#waking up from those is like a mini heartbreak

[janeths]

You aren’t real

I was listening to Vermilion by Slipknot, I know some people have their own interpretation of the lyrics but for me it’s about how they want to love her but are too shy and thinks she isn’t real because they never received such kind of feeling.

I think you can kinda tell by that summary for this fanfic. Except that Bowser is overthinking instead of being shy.

Warning: Angst to wholesome. Heartbreaks to lovers, mentions of blood as well, Bowser hurting Y/N. Crying Junior, good ending though.

I think I made Bowser a bit ooc, so sorry about that . Also I didn’t think this mini story would be long💀😭

Gender neutral pronouns, but Junior calls you mama on some parts

“Hah! I finally caught you again Princess Peach!” Bowser shakes the cage, to wake them up. Y/N rubs her eyes and look at him, pulling their “hair” down for him not to look into their eyes. “I will crush that Mario if he comes! And once I crush him, oh ho! We’ll be together.” Together? Wow…Even though he’s trying to act tough and scary, I can’t help but want to stare at him… “Trust me, Mario isn’t gonna come this time.” They awkwardly laugh and Bowser turns around confused. Walking towards their cage, “What do you mean, “Mario isn’t going to come and get you? Hold on… You have a different smell…” He immediately opens the cage, gently grabs them by the waist and pulls their wig off. Oh my! He’s quite strong… kinda hot- no wait- “And who exactly are you?! Where is she?!” “Hey! No need to yell! I’m right in front of you! And to to be exact, I have no idea where she is!” He huffs and points into her face. “She was sick and tired of your crap! And asked me to replace her for a while.” “So I’m stuck with you?!” He huffs, smelling smoke from his mouth.

“My lord, why don’t you just kill them?” Says his loyal adviser, Kamek. “Oh what’s the use of killing them without the fun of scaring those plumbers. They even aren’t going to come and save them.”

Y/N sighs sadly, rocking the cage back and fourth. “I guess I didn’t really think this through, did I? Well I did want an adventure so…Though… The thought of seeing him again… makes me kinda- No! Wait! He’s the villain..” “You there! Who are you?!” A young child voice yells, Y/N turns around to see a little kid in the shadows, his figure looking like Bowsers, only smaller. “When I ask you something, you answer me back!” “I uh- I’m Y/N!-” “See that wasn’t so hard was it!” The unknown child walks from the shadows and presents himself. “I am Prince Bowser Junior the second! But Prince Junior sounds more fitting. Why are you here? Shouldn’t it be Peach? Hm! I don’t know what papa sees in that princess.” “Bowser… is your papa?!” Y/N seems shock at the thought that Bowser has a child. “I didn’t know he had a child!” Wait so maybe he isn’t as bad as we all thought?

“Does that scare you? Are you afraid of us?” Junior shakes the cage. “If I’m being honest, you don’t scare me…” His eyes widen, and stop shaking, looking around the cage then to Y/N. “But… papa says humans are scared of Koopas... They don’t like us for the way we are… You are strange one.” “You looks so young Junior… this isn’t a place for you. You need to leave if your father finds out you’re here-” “Junior!” The beast swarms the doors open, seeing his son talking to the prisoner. “What are you doing here?! You are not supposed to be here!” He storms out towards them. “And you!” He opens the cage and grabs Y/N them by the waist tightly, feeling his claws in their skin. “Ow! You’re hurting me-!” Y/N yells. “Papa! Leave them alone! They done nothing wrong!” Junior hits his father on the leg, leading them to look down. “Junior! What has gotten into you?” “Please papa leave them alone! Please!” Bowser hesitates, why in the world was his son pleading? Why does he want them to live? Bowser turns to look at Y/N, all scared and bleeding, feeling a bit of guilt. My… claw.. I.. Y/N sniffles. I’ve hurt someone- I… What’s wrong with me? What’s this feeling? Shame? Guilt? What? I don’t understand!

Bringing himself back to reality, gently placing down Y/N and leaves without saying a word. Y/N sits and falls to the ground. “Y/N! Are you okay? Y/N? I’ll bring some band-aids! J-Just stay here!” He quickly runs to the doors. Looking around the place made Y/N head dizzy. Feeling the heat of the lava, looking to their left, sees other cages dangling with no floor. “Geez… whats wrong with him?” They sat up and pulls their shirt up, revealing claw marks, pouting a bit. I don’t think Peach has to go through this… does she?

On the other side of the kingdom, Junior was running to his room, fell, stood up again, and ran to the bathroom. “I know I had band-aids here… ”

The other room, in the bathroom was Bowser, looking down on his hands, bits of blood in his claws. Feeling that he was about to hyperventilate, he washed his hands quickly, and stared at himself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you? What.. is this feeling? Why do I feel so much shame of what I did? Why do I feel bad? Why do I want to help them? They didn’t do anything- WHAT IS THIS?!”

Junior runs past his fathers room and decides to look for him, maybe not the best time, opens the door quietly, and hears him in the bathroom. “I’m setting a terrible role model to him… I don’t want him to end up like this…” The young koopa frowns and thinks to himself, Papa wants to be a good papa, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone… A few seconds past and he turns around running towards the hallway.

I’m not losing that much blood am I? It was just a scratch… what am I gonna do? Does he have so much hatred? Anger? He feels alone? I wonder…

“I’m back Y/N!” He tries his best to patch the wounds, but Y/N also helps him. “There all done!”he smiles and draws a smiley face. “You’re gonna be okay alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into papa, but-” They both hear the doors open and got startled, Junior stands in front of Y/N, trying his best to protect them from the harm of his fathers burns. “Junior? Y/N…” For the sake of his reputation, he keeps a poker face. “Y/N come.” “What? Where are you-” “Do you want to sleep in the cage?” “No-” “Then let’s go.” Junior helps them stand up, and leads them to their father. What’s he’s gonna do to me? If it were something bad, he wouldn’t let Junior come.. “I’ll help Y/N, Junior, you can go to your room, it’s bedtime for you.” “Aww man, I uh mean right away! Goodnight Y/N.” He huffs and runs to his room locking it, leaving Bowser and Y/N alone together. “Right this way..” he broke the silence, and proceeded to walk the hallway. They were halfway when Y/N fell to the floor, “grh!” “Let me-” Bowser raises their hand. “I can do it on my own.” They hesitate struggling to stand up. Such a strange and awkward scene. Bowser did want to apologize, but didn’t know how. His heart was racing, feeling hopeless while they were trying to stand up, looking at his claws. They both begin walking again till they stopped at the front of a door. Opening it up, leading to a bedroom. “I uh… hope you like it here for the time being. Once you get healed, you can leave.” They both enter the room, feeling strange by the atmosphere they created. But Y/N breaks it, “Thank you.. for the hospitality.” “I uh… dinner will be served in 10 minutes, rest for a bit.” Y/N lays on the bed, Bowser looks at them in pity, or rather himself, as he exited the room he mutters, “I’m sorry Y/N..” and closes the door.

Does he feel bad about what happened? What a strange man… I guess I should go and eat with him. Hmm… I mean he somewhat apologized. He gave me a room, running water, even invited me to eat with him.

“So you didn’t kill this Y/N, why’s that my lord?” “Something about them… the way they looked at me, telling me to stop hurting them- it opened something in me I didn’t even know I had.” “Well have you hurt the Princess before?”

“I don’t think I have. Have I?” “Sire if I may add something, it sounds like a part of your heart opened.” “My heart? My heart?! That’s ridiculous.” Bowser scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Lord Bowser, sit down next to me. At least try to hold your anger. It’s part of why you got into this mess. Let me explain…” Like a little child waiting for them to read their favorite book, Bowser looks at him. “Then tell me, what am I feeling?” “You feel bad. You feel terrible about what happened. You’re scared that you may hurt them. Since it wasn’t Peach, your obsession with her has been broken by this person staying here. Though it did open my eyes a bit.”

Three months has passed, it was early spring but you couldn’t really tell much due to the lava around the kingdom. Junior asked Y/N to accompany him while doing his homework, since his father was away for a bit, to which they accepted. So now both sitting in a kids table. “Look Y/N! I drew me and you! See! Here’s me, you, and papa.” He hands you the drawing, the picture he drew was him and Y/N holding hands, smiling, along with his father, though he wasn’t smiling but… red? “Oh? Whys yours papa red?” “Hmm, I don’t remember if it was because he’s blushing, or ate too much red beetles or for the exercise.” “Oh I see.” What a funny a little prince. “I’m keeping the drawing though.” Y/N squishes his cheeks. “Hey! I’m not a baby!” “Well you’ll always be a baby in my eyes.” This makes Juniors eye twinkle, at the thought of being someone else’s baby. Mama… no… there not mama… Papa doesn’t like them anyways. Y/N takes notice of a frown face and says, “Hey let’s stop doing homework for now. We should go outside in the fields to refresh your memory for a bit. How does that sound?” “Alright! I wanna go to that one stream that’s close.”

Junior immediately jumps into the water and splashes all around, then splashes onto his face. “Oh!” He look towards Y/N then to their right some plants he adores. “Oh! It’s my favorite berry! They look like blueberries.” He bites into them and melts. “You want to try it? They are so delicious!” “Uh sure why not. Can’t be that bad.” Junior hands them a wannabe blueberry, doesn’t think much of it and eats it. “Every-time papa would go to fight Mario, he would always bring me these.” “That’s quite wholesome of him.” Oh boy, Y/N should have learned about these berries back in science class, because now they started coughing, feeling their tongue hot. Standing up they collapse on a tree. “Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Junior immediately runs to them, they start feeling their vision blurry, running around and falls to the floor, Junior trying to catch them. “Y/N!” He touches their forehead, it was burning hot. “Junior take me to Kamek… I think…” They feel their heart race in anxious. “Junior…! Help me get there…” Him in shock not knowing what to do, grabs their hand and starts pulling them towards the kingdom. “Come on Y/N!” They were halfway to the kingdom when Y/N fell again, “Junior.. I can’t..” They twist and turn on the dirt, feeling their fever get extremely high, their stomach in sharp pain. “I’ll call papa! Please don’t die! Papa! Papa!”

Y/N feels a stomp and made them jump into the air, while someone catches them. Y\N feels lightheaded and somewhat hallucinating. Feeling that they got picked up and saw a blurred vision of the man rescuing them. “Are you my Prince Charming?” They giggle. Bowser being confused, then remembering about the symptoms it creates of the poison berries. “Not quite my dear. King fits better.” He holds them gently, and jumping into the sky.

“Ow… My body hurts so much!” Kamek gestures his wand around their body detecting for any harm in them. “Just a fatal poison berry, nothing much. I’ll have it removed by hand.” “Hand?! Oh look, it’s Mario.” Just with that they plank to the bed, getting unconscious. “Kamek! Now!” He swifts his wand leading the dead berry out of their mouth. “Are they..?” “Fine. There good now. Now if you excuse me my sire, I’m going to write this…” He position his glasses to see better. “This BellaDonna… in the book ‘poisonous things to humans.’” He walks away, leaving them two alone. “That was very dumb of you to eat that.” Bowser says looking at them, while they wok up and stated coughing loudly. “Me? I just wanted to try it! Junior said they were delicious, so I wanted to try it.” He facepalms, “This is partly my fault. I wasn’t there to tell you.” Y/N looked confused. “‘To tell you?’ What? What do you mean? I mean it’s not entirely your fault, you didn’t know we were there. I should be the one to blame-”

“No. I should have been protecting you. But I wasn’t and you got hurt.” Bowser..? Showing some emotion? And sentimental ones too..? “Look Bowser...” They hold their hand for reassurance, Bowser eyes widen, and raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “Bowser look. I’m completely fine. See, I’m here. I’m awake talking to you and I feel great thanks to you,Kamek and Junior.” But Bowser wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, all he saw was they were talking with a beam of smile, looking down at his hand.

What is this? Why are they holding my hand? Are they reassure me, or do they feel some type of way? What… I feel warm. My chest feels warm. My face feels red, I feel… happy? No- it can’t- I can’t. He quickly removes his hand from them, Y/N face changes from having a warm smile to soft frown. “Yeah that’s good then. Well then… since you’re good, we both can go into our duties then. “Right…” “If you need anything, just holler or come by my office.” Bowser leaves the room, and sighs deeply. “What was that about…” He look at his hand. Why would they want to hold my own hideous hand?

I held his hand… I held his hand? I HELD HIS HAND?! I’m literally going to squeal. Should I now ask him? But… he did swipe his hands off of me… but that doesn’t mean anything right? Or maybe I scared him…

Throughout the months, Y/N has been trying to get close and closer to him, but he always rejects them, not because he doesn’t want to be with them but he’s scared to love them, not knowing what’s about come. But he does come around and get flustered everytime he sees them. Even Kamek teasing him telling him that Y/N behind them, scaring him. For Kamek and Y/M seem fun to tease him, Bowser keeps getting so confused about his feelings. He keeps asking himself, why do I feel a certain way every time I see them? Why does my heart bounce and my face get red? Is this love? But why haven’t they left the kingdom? Why are they still here? Is this a trick?

“Hey Bowser, I want to ask you something-“ Y/N runs and smiles at him “The king is busy. Go ask Kamek.” He immediately runs away from them, leaving a mark in their heart, again. They feel their eyes watery, feeling dull and numb. Why don’t you understand that I have feelings for you? If I’m making you uncomfortable just tell me so I can leave… You won’t have to deal with me. “Y/N are you alright?” Kamek wakes them up from their mind slumber. “Oh uh-?! I’ve never been better.” They force a smile. “Dear, you think I’m that stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday. Bowsers trying, he really is. But he wants to do it by himself.” Y/N thought for a second, he’s trying? “It’s obvious though. If I didn’t have any feelings for him, I would have left the kingdom ages ago, but no I didn’t. I chose to live here with all of you. But no matter what I do or say, he always ignores me or runs away. It’s been months Kamek. And… he knows.” “Well one things for sure, he adores when you play with Junior, he says ‘it brings me some type of peace.’ ” Kamek smiles and thumbs them up.

Their voice… their laughter, their smile, their name… brings me so much emotions I can’t quite figure out. Why Y/N? Why did it had to be them? Why can’t I stop thinking about them? What’s is that feeling? Every time I think about them, I want to hold them, I want to make beautiful memories with them. I want them to be a mother figure to my baby. I want to dance with them. Why is it that every time I call their name, I feel like my demons go silent, and make the angels come near us. Is this love? Have I fallen for someone, that I think their not real? They can’t be real. Y/N isn’t real.

Y/N walks towards his room, and stands ther, hesitating and thinking. Should I do this? I don’t know if I can anymore… maybe he doesn’t really have feelings for me, he’s just toying with me… but he really does seem to care. He’s been wanting to get close to me.. if this doesn’t work… maybe I’ll leave… Y/N knocks on the door, “Um Bowser, it’s me Y/N… I came here to talk about something…” “Go away, I’m not here.” They scoff. “Bowser please let me in. I need to talk to you.” They push the door in, and sees his room torn apart. “Bowser?! What’s wrong-”

“Get away from me.” He points at them in full anger, leading Y/N in shock and terrifying worried. “Bowser?! What’s gotten into you?” “You can’t be real. You’re not real. You’re just a cheap distraction. A robot. A mere magical spell. You were created to distract me from destroying the world. The princess forced you to stay here, to toy with my feelings!” “That’s not true! What you are saying is all wrong! I’m real! I have feelings for you! I wasn’t forced to come here! I wanted to come here and meet you!”

“Don’t lie to me-”

“I’m not lying Bowser! Why would I lie? If I was forced to come here, why haven’t I left? Why haven’t I tried to “escape?” Oh boy now he done it, Y/N felt tears coming out of their eyes, felt their heart go down into their stomach from the lie. Y/N was heartbroken. Now crying from the miserable lies, Bowser felt bad. “If I made you that uncomfortable, why didn’t you send me away, huh? If you want me to leave that badly I’ll just leave and never come back!” Y/N storms away from his bedroom, crying. So that’s it then?

“Mama whats-?” Y/N rushes quickly to the hallway, ignoring the question Junior made. He called me mama…

“Y/N what’s wrong? Mama?” He continues to call them, but completely ignoring them.

“Mama? Come back mama!”

Y/N heads towards the gates open, and walks away, heading the cries of the little Koopa.

“Mama!”

“Prince Junior, what is wrong?” Kamek appears and sees Junior laying down next to the wall, curled up into a ball, sobbing and weeping. “Grandpa Kamek…” He quickly hugs him, still weeping. “Mamas, gone. Y/Ns gone! I called to them and they ignored me, and ran out of the kingdom!” “Hey now, now, we’ll find them. I think your papa and them got into a small fight, no worries I’ll go see. You stay in your room, I’ll sort things out.” He cleans his snot and and wipes his tears away. “No I’m going with you!” “Junior…” “I don’t care what papa says, I’m going with you to find Y/N.” Kamek nods, they both went ahead to the King Koopas room. “Damnit damnit damnit… why did I do that?” “Sire!” Kamek opens the door and yells at him. “Language! Not in front of the boy!” Bowser turns around to see an angry father and a crying child. “Junior I…” Bowser begins to say but gets interrupted by the cries of the Prince. “Why you yell at mama?!” Junior squeezes Kameks hand in anger. “Ma..ma? You see Y/N as a mother figure..?” “Yes, my lord. What did you even say to that poor human?!”

“I’m going home!” Y/N says to themselves and walks on some path going onto the forest. “I think this is the way… Wait, is it? Or is it that path? Oh no… I can’t believe I lost my way.” They sit down next to a tree, hearing the birds sing, bringing some nostalgic memories. Y/N sighs sadly and closes their eyes. This reminds when Bowser and I would walk here, talking nonstop… then suddenly there would be silence between us, all we could hear is the birds, frogs insects sound. Such peace… oh well. Y/N keeps thinking of their memories, not knowing that they been getting tired up to a Piranha plant. They get pulled up, Y/N yelps, it wasn’t your typical Piranha Plant , it was a Naval Piranha! “Hey stop it!” Within seconds they cover them in spiny vines, all all around their legs and arms, gripping them, leading Y/N to bleed. They twist and turn but nothing works, only making them more bleed. They slowly pull Y/N towards their mouth. “Ah! Let me go you stupid plant!” They try kicking it but only makes the Piranha in anger, pulls them up to the air. About to get eaten, Y/N hears a roar, the Piranha plant looks up, and gets caught by a spitting fire. From the burns, they screeched, lost their balance and let’s go of Y/N, dropping them to the ground till he jumps up and caught them tightly onto a bridal style carrier. “Hey hey, I got you. You’re safe…” Y/N feels his big hands and arm, his entire body actually, knowing who it is. “Bowser?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” Y/N looks at him, tears in their eyes. He ignores their question, looking around their body for any marks, “Are you okay? Let me look at you…” Y/N hugs hugs him tightly not wanting to let go “B-Bowser…” “I got you…Y/N this is all my fault. I never should have yelled at you. I’m sorry I said those harsh words to you. I didn’t… mean it.” He said struggling to find the right words for them, not wanting to hurt them again. “Kamek and Junior would always tell me, but I didn’t listen… I was so worked up, overthinking I didn’t even think about you…I…” Bowser didn’t know if it was because they got scared of the plant or they scared them but Y/N completely fainted in their arms. “Oh Y/N…” He touches their cheek, rubbing it.

Returning to the kingdom, he thinks to himself, Why are comforting words so difficult to say?

The king places them in their room, bandaging up their scars, and waiting patiently till they woke up. “Bowser…” “Y/N are you okay? How do you feel?” “Why did you rescue me? Didn’t you want me to leave…? Didn’t-” He shushes them putting his index finger on their lips. “I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. I’m sorry. I really am. I want to set things right..” He holds their hands close to his chest, making them jump in happiness.

“Y/N please stay with me in our kingdom. You always made me feel like… warm, comfort, in peace. I never felt such things before. Everytime I hear your name, every time I would see you, my angels would run around, and your name would always silence my own demons. Every time I see you, I feel like I get blind for looking at a god(ess). If you left us, it would have been so much torture. I would do anything for you… You made me feel a certain way. I’m so ashamed that I kept rejecting you so much, even though we both knew we had a deep connection. I want us to have a healthy relationship.”

“Oh Bowser…”

Y/N face went red, blushing and feeling flustered, this man, the King, THE King of Koopa, the only man whose the biggest, also has a huge heart? Feeling flustered and embarrassed, revealing his feeling to them? He’s actually confessing his feelings?!

“So please…” He puts grabs their chin lifting it up, showing his crimson eyes staring at them, his pupils dilate in so much love. “Y/N….” He smile slyly. “Will you be my lover? And spend the years with me?” Y/N eyes beam and dilate. “Yes!” Their face get red hot and hugs him tightly.“I want to spend my life with you. Forever…” He bites his lip, smiling derpy, feeling a squeal wanting to come out. “Heck yeah baby! Now I can show you off around then! ” Kissing their cheek. “So you gonna turn your life around and not try to destroy the world?” “I’ll destroy this world if someone ever did harm to you, my love.”

Love?! Baby?! These words coming from his mouth?! I’m screaming

They were both leaning to each other, about to kiss till they got interrupted by the door slamming. “Y/N! You’re alive!!” Junior squeals and jumps into the bed, hugging them. “I say, sire, you do have a way with words.” Kamek grins and gives him a thumbs up. “Junior! Oh wait be careful! I’m still a bit hurt. Come here you! Papa want to tell you a secret.” “Secret?! Papa what is it?” Bowser grabs him, and let’s the secret be revealed. Juniors eyes widen, grinning, feeling so much happiness, feeling his eyes dilate to stars. “I have a mama! Papa! Mama! Both! This is amazing! Oh my stars!.” He kisses both on their cheek and snout. “I’ll be right back!” He runs off, outside the room. “I’ll chase after him. I’ll leave you two alone then.” My son, Kamek thought to himself, he finally has someone to love. Ah yes, so happy for them. He hears a loud explosion from Juniors room. “Young prince! What are you doing?! You better not be committing arson!”

“So where were we again?” Bowser smirks, holding their hand. “Hmm I have no idea-” Y/N grabs his shoulders, his eyes in shock and flustered. “come here my big man!” Y/N immediately without thought pulls him into a kiss. Bowser was so happy, he felt like this was a fairytale dream. He didn’t want to wake up, but boy he know it was real. He kisses them back passionately. Knowing they’ll always love each other.

BONUS: (cause I’m like that lololol)

“It’s been strangely quiet.” Peach sips her tea. “Too quiet actually. What’s Bowser planning?” Mario’s sips his tea as well. “Should we go and check?”

Bowser and Y/N have been sitting out the kingdom, giving each either kisses, like teenagers in high school.

“No stop!”

“No you stop!”

“Bowser!”

“Y/N!”

“What are you two doing?” Says a feminine voice, behind them, leading Bowser and Y/N in fear. “And who asked-” Y/N turns around to see Mario and Peach. “Oh! Princess!” Y/N slaps Bowser, eying that it’s the princess. “It’s very nice to meet you!” “Oh princess peach, Mario. I’m happy you sent Y/N. If I never met them I wouldn’t know what to do.” “Send who out?” Peach questions. AH CRAP! SECRETS OUT.

“This lovely person here.” “No… it was nice of you to pretend to be me- uh Y/N but… I have no idea who they are.” “Y/N?!” Oh boy…looks like this cat is out of the bag. Y/N will admit it, they didn’t know the princess, but really wanted to meet the King of Koopas so they decided to dress up as Peach. “Uh… I may have lied about one part..”

Yippie! I have never ever made entire small “short” story and completing it. I am quite surprised :3 so yeah 😎 me like it very epic 🧍‍♀️

#bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowser x you #angst to comfort #bowser junior #kamek koopa

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could you rec any angsty inukag fics? any that are heavy on the pining part (especially inuyasha) ? can be canon/au and any rating (T-E), and can be lengthy or one shots. thanks in advance!!!

Hello Anon!

We've previously made an ANGST list and a PINING list, but since both of these lists are a little older, here is a fresh mini-list of fics that are both.

Mourning Ritual by @kstewdeux (M)

This wasn't what he wanted. No one ever wants something like this to happen. But Kagome was dead. If it wasn't for him and his ideas, she might still be alive. [Complete]

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Under The Northern Lights by @lostinfantasyworlds (E)

Kagome Higurashi has her dream job, working as a photographer for the internationally well-known Yugen magazine. Her career whisks her all around the world, leaving her feeling lonely sometimes but mostly just incredibly grateful to be doing what she loves. When she gets assigned to Alaska for a month to photograph a series of celestial events, she runs into Inuyasha, a half-demon who lives on his own in the middle of nowhere. A mutual attraction draws them to each other, but Kagome's time there is limited. Will giving in to their desire lead to love or heartbreak?

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Gray by sciathan_file (T)

Hers was the story after the happy ending. And these days it seemed that he was merely an absent presence within it.

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Go to Sleep by Angelhart79 (K+)

Kagome finds herself being held by Inuyasha when she wakes up. Using his body and the fire rat to keep her warm in the night. He had never done such act before and it makes her think about the future. About her and him together. 

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The Only Thing by scathachdhu (T)

He doesn't know how much he hurts me. That's the only thing that keeps me sane.

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The Price by Fenikkusuken (M)

COMPLETE. Twisted Canon AU. If Inuyasha's sealing spell simply wore off after a couple of centuries, what could possibly draw him back to the Sunset Shrine in modern Tokyo? Rated M for violence, language & citrus

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Picking Up The Pieces by @lemonlushff (E)

Kagome and Inuyasha have both lost their spouses due to different calamities. As the parents of newborns, they now find themselves coming together to raise their children through sheer necessity, and learn to create a new family from the ashes of tragedy.

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Heart in Hand by ShikonStar83 (T)

Hearts are delicate. Breakable. Once they slip through one set of fingers, can they ever find a home in those hands again?

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the deception. by @fandomobsessions016 (E)

Kagome and Sango have just graduated college, and Kagome is set to return home… to the city. The city she left behind four years earlier. Almost as soon as she arrives and is unceremoniously reacquainted with her ex, Kagome realizes she’s made a mistake. Four years of distance and alleged personal growth have done nothing to tame her tumultuous heart or lessen her pain. Now, she has to confront her agonizing past while traversing through a myriad of emotions as she comes face to face with the very people she left the city to avoid; Inuyasha and Miroku. Thankfully, she has Sango by her side, as not all is as it seems…

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[deluweil]

Watched the episode, I am so confused.

Probably gonna have to watch it a few more times before I gif it into deep meta posts.

But it was emotional and sweet, and I really loved the Chimney and Hen journey guides.

And I'm pretty sure dream Bobby was more Peter than Bobby, loved it!!

It was clear why Eddie wasn't there and why Bobby was dead in that reality. It was heartbreaking and touching and amusing (angry guy and ghost Bobby),

The end felt a little like "dream a little dream" from spn with the two Evan Buckleys. Hell of a scene, well done Oliver!

I was a little sad and somewhat confused that Buck went to the loft with the stairs, so much for no strenuous activity. (For someone who recovered from surgery in a house with stairs, it's freaking hard.)

At the very least, if not the Diaz household (which was the obvious choice) the Han resistance would have been nice. No stairs, house full of family.

Or the Nash home, Bobby and Athena would have loved to have Buck there for the duration, and no stairs!

I don't know, didn't feel very convincing.

I think I'm happy (is that the word)? That Buck gets his bio parents taking care of him for a while. He wanted that, in his dream world, maybe reality will be kind too for a change.

I love Jennifer's and Oliver's interaction, the affection is so clear.

Eddie and Carla sneaking Christopher to see Buck was such an amazing scene, Eddie’s "I couldn't tell him no." Really got me to tear up. And apparently, Aisha wasn't the only one who teared up. 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

Athena's "Wake up!" Was completely reminiscent of TK's mom in LS yelling in his ear (even though there she was completely a dream) to wake up.

Athena is totally Buck's mom. Like May said to Bobby, Athena brought two kids into the marriage, and Bobby brought one. - The best father-daughter scene so far! I loved it!

Eddie will probably get his own mini meta for all that we got to see of him, but the scenes were framed in a hurting spouse waiting for his significant other to wake up, while having to be a functioning adult to their kid.

And Eddie may not have had a full crying scene, but he did cry with Christopher in the room as Christopher talked to Buck.

In 4x14 it was during covid time, Buck couldn't physically be there all the time, I think that what made the difference here.

But I'll be honest, I'm a bit disappointed we didn't get a one on one scene with Eddie talking to Buck.

It felt, like 4x05, that this episode was more Buckley family oriented- the ending, I mean, than Buck returning to his chosen family, who he himself sought out in his coma dream to help him get back.

So it felt nice to see the parents' attempt at redemption, but also a bit forced and a little out of place.

The Buck with the X on the Ley was a foreshadowing for this episode. Dream Bobby tells Buck that he saved him by being Buck.

Being Buck saved Bobby, and it saved Eddie and Christopher. And I am still mad we didn't get to hear those words out of Eddie yet, but for some reason, the writers are holding back on the emotional confessions between those two.

Now Chimney's and Buck’s and for that matter Hen's and Buck’s siblings relationship is all out there to see, hell even Albert's connection to Buck is an obvious annoying (but sweet, I was so happy to see him again!!) little brother role.

Even May, subtly suggesting in this episode, that Buck is sort of a familiar fixture in the Nash household and a sort of brother to her through Bobby's marriage to her mom.

But there is no clear way to describe Buck's and Eddie's relationship because it's not a sibling one. It's way past work partners. Best friends don't act like that (unless they get together eventually), Co-parents? Isn't that a couples thing? It's not platonic, I'll tell you that.

And the fact that we're 6 seasons (5 since Eddie and Christopher joined) in and still have an unclear path written in canon really bugs me sometimes.

But, all and all for a 43-minute episode, it was really good, fun, and tear jerking, I loved all the little markings in the dream, that reminded Buck of core memories (that started with Eddie’s voice, and the tsunami with Christopher. 👀)

I loved this episode and am really waiting for "Recovery".

Oliver said that his caretakers and all the hovering get a bit too much. Now, knowing his parents and Maddie look after him, I can see where this is going to go.

And having already watched the promo, I really hoped Bobby wouldn't get into this much trouble, but sadly, he does, it's very Buck of him, just saying lol like son like father, I guess? 👀❤️

#first 911 6x11 meta #i have a lot to say #but let's start with this. #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #athena nash #may grant #christopher diaz #carla price #buddie #buddiepher #maddie buckley #JLH #oliver stark #the buckley parents #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 on fox #911 fox #911 cast

[love-toxin]

Heh, Eddie would wake up all loose and relaxed from one of those times when Perv!Angel came over, and he'd think, "oh shit.... this is nice...." without knowing what was going on....

I can totally imagine it escalating to Perv!Angel leaving notes when he's asleep, because Eddie is asking the empty trailer heartbreaking questions like "Am I even worthy of love?" or " Am I ever gonna get out of here?" or "Will they ever leave me alone?" And Angel comes in when he's asleep and after Angel's done playing with him, leaves a note answering his question, the heartwrenching question he asked in the darkness of his trailer on that night. And Eddie would wake up and find it, and he'd be a tad bit creeped out by it, but after a while, he'd drop his guard and smoke a shitton after a crappy day at school with Jason, and he'd ask another question in the darkness of his room, and once he's asleep, Angel would do the same routine, play with him, leave a note. And this would segue into Eddie somehow thinking that Perv!Angel is an actual Angel, stalker, or some sort of goddess, because every time this happens, things seem to get brighter, better, for him in small, little ways. Like, he gets flowers in his locker, or a new dnd mini. And Eddie just goes on, thinking that he's got a goddess, an Angel(😉), who help him when he falls asleep after a shitty day......

-🍄 (Hi! I'm mushroom anon! I'm new here.... enjoy my gift!)

LITTLE SHROOM UR OUT HERE INCREASING MY SEROTONIN FR!!!! im in absolute shreds over this....unintentionally making eddie worship you even though he doesn't even know who you are, him falling in love with you more and more every day despite not even picking out your face amongst the crowd of people he sees day to day.....him trying harder and harder to find out who you are but you just become more and more elusive, to the point that he's actually getting on his knees and fucking praying to you like he's totally lost his damn mind. and he just wants you so badly, so badly, and has no idea you're listening to every word he says when he thinks he's totally alone ♡

#🍄 anon #eddie munson #perv!angelface #eddie munson x reader #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #anons

[arduadastra]

An unhinged recap of TLOU EP3

Honestly read at your own peril, I cried a lot in this one

*spoilers ahead*

So right off the bat I played TLOU with my partner very soon after it came out, and then again.....and again......(and again) a few more times so I thought I was ready for this. I was ready for grissly asshole bill needing to go find Frank because he's only gone and got himself in some shit and yeah joel and ellie come along I know where a battery is but oh no Frank got bit?! and have a cry but did we get that? No. Do i wish we did? Absolutely not.

But i am kinda bummed we didnt get pedro pascal caught upside down shooting at zombies because of Frank's trap....thats one of my all time favourite scenes

ANYWAY

The whole set up to Bill and who he is, is done so well and with comedy too. It's meant to be ridiculous in a way that someone like bill, a prepper and lets be real we all know one, who 9/10 is called crazy is now the smart one and we see him living his best solo life in his mini town

5. Years pass im thinking huh, that isnt too long, we arent up to present day yet and then i see my boy frank in a hole and im thinking OH YEAHHHH we get some BACKSTORY

6. "there is no girl" "i know" - why did this make me laugh yet cry in the same breath? its so bloody unfair people can grow up without knowing what it is to love and be loved simply because some assholes out there made it 'not the norm' and considering how bill grew up, im sure that didnt help either.

7. "have you done this before?" "no"

8. Young joel in that sunshine? eating with that fork on a fancy plate with pedro's non grey hair and looking clean as frick? this was for the pedro simps and i APPROVE

8.5 MY BOYS JUST WANNA GROW STRAWBERRIES OK

9. the raiders hit, im thinking SHIT here we go, this is when theyre gonna kill frank and joel and ellie will show up and bill will be an asshole and joel will think nothing of it and ill be screaming at my tv and all will be right in the wor- wait what BILL GOT HIT?!

10. oh he's fine

11. Frank isn't though

12. This is where im prepping myself right? I KNEW since i started this episode that he would die, he died in the game and he's gotta die here but im not liking this.

13. Bill stop naming Frank's pills fun names im literally crying

14. Frank: "This is my last day" Me:

15. I dont need to write the speech he made because honestly if i did i'll just cry again and im writing this on my laptop and i really cant afford a new one but you all know that made you cry too

16. THEY. GOT. MARRIED. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! ARE YOU?! BECAUSE THIS SUCCEEDED MAN YOU DID IT - WELL DONE

17. Now here i am, tears streaming down my face when you lose something you cannot replace Frank has drunk the wine, im a puddle and then Bill.....this mother fricker....downs his glass and im thinking wait a miniute here....this isnt what happened in the game

18. "objectively.....that is very romantic"

19. ........ *frank castle voice* wait wait wait wait wait WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

20. my ass is in denial right, im like nah ok bill is gonna wake up and that'll be horrifying and heartbreaking because now hes forced to live on without the love of his life and joel and ellie arrive and his door is locked and i knew this aint the way it's gonna be

21. the letter. I need say nothing more.

22. So after ALL THAT, all the sobbing and crying and pact and 'we left a window open' they're just gonna throw at me some joel and ellie bonding in the car? theyre gonna give me the game quotes of 'what you say goes' ????????????????

TLDR: EP3 was beautiful and heartwarming and then soul sucking all at once. While i didnt get my refirdgerator scene i got something so much more and I loved them for that. Now im just hoping ellie found those magasines because best BELIEVE thats another of my all time favourite scenes from the game

#tlou #bill and frank #bill and frank the last of us #the last of us ep 3 #the last of us hbo #the last of us series #joel miller #pedro pascal

[draiad]

FFVII Rebirth Spoilers Ahead

NGL This is going to be a big ramble but BUT I finished this game a bit ago now and I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. For anyone who is curious I ADORED it. There were a few moments I had frustrations with (Looking at you box throwing mini game) but that aside this game is still a solid 10/10 for me.

Be prepared for a lot of this to not make sense because I am typing as the thoughts come, there is no organization to them. for the TL:DR I liked the game and I am super excited for the answers we're going to get in part 3.

I cannot get over how well they handled the characters in this game. I should have expected it with how good of a job they did in Remake but they managed to absolutely blow my mind this game AGAIN.

That aside the thing I want to really focus on right now is the timeline stuff. I don't really have any solid theories as to how things are going to resolve nor do I have any set in stone mindset for Aerith's current situation but I have thoughts and ideas of how I would LIKE them to go.

I'm very curious about the timeline stuff. The characters who seem to have knowledge of other timelines vs those who don't. Its clear Zack, Biggs and Marlene are aware that there's something going on, not necessarily what but the fact that Marlene and Biggs knew of Cloud while in Zack's timeline makes me wonder what that means for Marlene in Cloud's timeline. I figure the hug from remake imparted all Marlene's with a bit of knowledge? I don't even know and I cannot wait to find out.

I also found the whispers a lot easier to deal with mentally this time around when thinking of them as extensions of Sephiroth and either Aerith or the life stream.

I may be wrong but I also feel like the weapons we saw in this game were the unwoken/larval stages of Ruby and Sapphire. I absolutely adored that sequence with Tifa and it makes me HELLA excited to see her help Cloud piece himself back together.

And then AND THEN we have that whole mess (still loved it all) with how they handled Aerith's death. I'm of two mindsets right now with what happened there. The one that I think is most likely true is Aerith is dead dead and Cloud is seeing her as some coping mechanism. I'm not 100% sold on the idea of it being Jenova manipulating him (though that would be hella dark and I would LOVE it). The other thing that I feel like may be the case is Aerith is dead but in the lifestream and is actively communicating with Cloud. Again not fully sold on it but I suppose we're just gonna have to wait and see. I think next game when we revisit things we're going to get that iconic scene of him lowering her into the water as he finally accepts the truth. Maybe after he recovers himself. All I know is its going to be so heartbreaking and good to watch as the team start doubting him while he spirals.

I think the black materia is going to be a fun game-play element to his skills in the next game too and I am super excited for some sort of Dark Knight Cloud. I feel like we're going to lose him pretty early on in part 3, I fully expect within the first couple of hours of the game the northern crater shit is going to go down and we'll have Party Leader Tifa for a while.

I can honestly say I don't know what kind of ending I want for this trilogy. Part of me wants it to be a reset, for the timeline to return to what it should. Another part of me wants it to be the happy ending for all. Either way I'll probably be happy. I think the only ending that would piss me off is someone wakes up and it was all a dream.

#ffviir #ffviirebirth #ffvii rebirth #ffvii #final fantasy vii

[kessielrg]

[Zelda] Please, Protect the Arts: Chapter 6

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,614

Previous | AO3

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Zelda did not leave her room for the bulk of the day. She spent the time refining her speech, deciding what to wear (because every impression counted), and praying to anyone who would listen that this would work. The bulk of her argument was money related. In order to appeal to the board of ed, she had to prove just how much money they were losing by pulling the funding. It was incredibly tricky, but having a state representative for a father meant that Zelda was well prepared to bluff if need be. No one would think to fact check her until they were home- if ever. She just had to sell it right. She had to get under their skin. She had to go in with full conviction and refuse to let go of her chokehold on them.

There was no way to sugarcoat it, this was incredibly exhausting.

Once it finally got to a place where Zelda could say she was satisfied, the poor girl immediately took a nap. The dream that came was confusing and equally frustrating.

She did know his name. It had been said in many different times and in many different tones. Concern, understanding, heartbreak…

“Why are you making it so difficult for me now?” dream Zelda asked.

The boy smiled. In the dream he took her by the hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

‘Because you’re smart,’ the little squeeze said. ‘Because I know you’ll figure it out. Because I want you to see what matters the most.’

It was those silent words that echoed as she returned to the waking world. Zelda groaned as she tried to pull herself out of bed. Her mind was in a complete fog.

“I’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Zelda said to herself in a grog before flopping back down on her bed and going back to sleep. She did not have any other dreams that night.

. . .

Anxiety made her wake up a bit too early for comfort. However, the determination of finishing her argument led to a round reserved just for finding out the boy’s name. She only had a day left, after all. To help curb some of the nerves that lingered, Zelda took a nice, long shower and made herself a cup of peppermint tea. She was more than ready to piece together the boy’s clues once she entered her room again.

Zelda looked over the trinkets on her dresser, letting out a soft hum of thought. A lyre charm, an inkwell, a lens filter, and a miniature kiln. According to what he wrote on her drawing, he had given them to her in order. But it didn’t quite make sense. L-I-L-K. That couldn’t have been a real name- let alone an actual word. Llin was also a fairly odd spelling that didn’t work either. It had to be something obvious- something she was missing.

Zelda bit her lip as she looked at each trinket closer. She almost dropped the mini kiln, forgetting that the base hadn’t been attached before the small structure was fired. That was when she remembered that the boy had etched words onto the base. ‘It was close but two steps away.’ But what was two steps away? The fire? Based on the clues she had, there was no way it was that simple. Unless he meant the kiln, but even that…

“Wait…”

Zelda put down the mini kiln and instead picked up the lens filter case. At the time, she had dismissed the fact that the boy had underlined the word ‘neutral’ on the case. But this wasn’t just some generic lens filter, this one was special. One that held back light from entering the camera. It was a neutral density filter, and it had been the one piece of evidence that she didn’t quite appreciate until now.

“Oh!” she realized- much louder than she intended to. “Oh!”

. . .

The ocarina sounded sadder that day. However, it’s not like he told her he’d be here today. He didn’t even give her his phone number. In his effort to show her the school, the boy had forgotten to make sure they kept in contact. He had liked her. She had a spirit and determination that could barely be matched nowadays. Had he shown her enough, though? Should he had dragged it out to include his last name too? Not that he wanted to do that because the school didn’t cover everything (off the top of his head he could list the dance and theater kids he could exchange favors for, maybe even the graphic design teacher too), but…

She was late. She was late and didn’t even know it.

The boy hit a note so sour, he couldn’t help but wince. He gave himself an annoyed ‘tsk’ before attempting the piece over again. A part of him wondered why he was even playing this song. It’s not like he could summon her with the same piece he had been playing when they first met. The world didn’t really work that way.

“Good morning.” a familiar voice softly said from in front of him.

Or… maybe the world could work that way.

Just this once.

Just for them.

“My meeting with the board of education is later today,” she told him. “I wanted to thank you. Everyone always says that the arts are important, but never explain why. That lack of understanding leads to moments like this- where something called important is seen as less than that, and it starts to disappear. Without your help, I wouldn’t have an argument prepared that I was confident with. Thank you, again, so much Link.”

Hearing his name through her lips caused a massive jolt to hit his body.

“So it is Link?” she then proceeded to laugh. “Well Link, it’s a pleasure to finally know your name. Mine is Zelda- if you were ever bothered enough to know. Next time just ask for my number.”

He laughed, because of course he would.

The ocarina sounded a lot happier after that. Zelda explained her plan of attack as Link listened, gently accompanying her vigor with his music. It only had to stop because Link had run out of water, and his mouth was starting to get dry. The two walked out of the library together.

“I can’t thank you enough, Link.” Zelda said as they stood outside. Her ride had gone to get some gas and would be back shortly. Link lived nearby and could walk home if he wanted to. He considered inviting her over, but remembered that her meeting would be happening soon. Maybe another day. He hoped they could meet on another day, no matter what happened with the board of ed. “You come back to the library every Friday, right?”

Link nodded. As long as it was open, he was here.

“Oh, there’s my ride.” Zelda announced as her chauffeur pulled into the library’s parking lot. She waved to him, not noticing that Link looked a bit conflicted on something- as if he was forcing himself to move.

“Please Zelda,” a voice spoke up- it was primarily masculine, but carried a certain softness that it could still be mistaken for feminine, “Protect the arts.”

Zelda paused. She turned to where the source of the voice had been. A small jolt hit her heart when she realized it had been Link.

“I’m going to do everything I can, Link.” she promised. She even took him by the hands, and gave them a firm squeeze. “They’ll have to drag me out of that meeting room kicking and screaming if they don’t repeal the budget cut. You have my word on it.”

Link didn’t seem as sure. His hands squeezed her back before finally pulling her into a tight hug. If Zelda ever needed a reminder on how much this meant to him -and to the school at whole-, this moment became the core decision.

. . .

Getting new instruments had been a running joke in the orchestra for at least 10 years now. They started far before Link formally signed up for classes. Today hell must have frozen over. There were new strings in every string instrument, including the harp. Every tuba in the wind section had been cleaned to the point where the brass actually glittered in the overhead lights. Even their instructor had a new conductor’s baton, with at least five more sitting in backup.

The orchestra wasn’t the only place seeming a boost in equipment. Tiny as they were, they were making a difference regardless. The drawing and painting courses had new easels, the photography classes were offering free loan outs to students who signed up for the course (as long as they returned them on time, of course), and the kiln in the pottery room finally had a new valve that allowed more consistent firing for the vessels baked within. Someone had brought up a rumor that the teachers were also getting paid more, but that was the point where everyone decided most news around the school were likely lies.

Link believed them, though. His proof was sitting at the harp- who in turn looked so anxious to be there. But she’d get comfortable soon enough. The orchestra was filled with good people. And after he and her would spend the afternoon together. Link smiled as their instructor started to lead them through the first piece.

The changes made to the Hylian School of Arts were small, but behind it was a well supplied budget and people who loved to be here. And that meant the big changes  (like a new friend, or even having a student noticed at national level) weren’t far behind.

#writing #writing stuff #my writing #the legend of zelda #zelda fanfiction #tloz zelda #zelda #tloz link #link #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic

[lovelywingsart]

Now I'm gonna tell you how Vixen would work because I spent way too long thinking of this :

So she's actually stalking Ethan a bit before the meeting. You can see her in the trees off to the side in a dark red cloak and wolf mask. Of course, if you turn in her direction, she disappears into the woods.

When Ethan meets Heisenberg for the first time, she's trotting along behind him, adorable sinister grin 😊. Her first voice line is her adorable Laugh. Wicked but adorable.

She's seen in full when Ethan first wakes up in the church, where she's crouched on her knees in front of him. She is then seen leaning on the back of Karl's pew.

When Ethan makes it to the factory, Vixen works like the Demi sisters, where he's grabbed by her scythe and dragged over to Karl. Karl thanks her and pats her on the head, and she goes to lean on the wall.

When Ethan disagrees with the plan...you can see her face shift to a scared expression. Ethan WAS there ticket out afterall...she knows their screwed.

Then the final time you see her, instead of the fight with Sturm, she'll drop down from a railing above, landing directly on Ethan. When shoving her off, the fight starts. Her fight isn't TOO complex as she's just a mini boss, but her death does make it harder to fight Heisenberg.

You do have the option to SPARE her life. If you do, she'll go running to Heisenberg and he keeps her locked up in the factory for safety...but those bombs sure to make a hell of a death.

Now, the fight isn't too complicated. Her 5 attacks are claw swiping, biting if you get too close, charging, swinging her scythe, and her last, desperate attack, is calling the soldats for help. She'll only be able to call in about 4, as she only knows the commands to 4 of them (the ones she built)

Of course, in the way of the game...she loses. Where Ethan shoots her RIGHT in the Cadou. All she leaves behind is a Crystal wolf paw...which when you give to Duke (along with Vixen's locket) he says...

"My, my...a poor wolf's claw. As vicious in death as she was in life."

"The dear Lady's Vixen's locket...Lord Heisenberg won't be happy."

Also, before I forget to mention: Karl sees her death on the cameras. His adopted daughter that he raised for 13 years, dies right before his eyes...

And, if you sell the necklace to Duke before going to fight Heisenberg, you can see Heisenberg wearing the locket, after buying it back from the Duke. If you look closely, you can see the slight pink showing in the chest of his mutated form.

Just a little heartbreak for you ❤

- Lu

NOOOOO BABY 😭

Karl with the locket tho.... 🥺 Oh gods, Emelia would go fucking BALLISTIC...

I do love the mechanic with the Soldats though!!!! That's an awesome way to use them, plus simple attacks still make up for an awesome fight, especially with a character who has already been established since the beginning. uwu I like that, I think she'd be cool to fight!

Ha, now I will twist the narrative and ask YOU a question because I'm curious- in the event that Vixen is spared, how would SHE react to Emelias death and Karls scream? 👀

#answered ask #ask answered #oc ask #HAHAHA IT IS I WHO ASKS THE QUESTIONS NOW

[coooooooooooooulson]

/frustration!!!!!!

#i hate dreams where i fall in love with someone #and even worse when they fall in love back #especially when im at my loneliest!!!! #like come on brain i know we’re starved but dont make it harder #waking up from those is like a mini heartbreak #especially when it was as cute as that one like we makes face care stuff and they helped me wrap it up to take home #and then we were chatting on a messenger and they were like joking around like #‘lololo love meeee’ and i was like ‘jokes on you i dooooo’ #and it was just all..... good.... and cute.... and now im just sad and alone.....

[jayflrt]

to all my firsts with you

PAIRING ▸ jake sim x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ fluff, angst, crack, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, college au, “right person, wrong time” trope

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mentions of drinking, mc being an absolute wreck around jake, jake being so whipped he puts whipped cream to shame, jayhoon are terrible wingmen, jayhoon are also deemed tweedledee and tweedledum because of this, you get to choose your ending (it makes sense at the end), lots of fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ first kiss. first date. first love. first heartbreak. with jake, your timing would always be off—like thunder following lightning—barely missing the other by seconds.

WORD COUNT ▸ 7342 words

TAG LIST ▸ @mykalon​ @honeyju​

PLAYLIST ▸ bungee by baekhyun • stars by duncan laurence

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! so i just thought of this last night ?? i wrote this in a day WHAT i was just so passionate ♡ i hope you guys enjoy !! (hint: if you want a happy ending, just click on the link at the end)

i. love blooms unexpectedly (sometimes, it involves ladybugs)

THERE WERE PROBABLY WORSE WAYS TO SPEND YOUR SATURDAY NIGHT.

Starting a study session with your closest friends sounded productive, and it forced you to actually complete your assignments. In retrospect, you should’ve had no complaints, but you didn’t realize just how wrong a study session could go. You supposed there were worse things in the world. Getting mauled by a pack of wolves would definitely be worse, but seeing Jake Sim walk into the library’s study space was making you prefer the wild dogs.

Your biology midterm was in six days so you didn’t really have time to complain, but this was probably the worst-case scenario for you right now. There were nearly a hundred people in your biology lecture, and of all those students, Sunghoon just had to drag Jake over.

You were absolutely sick of your best friend. Park Sunghoon was the dictionary definition of the devil in disguise; he was utterly evil to the core and his pretty privilege helped him get away with it. You often asked yourself why God decided to make Sunghoon hot. Obviously, the boy had no say in the matter, but now you were stuck with a hot best friend with an inflated ego, and that simply wasn’t fair.

Around now was when you started wishing you had decided to go with Jay’s idea: clubbing. You weren’t really a party person, but waking up on a bathroom floor in a pair of bunny ears (courtesy of Jay Park, of course) and your heels missing was something you would choose in a heartbeat over this situation.

Well, as long as you glossed over the fact that you woke up to see that you had ordered 3000 live ladybugs for the price of $26.80.

If you were at a club, you could take a breather and forget about your silly little crush on Jake. Now, you were buried with material to review, but you were clearly not in the right headspace to actually do your work. The metaphysical RNA models in your head were mocking you with mini Jakes sticking out of every single nucleobase.

However, Sunghoon and Jay would not accept your lovesick acid trip as a valid excuse to get out of participating in the study session.

“Oh fuck,” was your first reaction upon seeing Jake walk in.

“This’ll be fun,” Jay muttered under his breath, propping an elbow up on the table so he could shield himself from your death glare.

Because you had no control over your actions at this point, you started looking up where you could buy live ladybugs even though you were absolutely sick of ladybugs. You were sure you were just searching out of pure fretfulness because Jake Sim was setting his backpack down just across the table. However, you came to your senses when you saw a post of 3500 live ladybugs being sold for only $32.84.

What a deal.

But forget the ladybugs.

It really was Jake. The tousled hair, the grey sweater, the smile—and you had to hide how utterly whipped you were for him. You clenched your jaw and looked back at your screen. A few painful seconds passed by, and some stupid flicker of hope made you truly believe he was gone, so you looked up.

“Hey,” Jake greeted, the corners of his lips high on his cheeks.

Shit.

“Hi,” you got out, dissatisfied by your suddenly strangled voice.

“You good?” Sunghoon asked unhelpfully but didn’t wait for you to confirm or deny. Clearly, a formality. “Anyway, we are all gathered here today because we are all royally fucked for this bio midterm.” He eyed the miserable-looking college students. “Raise your hand if you’re a bio major.”

You, Jake, and Sunghoon raised your hands.

“What are you?” Jake questioned, nodding in Jay’s direction.

“Okay, that sounded like a microaggression,” Jay replied, folding his arms across his chest. His voice dropped to a mutter as he explained, “I just took the wrong class.”

Sunghoon made a face and cocked his head to the side before he moved on. “Alright, raise your hand if you’re barely passing the class.”

You, Jake, and Sunghoon raised your hands again.

“Okay, raise your hand if you have a good grade in the class.”

Jay raised his hand.

“What the fuck?” You looked over at your best friend and leaned over to peer at his laptop screen. “What’s your grade in the class?”

“A ninety,” Jay answered, turning his laptop for the three to see his portal.

Great. You four were officially the Three Idiots plus their smart friend, Jay.

“A ninety?” Jake pressed.

“You’re a business major,” Sunghoon sneered. “Stop outshining the bio majors!”

Jay snorted. “Well, maybe if the bio majors didn’t suck ass in their own field of expertise, then they wouldn’t need to worry about me,” he retorted.

“Here’s the plan,” Sunghoon started, ignoring Jay’s crude comment. “We’re gonna meet up every single night before this midterm.”

“Why do I have to come every single night if my grades are fine?” Jay asked.

“Because we need your help, obviously,” Jake said. “You’re our holy grail!”

“He’s right,” you added, “we need a teacher if we want to pass—”

“And we’ll start tomorrow!” Sunghoon announced, slamming his palm against the table as he got up to his feet. “Come on, Jay. It’s time to play Tekken until we crash.”

You could only stare in disbelief as your best friends got up to leave, slinging their backpacks on. Why would Sunghoon call Jake over and then leave him in the dust right after? You were appalled and ready to talk shit about him because there was absolutely no way he was going to get away with dragging you across campus for a five-minute meeting.

“The hell?” Jake looked over his shoulder to stare at Sunghoon. “You’re leaving already?”

“We’re tired, and it’s dark out,” Sunghoon explained, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Y/N, you should get back to your dorm safely. Maybe ask someone to walk you—ow! Jay, that hurt!”

“We’re off,” Jay finished quickly, shoving Sunghoon out of the room and leaving you alone with Jake.

You knew it.

You knew this was all part of Sunghoon and Jay’s twisted plan to get you alone with your crush and wait for you to make a move. They were probably conspiring behind your back at the very moment. You, however, weren’t just going to feed into their desire. You weren’t going to give in and allow them the satisfaction of knowing they aided you in pursuing your crush.

However, you soon realized that you were going to lose either way.

Not going with Sunghoon and Jay’s plan meant that nothing would ever happen between you and Jake. Likewise, going along with it meant that they would take credit and tease you endlessly if anything ever happened.

Before you knew it, you were looking up universities to transfer into.

You and Jake sat in silence for the longest thirty minutes of your life, until you heard him ask, “Are you moving schools? Your grade can’t be that bad in bio, right?”

You jumped at the realization that he was right behind you, eyes locked on your laptop screen. While you were lost in your thoughts, he must have started packing up and walked up right behind you. There was genuine concern drawn on his face, and you had no idea how to tell him that he was the cause of your problems. Nevertheless, you weren’t sure how to explain what was on your screen; you had split it so you were looking at other schools on the right and shopping for ladybugs on the left.

“No!” you defended. “I’m just, uh…”

“It’s okay,” Jake assured, placing a hand on the head of your chair. “These study sessions will hopefully help, and if it gets any worse, you can just drop the class.”

This was bad. Jake Sim thought you were an idiot.

(You were, but he didn’t have to know that.)

“Anyway,” Jake continued, “I should walk you back. Which dorms do you live in?”

You closed your laptop and slipped it into your bag, pondering over your next response to him. You were stuck between explaining where your dorms were and debunking the myth that you were possibly dropping out of college over a biology class.

“I live in the dorms close by,” you explained. “It’s not too far so I can walk on my own.”

“Oh, I’ll go with you,” Jake said. “I live there too.”

Shit.

In the semester and a half you’ve been crushing on Jake Sim, you had somehow never realized that he lived in the same dorm as you. Your only means of seeing were through shared lectures and occasionally at the dining hall between classes. You had only struck up a conversation with him a few times here and there, always simply existing as ‘Sunghoon’s friend’ to him.

Jake Sim had a reputation, after all; with his looks, there was no way he wouldn’t be fawned over. He was a mysterious one, really. You were shocked that rumors could extend and be warped so far that no one actually knew what the person was truly like.

Some said Jake had a kingdom of women doing his bidding back in high school. You weren’t too sure of this because Sunghoon had informed you that the only female he spoke to with enthusiasm was his English teacher. Another rumor floated around that Jake was a street-fighter and almost killed a man once. You weren’t too sure of this one either because you recalled seeing his helpless self getting attacked by a bird in the courtyard a few days ago.

Everyone was well aware of his reputation. Even Jake himself knew that there were all sorts of gossip flying around about him. Although, from what you knew, most of these rumors were fake. However, some of them were convincing enough to cause Jake’s best friend, Sunghoon, to storm over to his room and ask if he really was a world-class fencer.

(Sunghoon later gathered that Jake could hardly hold a kitchen knife without his hands shaking; he was not a fencer.)

“Oh, then sure—” You stood up quickly, whipping around to face him, unfortunately miscalculating just how close he was.

But Jake’s soft lips brushed against yours faster than either of you could turn away.

You had no time to process what had just happened or how Jake reacted, taking the moment of shock to make a beeline for the door. You croaked out an awkward “goodbye” and never looked back, speed-walking out of the library despite all the questioning stares you were getting.

It was cold when you got outside, but the heat creeping up to your face overpowered the chill. You probably looked like an idiot, but who cared when you just kissed the freshman bio student with The Reputation™ on accident?

This was the end of the line for any chance you had with Jake. Maybe if you kept your composure back then and laughed it off, it wouldn’t have seemed like a big deal. Now, however, you were completely humiliated and were probably going to be ignored by Jake Sim for the rest of your life.

“Y/N!”

Or not.

Maybe if you pretended you didn’t hear anything, you wouldn’t have to deal with the situation. That was irrational of you, though, so you turned around to see Jake jogging to catch up with you.

Lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. Lips letting out puffs of cold air. Lips that were against yours earlier.

“You left your keys in the library,” he breathed out, holding out the Studio Ghibli lanyard that had three keys and a Totoro keychain dangling from it.

“Oh.” You let him drop them in the palm of your hands and then stared down at the bundle of keys. “Thanks! Um… sorry, I have to go, like… right now.”

“Yeah, same,” Jake replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He waved quickly and started walking away, despite the dorms being in the opposite direction. He was probably heading to Sunghoon’s place, and you felt a little upset that you wouldn’t walk back with him. “See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

You frowned down at the lanyard and crumpled up paper that Jake left in your hand. On the surface, that was a seemingly normal conversation, and you could’ve safely concluded that Jake just brushed the incident off. Looking closely, however, he was clearly treating you like garbage. He even left his scraps for you to clean up.

Dejected, you unfolded the piece of paper before you tossed it into the trash can and froze. It must have been a mistake. There was no way he was going to give you that on purpose, right? You contemplated running after him to give him back the piece of paper, but you were frozen in place, unable to comprehend what he just gave you and why.

Jake’s phone number. Scrawled onto the tiny slip. Rushed, barely legible handwriting.

You pinched yourself and concluded, no, this was not a dream.

ii. and, somehow, lemongrass becomes your favorite scent

The study sessions carried on as planned, with Sunghoon and Jay actually taking them seriously, to your surprise. Jay was an excellent teacher, you discovered, and although he blew his fuse whenever you asked a stupid question, he explained concepts thoroughly. Jake picked up the material faster than you and Sunghoon, so you started spending extra hours to internalize the information.

Additionally, the study sessions brought you four closer together. You and Jake, on the other hand, hadn’t progressed your relationship farther than simply gazing at each other every now and then. Despite entering his phone number into your contacts, you hadn’t contacted him since. There were many times where you came close, but you chickened out almost immediately.

However, with only less than a week left until the midterm, you were more focused on the exam than Jake.

Between your labs and lectures, you decided it was best to study at the coffee shop on your campus instead of walking back to your dorm. Naturally, the man you had been dreading to see decided to walk up to you in the middle of your study session.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake greeted with an easy smile. He placed his hand on the head of the chair across from you. “Is this seat taken?”

“Oh, no, go ahead,” you said, and Jake took the cue to sit down. He looked adorable, cheeks and nose pink from the blistering cold outside. Only then did you realize just how unprepared he was for the weather. “You must be freezing!”

“I just ordered a coffee to warm me up,” Jake said, pointing his thumb back at the register behind the seating area. When he slid into the chair across from you, he said, “I’m only staying here until it’s ready, and then I’m making a run for the dorms.”

This would be the perfect opportunity for you to spend time with Jake, but you thought it would be weird if you walked back with him. There was something else that was bothering you, though: your accidental kiss.

You couldn’t concentrate on virtually anything without remembering Jake’s soft lips against yours. It was a brief, fleeting moment, but it threw your emotions into a whirlwind. There were multiple times when you’d catch his eyes dropping to your lips, but when you both snapped back into reality, the fantasy shattered into pieces.

“Um,” you started, trying to frame your thoughts clearly before you blurted out, “do you wanna hang out after the midterm’s over?”

“Like… just the two of us?” Jake asked.

You contemplated on saying you’d invite Sunghoon and Jay, if he wanted, but that would defeat the whole purpose of you attempting to ask Jake Sim out. You had to start taking initiative if you wanted to start anything between you two.

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling. “Just us.”

A grin stretched across Jake’s face, those beautiful corners of his lips turning up. “It’s a date.”

Oh, he went there.

You were a little too shell-shocked to reply, your cheeks burning up at his proposal. Your brain was going haywire. 3000 live ladybugs for the price of $26.80. 3500 for only $32.84. You still had those in your shopping cart for god knows what reason, and lord, Jake Sim was asking you out on a date.

Jake’s head whipped around when he heard the barista call his name. He stood up, looking at you like he was expecting something. You weren’t sure what to do, so you stood up, only realizing soon after that he was way too close.

“That’s my drink,” he said. “Text me later, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, and before you knew it, Jake had pulled you in for a hug.

Your heart stuttered in your chest when you felt Jake’s arms wrap around you. Maybe he was just a touchy person, or maybe he did this with all of his friends, but this felt warm. It felt right. You could smell lemongrass on his sweater, and you inhaled it, feeling a little dizzy but content.

A few seconds passed and Jake pulled back. Something in his eyes told you that he didn’t want to let go, and you didn’t either.

You slumped back into your seat when he left. Your brain was turning to mush because not only did you have a date with Jake Sim, but you couldn’t get those endearing corners of his lips out of your head either.  

iii. the most beautiful moments are when you least expect them

You had never felt so relieved to finish a midterm.

It was as if several heavy boulders were lifted off of your shoulders. You felt lighter on your feet and a lot happier when you walked out of the examination room. The best part was that you actually felt like you did good on the exam. You made a mental note to show Jay your gratitude later.

However, you didn’t plan on showing your gratitude by letting him and Sunghoon crash your date with Jake.

You had met up with Jake a week after the midterm. (You needed the week before to revitalize and recoup from all the studying you had done.) When you texted him about your date, he planned to take you to dinner the same night. Although you were a tad overwhelmed, you agreed, buzzing with excitement as you sent the text.

Dressing up for a date required expertise (aka self-proclaimed fashion expert Jay Park), but you were hesitant to tell your friends that you were going on a date with Jake. Instead, you decided to cycle through your entire closet, trying on every possible combination of clothes for an hour until you settled on something decent.

If Jake didn’t like it, you were going to crawl in a hole and die because you invested so much time in choosing one outfit.

To your delight, your heart ended up skipping a beat when you saw Jake’s jaw hang slack at the sight of you. You had to press your lips together to hide your smile, but Jake didn’t seem to notice. Those pretty corners of his lips turned up, and a warm feeling burst in your chest.

“Hey,” you greeted, a touch awkward. You never expected a couple of study sessions would result in you meeting Jake like this. “So, where to?”

“Campus dining isn’t exactly fine cuisine, but I know good comfort food,” he said, slipping his hand in yours to walk with you. Your brain was hardly functioning, jumping to wonder if your hand was clammy and then thinking about how large Jake’s hands were. The both of you lapsed into silence, but then he mentioned, “Remember that, um… kiss?”

You stiffened. “In the library?” In an attempt to not make the conversation awkward, you forced a laugh, indulging Jake with unnecessary information. “Did you know that was my first kiss?”

Scratch that. Your attempts to not make the situation awkward tragically failed.

Thankfully, Jake was a good conversationalist.

“Yeah, so,” Jake started, the tips of his ears going red, “if that was your first kiss… can I show you a better one later?”

Code red. Sirens. Flashing lights. About every single alarm was going off in your head right now. All those ladybugs in your Amazon shopping cart felt as if they were flying in your stomach, which was, in theory, a horrifying thought, but you were scared of butterflies so ladybugs were the next best comparison.

Your voice came out shaky when you answered, “Kiss me again? I mean—”

“Is that Y/N and Jake holding hands?” Jay Park’s voice penetrated your eardrum rather unpleasantly. Your face immediately went stony when you saw him and Sunghoon walk up to you two. “You two grabbing dinner?”

Yes! you wanted to scream. Read the room, read the room, read the room—

“Let’s all go together!” Sunghoon proposed cheerfully.

You started to understand the frustration behind the term cockblocked. You’d think holding hands would be as good as writing ‘LEAVE US ALONE’ across your forehead, but unfortunately, your friends couldn’t pick up on your cues. However, your heart soared a little when Jake gripped your hand tighter despite your friends being around.

Still, Jake Sim was too nice to turn them down.

“Sure!” he replied cheerily. “Y/N and I were just about to head in. We can get a table for four.”

You forced a smile. “Yay.”

You wondered if your feigned excitement was convincing.

(Spoiler: it wasn’t.)

Dinner was great and all, but you were ticked off.

You were currently walking back to the dorms, Sunghoon and Jay chatting away while you and Jake followed from behind. Your entire dinner was spent with Tweedledee and Tweedledum crashing your date with no care in the world, gushing to Jake about video games and whatnot. Afterward, Sunghoon proposed getting ice cream together, and realizing that they were never going to leave you two alone, you went along. For two friends who were so adamant about setting you up with Jake, they were so oblivious when it came to your advances.

Now, your supposed-to-be-perfect night was ending, and you were feeling a little upset. Jake seemed to take notice, his eyebrows knitting in concern before he took ahold of your hand again.

“Hey, guys,” he spoke up. “Y/N and I are gonna take the scenic route.”

Jay started, “Oh, we’ll come—”

“Alone,” Jake cut in, a small smirk playing on his lips as he tugged you the opposite way. “Goodnight, you two!”

You exhaled a sigh of relief when you and Jake were getting further away from Jay and Sunghoon. You were afraid that the entire night would end up as a simple hang-out instead of a date, but now you were glad that Jake came to the rescue.

“Those two are a riot,” you said, “but they desperately need to read the room.”

Jake laughed, and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “Right? They’re my boys but they can be my boys when I’m not with my girl.”

You froze. Literally. Jake had to stop walking because your feet were rooted to the ground.

“Your girl?” you asked softly.

You were surprised your voice didn’t come out as high and strangled as you had expected it to. Your heart was racing a million miles a second, and you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. It wasn’t like you didn’t get the idea before that Jake felt the same way you did, but hearing those words from his lips only confirmed your suspicions.

Mutual attraction. It was a little scary, a little too real, but you felt like you were floating.

“Yeah, about that…'' Jake trailed off when he saw a bush of pink hydrangeas. He reached over and plucked one off the stem, eyes boring into yours as he tucked the flower behind your ear and moved his hand to your cheek. “I don’t know if I’m going too fast, but I wanna get to know you better.”

Your lips were frozen as you stared into his eyes a little helplessly. Jake Sim, the guy you had been crushing on for months, was confessing to you. You thought this was a dream, and you didn’t have the mind to pinch yourself, but when Jake’s gaze fell to your lips, you realized this was reality.

“And,” he added, “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Jake leaned in slowly, leaving you frozen on the spot. On the dirt path to the dorms, next to bushels of hydrangeas, you were sure this was the happiest place on earth. There was no urgency, no uninvited guests—just you and Jake alone in the dark hours of the night. His eyes were half-lidded when his lips were a hair’s breadth away, nose barely brushing against yours and lips curled into a bashful smile.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” Jake asked in a whisper.

“Please,” you almost begged, and Jake sealed his lips over yours.

It was like a melody. Jake’s lips felt like slow, heart-tugging music that made your brain go fuzzy and your legs buckle under you. Something about the way he held you made you wonder if he had been waiting to do this for a long time. Maybe even since your accidental kiss in the library. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt with him.

There was nothing anymore. Just you and Jake Sim.

When Jake broke from the kiss, you were a flustered mess, unable to look him straight in the eye. He seemed to find this either endearing or entertaining because his chuckle caught you off guard, but soon, you were pulled into his warm embrace.

Seconds passed. Minutes. Then, you relaxed into his grip, figuring that you’d be there for a while.

You didn’t believe in dramatic concepts like soulmates, but with your face buried into Jake’s chest, you felt like the two of you fit together so perfectly. Like you filled out each other’s empty spaces.

Jake spoke up after a few minutes of silence, “Do you wanna go out?”

“Yeah,” you replied, blissfully content with your first kiss and your first boyfriend.

Yeah, you thought as Jake pulled you impossibly closer by the waist, I could get used to this.

iv. challenge!! confess to your boyfriend crush

you: JAKE

you: JAKE !!!

jake 😡💘: Y/N!!

you: MY CRUSH IS ONLINE

jake 😡💘: omg no way

you: WHAT DO I SAY

jake 😡💘: say “hey i like you <3 let’s date”

you: okay

you: hey i like you <3 let’s date

jake 😡💘: i like you too y/n ❤️

you: jake……… 😰

jake 😡💘: how’d it go

you: he likes me back 🥰💞💘💖💗💖💞

jake 😡💘: 💀

jake 😡💘: i’d make fun of you but ur cute so come over already

you: omw boyfriend 🏃‍♂️

v. flashes of lightning happen at 670,000,000 mph, but your heart beats faster

Having a boyfriend was a strange experience. It wasn’t something you were used to (considering Jake was your first), so you were awkward and flailing in the beginning, unaware of how to properly act like a girlfriend. Later, you started to realize that there was no proper way to be a girlfriend. There was no step-by-step manual, no guide—you just had to be yourself. The you that Jake fell for.

It was only a year into your relationship when things started getting serious. You had been casually dating Jake throughout your first year, but halfway through your second year was when you realized something.

You were in love with Jake Sim.

No, it wasn’t the silly, school-girl crush you harbored before. You loved Jake down to your core. You loved him like the rain loved the earth, like the sun loved the moon, like thunder loved lightning.

There was no dramatic occurrence that made you come to this realization. Like most things, it happened naturally. Something uneventful to an outsider but monumental to you.

It was after you got wasted at a party. You weren’t doing so good, so your friend called Jake to pick you up. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but he stayed with you that night, holding your hand before you slept and crashing on your couch to make sure you slept peacefully.

The next morning, when Jake brought chocolate-chip pancakes to your room, you almost wanted to cry.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said at the time.

“I didn’t,” your boyfriend replied, “but I wanted to do it for you.”

“I love you.”

The words fell out of your lips abruptly, and Jake nearly dropped the plate of pancakes he made for you. You both stared at each other in silence, and you were almost terrified that he wouldn’t say it back. It was the first time you had said something from your heart. The first time you admitted that you truly loved him.

Then, those beautiful corners lifted up. “I love you too, Y/N.”

vi. little by little, the petals start to wilt off the flower

Fights with Jake were rare, but now, they were becoming more common.

If you could have it your way, you would continue living through each beautiful moment with Jake. You would relive the time he held your hand to help you ice skate; the time he introduced you to his dog, Layla, and referred to you both as his “favorite girls”; and the time he stopped mid-stride to tuck a flower behind your ear and tell you how beautiful you were.

Neither you nor Jake saw days like these coming. You were under the impression that it was all smooth sailing, but when you hit your third year of university, the stress and workload was getting to the both of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked him late one night, frowning. “You can’t just keep pulling all-nighters to keep up with your classes, Jake.”

He was clearly on the brink of collapsing. The dark circles under his eyes and mutters of complaints were enough for you to intervene. You were worried for your boyfriend, and seeing him push his body to its limits was making you feel dreadful. At this point, it was messing with Jake’s mental health too, and you had to step in before he spiraled out of control.

Bitter with exhaustion, Jake grumbled. “Well, I can’t exactly do that when I need to catch up, can I?”

“I’m just worried for your health,” you explained.

“Well, maybe you should worry about yourself instead of nagging every little thing I do,” Jake snapped, his face washing over with instant regret when he saw yours fall.

“Nagging?” you asked shakily, trying to keep your composure. “How could you say that? You know I just want the best for you—you know that!”

“You’re right, I just… look,” Jake started, letting out a heavy sigh, “I’m just not feeling good tonight. Please just go to bed before I say something I regret.”

You thought it would be okay. That, in the end, you and Jake would still be by each other’s sides, hands gripped tight and fingers interlocked. You two would always come back to each other because you needed each other.

Yet, moments like these made you doubt whether forever was an option for you two. “Forever” was a childish mindset to have. You knew that nothing good ever lasted long, but you assumed this was just a bump in the road, that things would get better along the way.

Really, you sometimes thought it was a tragedy that you had to fall in love with Jake Sim.

You called Sunghoon late one night. All of your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but you needed to get one thing off your chest. It was bugging you for the past few weeks, but you had been pushing it off.

“Hey,” you said quickly when your best friend picked up. “There’s something that’s been on my mind.”

“Shoot.” Sunghoon yawned. “Hope it’s juicy considering you interrupted my beauty sleep.”

“Please, Jay posted a video of you raging over Mario Kart like ten minutes ago,” you brushed off. After Sunghoon stammered for a moment, you snorted and explained, “I think I wanna go to grad school.”

“Grad school?” You could hear shifting on the other end, like Sunghoon was sitting up straighter. “That’s great. You should go for it.”

“Thing is… I’d have to go long-distance with Jake,” you said, “and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Plenty of couples go long-distance, Y/N,” Sunghoon assured. “You guys can get through it. I mean, have you seen Jake? That guy’s down bad for you.”

You pressed your lips together in a grim line. What Sunghoon said was definitely nice to hear, but you still weren’t convinced. You never wanted to have to make a choice like this, but before you came to a conclusion, you needed to have a conversation with Jake first.

If you could bring yourself to do that.

vii. you can see the lightning before you hear the thunder

You knew it was coming, but it still hurt all the same.

It was the winter of your third year at university. You and Jake had grown since your first year, but sometimes being so close hindered the other’s room to grow, so you were bound to let go.

You didn’t think there were any more ‘firsts’ that Jake could take from you. He had been by your side through everything, through every up and down the universe sent your way. Each memory—good or bad—was something you held close to your heart, like a secret that was only real between you and Jake.

You didn’t think there were any more firsts, but then Jake broke your heart for the first time.

“We should end this,” Jake mumbled, and you flinched as if the words had manifested themselves into something tangible to slap you across the face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Three years of loving Jake unconditionally, and you had lost him. You were so consumed in thinking you needed each other that you felt lost. A strange feeling of hollowness carved itself into your chest, spreading until all you could feel was an empty gap that had no room for love.

It was pathetic, but you felt too defeated to even argue. There was nothing more you wanted than to salvage your relationship, but you and Jake were unfortunately on the same page. You knew Jake too well to know that there were no malicious intentions behind his decision; you were both too busy, too consumed in your work life, that your spark fizzled out.

Instead, you asked, “Was it my fault?”

Your voice broke around the edges, and when Jake pulled you into his arms, you realized you had broken down. Jake lapsed into silence while you sobbed into his chest, grabbing at the front of his shirt like he would disappear if you didn’t hold on tight enough. You never wanted this to happen; it was just something you had to deal with.

You hated it. You hated the universe for letting you meet the right person at the wrong time.

“It wasn’t any of our faults, Y/N,” Jake murmured, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “We love each other, don’t we?” You nodded into his chest, and Jake continued, “We need to figure out ourselves and our lives first, but we just have to say goodbye for now.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

Jake sucked in a sharp breath. “You wanna go to grad school, don’t you? I heard you on the phone with Sunghoon talking about wanting to go but wanting to stay with me.” He bit his lip and shook his head. “I want you to go.”

It was true. The only thing holding you back from pursuing the grad school of your dreams was the distance it would put between you and Jake. Time was running out, though, and you needed to make those life-changing decisions, but you were at a crossroads.

However, with your boyfriend telling you to go, it felt like the goodbye you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

You spent a moment whimpering and crying into his chest. The faint scent of lemongrass was still on his sweater. His warmth was emanating, but what hurt you more was that it would never be yours again.

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely.

You could hear Jake crying this time, the quiet sobs racking his body as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. Once, you longed to be in his arms like this, and now, it was the most painful thing you had to go through.

“I love you too,” Jake replied softly. “I always will.”

You swallowed thickly. You knew it was the right thing to do, but the aching feeling in your chest was only getting more painful. You loved Jake, but you loved him so much that you knew he needed time to work on his self-growth alone.

This is really happening, you thought, feeling a little lightheaded, a little empty.

You tried to smile for him, but it cracked on your face, so you let it fall to pieces on the floor. From the moment you fell in love with Jake, you knew that something always felt rushed between you two. Your timing would always be off—like thunder following lightning—barely missing the other by seconds.

It was a cold winter. Your heart shattered and sank into the snow, but there was no stopping you now. You had to keep going or all of your heartbreak would be for nothing. All of the love and torment you experienced would be nothing but a memory instead of a moment.

This time, you managed a smile for Jake. It was genuine because, stripped down to your core, all you had was love for him. To be able to experience a love so raw and beautiful was a feeling you would never trade for anything else.

It was a cold winter, so you picked up the broken pieces of your heart, fingers cut and bleeding, and walked the path ahead of you.

viii. first love

“This has to call for a celebration,” Sunghoon gushed, his eyes twinkling as he stared at your GRE score. You had scored way better than you thought you would, and you were over the moon. “Y/N, you’re basically guaranteed a seat at grad school.”

You tried to fight down the big smile that stretched across your lips, but it was no use. “I just can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve worked so hard for this moment.”

The fall of your fourth year was for applying to grad schools, so you were busy preparing your applications. Your GRE score coming in was just the icing on the cake, skyrocketing your chances at acceptance to your top schools. Your parents were probably bragging all over every social media platform they knew, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you went home to have your neighbors congratulate you.

Jay walked over with a tray of drinks, grinning ear-to-ear. You figured it was less because of your accomplishment and more because he had been waiting for a night to let loose.

“Y/N, since you’re the winner tonight, why don’t you give us a toast?” your best friend suggested while Sunghoon nodded eagerly.

You held up one of the glasses, standing up at the same time. “I did good this year. I deserve a pat on the back or, like, a free popsicle or something. Thank you.” You lowered your glass and stared at Sunghoon and Jay. “That was my speech.”

“Lame,” Sunghoon said. “Go get the napkins for us since you wasted our time with that speech.”

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly. “Fine, but only because you two never bring enough.”

You got out of your seat and headed to where the napkins and condiments were. Before you could reach to grab the napkins, however, another hand got there first. You glanced at the person beside you, and a flicker of recognition crossed your face, followed by your cheeks burning.

It was him.

The boy you loved for years was standing right next to you, and you had to pretend like you weren’t still pitifully in love with him. Like you never went on dates together and planned a shared future. Like you never kissed him until you felt dizzy with love and spent nights in his arms.

“Jake,” you breathed out. “Hey.”

“Y/N,” he greeted, dazed in the same way you were. When he regained his composure, that smile you always loved stretched across his face. “I heard from Sunghoon that you got a really good GRE score.”

“Sunghoon talked about me?” you asked. That couldn’t be right; Sunghoon wasn’t really the type to brag about his friends.

Jake let out a sheepish laugh, his hand flying up to rub the back of his neck. His laugh pulled at the strings of your heart. You knew that laugh would never be for you again, and it broke you a little. Yet, seeing Jake like this provided some relief that breaking up was the best decision for you two.

“Not really, no,” he replied. You raised a brow and Jake clarified, “I asked.”

“Oh.”

You could’ve waited for the perfect words to form on your tongue—those three little words you had been longing to say. You could’ve cut in during the few seconds of silence, but after this moment was over, the both of you had your own lives to get back to.

Plus, seeing Jake smiling and healthy was enough. You were glad he picked up the pieces and moved on.

Jake smiled. “I’m happy for you, Y/N.” I love you.

“Thank you.” I love you too.

“I gotta get going. I’ll see you later.”

This time, you smiled big and bright. “Goodbye, Jake.”

And, at that moment, you knew it was the right thing to do. Jake was growing as an individual and you were moving onto big things in your life. What you learned from dating him was far more valuable than any college lecture or lab you had attended.

These things happened, and life went on. You and Jake were no exception to the rule. Love was a very fragile and often transient emotion, but one thing you could bet on was that you and Jake shared a love strong enough to break the sky.

In another lifetime, in some parallel universe, there was probably still a you and Jake that existed. There was probably still another you and him that held hands and kissed under the shade of trees. There was another him that tucked flowers behind your ear and told you how beautiful you were.

For now, in this reality, you would push forward. You would go to grad school and find your calling. You would focus on your future and work on yourself until everything was clear for you. You would stumble and fall, and you would pick yourself back up.

In the end, you were glad that Jake was your first love and first heartbreak because no one else would be able to make it taste so sweet.

ix. the truth is, thunder and lightning occur at the same time. it's just that one is always a little faster, so it takes time for the other to catch up.

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[bisoussoiree]

FIGHTS .. PETER PARKER

NAVIGATION !!

warnings ! blood, mentions of a shot, angst (not really, maybe?)

reposted from my — now — hp blog (@dylwrites)!!

words: 870

anxiety and fear. those were the only two emotions you felt at the moment.

knowing that your roomate, your best friend, was spider-man was a blessing and a curse. on one hand, you knew he was helping so many people, that warmed your heart.

on the other hand, almost every day he came home bruised or cut in various places along his body.

you were getting sick of it.

at first you loved playing nurse, you loved being the only one to cure peter. but now it's just heartbreaking to see him land on the fire escape completely drained.

and just as you expected, a red and blue suited boy lands on your fire escape. he looked helpless, even if you couldn't see his face. a hand reached up to pitifully tap at the window, leaving a smear of red in its wake.

you immediately ran towards him, sliding the window open roughly. you grabbed him as carefully as you could without hurting him, still failing when pained whimpers left his lips.

when you slid the mask off his face you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. at least his face was fine, but almost everywhere else wasn't.

"peter," you sigh, laying him on your couch before retreating to your bathroom for your first-aid kit.

"y/n," he responds, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. this wasn't the best idea, the simple action causing his side to brush against the couch for him to feel a burn in the gash there.

you wordlessly returned to his almost-limp body, opening the kit with no patience, your force causing a few contents to fall out.

"woah, calm down," peter laughs once more, being sure to not rub his wound this time. his cold hand resting of your shaking one in attempt to stop your frantic movements.

"calm down? how can i calm down, peter?" you look to the injured boy. peter gulped, his hand retracting from you.

"how can i calm down when you come to me almost every night looking like that? how can i calm down when the nights you don't come over i think you're dead!" you continue, your words drilling guilt further and further into peter.

peter looks down, as much as he could due to the searing pain in his neck. "i'm sorry, i never even wanted you to know."

silence followed his sentence, both of you not knowing what to say now. you sighed, reaching into your kit for alcohol to clean his wounds. you were mad, but you weren't going to let him bleed out on your couch.

the next hour consisted of silence, spare peter's occasional groans and whimpers when the alcohol would hit his gashes. once you were done, peter was practically a walking band-aid. legs and arms wrapped in gauze while smaller wounds had spider-man bandages. you both bought them soon after you found out peter's secret identity, you'd said it was too cute not to get.

peter looks at them with a laugh, the memory making him smile. you were smiling as well, the sight making you a bit happier. if you ignored the purpose of it, that was.

peter sits up with a moan, reaching behind you to grab another bandage. his trembling fingers fiddle with it before he succeeded in unwrapping it. with a small smile he placed it on your upper arm, around the typical area you'd get a shot on.

"i'm sorry for yelling at you," you speak, looking at your best friend with apologetic eyes. peter hadn't met your eyes yet, his thumb rubbing the area he just bandaged.

"s'okay, you had a reason," he's looking at you now, a smile still gracing his features

"no, i don't. you're so selfless and sweet, you didn't deserve that," you grab his hands, being careful of his split knuckles. "you risk your life for this city everyday, and while i admire you for that, it still scares the shit out of me. i should've just talked to you about it."

peter's heart swells at your mini-speech. taking advantage of your still holding hands, he brought yours up to his lips, kissing them. the action caused you to become flustered, even a blush coated peter's cheeks at his own boldness.

"you don't know how much i appreciate you," peter whispers, bringing your hands to his face. you took control and cupped his cheeks, rubbing his cheekbones with your thumb.

"you don't know how much i appreciate you. how much this whole city appreciates you," you smile back at him. peter swore he couldn't feel happier, that is until you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. his face was really red now.

he let out a nervous laugh, "can you do that again?" his voice was shaky due to how flustered he was. you leaned forward again, this time slower. you were about to press a kiss to the opposite cheek before peter quickly moved his head, causing your lips to meet.

peter was wrong, he was the happiest he could have ever been in this moment.

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[artxyra]

The Return of the Premier Chaotique

Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.

On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.  

To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.

During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.

Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first.

She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.

Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.

That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.

After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.

The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.  

One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.

Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.

Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.

Nothing could ruin these kids.  

Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.

It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.

It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.

Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.

Kim had brought marshmallows that day.

When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.

That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.

It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.

Years passed since that day.

Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.

Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.

At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.

The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.

When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.

The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.

She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.

On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.

Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.

Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.

~☾★☽~

All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something--someone much more pleasing.

Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.  

Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.

Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.

This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.

They decided to meet that night after hours.

Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.

The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).  

Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Bearbe @Bearbe Replying to @crazyforbats THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING

Krazie Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Vera Pitts @vera_pitts [A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.] I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*

By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.

At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.

Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.  

Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian's hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.

The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn't not happening in their city for once.

Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.  

Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.

Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.  

Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.

Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.

The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.  

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.

Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.

After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.

She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.

Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.

It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.

After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

~☾★☽~

“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.

They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.

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A retouch version of Request #9.

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #artxyra one-shots #slight daminette

[honeytae]

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I was hoping I could request something along the lines of where you’re in love with your best friend, taehyung, but he doesn’t know and he’s getting married soon. you don’t tell him how you feel until the night of his wedding when you’re a bit tipsy from drinking your feelings away. you can decide the ending! thank you in advance if you end up writing this! hope you’re doing well and staying safe. Xx

hi darling! i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write. i couldn’t get it to a point where i was satisfied with it for a really long time, i still don’t feel that good about it honestly but hopefully it’s okay for you!!! i tried to make it angsty (yikes) so hopefully it’s not horrible lmao

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: angst

word count: 1.6k

warnings: um so much heartbreak, oc is a little (very) in denial about the situation and comes off a little toxic tbh, requited love but nothing they can do about it now, mentions of tae going into a panic attack

You couldn’t handle it.

You couldn’t handle the ‘congratulations to the happy couple,’ nor the Mr. and Mrs. Kim sign practically floating over their heads. You couldn’t handle the copious bouquets and all the preparations that went into this.

And you felt like a complete asshole about it.

Which is precisely why you decided to prematurely exit the event, doing yourself and everyone else a favor by leaving for the night to go sulk in your hotel by your lonesome.

The elevator ride up to your floor was miserable, your own battles within your mind coupled with the fact that your floor was the top one, making the ride excruciatingly long on top of everything else.

Rustling with the hotel key in your bag seemed to take forever as well, finally barging into your half unpacked space with a sigh. You quickly shut the door behind you, hoping you’d been able to sneak away from the hotel lobby without any guests noticing.

Shuffling further into the room, you sat on the edge of the king bed in the center of the room, placing your head in your hands at the mere prospect of this weekend.

Taehyung was getting married. Kim Taehyung, your best friend, the one person you’d been pining for since middle school, would be legally bound to someone else in less than twenty four hours.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have come. Despite sending red flags to Tae, you couldn’t think of a better solution than fleeing at this exact moment. Why did you think you could handle this?

Two knocks against the locked door had your head raising from its resting place, cursing under your breath at someone coming after you.

You didn’t feel well. That would be your excuse.

“Hey, you okay?” Immediately upon opening the door, Taehyung spoke the question out into the air, dark eyebrows knit in concern and kind eyes imploring yours for an answer.

“Hi. I’m fine, just a little tired, Tae.” You pressed your lips together in a hopefully believable smile, the man frowning before nodding at you.

“Me too. Can I come in?” He asked, the question completely innocent however making your heart rate a bit faster at the what if. What if things had gone differently? What if it was still a possibility for things to escalate between you two?

Cut it out. He’s about to be a married man.

You raised your eyebrows at him for a moment, then stepped back to allow him in, putting all your concentration on shutting the wood for a moment as you took a steadying breath.

“What about your party?” You wondered aloud, the man humming as he took a seat on your fully made bed.

“I’m tired of the parties. They’re exhausting.” He chuckled, covering his face with his hands as he reclined back on your bed.

Your heart skipped another beat at the vision, his tight pants leaving little to the imagination and buttons from his dress shirt stretched to new limits with his strained position. Diverting your eyes, you walked over to the desk chair in the corner of your room, reaching for a water bottle out of your mini fridge. Get a fucking grip.

Tossing one over to the bed beside Taehyung, you sat down in the plush seat, grateful that the man didn’t seem to notice your distance from him as you glanced out the window.

Until….

“Are you really okay? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

At his sudden words, you froze, gripping your water a bit tighter as you brought your eyes back to his face. He was closer now than before, having scooted to the edge of your bed to lean toward you, eyes showing concern for you as you shuffled in your seat.

Taehyung was never one to beat around the bush, and at times like this, you really wish he would just brush some things under the rug as easy as you could.

“I’m good, Tae. Just have a lot going on, I guess. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.” You said, hoping to clear the air and dismiss the topic as soon as you possibly could. The man’s stare wasn’t helping your state any.

“No apologies. Just wanted to check in on you.” He sighed, seemingly disappointed with your lack of response before a hideous painting across the room caught his eye.

“What the fuck is that?” He griped, making you chuckle as he sat up to lean toward the art piece, squinting with his lip curled in amusement.

“It’s not so bad.” You shrugged, smirking when he turned back to you in bewilderment. Realizing you were teasing him, his eyes went back to normal size, a smile meeting his own lips at the return of your familiar banter.

“How can you sleep in a room with that shit? I feel like asking for a refund.” He shook his head, making you laugh before taking a swig from your water.

“Somehow I manage.” You replied, twisting the cap back on the bottle with a sigh.

It’s times like these that you feel as though nothing is wrong. Times like these that transport you back to periods of your life when Taehyung was just a call away, and you thought maybe, just maybe, you two had a chance. But that was over now. Those days were no more.

Because Taehyung informing you about a blind date then turned into him in a full blown relationship, a serious one at that, and soon enough they were taking big steps such as meeting the parents, moving in together, and yes, getting engaged.

Your friends had been just as shocked as you were, pitying you with deep sympathetic looks over Taehyungs shoulder as you hugged him in confused congratulations. It had all happened so fast...how did you manage to lose him forever?

Waking up the next day, you felt a particular heaviness on your chest. It was the day before the wedding, the rehearsal dinner turned into an entire day of partying for their guests. A celebratory day, if anything.

But waking up and getting all dolled up for this occasion was the absolute last thing you wanted to do, today or ever. You had always thought that you’d have much more of a starring role in Kim Taehyung’s life. Shaking your head to dismiss those kinds of thoughts, you cursed as you left your hotel room, wondering how the hell you’d be getting through this day.

Four martinis. Four martinis was how you’d be getting through today. The bartender had become one of your closest acquaintances over the past few hours, eyeballing you silently as he poured you yet another cocktail, your demands obvious that you were not drinking out of celebration.

Sitting at the bar, you contemplated everything. From the time you’d met Tae, you had been so sure that you two completed each other. Were you that naive? And fuck, why are you still thinking about this now? It’s over. You and Tae will never be.

Nearly jumping off your stool at a hand suddenly clapping your back, you shifted your gaze over to the arm belonging to Jungkook, one of Taehyung’s youngest yet wisest friends.

“You’re sulking.” He said plainly, dark eyes tracing over your faded features, briefly examining the drink in your hand before shooting the bartender a knowing look.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” You sighed, nearly breaking into a sob when his hand laid over yours, fingers fitting between your own in a comforting gesture. With one glance at the man, you gained all the information you didn’t want.

He knew.

You wondered how long he’d known. Jungkook, being the quiet and relatively introverted person he was, was an observer. He knew everything about everyone it seemed, by not speaking to them at all. He noticed everything.

You just hoped he didn’t notice the way your eyes started blinking rapidly, and that he’d instead just go back into the party without another word.

“Neither should you.” He replied to you, his tone holding nothing but concern as he tried to catch your eyes.

You just couldn’t hold it in.

“Well maybe if I wasn’t in love with him I’d be having a better time.” You mumbled, leaning your head down on your hands, elbows pressed to the tops of your thighs, sad and tired as Jungkook froze beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, a concerned Taehyung had also come to find you, stumbling upon that very scene as Jungkook tried to console you.

Meeting eyes with his older friend, Jungkook’s mouth gaped open for a moment, opening and closing like a fish out of water as you cluelessly rambled under your breath about how stupid you were to ever let yourself come here.

With a shaky exhale, Taehyung silently began to put it all together. The way you’d been working constantly lately, picking up every shift you could to decline his repeated attempts at getting together with you, the way you’d ran off last night and brushed it off as you being too tired. It was all adding up.

You were struggling with this as much as he was. Maybe more.

But what Taehyung could do about this years ago was no longer an option, his hands shaking at his sides as he spun on his heel and walked out of the lobby. He could briefly hear Jungkook call for him but ignored it, breathing heavily as he rounded one of the hallways leading to the restrooms.

Unshed tears misted over his eyes as he hugged a corner of the wall, feeling rather unsteady as he leaned his forehead against the cool surface. The burning pain in his chest had him sinking down to the floor in an instant, sobs wracking his shoulders with heightening emotions rising in his throat.

You’d finally given him the green light. And it was too fucking late.

#bts fanfiction #bts member x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts angst #bts reader insert #kim taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung imagines #kim taehyung angst #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung x reader #taehyung imagines #taehyung angst #writing #fanfiction #angst #x reader #reader insert

[asmo-ds]

hi can u do a headcanon of the brothers with a mc scared to go to school because they are suffering from bullying? if its not much to ask <33

W/ MC who is afraid of school bullies

a/n: I don’t know if I say this often enough but if anybody at all is being bullied or just needs to talk about their life in general my dms are open and I will gladly listen to you. I also didn’t proofread this to make sure these make sense so pls don’t hate me I’m just tired

Warnings!!: Bullying, anxiety, depression, weight shaming, violence 

Summary: MC suddenly starts to avoid going to their classes at RAD which leads to the brother in question having to do a mini-investigation and comfort MC after the heartbreaking truth he discovers

- One morning he went to wake up MC for school and suddenly they claimed they were sick despite not showing any symptoms

- He assumed they were being lazy and scolded them and forced them to get up, but just before they reached the campus they fell to their knees and started crying.

- He immediately escorted them to the student council room and sat them down. After some questioning he gets a basic idea of what’s been happening.

- He feels guilty for not noticing sooner, but he pushes aside his shame to comfort MC in that moment

- He will tell MC he’s proud of them for staying strong for this long but that he’s concerned why they wouldn’t tell him

- He lets MC go home early before he heads back to R.A.D. 

- The bullies seem to have suddenly gone missing the next day

- ((((They’re in Lucifer’s torture chamber learning what is means to mess with HIS human)))

- Mammon is sitting in a class across the school from MC when he suddenly gets a text from one of the succubi in MC’s class asking where the human was

- He was confused because he had walked them to class

- He excuses himself and wanders the corridor where MC was meant to be.

- He hears a faint sniffle and realizes it’s coming from the ladies restroom.

- After alerting anybody else who might be in there, he goes in with his eyes closed and locks the door behind him.

- He finds MC in a stall, curled up on the ground sniffling and shoulders shaking from the small sobs.

- He decides the public bathroom floor isn’t the best place to be sitting so he picks them up and heads back to the dorms as quick as his wings can bring him

- Will cuddle with MC and listen to them until they eventually end up crying themselves to sleep

- Mammon decides to go pay a visit to the bullies and lets his demon form take over for once and he ends up knocking them out (before pickpocketing them just for fun)

- Levi hears MC knock something over in their room while he’s in the middle of an online class, so he hangs up on the class and heads over to their room.

- “Hey normie, why are you home?!” 

- He is shocked to see them crying on the floor next to a broken pot

- They mumble to themselves and all he can make out is something about the bullies being right about them destroying everything they touch

- Levi can only stand there in shock for a moment, but then he realizes he needs to act, so he instinctively wraps his arms around them and shush them, rocking their shaking body back and forth gently

- Though he is flustered and freaking out about having MC in his arms, he knows they are hurting and he needs to push himself through that nervousness

- He will bring them to his room so they can distract themselves by watching the fish in his aquarium to calm the nerves

- When he finds out who the normies that hurt HIS normie are he gives names to Lucifer and asks him to do something about those students or let MC do homeschool like himself

- He knew MC had seemed shaky and as if something was bothering them at breakfast

- But he wasn’t expecting to walk in on them being beat to a bloody pulp and taunted by a group of lesser demons.

- He loses his cool in less than a second, going feral and attacking all the demons surrounding the now unconscious human

- He picks MC up and sprints away as fast as his full demon form will allow him to back to the House of Lamentation

- He washes and covers MC’s wounds, watching over them while their body rests

- When they wake up he demands an explanation and to know why they didn’t ask for help from him or his brothers

- The more MC tells him about what they’d been doing to the poor human the more he wished he’d tortured the demons before slaughtering them on the spot

- He reads to them and holds them most of the night, not daring to let go of them as though they’d get hurt again without him keeping a vice grip

- Asmodeus had been a bit confused when MC stopped hanging around him at school

- He was also really sad and thought they hated him, so he decided to ask them about it

- He goes to their room and opens the door without knocking  only to be met with their red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks

- He sees them fling their phone across the room as if they didn’t want him to see it, so he decides to pick it up despite MC’s protests

- There he sees texts flooding in from his friend group who usually hung around him during school

- At first he thinks they may be bonding but then he uses his brain and stops functioning as he sees the threats and insults being hurled at MC for no reason at all

- He shuts MC’s phone off and feels relieved that they don’t hate him, but rather his friends, who deserved to be hated.

- But he also feels guilty because the texts seemed to be the friends threatening MC for “stealing” Asmo away from them 

- He pampers them all night and does a spa sleepover with MC in his room.

- After they go to bed he asks Levi for some help with hacking into the D.D.Ds of his friends so that he can spread their embarrassing secrets and absolutely demolish their social life

- Anytime he sees them in the hallways of RAD, he pulls MC closer to his side and whispers into their ear, making fun of his former friends

- Beelzebub notices MC eating less and less, growing pale and more tired than usual

- He tries to subtly make them feel better by trying to share his snacks and taking them on adventures but nothing seems to work

- Eventually when they stop coming to school Lucifer asks Beel so figure out what is going on since MC trusts him the most

- He hangs out with MC all day, snuggling and snacking while watching movies

- Eventually he has to ask the questions so he asks when they seem to be in a good mood

- He watches their mood immediately darken and tears start to form in their eyes

- They look down and mutter out a small response, “Beelzebub. Do you think I’m fat?”

- He couldn’t believe the words he was hearing and he immediately wraps his strong arms around the frail human as they cried.

- “No I don’y. you’re perfect in every single way, MC. Even if you were I’d still love you because you are you... Can you tell me who has been planting these ideas in your head?”

- After getting names he tells them they won’t have to worry about the bullies anymore and they can come to school again because he’d protect them

- Tells Lucifer the names so he can get the demons all into a secure place where Beelzebub can make a nice meal out of them when MC falls asleep later

- When MC starts to hide in their room more and more, even avoiding school, he thinks that they may have finally realized just how bad everything he did was and were trying to avoid him

- He sleeps more in hopes they’d feel comfortable coming out more if he was unconscious

- After a few days he hears from Beel that MC still hasn’t been leaving the room, and the twins grow more worried than the already were

- Lucifer eventually forced MC to go back to classes after about a week of staying holed up in their room

- Belphie stayed home that day, having overslept once again

- He was woken up by a trembling and sniveling figure crawling its way between his arms to nuzzle his chest

- He immediately wakes up and asks MC if they’re hurt and examines them to make sure they are at least physically okay

- When MC explains that they had been staying home to avoid the bullies and when they came back the bullies were worse than usual, he can’t help the fact his demon form takes over

- He texts Beel all the info he can get out of MC, knowing his brother would handle the situation better than he ever could

- He holds MC all night, occasionally letting out soft praises about how much he loves them and how perfect and kind they are to everyone around them

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me angst #angst #obey me fluff #obey me fluff hc #asmodeus fluff #obey me x reader fluff #satan obey me fluff #obey me comfort #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #obey me headcannons #om! headcannon #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me angst hc #obey me comfort hcs

[the-tiniest-one]

Parenting Rock Lee with Might Guy :)

Note:@xemaliahrssx here ya go! I hope it tastes just like you dreamed it would!

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching Guy and Lee devour the dinner you made, had you feeling nostalgic... You watched with your head rested on your hand. It was the little family moments that you appreciated more than anything else these days. "Yeah! and then I caught him in a cross block!" Lee said, describing their latest mission, his mouth full of food.

"Haha yes yes (y/n) you should have been there, our Rock Lee is becoming a real force to be reckoned with, much like his handsome sensei" Guy said with a wink in your direction.

"Handsome indeed" you said with a grin.

Thinking back to the days when you were a little more of a workaholic made you laugh. If you told your younger-self all those years ago that you would be Konoha's worst helicopter parent in just a few years, you'd have never believed it. Guy was a perfect match for you in that regard. You two were a well oiled machine when it came to parenting.

While Lee could do no wrong in your eyes, Guy was a bit heavy handed in his discipline of Lee's skills as a shinobi. You kissed every bruise and scrape, while Guy was teaching him how to prevent them in the first place.

Rock Lee has had more than his fair share of the short-end-of-the- shit-stick his entire life. BUT One could be forgiven for not recognizing the true level of hardship the boy has overcome in his short tenure as a shinobi. Lee is a true underdog.

Lucky for him, you've always been a bit of a sucker for an underdog.

You thought back to those early days......

Even before Lee evolved to a mini version of your childhood crush, you felt the need to protect him. Watching him fumble and practice jutsu in vain day after day.....early in the morning and into the night. You would watch him from a distance while training your own team. One early morning, you decided to check in on the boy with long black hair. He kicked at a post, counting off as you looked on...10....11.....12.....his kicks were weak even for his young age. As he got closer to 50 he fell back, overwhelmed by the pain of repetitively beating his shins into the wood without chakra to safeguard his bones.

Clearly angry at his situation, the thought occurred to you that maybe he wasn't using chakra because he couldn't....the boy had tears streaming from his eyes. It broke your heart to watch a kid who couldn't be more than 10, cursing his life.

"A kid working that hard shouldn't have to feel that defeated..." you said to yourself.

You felt conflicted. Torn between wanting to step in and takeover his training...but feeling the weight of responsibility that would come with encouraging a child to chase a pipedream that would only lead to disappointment. You knew all too well what happens to weak ninja. The reality was that it would be cruel to encourage the boy to peruse a life as dangerous as that of a shinobi. You were no slouch when it came to taijutsu but ninjas are able to compete with one another because of the advantages that come with developing kakai genki.

Could a boy with no use of chakra stand a chance against the generations of those families of ninja who use fearsome jutsu and tactics like lightning...wind....wood or even hereditary gifts like the dreaded sharingan or byakugen? The real answer was sad and harsh. No. He couldn't.

You wouldn't be so irresponsible as to tell the boy he could be anything but a failure.

If he perused that path, he would die young.

So you stood back, restraining the desire to comfort and nurture the little boy out of what you told yourself was mercy. Day after day, week after week....you watched on....until it became too much. You couldn't sleep anymore, couldn't function on missions the same way. Always thinking back to him still out at those training grounds.....always struggling.

....

One morning it was pouring rain. You called off training that day for your team and headed out to the place you knew he would be. He was there of course. He was doing his best to catch a cold while practicing hand signs to no avail. After watching him for a few minutes you finally asked, "What's your name kid?" speaking loud to project over the rain. Startled he looked up to where you stood, perched on a post a few feat away. "I...Im Rock Lee" he said timidly. You laughed at his shy but sweet face, "Im y/n" you said.

"Your kicks look like they could use some work", holding your palm about chest high, to show him where his blow should be landing. The boy grimaced...clearly angry with his lack of direction in training. You laughed and the both of you worked on his kicks for the duration of the morning.

"I think you'll be a splendid ninja someday" you said as you offered him a bit of lunch you packed. The boy looked up at you with the most heartbreaking fear in his eyes, "I can't use chakra" Lee said barley above a whisper, clearly ashamed to tell you the truth.

You ruffled his hair. "Look kid, life is shitty sometimes. But I can tell you are someone who will never quit. No matter the odds, and that is something worth more than all the talent in the world." He instantly smiled up at you, melting your heart for what would be the first of a million times. Laughing and showing you also first time you saw that shiny smile that you would come to love more that anything on earth.

From then on he was your responsibility. Your chest burned with pride in his concrete determination. Feeling instantly the protective burn and feral instinct to insulate him from anything that would hurt him.

....

It was about a year later when things evolved. You and Lee had become close. He, being an orphan as you found out he was, had taken your invitation to live in your spare bedroom. It wasn't long before you were nagging him to be sure and eat breakfast before class, take baths every night. You were often hearing your mothers voice echo in your own as you guided the child to a structure he lacked.

You even went to his parent meetings at the Academy, much to the surprise of Iruka (because he himself was 2 years older than you and had known you since you were smol) laughed when you asked to see Lee's reports.

----

Then one hot summer day you got the order... your team was dispatched on your first extended mission with your new genin. 3 months on a C rank mission to Suna. Your heart sank as you remembered Lee's graduation exam was in just a few days. Before you left, you kissed his forehead and promised a tearful Lee who had become just as attached as you over the last year, that would bring him back a graduation present.

You just knew he would finally pass.

....

Returning to the village near midnight you couldn't wait to see Lee. After giving report to Lord Third, you quickly made your way home. Quietly cracking the door to his bedroom, you peaked in to see his sweet little face. The snoring boy looked peaceful.

"He cut his hair?" you thought puzzled..."he must have done it himself, it looks a little odd." You laughed at the thought of him using a bowl to cut his hair.

Then your eyes traveled to the headband still around his forehead, "He passed!!!" you quietly celebrated, careful not to wake him up. You placed the promised gift on his dresser, a brand-new set of num-chuks you'd had made in Suna.

The next morning you were up before sunrise making a celebratory breakfast when an extreme round of knocking came from the apartment's front door.

You quickly answered, immediately flustered when on the other side was none other than Might Guy....the same Guy you'd had the hots for over a decade.

"Y/N!, I must have the wrong address! I was looking for one of my students!" Guy said in his familiar boisterous cadence. Laughing nervously you started to respond, when behind you Lee pushed his way through the doorframe. Your eyes widened at the sight.

The haircut made sense now, Lee stood side by side with his sensei. He was wearing Guy's jumpsuit... they could have been father and son.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side in front of you for the first time gave you the most jarring sense of dejavu.

"Guy sensei! Look what Y/N brought me from her most dangerous mission!" Lee brandished the weapon, beaming up at his teacher who laughed and winked in your direction. "Ah, a great choice! Only the most skilled ninja know how to use such a fine weapon! We must enlighten you at once Lee my boy!" With that the handsome jonin and your sweet Rock Lee were off to train.

You had known Guy since he was still struggling to gain entrance to the Academy, you knew that the man who radiated confidence today, only earned that ability through blood, sweat, and tears.

You apprehensively accepted that Might Guy was a good match to be Lee's sensei.

"Be careful!" you called, more than a little apprehensive at the thought of your sweet baby boy training with such an admittedly impulsive man. Feeling a small tug of sadness as you watched the two of them disappear down the street.

"Lee's getting tall..." you though as you closed the door.

....

Over the next few years Lee had grown into a strong young man. You felt such extreme pride in everything he did. Even though you being in your mid-twenties were not nearly old enough to be Lee's mother, he had taken to occasionally calling you mom.

Lee was never embarrassed of you as he grew into a teen like some of the other kids his age. He was always just as willing to give you a hug before a mission as the day you met him.

It would be a lie to say that the relationship you and Guy shared hadn't also matured along the way. Although you weren't Lee's biological parents, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that you were. Everything you had admired about Guy, his hot-bloodedness, his devotion to youthful perseverance, his love of his village had been passed down to your surrogate son.

It was only natural that you and Guy would become a team in raising Rock Lee. Over time after a few years of dinners, training sessions, birthdays, holidays etc...Guy decided to propose to you.

It was a literal dream come true. You couldn't say yes fast enough. But as required when two shinobi become married, when you went to sign the paperwork to make your marriage official, requesting a stamp of approval from Lady Tsunade....she extended to you a folder with a second set of forms.

Guy beamed as you read the contents. Adoption papers with Lee's name printed at the top in bold.

"He will always be our son. Since we are making it official... why not add one more?" Guy said with a laugh. The tears began welling in your eyes. "He's 17" you laughed, "I love you" is all you could think to say in response to the most kind gesture you have ever witnessed.

Guy held his trademark thumbs up high as he replied, "Lee will always need his mom, no matter how big he gets!" His words like music to your heart...

You'd never felt so complete as you walked hand in hand with Guy, on your way home to surprise your sweet son with the news.

Upon telling Lee what the two of you had done, he looked from the papers back to you. Confusion spread across the sweet ravenette's features. "But I do not understand" Lee said with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Have you not always been my mom?"

The innocent look in his eye and profound sincerity in his voice made tears well in your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. You laughed and swept he and Guy into a hug that didn't last long enough. "What's for dinner?" the two men asked in unison and in that moment you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

#rock lee #might guy x you #might guy relationship #naruto imagines #naruto #naruto fanfiction #might gai imagine #might guy fanfiction #rock lee fanfiction #parenting with maito #rock lee's mom #maito guy #rock lee imagines #rock lee x y/n #team gai

[forever-rogue]

I’ve been listening to ‘tis the damn season far too many times to be healthy and idk about the end of the year, it’s always so depressive? So I’m thinking... how would Marcus Moreno comfort a girl in this situation? But they’re not officially together yet 😶💕

Perhaps some heartbreak? Perhaps some soft Marcus fluff? Both? Both!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: slight language

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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The rain was falling down in absolute buckets and it was nearing one in the morning, and it was dark and freezing and... you shouldn't have been there, you shouldn’t have come, you shouldn’t have done a lot of things, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You’d hastily thrown your things in the old, worn suitcase and gotten the soonest flight home. Home - your real home, the one you enjoyed being in, the one where you felt you alive and loved. Your parents’ home wasn’t home - not anymore anyway. It hadn’t been for a long time, and you should have realized that. Going back was a mistake; you should have stayed back and home and spent the holidays with Marcus and Missy, just how he had asked - insisted even. But no; you’d been stubborn and insisted that you hadn’t wanted to intrude on his celebration with his daughter, his family. You are family, Marcus promised sincerely, those chocolate brown eyes crinkling in the corners and that singular dimple proudly on display. 

You panicked; your heart constricted and clenching as you listened to his words. And gods, you’d wanted to stay, wanted to say yes. But you couldn’t - couldn’t do it to your heart. You’d loved him so much it hurt, physically ached, sometimes, but you couldn’t tell him. What if he didn’t feel the same, what if he saw you as just a friend, a neighbor, something? You weren’t about to set yourself up for failure and a broken heart.

And yet...here you were, pounding on his door in the middle of the night, tears running down your cheeks as they mixed in with the fat, cold drops of rain. Heartbroken. 

Joke was on you; you’d ended up in pain either way.

Tis the damn season, you’d scoff at yourself. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you lowered your hand from the door. You couldn’t be doing - showing up at his door in the middle of the night and waking him up. It wasn’t fair to him; he was such a good man, and he didn’t deserve to be forced to deal with you in this state and to pick up the pieces. It would be cruel; he was much more than just a shoulder to cry and he didn’t need to do this for you. No, you’d go home and cry it out and pick yourself up by the bootstraps just like you’d done before, “fuck.”

You wiped at your wet eyes with your even wetter sleeve, bitterly laughing at your idiotic move and turning to walk back home. Maybe the walk in the cold rain would work to bring some sort of clarity to your mind or...something. It was almost cathartic in a way; to be forced to come to terms with the choices of your actions, and inactions, as you walked home in the silence of the wee morning hours. 

Just as you got to the end of the driveway, you heard the door open slowly, followed by the most reverent whisper of your name that you’d ever heard. You turned on your heel, trying to keep your lip from trembling as you looked up at Marcus. He pulled the door fully open before running over to you without a moment of hesitation, or a care in the world as he easily became soaked as well. 

“I'm sorry!" you almost yelled over the rain as he reached for your hand in order to pull you into the sanctuary of the warm house, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I-I-I should go."

"You didn't," he insisted, gently pulling you along with him, "I was in my office - I almost didn't hear you over the rain."

"Missy-"

"She's at her friend's house for the weekend," he explained as you relaxed and acquiesced to his touch and let him lead you inside, "but you are going to come in and warm up and tell me what's going on."

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“Better?” Marcus’ voice was soft as you padded back into the kitchen, now in a fresh new set of clothes - his clothes. He’d been insistent that you take a hot shower to warm up and gave you a clean set of pajamas. You hadn’t been expecting for them to be the softest things you’d ever worn, or for his smell to cling onto them as much. It was enough to make you weak in the knees as you had slipped them on, smelling of his soap, shampoo, and now sporting his clothes. His eyes flicked up when he saw you come in, his lips parting slightly as his tongue darted out to wet them; he hadn’t expected to quite feel that when he took in the sight of you in his clothes...but damn. 

“Yes,” you nodded softly as you walked over to the him, pulling out one of the stools at the island and slipping onto it. Marcus had busied himself with making hot chocolate - complete with mini marshmallows, just like you loved, “thank you for everything, Marcus.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tried to play it off as cool, but relished in the small praise as he set the large mug in front of you, before grabbing his own and making his way around to you. You tried to suppress the wild beating of your heart as he took the spot next to you, his leg brushing against yours and causing a flurry of sparks to run down your spine. 

The two of you sat in contemplative silence for a few moments, nothing but the sounds of your spoons in the mugs and the sipping of cocoa sounding in the quiet space. There was an ease, an instant sense of comfort and warmth that inhibited everything when Marcus was around. It was easy to know that this was home; nothing else mattered. 

Before you could get too deeply lost in thought, Marcus gently nudged his leg against yours, capturing your attention. You turned to face, watching as he pulled off his glasses and tossed them onto the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. He looked tired, and a sense of annoyance at yourself settled into your bones. You shouldn’t have disturbed what was likely the only bit of peace he had experienced in a while. Marcus must have been a mind reader or something because he slowly shook his head and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“It’s not you, hon-” he stopped himself but his would be pet name was not lost on either of you. It wasn’t usual for him to call you something sweet; honey, sweetheart, love. You just never thought much about it, chalking it up to him being a nice man who liked to give his people pet names. But this was different - there was something much more left to be said, “will you tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s silly,” you said softly, not sure if you wanted to humiliate yourself in front of him right now. Not sure if you wanted to delve into what both of you could feel bubbling up to the surface. But you couldn’t deny it any longer, both of you had been dancing around the issue, skirting it at best, for so long. Maybe this was the push in the right direction that you both needed, maybe it was time to stop running just because you were scared, “I...ugh, I shouldn’t have gone home to my parents.”

Marcus paused for a moment, nodding slowly in a knowing manner. The two of you had been friends - foolish oblivious friends - for years, and there were no secrets at this point, he knew you inside out and you knew him just as intimately, “you saw him.”

“Yeah,” you blew a long exhale before laughing at yourself, “I should have listened to you - it was stupid to go. It’s not home, it hasn’t been for a long time. This is home  - you’re home.”

“What did he say?” Marcus’ hand closed tightly into a fist as he tried not to make his fuming too obvious, “did he-”

“No,” before you could stop yourself, you’d put your hand on his, slowly unclenching it from its closed position, inviting him to relax, “he just...nothing happened. He...he said I’d changed. That it was stupid for me to show up.”

“Why?” his breath hitched in throat as the word caught and he tried not to panic too much. Internally it was like the Kill Bill sirens were going off and his whole body was beating like his wild heart. 

“He said even though it was just a mindless fuck, he couldn’t do it,” you admitted with a shaky breath, “that I didn’t belong there - back at my parents, back in that stupid town - anymore. That I should go back to my real home with the man I loved.”

“And what did you tell him?” Marcus was positive there were only a few times in his life when he’d been this nervous before - the day he’d gotten married, the day he found out he was going to be a father, the first time he’d held Missy in arms and now...this. 

“I...I told him that it wasn’t possible,” you admitted softly, as Marcus’ eyes were glued onto yours, “because there was no way that the man I love would love me back. Because he is everything, and I am a mere...I’m just me. But I left and packed and got on the first flight back here - home.” 

“Why would you think that?”

“Think what?”

“That the man that you love doesn’t love you?” your throat felt tight as you allowed yourself to look up and met his eyes. His expression was soft - gentle - and the ghost of a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“Because you could never love me, Marcus,” you finally said it out loud, answering the silent question that had been lingering between the two of you for so long.

“And why is that?”

“Look at you,” you blinked back a few tears, “you’re amazing and wonderful and you’re perfect and I am such a mess. I couldn’t even...I show up on your doorstep, a crying pathetic mess, and here you are, amazing as always and picking up all the pieces. I - fuck - I would never flatter myself into thinking you loved me.”

“I do,” he said softly, turning to face you properly and reaching for your face to gently cradle it in his large hands. His gaze was intense as he studied you, and your stomach dropped. Did he...was he… he loved you? Marcus wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your cheek, “yeah, I do love you, honey. I have for a long time now - we both know it. I think we just got so scared, so caught up in ourselves that we never said it.”

“Oh,” you looked at him with the sweetest expression as he just beamed at you, “I...I love you, Marcus. I have wanted to say that to you forever, but I was so nervous...I just never…”

Before you could continue to ramble, Marcus leaned over and kissed you; it was soft, and gentle, sweet - but with a hint of longing as you practically melted into his touch. Kissing him was, to put it simply, utterly perfect. There was no fumbling awkwardness and no learning curve, it just was. 

When you pulled back for a breath of air, he held you close, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, his nose nuzzled against yours. 

“I…” you sighed softly, contentedly, as you chased his lips with your own for a few more kisses, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he promised firmly, “you are home - you are family. Please don’t ever doubt that again.”

“How could I?” you whispered, “when you make me feel like this? I am never happier than when I’m with you, with Missy - never.”

“Neither are we,” he promised, “you are everything, just like you think I am. I will never let you forget that.”

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