#Anyway you ever accidentally name a guy and don't realise until years later when he brings it up

[somegrumpynerd]

When you find out years later that you accidentally named one of your henchmen

Image ID: A multi-panel comic featuring au sanses. Panel 1: In Killer's original universe. A dark figure stands in the foreground while Killer is sitting back in the snow, covered in blood. Killer says "wh-what are you?" Panel 2: The dark figure is Nightmare but only his smile is visible. He says "I am Nightmare, guardian of all negativity in the multiverse ...and I have a proposition for you, Sans." Panel 3: Nightmare's hand is outstreched, he says "Come with me willingly and I'll take you out of this desolate and barren universe and let you loose on many others." Panel 4: Killer is looking back at Nightmare warily, a thought bubble shows he is thinking "other universes...?". He says "...in exchange for what? What do you want with me?" Panel 5: Nightmare's tentacles are reaching out towards Killer. He says "I feed off the fear and misery and hatred in this world, stirring these up will keep me powerful enough to fight against the guardian of positivity. In short," Panel 6: Nightmare is looming over Killer now, his tentacles surrounding him. He says "I just need you to be a good little killer." The word killer is in red text. Panel 7: Killer is grasping Nightmare's hand, having accepted his offer. Panel 8: Now in a different au, Nightmare stands beside Killer as he taunts Dream, who is out of frame. He says "You're outnumbered now Dream, I have a killer with me this time." The word killer is in red text again. Panel 9: Dream is lying on the ground looking hurt and ruffed up. Killer is standing in the background, looking ready to continue beating Dream up. Nightmare says from out of frame "You should know better than to turn your back on a killer by now." The word killer is in red text again. Panel 10: Nightmare is standing by Killer again, looking smug. He says to Dream, who is not shown "You'll need more than that pathetic bow next time you meet with my killer here." The word killer is in red text again. Killer is looking towards Nightmare, pleased with this. Panel 11: We are now in Nightmare's castle, present day. It is revealed to be Killer telling these events to Dust, who looks bored. Killer says "-and the name stuck, so that's why I'm called Killer now." Dust says very quietly "did I ask" Panel 12: Nightmare is standing in the corner behind them, he looks very surprised and concerned after hearing all this. Text with an arrow pointing to him reads "Didn't realise he had done this." Killer from out of frame says "he doesn't really call me his killer anymore tho" with a frowny face. Dust, also out of frame, says "that's nice now shut up" End ID.

#UTDR #UTMV #My Art #Truce au #Killer Sans #Nightmare Sans #Remember when I said I wouldn't have that comic done? Sike I finished it earlier #Anyway you ever accidentally name a guy and don't realise until years later when he brings it up #Killer loves it because he feels special for getting his own name that's not just his au #(and also because he wants to be Nightmare's favourite and this is his evidence) #Nightmare hates this. He did NOT mean to name his henchman like a pet he feels awful #Maybe down the road Dream can convince him how much Killer loves it and he'll let it go #Killer absolutely hates being called sans he doesn't want to think about his old life #So the new job and name were kind of just what he needed at the start #Anyway I'm rambling. I just thought it was interesting Killer was one of the few to not be named for his au #And given the name it might be something Nightmare had a hand in #He also helped him find his signature look with the inverted clothes colours but we'll get to that another time this is already too long

[miraculousamara]

This is a story I was writing.

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙. 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜.

Speak Now

Part 1: The Announcement

⚠May Contain Strong Language ⚠

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🄼🄰🅁🄸🄽🄴🅃🅃🄴'🅂 🅁🄾🄾🄼

Marinette wakes up to the sound of her cellphone ringing.

Marinette answers it..

Marinette📱: What's up Alya?

Alya📱: Girl! You're gonna be late!

Marinette📱: Late for what?

Alya📱: Meeting Juleka's brother, and seeing her band play for the first time.

Marinette📱: Oh right!

Alya📱: You just woke up, didn't you?

Marinette📱: Um.. I don't have to answer that.

Alya📱: *giggles*

Alya📱: Well, you better hurry. I'll have Nino pick you up because he's running late anyway.

Marinette📱: Okay Alya.

Alya📱: Bye.

Marinette📱: Bye.

Marinette❤: Agh! I better get dressed!

Luckily she was always pretty in her friend's eyes, and really anyone who saw her, because if she wasn't, she'd be looking like trash as clumsily and lazily she got dressed.

At some point or another more than half of her classmates had a crush on her.

But she never went for any of them, she was only in love with one boy. Adrien Agreste.

Unfortunately, she could never tell him how she felt. So he just assumed that she was just a very sweet girl who wanted to be his friend.

And they were good friends, but it didn't stop her from thinking about it.

One of her biggest problems was that she didn't want to change or ruin their friendship. She didn't want him to think she was like other girls. Only interested in what he could bring them for publicity.

He dated a few girls in the past. He would never be angry when he found out they wanted something from him. He would calmly break up. But he would get more and more sad each time.

He had gone through so many relationships at this point, in which he had doubted if true love was even real. If it was meant for everyone but him.

He hides the sadness of these thoughts behind his sweet smiles.

His happiest moments were with his friends, especially with Alya, Nino and Marinette.

Though him and Marinette sometimes feel like a third wheel.

Marinette rushes down the stairs.

Nino💙: Woah relax dudette!

He says as she almost runs through the closed door.

Tom and Sabine chuckle at their daughter, after all these years still reacting super clumsy and awkward when she's late.

Sabine💖: Well have fun!

Nino💙: We will. And I'll make sure your daughter doesn't accidentally decapitate herself.

Tom💗: Well that's appreciated.

Marinette groans in embarrassment as her and Nino exit the bakery.

Nino💙: *laughs*

Marinette grumbles and elbows him.

Nino💙: Ow.

Marinette smirks.

Marinette❤: Also, maybe you need to spend some time away from Alya. You're turning into her.

🄸🄽 🅃🄷🄴 🄲🄰🅁

Nino💙: Nah.

Nino drives them over to the practice place, which in this case is the park.

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🅃🄷🄴 🄿🄰🅁🄺

Marinette and Nino meet up with Alya.

Juleka🖤: You guys have no idea how happy I am that you were all able to come.

Rose💟: We can't wait to show you everything we've been working on.

Ivan❣: Mylene and Anarka are the only people outside of the band who have seen us practice yet.

Marinette❤: 💭A boy with really cool blue hair is walking towards us.. Maybe he's Juleka's brother? 💭

Luka🎵: My name is Luka, what is yours.

Marinette❤: I'm M-ar-inette

Luka chuckles

Luka🎵: Nice to meet you M-ar-inette.

Marinette blushes.

Marinette❤: Oh I'm so lame.

She says as Luka walks over to Juleka.

Alya🧡: It looks like you have a crush!

Marinette❤: Do not!

Marinette❤: other than Adrien, anyway..

Alya🧡: Uh huh.. Sure.

Nino💙: Speaking of Adrien, guess who just got here.

Marinette❤: How do I tell him Alya?

Alya🧡: We didn't make a plan. And you cannot Wing things to save your life.

Alya🧡: Wait until later, because it might be a disaster otherwise.

Adrien walks to his friends.

Marinette❤: 💭I wonder what's up with him? He seems a little off and distracted.. 💭

Adrien💚: 💭I can't believe it...💭

Adrien💚: Guys. After they play their songs.. I have some new to share..

Marinette❤: 💭Based off of the tone of his voice. It's not gonna be good news.. 💭

Luka is looking over at Marinette.

Luka🎵: 💭I just met her and I feel attracted and attached to her. Like she could be my song.. 💭

Juleka🖤: Ooh Luka has a crush

Luka🎵: Shush! What if someone hears you?

Juleka🖤: You should ask her out.

Luka🎵: What about her and the blonde boy? Aren't they dating?

Juleka🖤: They're just friends.

Luka🎵: But look at the way they look at each other.. The way she looks at him.

Juleka🖤: You won't know until you try.

Luka🎵: But what if I get rejected?

Juleka🖤: It's better to get rejected than to not try at all.

Luka🎵: I guess. But give me some time. I just met her today.

Adrien💚:💭I'm so happy to have a friend like Marinette. Whether she realises it or not... She made my sad emotions disappear. 💭

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Adrien💚: Can you guys wait a second?

His sad emotions return.

Marinette❤: What's up?

Adrien💚: I'm getting married...

Nino💙: WHAT?!

Alya🧡: I agree with Nino's statement.. WHAT?!

Adrien💚: My father is tired of me being single. He says that I should be married if I'm ever gonna take over his company...

Nino💙: How much time do you have time choose a girl?

Marinette❤:💭he's getting married? 💭

Marinette❤: 💭And it's not me? 💭

Adrien💚: I don't..

Alya🧡: You don't mean?

Adrien💚: Yes. An arranged marriage.

Nino💙: Your father is aware this isn't the 1800s right?

Adrien💚: It's probably just another girl who will use me for her personal gain..

Alya🧡: Who is she?

Adrien💚: Kagami Tsurugi. She comes from a very rich family..

Nino💙: Did you try to reason with your father?

Adrien💚: Yes. And it was to no avail.

Adrien💚: I shouldn't be surprised. He hasn't been really good at caring since my mother died.

Alya🧡: Isn't there anything you can do?

Marinette is researching Kagami as they talk.

Marinette❤: He has to marry a snob like her?

Adrien💚: Unfortunately, no. I get married in two weeks whether I like it or not.

Marinette❤: 💭He can't marry her! He deserves so much better.💭

𝕎𝕙𝕪?

🎵𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓵 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 🎵

🎵I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion.. 🎵

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒? 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤.

Story inspired by Speak Now by Taylor Swift

Also note that Kagami is nothing like she actually is in this story, but it was better to have Adrigami than it would be to have him with Chloe or Lila, so I had to make Kagami kind of evil in this story

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #adrien x marinette #adrienette #miraculous au #alya cesaire #gabriel agreste #emilie agreste #kagami tsuguri #lukanette #luka couffaine #adrigami #Spotify

[n3verending16]

you were good to me - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

So, this is my first ever fanfic! Aah! Writing this was 100% a daunting experience for me, but I largely enjoyed writing it (posting it tho? *rapidly spams space button to align lyrics with the middle* *posts* *formatting is completely off and i have to do it all over again* *screams*). If you have any constructive criticism/ formatting tips, please comment it or send me a message ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

Not requested, but certainly inspired by all the other oikawa x reader writer-chans out there (and a good friend of mine, yejin if you're reading this ily smkamsjskamssjk)!

caitlin and cindy ily too uwu

Based off "you were good to me"

All credits belong to their rightful owners

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Lying, isn't better than silence

"I don't love you anymore."

Oikawa Tooru could feel the bitter aftertaste of his own words to you that night.

Floating, but I feel like I'm dying

One year later, and he still couldn't break off the chains that anchored him down every time he jumped for the ball in a match. He couldn't fly like he used to, the guilt in his gut pressing him down every time he looked towards the stands and you weren't there, cheering for him as you usually did. It was his choice, his fault. And he regretted it, although he wished he didn't.

Still, no matter where I go

At the end of every road

You had always been there for him before, whenever he felt he wasn't good enough. The gentle caress of your fingers through his hair and your soft eyes peering into his own chocolate irises had helped him get over the loss of the match and focus on getting even better than he was. On particularly harsh days, you sang him to sleep, the dulcet tones and lull of your voice relaxing him as he passed into a gentle slumber.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

You had always been understanding of him whenever he ended his practice sessions late. You never asked for his time, knowing his passion for volleyball burned brighter than anything you'd ever seen before, and you wanted to support him. You hugged and congratulated him with a smile on your face when he won, and you comforted him when he lost, but most importantly, you were always there in his life. A constant he could trust, someone he could rely on, someone he could love. He'd been thankful for it. And yet, when he saw the successful application to the Argentinian Volleyball Team, he was hit with the truth. Oikawa was moving to a country on the other side of the world, and things would've gotten so much harder for the both of you. You deserved someone that was so much more than him, someone who would hold you at night, someone who could go on real dates with you, someone who could, and would, put their own time away for you. As much as it hurt him, he knew for your own good, he had to let you go. So he did it the way he hoped would hurt you the least.

I know it's easier to run

After everything I've done

Cut it off. Keep your emotions away from this. This is what's best for them.

"I'm moving to Argentina, and I think it's time I tell you something..."

"I don't love you anymore. We should end things."

You were good to me

Yeah, you were good to me

He still hears your quiet sobs that night sometimes.

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Leaving, isn't better than trying

You'd spent that night lying on the couch, crying to yourself over your boyfriend who'd just walked out on you. What had you done wrong? Were you still not good enough for him? As soon as you had began to stop, reduced to sniffles, images of his silhouetted back as he walked out the front door and the cold glint in his brown eyes as he said the words that broke your heart flashed through your mind made you start bawling all over again. Had everything that had happened between the two of you been a lie? Had your presence in his life not mattered to him as much as his presence in yours?

Growing, but I'm just growing tired

You would've liked to say you were a different person than you had been one year ago. You would've liked to be spiteful and show Oikawa Tooru, international volleyball star, that you had outgrown being lovesick and was now independent and successful, with people who truly loved you. You would've liked to tell yourself that you were so, so much better off without him. But that was a lie, and you were not one to lie to yourself.

Now I'm worried for my soul

And I'm still scared of growing old

You had, honestly, tried to get over him though. You'd made yourself pass out from drunkenness only to wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and the incident more ingrained into your head. You'd busied yourself with cooking, gaming and knitting, and when that hadn't worked, considered a one-night stand from an overly amiable guy you'd just met at the corner café, after deciding against it when one of the girls standing in front of the window outside sent you two a deathly stare. You'd stacked all of his belongings and tried to burn them, until you realised your shaky hands couldn't start the lighter properly.

Even if you had forgotten him for a while, a dull, grey, reprieve from the emotions in your head, it wouldn't have been for long; the memories were everywhere. There was the book he'd accidentally spilt his bubble tea in when you snuck up behind him. There was the somewhat-lopsided drawer, a result of when it got stuck and he'd tried to force it in anyway, ending up in the sides breaking. There was the red christmas mug you'd gotten for him; only to realise he'd given you the exact same one, but green. The small bin in your room was full of milk bread wrappers. Even the study desk in the corner reminded you of days where he would try to draw something cute for you- you'd laughed and told him he had all the time in the world to improve.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

That had clearly been a lie. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to believe the words he'd said to you before he left a year ago were the truth. You had been sure that your relationship was pure, built from the ground on trust and a mutual understanding of each other- you'd respect his love for volleyball, he'd respect your desire to work harder in your career. Sure, he didn't sound like he was lying, but he was THE Oikawa Tooru- a man who held his confident and flippant façade up to the spotlights, letting the light shine on him however he pleased. You needed to know the truth, and like a burning question at the back of your mind, it never disappeared- before you contacted Iwaizumi Hajime, his best friend and your former close classmate, who told you "It was about time you knew the truth". You were glad to have heard those words.

After having a long conversation with Haji (most of it was you cussing), you wanted to hug Oikawa and punch him at the same time.

One decision led to another and the next day, you were standing on an airplane one year after the breakup with a plane ticket clutched in your hands, and a ticket to the Argentina vs Spain match folded up neatly in your purse.

"Try to let him off easy, yeah? He hasn't been at his best ever since he left you. I think he still regrets it."

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And I'm so used to letting go

But I don't wanna be alone

There's noise in the stadium, filled with the audience's cheers and camera shutters going off, but drowned out by the silence in his own head. Oikawa lines the ball up to serve, watching the other team, analysing their positions. "Where should I hit?" he thinks to himself. This is his chance to take another set against Spain. If he misses this one, they will have lost the match 3-1, and it would've been his fault. He can't let that happen. The whistle blows, the ball goes up, and he's doing his jump-serve again, feeling the chains around his feet ready to snap taut like always.

But then amidst the bright lights, among the screaming crowd, he sees a flash of white and teal. Time seems to stop, and he floats in the air.

Was't that his Aoba Johsai volleyball jacket from high school? The one that he'd left behind at your house?

At first, he dismissed it quickly, thinking it was another die-hard fangirl who had one made or maybe even someone from his old team, because no way in hell could you be here right now watching him play when he'd walked out of your life and caused you so much pain and heartbreak one year ago. But then he saw the black purse, with a delicate pink floral pattern and gold highlights. The one he'd gotten for you on your birthday. He meets your wide eyes, your name is on his lips as he stares at your form.

But time moves again. And he grunts as his palm makes contact with the ball, making it fly into the corner and the other team turns and gapes at where surely there was a dent in the ground from the impact. They'd taken back a set, the score was 2-2. His team cheers wildly around him. The commentators rapidly fire off about the service ace- something he hadn't been able to do for a long time.

He's still staring at you in mid-air, but then he falls, meets the ground, his legs give out from under him and everything blurs.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

You stare, lips parted as he collapses, slightly rising from your seat from worry. Had his knee gotten any better from before? Would he still be okay? Surely everything he'd worked for couldn't just end from a fall... but you realised if it did, it would've been your fault. You were, after all, the one who distracted him. Something punches you in the gut as you watch him get up, and he looks at you, the expression on his face one of pure shock and something you can't quite decipher. He keeps his eyes on yours as they shrug on his national sports jacket and carry him off, and you stare into his milky chocolate irises until the doors close behind him. Then you're pushing yourself through the crowd of seated anxious girls to find him again.

God only knows where our fears go

Hearts I've broke, now my tears flow

Oikawa finds himself in the hallway staring at the azure blue sky outside the window as a flock of birds soars past. The medics fuss over him, lifting his mildly sore leg and checking it once, twice, and he absentmindedly nods at their questions. There's a commotion at the door at the end of the hallway and he hears your muffled, strained voice. "No, please! I need to see him... you don't understand..." Eyes widening, he lifts himself up and hobbles over to the door at the end of the hallway, ignoring the protests of the baffled medics and guards. He puts his hand on the handle of the door and pushes, finding you arguing with a guard on the other side of the door. He hears his name from you, your voice giving him comfort. He smiles, albeit a broken one but still, a genuine smile, before he falls, his knee giving out again.

But this time, you're there to catch him.

You'll see that I'm sorry

Cause you were good to me

You were good to me

You hold Tooru as he sobs onto your shoulder. His tears cascade down his face as he clings to you, and he knows he doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve you. Why had you tried to find him, after he broke your heart a year ago? You realise you're crying too when your vision blurs and all you can sense is the warmth from his skin on yours, his smell filtering the air around you. You take a deep breath in, honey vanilla with slight mint curling into your nose. People awkwardly stand by as they watch the reunion, mindful of the emotions and rawness in the air but also aware of the need to relieve pressure from his leg a bit. Eventually, someone bites the bullet and Oikawa sits down against the wall with you on his right. "You came here from Japan." Tooru hoarsely whispers. "Why?"

Before you could answer, the door opens and his teammate pops his head in, taking note of the people standing uncomfortably around.

"Hey Tooru, are you gonna be able to play?" he speaks in Spanish. He takes sight of you, a girl he's seen somewhere before, sitting next to his friend, and pauses.

"Wait, isn't that the girl on your wallpaper? I thought you said- never mind." He carefully speaks in broken English.

"Anyways, coach says if you're still fine we can send you in." You blink as Tooru puts his arm around you, a pout evident on his face. "I'm pretty sure I'll be able to play (the medic nods along in agreement), just give me a few moments." he answers. His teammate hesitates, nods, and closes the door. Tooru turns his head and rests his head on your shoulder, his fluffy brown hair tickling your neck. You nearly want to cry at what his teammate just told said. "Oh, Tooru..."

"You still haven't answered the question," he tells you. "Iwa-chan must've told you that I left because you deserved more than someone who couldn't be here for you. I don't deserve you, y/n-chan. You deserve to be happy, and... I'm not the one." He tucks away your air behind your ear. "But now that you're here, I can't help but want to be selfish. I want us to be together. I still want you."

You can't help laughing quietly at him, the little pout forming on his face again. "Oh Tooru... you wanted me to be happy. And you thought leaving me so brashly would achieve that? You forgot one very, very important thing." You lean into his shoulder, and play with his calloused fingers.

And now I'm closing every door

Cause I'm sick of wanting more

"If I'm ever to be truly happy..." You tell him, shifting yourself so you're cupping his soft cheeks and looking into his chocolate eyes. "Then you are, absolutely, essential in my life." His heart leaps, soaring at your words. After all that time, you still...

You tut at the dreamlike, adorable expression on his face. "C'mon, Tooru. Don't cry on me now. You've still got a match to win, don't you?" He breaks himself out of his reverie as you lightly pinch his cheeks, and grins ear to ear as you begin to move back to the stands. "Wait, wait." He shrugs his volleyball jacket off his shoulders and hands it to you. "Wear this over that, I want everyone to know you're still mine." You rolls your eyes at his childish request, "Your fangirls are going to kill me, I swear," but comply nevertheless. He's still smiling as he watches his oversized jacket swish around at your mid-thigh as you walk towards the doors. Anything else could come after the match, but for now, this was good enough for him.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

For the rest of that match, for the first time, Oikawa Tooru flies. They do eventually win, 3-2. He's never felt more ecstatic as he pulls you in happily, kissing all over your face and handing you his Most Valuable Player award as you giggle from his childlike antics. The reporters rapidly take note of everything and theres a collective groan from the gaggle of fangirls somewhere, but it's you and him both in your own little world.

Swear I'm different than before

I won't hurt you anymore

Life goes on. You fly back to Japan, with a promise that he would never shut you out again. Sure, you would've preferred it if he was next to you, but you called and messaged each other so frequently that you found you had little to worry about. In rare spaces of time, he flew back to Japan to meet family and friends before spoiling you on dates, decorating your house ("Hey, we need to retake this photo! I'm even better looking now!") or cuddling on the couch together. Every relationship had its downsides, and long-distance relationships were even more a pain, but you were more than ready to take the troubles on if it meant you could still see his smiling face through the messenger call at 1am in the morning.

And you knew this time, he wouldn't stop you from trying.

Cause you were good to me

#oikawa tooru #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa imagine #song fics #oikawa oneshot #tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu oikawa