, “Hey, do you know where Heeseung is?”

“Uh, he left with a girl a little while ago, but he didn’t take his stuff,” one of his classmates answered, pointing to his bag half-packed on his desk, he didn’t take his phone either. Many thoughts flew through my head, but the loudest one was, ‘He’s getting confessed to.’ I pursed my lips and then said my thanks to his classmates and left back to my classroom. I wanted to take his bag, pack it for him, but the thought of finding out that he said yes, I don’t think I could look at him, it would hurt too much.

I sat down on my seat in the now-empty class, laying my head down and covering my head with my arms. ‘A confession doesn’t take long, I’ll wait for 10 minutes max. If he doesn’t come to get me then I’ll just leave.’ I gripped onto my forearms, ‘I should be happy for him if he says yes to her.’ I started to anxiously bounce my leg, ‘Please, come back soon.’ It felt like an eternity left alone with my thoughts. The sounds outside the classroom slowly softened as students continued to leave. Within the muted sounds came pounding footsteps and then the sound of the door slamming open. Startled, my head shoots up from the desk and I look to the door. There he was, bag slung on one shoulder, his breathing irregular from running, a nervous smile on his face as he let out a just as nervous chuckle.

“Thank goodness you're still here, I wasn’t sure if you left without me. And sorry, I had to do something really quick.” His face fell when he saw my face go from shocked to one that was holding back tears, emotional upheaval nearby. “What’s wrong? What happened?” his eyes were filled with concern as he quickly went up to me kneeling in front of my seat. His head now lower than mine, I looked down at him.

“Heeseung,” my voice had a slight tremble. “I- can we go to your place first...I’ll be ready to tell you then.”

“Of course,” he wrapped his arms around my body, it was such a natural gesture. “It’s gonna be okay.” I hoped it was going to be okay and that he wouldn't leave me after this.

"I-I would never leave without you," even though I said only 10 minutes, I would have waited till the sunset, till there was no more hope. With those last words I pull away from him and we walk out of the classroom without another word and made the seemingly long walk home. Finally, at his home, his parents are still at work it seems so we head straight upstairs. He gets into his normal spot on his bed but instead of leaning against the wall, he sits forward, looking at me. My normal spot would be next to him but I just stood in front of his bed. I don't want to make him uncomfortable after what I'm about to tell him.

"Before I say anything else, I just want to confirm something, if you are comfortable with sharing. What did you have to do during cleaning time?" Heeseung processed for a bit and then his eyebrows shot up in realization.

"Oh uh…" he hesitates.

"It's fine if you don't want to share." ‘I'm still gonna say what I have to say regardless of the answer, I thought to myself.’

"No, no, it's just a little weird. I…got confessed to," silence.

"...Ah, I thought that was the case."

"I rejected them!” he retorted. “...sorry, I'm not mad at you, I just-” he sighed while putting his head in his hands. “I don’t want to make this about me, but I need to say something to you too,” he looks back up at me. I was startled but I knew he wasn’t angry at me, but he was obviously in distress.

“It’s okay, Heeseung. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I just hope I don’t ruin the mood after this. Okay, okay, ...sorry, just a little bit longer,” I say, letting out nervous laughter. I start to pace around his room, nerves getting the best of me. I feel my heart pick up speed and I try to keep my breathing under control, clenching and unclenching my fists. I didn’t realize he got up from the bed till I felt his hand squeeze mine. I look at him, freezing up in his gaze. My thoughts are telling me to run away but the heat from his hand was suffocating against my burning one, and yet I didn't want to let go, the feeling told me to stay.

"Hey, you know. You know... I'll love you no matter what. It's okay." Those words that I want so dearly to be true made my heart stop and my body tremble with trepidation. More than anything I didn't want to lose Heeseung, but I care about him, so I don't want to lie and not tell him how I really feel.

"I love you so much. I- I don't know what to do with myself…" My hand squeezes his back, making his hand quiver along with mine. There was heat building up behind my eyes, vision becoming a little blurry.

"It’s okay, breathe. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“No, you don’t get it,” the tears that had been brimming around my eyes finally fell. “I love you and I always will but for a long time now it’s been more than that. I like-like you, I- I’m in love with you! I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. The thought of you being with someone else hurts...so much, but I’ve been too scared to say anything because I don’t want to lose you.” The words became more unsteady, I tried to stop myself from losing complete control of my emotions. I slowly started to sink to the floor and Heeseung followed me down till we popped to the ground in the middle of his room. While stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, I could see Heeseung’s face change, expressing multiple different emotions, none of them seem good.

“...I’m sorry, I d- I didn’t know. I’m sorry, y/n.” Heeseung pursed his lips, he looked like he was about to cry with me. He lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around my body squeezing me tight, repeating, I’m sorry. Are we both trembling now? It’s hard to tell if it’s just me but I wrap my arms around him too and let it all go, my whimpers and sniffles became full-blown sobs. I don’t know how long we cried for, but eventually, our cries came to a hush. It seems like we cried for a long time together and I feel exhausted.

“Ugh, I kinda feel like I have to throw up.” As an attempt to lighten the mood I joke about the very real condition of my stomach, while I pull away from him. Heeseung sniffles and chuckles.

“Yeah, same here,” we look each other in the eyes again. His hands came up and touched my face wiping away the dampness from my cheeks. Even after gently wiping he still kept his hands there. “I’m sorry, that I was a coward. If I just told you how I felt sooner, much sooner, you wouldn’t have to suffer like that. I’m in love with you too…” He pauses to see my reaction as I process this new information. “Pfft, I thought you would have been happy, why are you crying again?” he teases as he rubs at my face again. Even in a moment like this, we can't stop our bantering.

“Shut up, these are tears of happiness,” I hadn’t even realized more tears fell out, I thought I was all cried out. “We are both cowards though. It feels kinda silly now, we’ve cried this much just to say, I love you. When did it all become so complicated?” I sighed, tilting my head a little.

“I don’t know exactly when I fell for you, but when I realized, I knew I wanted you by my side, always, not like before, not as just friends. But I was afraid of ruining our relationship if you didn’t feel the same way.” I grab his shoulders pushing him down to the ground, straddling his body.

We’re so lame, worrying about the same thing, and in the end, we have nothing to worry about, because we both like each other!” Heeseung raises an eyebrow.

“Correction, love each other.” I purse my lips as I look down on him.

“Yeah, I like you, I love you, I’m in love with you! Happy now?

“Yup,” He gave a sly smirk.

“...Damn, I really want to kiss you.”

“What’s stopping you?” ‘Fair enough,’ I thought as I leaned down, closing my eyes, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. I could feel his lips form a smile against mine which made me smile too. I pulled away laughing, the happiness I’m feeling right now seems unreal, but looking at his smile, the reddish color that dusted his cheeks and ears told me just how real it was.

“That was nice,” I say as I remove myself from the top of his body and lay beside him.

“Much better than our first kiss. This time I didn’t have to hide how much I like kissing you.” He turns his body to face mine, propping his head with his hand. My eyes widened at this revelation.

“Wait, you liked me since then?”

“Definitely before then, but yes.”

“Ahh, why were we both so oblivious?!” I bring my hands up to cover my face.

“Hey, at least we know now. I don’t plan on letting you go.”

“Oh, dearest boyfriend of mine, who said I was going anywhere without you?” Heeseung grins from ear to ear.

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sure all our classmates and friends will love to tease us about this when they find out. Heeseung cringes at that statement, not exactly something to look forward to.

Sure enough, when we came to school the next day we decided we were not going to try and hide anything, and walked to school holding hands, fingers intertwined. The hollers from our friends and classmates made us embarrassed, but explanations would come later. Though what left everyone flabbergasted, myself included, is when we had to part ways, going into our classrooms, Heeseung bent down and tilted my head up towards his and kissed me. It was short and he left me in the hall dumbstruck as he scurried to class. The shouts of everyone watching were lost to my ears. I was so gonna get him later for this.

#heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #heeseung fluff #heeseung angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x you #heeseung enhypen #my writing #Not as a Friend

[justdalek]

The Big Fix Review (spoilers)

Hoooooly shit my mind just got blow.

Let's get the big obvious outta the way: Matt and Trey fooled us like trolls with Token's name the entire time. Tolkien has got to be the most stupid yet the greatest copout for a name I've ever witnessed.

Stan's voice is uhhhh... hey Trey, do you have like a cold or something? Cuz first Mackey's voice is weirdly deep, now Stan (and even Randy a little) have a deeper voice. This is just kinda odd.

Steve being very skeptical, then joining Randy, then realizing that he got duped, to finally having his own weed business was freakn insane. I'm having a massive feeling we're gonna get more Tolkien content as well as seeing his friendship (possible rivalry?) with Stan grow more. (Maybe we can finally get a Craig's Gang vs. Stan's Gang episode? Or I'm getting my hopes up for nothing lol)

Also Steve's voice dropping and having a southern drawl towards the end? I'm. It's interesting and gave me whiplash, but hrmmm kinda an odd way to take it.

Stan reading up on LotR and the Hobbit was actually very sweet, and it was actually kinda heartbreaking to see that only he misheard Tolkien's name and he was berated about it. I'm really happy that he fessed up to Tolkien about it and they made up. It was really heart warming.

Speaking of CARTMAN KNEW?! Jesus, he really is a douche lmao. But the whole school knowing just made the moment hit even harder.

ALSO THE FOURTH WALL BREAK!!!! I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF SO DAMN HARD IT WAS FUCKING GREAT! They literally called the entire SP community out like that, didn't they?

I have a feeling that we may have another Tegridy arc lined up with Randy vs. Steve, which means I better brace myself for a shit ton of the internet blowing up about the old Tegridy arc that I still haven't watched yet (and that I'm getting less and less inclined to watch). But I am thinking that this may also be the end of the Tegridy farm in general since Randy's got competition, but only the future will tell.

Maybe we can get an episodic valentine's day episode. I sure hope so.

Overall, 8/10 (but this is mainly cuz I haven't watched the Tegridy Farms arc so bear with me). Very interesting Tolkien lore, Stan misunderstanding and trying to understand and it doesn't fully bite him in the ass, Stan and Tolkien friendship development, Randy vs. Steve possibility, it's a lot and I had fun with the episode. Randy being a big douche kinda sinks this rating, and if they stretch this out for the rest of the season, this current rating might drop.

Oh yea, I guess Towlie was in here too. I forgot he's a thing whoops-

#d reviews #south park spoilers #south park season 25 #south park #sp #please don't kick my ass with this episode's rating

[doexoeyes]

Of Finches & Firsts

Ok so here’s a fic I actually have on Wattpad and AOO3 but I decided to bring over here. On those sites I wrote a character for this story, but on here it’s gonna be Draco x Reader ♡ Only thing to note is that your last name in this story would be Finch (so to make sense of the title and some other little parts of the story) as well as you’re a Hufflepuff. Sorry to the other houses,I adore you all but Draco and a Hufflepuff is just to juicy to pass up (in the first book he literally say’s they’re the worst) so just trust me when I tell you that it’s all for the story. Anyways I hope you enjoy and if you’re interested in reading the original, here are the links:

Archive Of Our own link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707513

Wattpad link:

https://my.w.tt/ZoUHpu1e59

Summary: "A Hufflepuff? Crushing on a Slytherin? Sounds like the start of a terrible joke to me, but ok." You’ve harbored feelings for Draco Malfoy since your first year at Hogwarts. Secretly, of course, and very much from afar. But when you’re finally taken out of your role of being a background character in his life, will it be what you always wanted, or what you wish you never knew?

         Chapters

Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Firsts Of Many

The first time you ever saw Draco Malfoy was at the sorting hat ceremony your first year at Hogwarts. You thought he was striking upon first sight, with his silver grey eyes contrasting with his nearly white hair. You knew he would leave a lasting impression upon whoever looked at him, and you very much envied him for it. You felt like you were as plain a Jane as they came, especially when compared to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him for the rest of the night, drawn to, not just his features, but the mysterious aura that surrounded him.

When your name had gotten called for the sorting, you were incredibly nervous for many reasons:

1. For the house you were going to be sorted into that would shape your life for the next 7 years.

2. For the several hundreds of eyes watching you go up the steps.

3. For the white haired boy who you seemed to have developed the tiniest little crush on.

Thankfully, you made it up without tripping and making a complete fool of yourself and were pleasantly surprised to find out that the house you'd be sorted into was:

"Hufflepuff," the storing hat declared, and a thunderous applause followed suit.You smiled, looking towards the table with the yellow cladded students as they cheered and waved you over. You couldn't wait to tell your father, who was a proud Hufflepuff himself, that you were now one, too.

When it's Draco's turn to be sorted, you made sure to pay very close attention. A small silly part of you wanted to cross your fingers and hope that he'd somehow be sorted into Hufflepuff just like you.

Of course, that was a very optimistic wish.

"Slytherin," the hat announced, and all those hopes quickly came tumbling down because if there was one house you knew you weren’t going to be able to fit in with, it was Slytherin.

There went your chances of being potentially noticed by Draco Malfoy.

Letting out a sigh, you were able to manage a small smile as you clapped for the boy along with the rest of your fellow schoolmates.

You spent the entire year making new friends, learning spells, studying up for exams, and never having the opportunity to talk to Draco, your only regret of the year.

For Draco, his first year at Hogwarts consisted of him developing the reputation of being the school's bully. Most of his antics we concentrated heavily on Harry Potter and his friends, but he truly didn't spare anyone that wasn't a part of his Slytherin crew.

Still, this didn't lessen the small crush you had on him since the day of the sorting. Despite his actions, you really felt that the boy was much more than what he projected to the world.

The first time you ever got to talk to Draco Malfoy was during your second year, when you had accidentally run into him as you rushed to your potions class.

You were too busy worrying about making it in time to class, really not wanting a reason to make Snape chastise you, that you had forgotten to pay attention to your surroundings. A disastrous recipe for running into someone, which was exactly what ended up happening.

"Hey!" he said with a grunt as his books fell from his hands.

You, mortified, hardly even noticed it was Draco at first, as you immediately leaned down to pick up his books.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I'm a complete klutz. I should've been paying more attention, I just-" as you got back up from the floor, books recovered & in your arms, you froze as your eyes made contact with his striking silver ones.

"Yeah, you definitely should have! Next time, try not to run into your superiors, first year," he said in distaste, brushing off the sleeves of his robe.

You stood there, shocked into silence, feeling your cheeks warm and mentally trying to coach yourself through the moment.

Take a breath, don't sound so nervous.

"A-actually, we're in the same year. I...umm...I first saw you at the sorting, but we had History of Magic together. I sat a row ahead of you," you corrected, biting your lip.

He tore his gaze away from his sleeves and locked eyes with you again, a chill going down your spine.

"Really? Strange. I don't remember you. Then again, you Hufflepuffs are so forgettable," he stated with a roll of his eyes. 

"I'll take those," he said as he grabbed the books from your hands and walked off.

Just like that.

 No 'thank you', no apology. Not even an offer to walk you to class which you happened to share this year as well.

You watched him walk away, cheeks definitely as red as Gryffindor's robes at this point, feeling dejected and absolutely embarrassed. You always imagined what your first conversation with Draco would be, as pitiful as that sounded, but in your head it definitely never went like this.

You ended up late to potions class and got lectured by Snape in front of the whole class, including Draco himself and wondered if he remembered who you were, or if he once again erased you from his head and permanently labeled you as a 'forgettable Hufflepuff'.

The rest of the year went on as normal after that, nothing too special.

The first time you really understood what your feelings for Draco Malfoy were was in your third year, on the train ride to Hogwarts.

You watched from the window as the train passed through the lush scenery of grand trees & clear blue skies, hands fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. Your best friend, Mauve Ambrose, was seated beside you, gossiping about potential romances ("I think Ginny is head over heels for that Harry Potter kid and everyone knows it. Except, you know, that Harry Potter kid.") and who was to have the 'biggest glow up' of their entire year group ("My money is on Longbottom. Remember that I called it, ok. I want a witness to prove that I said it first.").

Hearing the candy trolley pass by, you perked up and politely excused yourself from your friend, walking out of the compartment. Your eyes searched for the trolley, determined to make it to it before the last of the chocolate frogs were taken, and caught it making its way towards the back of the train.

When you approached the trolley, you waited for the attendant to continue on along with one of the students as they picked out a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Once the attendant turned towards you, you smiled wide, ready to request a chocolate frog, when you felt someone approach from behind you.

"A chocolate frog for me, yeah? And make sure it doesn't have Dumbledore's card. I have like 10 of that old bat," said a familiar, snarky voice.

You turned and your breath immediately caught in your throat; it was Draco Malfoy.

"You're in luck, there was only one left. Although, I can't really confirm if this one has a Dumbledore or not..." the attendant said, handing him the box.

You frowned a rather sad frown, disappointed. Perhaps one would blame the Malfoy boy for taking your turn (you did get there first after all) but in truth, he wanted what he wanted and he wasn't afraid to get it.

In your mind, all was fair in candy and war.

"Hey, aren't you the girl who ran into me last year? The Hufflepuff?" he asked, eyes looking you up and down.

You felt so small in his presence. Although you were both about the same height your first year together, he towered over you at this point in time.

"I...y-yeah. That's me. Umm...my name's Y/N, actually. And congrats on the frog. I came to get one but you managed to get the last one," you said, trying to keep it cool on the outside when on the inside you were a mess of nerves.

You really wanted Draco to like you. Not in a big, important way, no. Just enough to remember your name, at least.

He continued on staring at you silently, even when you finished talking. His gaze felt like a microscope on you and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

"You have weirdly shaped eyes," he says bluntly after a moment and you really wished you knew a spell that would have the floor swallow you whole.

"Umm...." you were unable to come up with a response.

You wish you were witty or funny or charismatic, but socializing did at times become quite difficult for you, and you weren't gifted with a quick mind or a sharp tongue.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go enjoy my frog now," he said as he walked away.

You were not surprised to feel the slight sting of tears forming in your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. You hated the fact that you were actually so sensitive. Your parents tried to make you feel better about it, stating that it just meant that you had a big heart.

“Well,” you thought, “if having a big heart meant it was easy for me to cry, then it didn't seem like a very good thing to have”.

Keeping your tears at bay (at least until you could sit down and put your sweater over your head so no one could see), you walked over to your compartment.

It was when you were nearly there that Draco's head popped out from his compartment's sliding door, startling you. You let out a small yelp, putting your hand over your mouth almost immediately after.

"Here, have this," he stated simply, as he reached his hand out towards you.

To your surprise, it was the chocolate frog box Your eyes widened, staring at it before cautiously retrieving it from his hand, switching your gaze back to him.

"I only wanted it for the card, and it's another stupid Dumbledore one" he claims, and before you could say anything, he slides the door shut, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the walkway, chocolate frog in hand.

It was then that you noticed that the box had its wrapping still in tact, meaning it was never opened in the first place.

Once you made it to your compartment and sat back down in your seat ("Nice! You got Celestina Warbeck," Mauve stated excitedly as she opened the box for you), You realized that your little crush on Draco Malfoy had turned into an actual one.

The first time you ever got to experience what it was like to fall in love with Draco Malfoy was in your fourth year at Hogwarts, a few weeks before the Yule Ball.

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Equilibration ~ Prologue

Masterlist

Pairing: Waterbender! Jungkook x fem!Firebender Reader feat platonic!Bts

Genre: The Last Airbender Au, fluff, angst, kinda slowburn, s2l

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: judgemental stares in public, cursing, slight inner aggressiveness (how do you call that?), self hatred, mentions and descriptions of war,   childhood trauma, flashbacks, reader is insecure af, mentions of killed people and humans screaming out of fear,

The looks from the passengers started to intimidate you.

How should one react to unwanted attention? Stare back, insult them, ask them what's wrong, or put their powers to good use and knock them down? Fuck no. That's not the right thing to do.

But the old lady in the olive robe has been fixating her gaze on you since she entered the train, only stopping her inspection when a young man offered his seat to her 5 minutes ago. Unfortunately, as soon as she made herself comfortable on the metal bench, she restarted her action.

Her face looks remarkably punchable to you right now.

Red was never your favourite colour.

In fact, you despise it, even though it perfectly described you.

Anger, Aggressiveness and Harshness. Perhaps that's why you've been considered as a prodigy and as one of the most gifted trainees back in the fire nation. You are basically the embodiment of the hot flames, symbolizing destruction and war.

You hate it. And now your red attire made you hate the colour even more, as the result was having judging looks on you all the time.

Teachers, parents and elders of the fire nation always tell stories and legends about the benders of their kind, emphasizing their heroic actions, and everyone listens to them attentively.

Although you know these stories by heart, you longed for more, for a view outside of the borders that separate your people from the other elements.

You read folk stories of waterbenders, earthbenders and airbenders, satisfying your curiosity by practically studying their culture.

But the more you learned about the peaceful water tribe, the disciplined people of the earth kingdom and the imaginative

air nomads, the more you felt ashamed about the fire nation, about yourself.

The insecurities grew as your father forced you to join the military as a soon – to – be soldier at the tender age of 8. He wanted to “use your abilities to good use”, so you just went with the flow and trained along with other talented students, destined to end the war in a brutal way and make their parents proud.

Years went by, and not too long ago, marking a week now to be exact, you went on your first “mission” to a city of the earth kingdom, whose name you don't even know, to occupy them and take over their land in a brutal way.

The pictures of killed people and destroyed houses are engraved to your brain, highlighted by the destructive flames surrounding a once peaceful town. You'll never forget the children screaming on top of their lungs and the parents begging for their lives.

The next sleepless nights you sat at your desk and started making plans on how to escape the fire nation, whilst writing a goodbye note to your family and trying to persuade them to not search after you.

And now, days later, you are standing in a train to Ba Sing Se, not even having a clue on what to do next. Your backpack consists of a bottle of water, some sparing clothes (but still not much), your toothbrush and money.

Finally you hear the male voice on the speaker say the awaited words: “Ba Sing Se Central Station”. You leave out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding, glad to be at your destiny and also glad to get out of the stinking train with the rude old lady.

During your targetless walk through the city, you notice a lot of eyes on you, and to be honest, you don't blame them, you hate firebenders too.

So you guess a new start also means a new appearance, right? Luckily you walk past a thrift shop. Its appearance is very pretty, the building is made out of wood and warm tones, the curtains which could be seen behind the big windows were a light shade of green, above the small door you could see golden calligraphy spelling “Kim's Thrift Shop” in all it's pride. It's not modern, but it looks comfortable.

At exactly that moment you choose to enter and change your black and red attire to search for one with a colour that is much less hated, like blue, yellow or green.

Entering the shop you immediately face a young man behind the counter, and you swear you've never seen a more handsome human being before.

He had perfect features, his broad shoulders and his tall figure instantly catching your attention. His raven black hair was voluminous. He could easily pass as a prince.

As much as you drooled over him as a result of his striking lineaments, he looked at you, well, weirdly. That wouldn't surprise you if he looked at you like you were his enemy, just like the other people here, but he stared at you, like you were some kind of god. Like he is genuinely happy that you entered the store. His eyes light up with hope.

“FUCKING FINALLY! NAMJOON LOCK THE DOORS!”

What. The. Hell.

Never in your life have you been so confused. Does he want to kidnap you? Oh fuck he wants to kill you.

The only logical thing to do right now is turning around and leave the shop. And you do just that.

But as soon as you can grab the door knob with your right hand, another one holds it, preventing you from fleeing.

You look who this hand belongs to, and next to you stands a man with blue hair and tan skin. His biceps and height frighten you and you realize that you're in big trouble. He has a tight hold on your forearm and leads you to the backroom of the shop in a quick pace, behind you the black haired cashier.

The backroom looked comfortable, the carpeted floor creating a cozy feeling. But the atmosphere was the complete opposite.

Here you stand, surrounded by five boys. You inspect each other and you realize that two of them are airbenders.

There stands the cashier, then your eyes land on the guy who held your forearm as if his life depended on it, and a third guy who sat on the sofa. His appearance was remarkably charming, full lips, blond hair, round face and soft features, he was quite short compared to the others. All three of them have green clothing on, so you assume that they are earthbenders.

But what really catches your attention are the last two guys. They wear yellow and red robes, both of them having a blue arrow drawn through the middle of their foreheads.

You've never seen an airbender before.

“So umm sorry if we scared you back there” the blue haired guy interrupts your thoughts. “But we are really desperate for someone like you right now”

“Someone like... me?” You curiously ask.

“Yes. The guy there..”

he points to one of the airbenders. The boy has wavy dark hair and as soon the blue guy mentions him he flashes you a cute boxy smile.

“This is Tae. Short for Taehyung. He is someone special. You see, for how long has the last avatar died?”

“70 years ago.” you reply. It's true, Avatar Aang died many years ago, and that at the time the world needed him the most. If he was still here, the war could have been prevented before it even escalated.

“Yeah” he answered “Tae is the next one”.

You gasp lightly and feel your eyes coming out of their sockets from having them wide open in shock.

The avatar is standing right  in front of you.

“And we are searching for different benders who can teach him in all the elements. See, we kind of established a secret alliance against the Fire Lord, to end the war. He already knows that the avatar came back and is searching for Tae like crazy, we had to move out of our hidings four times now because he always managed to find us. Now we have to find teachers quickly, the sooner the better. Tae has to learn to be a great avatar so he can fight against the Lord. We thought we would never find someone from the Fire Nation, but then you came. Are you a firebender?”

“Yes?”

“Perfect, you're exactly who we're looking for. We'll cut you a deal. Since we assume you're not a spy, we ask you to be Taes teacher in mastering the art of firebending. In return, you'll get to live with us and we'll give you food for free. Jin is a great cook. I know this is a lot of information to handle right now, but what do you think?”

You didn't even think twice about it. Even though you don't know these guys, what do you have to loose? It's not like you had plans anyway. And stopping the fire nation seems to be just the right thing for you right now. And finally you can use your skills to good use, not for war.

“I'm in.”

Later you get introduced to all of them. The Avatar, Taehyung, is an airbender, and you swear you've never seen someone who behaves this childish before. But it's not a bad childish, in fact, it makes you feel jubilant. Maybe because his bright ambience makes up for the childhood you never had, the childhood you spent in training and learning that brutality is the way to power, and power is everything.

The guy with the blue hair is Namjoon, an earthbender and Taes teacher in that field. He seems like the leader of the group, always explaining and answering your questions.

The black haired handsome guy is Jin, a nonbender. He felt very excited when you said yes to joining them.

The other airbender is Hobi and also Taes teacher, the first thing you realize about him is his very contagious smile.

The blond dude is Jimin, a nonbender who is from an earth kingdom village.One day he knocked on their door of the shop and wanted to thrift there. But instead of finding clothes, he started talking to Tae who sat behind the counter. The Avatar liked him so much that he insisted on having him join the “Gang”.

The thrift shop actually belongs to Jins aunt, and sometimes, when he's in Ba Sing Se, he has to work here. It's also a good place to hide from the Fire Lord.

“So we need a waterbender too?” you examined.

“Yes” Namjoon was the only one to answer again “We have to travel to one of the tribes to find one. It won't be that hard.”

a/n: Thanks for reading! I would like to apologize if it’s bad, I’m not very content with my writing style, but I am working on it, since it’s my first fic and I have a long way to go:) What do you think?

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