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[goldsbitch]

I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

exile - Taylor Swift Lie to me - 5 Seconds of Summer (feat. Julia Michaels) Worst of you - Maisie Peters

warning: Present time, the past

Coming back home to Monaco always brought a sour smile to her face. She loved growing up in this strange small town where everyone knew each other and celebrities came to show off and then went back to wherever, to tell stories of Monte Carlo.

They say that you get to experience three very different real loves in your lifetime - and only if you're lucky, it would be with the same person. Her first love was Charles Leclerc.

I saw you lookin' brand new overnight I caught you lookin' too, but you didn't look twice

Visiting family was the reason why she always came back, but going out with the few girls from high school who stayed there was a treat she dared not to miss. There is just something about hanging out with those people who helped one buy the first eyeshadow and with whom she pregamed at one of their step dad's dermatology office before going on trying to get into any club that would allow minors in. So there she was once again, at the old time spot, having a harder time to hold her alcohol since she'd passed the magic non hangover years. And to her luck, he walked in only a bare half an hour later than her.

Whenever she saw him, even after those years, it was like everyone else had dissapeared from the room. He seemed to age like wine.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me I know that you've been holding on to someone else And now I can't sleep

"Come here to me," she teased, moving closer to him. He tried to stop her and playfully pushed himself the furthest away possible the couch would allow. "Charlie, let me see!" she insisted and sat on top of him. She had to act quickly, there would be no way for her to keep the upper hand. He was just turning eighteen soon and the time in gym was starting to bring back results. "I do not have any hairline, Y/N," he gasped, annoyed. His tone changed. Back then she interpreted it as just him being done with her shit. Looking at it now, there probably was a different reason why he became more stiff. She sat on him, going through his hair and taking few photos, blissfully unaware. "I'll show this to you in a few years and we'll see! Ha!" Charles eyes were shooting arrows in her direction. She looked back at him, curious and not grasping the moment in the same way as he did. "What?" she asked simply. "Nothing..."

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

She laughed a bit at that memory as she sipped her drink and tried her best to avoid keeping looking back at him as he sat with his current friends and an absolute gorgeous girl laughing at his joke. She knew who she was. Sometimes she peaked at his socials and then blocked him again right away. She certainly knew he had her blocked.

They went to different schools and Charles had his racing activities anyway. So they'd spent a lot of time texting. A lot.

It was just one of the horrifically long school days where she doubted the point of her existence. Life had to be more than sitting in a pointless computer science class. She wanted to be a big lawyer girl boss one day, so why would she ever care about programming. There she was, staring at the assignment from the teacher who was stuck in 20th century anyway, having little to no clue what to do. As she'd usually do, she texted Charles. Bombed him with twenty texts demanding attention, before he finally responded. "OMG i thought someone had died" "i am dying charles" "no your not" "*you're" "i can go back to my race simulator if you keep being a little shit" "nooo, please dont go. you're my only hope. sorry, your. i get it, you got out of the school too early." "that's it, i'm gone" "noo, please stay, I'll be nice and say nice things about you" "i'm staying, go on" "you are absolutely gorgeous" "yes, agree. more" "you are soo funny, amazing, future heart breaker and your passion for racing is so inspiring" "i like this. more"

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

They were inseparable, yet nobody knew. Always meeting alone, because they did not need anyone and their social circles didn't really meet together. Whenever he was back in town, the two of them would hit up their favorite café or hang out at his house and then go for a walk. The two of them walked around Monte Carlo as if they were suppose to be the cartographers creating the first map of that area ever. Those were the good old days that came to end very unexpectedly.

We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (Didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

His hands were shaking when he sent the email. But he just could not take it anymore. He was over the moon in love with her and didn't know how to contain it.

"there is no easy way to say this. i love you. sorry. i'm stupid and i know we're just friends. but i basically live only for racing and seeing you. i'm terrified of seeing you with someone else. if there is at least a cell in your body that feels the same, please let's meet up and talk about it. if not, do not reply and i will never mention this again and deal with it. i love you."

She was seventeen when she got his message out of the blue. A scared little girl who was petrified of feelings and anything relationship related. So she never replied to his email.

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

Charles had a very little hope that she'd feel the same - why would she, such an amazing person, kind, fun and totally glorified in his eyes, so he could not even imagine him being worthy of her. But what if? What if he was enough? With every day when she did not respond to his email, his heart sank lower. Still, the pain of the first rejection is a hard one to take, because it's usually from a scared unexperienced heart to another and the clumsiness causes great deal of accidental collateral damage one remembers until the end of their life.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

She texted him from school few days after that - a normal text, as if nothing happened. Both of them were too chicken to address the situation openly. So he opted for buring his feeling and she for playing like she had no idea. Deep down, she always knew, even before he emailed her. They texted, continued to meet up. But it was never the same again.

Flashing back to New York City I was done, but you undid me Classic me to run when it feels right

It was hard to get closure for her. After all that had happened and the mess the two made for each other was a hard lesson she remembered vividly. She glanced at your first love again - and finally she met his look, after almost two years of managing to missing each other while they were both back in Monaco. She'd daydreamed about bumping into him, the two chatting and smiling again. The world stopped again for few moments. He shot her an unsure quick half smile that said it all. She knew him too well for that.

And now I wish we never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

It was her prom night and she could not be more excited. All her friends were here, family, even Charles managed to get in town to watch her dance and drink all night. She had the night of her life, perfect end to end this chapter of life. The excitement her eyes held was contagious. She spent the first half of her evening with the family and Charles, sharing few dances and laughs. If felt like the good old days. But one shot of tequila led to another and there she was, drunk as pirate and unhinged like a teenage girl. Charles did his best to keep her parents at bay, keep them occupied while he got one of his friends to take care of her. He was worried she might do something stupid, like walk up to the stage and fall down breaking all of her bones. Finally, her parents decided to leave without having to saying goodbye to her after Charles spent a good half an hour convincing them she was just in the back stage and that he'd get her home safe. When they were gone, he began to search for her, only to finally find her sitting on the stairs, making out with the friend he assigned to keep an eye on her.

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

It was like being cut open alive and having people watch. There was nothing even remotely graceful about her actions, she was literally sitting on the floor having a battle of tongues with another drunk teenager while people had to walk pass her. It was embarrassing. Charles didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away and never come back, but he couldn't leave her there alone. He couldn't bring himself to stop the two of his friends, because he was just too sad and heartbroken to do so. He just stayed nearby and kept an eye on them. It was one of the longest nights in his life.

She couldn't remember the second half of her prom night and Charles would never speak of it, even though she begged him many times. He always became stiff and started to leave the room. She only kept asking, because it marked one of the biggest shifts in their friendships. He became cold, unresponsive and after few weeks, he stopped communicating completely.

You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

Funny how people's faces change with years, but the eyes stay the same. The eyes and the look. Charles looked at her the second time this evening. It was like staring back at the eighteen year old boy who was drowning in his feeling.

It was one of her last nights in Monaco before leaving for university. Finally, her dreams were coming true. She was more than ready to get our to show the world she was a force to be reckoned with. She sent Charles countless messages before her final departure, at that moment, she was sure she'll never ever get back to Monaco and wanted to at least understand why he became distant. One evening, he finally agreed to meet up and talk. She was over the moon. Knowing that she could always turn Charles over, she left feeling confident - he was one the very few people she was sure shared the same soul as her. It was as if they'd never stopped talking. Jokes flying everywhere, the two of them strolling around, having no idea this would be the last time (and maybe, that was better for her at the time). There was so much to share, the two kept talking over each other for hours. Charles was happy when she finally stopped to take a breath for a moment. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she'd seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere, she was kissing the boy she'd been unknowingly in love for years. She'd realize that she loved him only once she started dating a random guy from her college, expecting the same feeling Charles gave her. But it never came. Had she known, she'd have stayed with him. He tried to convince her to start dating him. Almost begged her to try it with him long distance. But there was a whole world for you to discover, places to be and versions of her that needed discovering. She had kissed only once. But it was a kiss of a lifetime. He blocked her on all socials after she rejected him again.

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The girls were laughing at some joke she missed while digging in her memory for traces of her first love. Charles Leclerc. He was sitting few tables away from her. This time, her heart sank as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek as they walked away from the bar. She wanted to run to him, to talk to him again after all those years. To tell him the same thing he once emailed her. To explain that she was just too young to notice she had the love of her life right next to you. But she knew all too well what his answer would be. And just like he had back then, she never wanted to hear it out loud.

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me

part 2

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[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

When You Know, You Know {Osamu Dazai}

A/n: so this idea came like this morning and omg I wanted to write it so bad because I need some good angsty yet sort of fluffy Dazai fic mostly because I want Dazai to get comfort. Also YES I USED A SNOW LINE FROM HUNGER GAMES. ANYWAYS PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS

Pairing: Dazai x assassin!fem!reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: character deaths, mentions of violent crime scene, Mori, murder, YES I AM A MORI HATER, blood, mentions of abuse

It had been four years since you left Port Mafia. You left the day after Dazai did -after enduring the torture Mori ordered upon you because he thought Dazai had contacted you- without contacting a single soul even though it was more than certain that the few people close to you -Chuuya and Koyou- would be worried sick. Was it because you wanted to get out of the organisation as soon as possible or because you wanted to somehow get revenge because Dazai had left you alone without a single warning.

Like everyone in the Port Mafia you heard about Oda's death the day after it happened -the day Dazai left- and something in your heart broke because even though you, seventeen years old at the time, were under the protection and guidance of Koyou along with Chuuya, you knew Oda. He had grown on you and if it hadn't been for Dazai mentioning him whenever the two of you sat in the dark in his container, it would have been because of Oda's gentle personality amidst the cruelty of the Port Mafia.

It went without saying that with Chuuya and Dazai being closest to you in age with them being one year older, you had naturally developed a somewhat nice relationship which had first started because of your respective positions: Dazai and Chuuya being executives and you being an assassin. You often went to missions with Dazai and Chuuya -always upon Dazai's request of your abilities- so after some time you became friends with the bandaged executive and soon after, lovers.

Had your relationship with Dazai been toxic? Absolutely yes and even though you both knew it, you couldn't actually help but come back for more. Both of you. So when he left like that? You were simply devastated.

And it took you a long time to feel like yourself again. In the meantime, you still worked as an assassin, performing various missions given to you by quite the important people.

You put your life in the Port Mafia in the past, a dark past that you didn't like visiting. But since you worked in the Underground you heard all sorts of things. That was how the fact that Mori had requested for a member of the Detective Agency to be transfered to the Port Mafia reached your ears.

You had heard that Dazai was now working for the Detective Agency and had reached the point of visiting him countless times before. The thought that he could be the one transfered to the Port Mafia kept you up at night for numerous days. How you had reached the point of caring for someone who perhaps hadn't cared about you was beyond you and yet there you were.

The sound the elevator at the Port Mafia building made when it reached Mori's floor specifically was almost like a stab right in the heart. All those memories were coming back, days of torture and manipulation from Mori's side that if not all then almost everyone among the higher-ups in the organisation had endured.

The whole thing lasted fifteen minutes. Just fifteen minutes was all it took for the man who ruined lives to die.

"Y/n?" Chuuya's voice snapped you out of your train of thought. Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes falling upon the clock on the wall on the other end of the hallway. No wonder Chuuya was there, it was nearly eight in the morning, all Port Mafia members would start coming to work sooner or later.

You leaned your head back on the wall, bringing your knees even closer to your chest as you sat down on the floor. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. Chuuya had been the one to find you. There was something odd in the way he looked down at you.

Chuuya, one of the most proud Port Mafia members, possibly the only member who respected the organisation for some reason. He wasn't freaked out, angry... he didn't pity you. It was as if he understood. He didn't have to ask or push the door of Mori's room open to understand what you had done -even though the blood on your hands and clothes was making it obvious.

"Come." He removed his gloves and after placing them on his shoulders, he helped you stand up. That was when you noticed Akutagawa standing behind him, waiting for his orders. "Inform Koyou." was all Chuuya told him and led you towards the elevator.

"What?" Akutagawa's voice came out trembling as if he didn't believe how someone who had just killed the Port Mafia's boss was walking away without any consequencies. But the young man didn't question his superior's orders further. Maybe because he had known you since he first arrived at the Port Mafia with you being the closest thing he had to a doctor after patching up any wounds inflicted by Dazai.

"I did it for Q and Koyou and that Detective Agency doctor and for Oda and Kyoka and Osamu and me." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you reached the underground parking lot where Chuuya had his car.

"I know." Chuuya handed you a handkerchief but you refused, your eyes focused on your bloodied clothes.

Other than that the car ride was silent. And when Chuuya stopped the car in front of the building you had almost entered many times in the past four years all you did was look at him. "Won't you come with me?"

Chuuya chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I have to clean the mess you left behind."

"If someone can become the new boss then please..." If your hands weren't covered in blood you would have hugged him. "Please take the position, and give Aku a better place as well."

Chuuya only smiled and opened the door for you. "I assume we will see each other again."

You took the elevator to the floor where the office of the Detective Agency was. Before you could do it yourself, the door of the office opened, a boy with blonde hair and a straw hat standing behind it with a smile on his face.

"Chuuya told us you will be coming."

"Did he now?" You let out a chuckle. It was slightly forced and very ironic considering that you were covered in the blood of one if not the most important man in Yokohama.

"Yosano!" The boy shouted and made way for you to enter the office.

You had heard of the doctor. You knew her ability and you knew her past. Mori didn't really keep his achievements private when he wanted to terrify his opponent.

Yosano was leaning against the door of her examine room, a sorrowful expression on her face. "I killed Mori Ougai." You mumbled.

"It must have been awful" A ginger haired boy said. Yosano approached you, ready to examine you fully.

"It was... yet it felt... powerful." You muttered, no sign of emotion in your voice. "The blood is not mine." You looked down.

"I will bring you a new change of clothes then so you can meet the president" She patted your back and opened the door of her examine room to lead you inside. You heard it close behind you and let out a heavy sigh.

"Long time no see."

The voice was familiar and soft like velvet with perhaps a hint of a small smile.

"That is all you have to say?"

Dazai's eyes were blooshot red and it didn't take much thinking to understand that he had been crying before you walked in there. He let out a sad laugh and nodded.

You took a small step and sat beside him on the bed that was meant for patients. He turned to look at you before taking your hand in his as if he hadn't left you without notice four years ago.

"My hands are covered in blood." You managed to say, fighting tears.

"So are mine, let me take half the blame."

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[orangesaek]

hiii! could you please write fluff about haechan taking care of a sick s/o? im literally dying right now and something like that would be really comforting, thank u 🫶🏻

OMG i hope you're feeling a lot better now! Thanks so much for your request, and pls take care of your health 🥺🤍

a/n: slightly proofread

A loud clap in his face snapped Haechan out from his thoughts.

"Hey, focus!" Jeno reminded, chuckling at Haechan's distracted look. "Pull your shit together and do your best one last time."

Haechan only groaned in response.

"He's right," Jaemin chimed in. "You can finally visit your girlfriend once this is done. She's sick in bed, right?"

Haechan nodded in response before letting out a sigh for the nth time that day. He couldn't stop worrying about you ever since you got sick a few days ago, and he hated himself for being unable to visit you even once due to his packed schedules.

NCT Dream was waiting in the dressing room for their turn to perform for their final music show performance before they can finally take a few days of rest. Luckily for Haechan (and Mark), they had no other schedules lined up for the next few days as well for NCT 127.

"Don't forget to drop by the pharmacy to get her what she needs." Renjun kindly reminded. Haechan nodded again, feeling really grateful that his friends are just as genuinely worried about you.

After the performance, the boys quickly got dressed to leave, with Haechan being the quickest to get inside the van.

"Hyung, can you please drop me off over there?" Haechan asked their manager, pointing to the direction where a pharmacy was located.

"Just try not to get sick as well, alright? Inform me or Taeyong if you're gonna come home to the dorms tonight or not." their manager said before parking the van on the side of the road.

"Yes, hyung, I will." Haechan responded as he unbuckled his seat belt and quickly put on his disguise.

"Take care, and tell your girlfriend to get well soon." Mark said.

After saying a quick goodbye to his members and seeing the van leave, Haechan walked inside the pharmacy and took out his phone.

"Hi. Can I please have these?" He politely asked at the counter, showing a list of medicine and some other items for you.

"Thank you." he said as he left the pharmacy and rode a taxi on his way to your apartment, anxious to see how you were doing.

Meanwhile, you were peacefully sleeping in bed with a serious cold, not having the slightest idea that your boyfriend will be visiting you soon.

Haechan actually insisted for you to go to the hospital. But being a stubborn person that you are, you didn't listen to him anyway and just decided to stay in bed, assuring him that you'll be fine in a few days. 3 days tops, you said, which clearly wasn't the case at the moment.

A delicious aroma wafted in your room suddenly, disturbing your sleep, and prompted you to open your sleepy eyes and sniff the air.

"What...?" you mumbled to yourself groggily as you rubbed your eyes. Still lying in bed, you squinted your eyes to look at the window in case you left it open and the smell came from one of your neighbors in the apartment. Seeing that the windows were shut, you wondered where the smell came from and decided to check.

You (reluctantly) got up the bed and was just about to put on your slippers when the door to your room suddenly opened, revealing Haechan with a tray of food.

"Where are you going? Lie back in bed," Haechan said as he pointed to your bed with his lips, softly closing the door behind him with his foot.

You sat still on your bed in shock, confused as to why your boyfriend's in your apartment. Maybe it was just another extremely reaslistic type of dream, you thought, until he made his way to your bedside table and put down the tray.

"Are you seeing things? No. What am I doing here? To take care of your stubborn ass that I love. When did I get here? Half an hour ago. What about my schedules? They're all done and I don't have any other schedules for the next few days. What if I catch your cold? Doesn't matter." Haechan said with both arms on his hips and a smug look on his face.

"There, I've answered your questions, now lie back so I can start feeding you, naughty girl."

You blinked at him before snorting at his response in disbelief. Haechan just knew you too well.

You lie back in bed, adjusting yourself so you could sit comfortably. You looked up at Haechan, who was now sitting on your bed and pouring a glass of lemon water for you.

"I can't believe you're actually here..." you mumbled, affectionately placing a hand on Haechan's thighs. "Thanks, babe."

He put down the pitcher and held your hand tightly, heaving a worried sigh before looking at you softly.

"Don't worry about it, my love." he said as he softly brushed his thumb across your hand. "Just focus on getting better soon so we can go on a fun date, okay?"

You mouthed another thank you before Haechan picked up a spoonful of hot porridge, gently blew on it, and brought it to your mouth with his other hand positioned below to catch any spills.

"Mm, this tastes so delicious." you said, finally getting the source of the delicious smell earlier.

Although Haechan didn't usually cook for his members, he was actually pretty good. When you asked him about it some time ago, he said he can cook almost anything as long as there's a recipe he can follow.

"Glad to know. Eat up so you can take your meds and rest," he said as he brought another spoonful to your mouth. "Speaking of meds, when was the last time you took them?"

You actually forgot and just smiled sheepishly at him in response.

"Unbelievable." Haechan groaned and rolled his eyes at you in disbelief.

After eating and taking the medicine Haechan bought, he made you lie down in bed to rest as he scribbled down on your notepad.

"There," he said triumphantly. He brought the notepad to your face, showing a timetable he created for all of your medicine. "Oh, wait. I don't trust you enough, so I'm also going to set some alarms."

You only groaned in response, already dreading the amount of times your phone's going to blow off from all the alarms.

Haechan took your phone from the bedside table. A soft smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw your lockscreen—it was the very first picture you took together as a couple. The picture showed only your hands that was brought together to form a heart.

His smile grew bigger after he scanned his thumb on your phone for access, revealing his face as your wallpaper. It was a picture from one of his photoshoots that he loved.

"Aren't you such a big fan of me?" he chuckled teasingly. You chuckled dryly as a response but smiled after. Of course you love him with all your heart and soul. He's your everything.

"I seriously don't know what else I'm going to do with you if you still forget to take your meds after this." he said as he placed your phone back on the table. "I made sure the volume's in max."

"Should I be ready to get evicted from this place for noise complaints?" you asked jokingly. Haechan chuckled with a smirk before lying in bed with you. He placed his arm under your neck, bringing you closer, and you adjusted yourself comfortably in his arms.

"I'm really worried you're gonna catch a cold." you mumbled into his warm embrace, also taking in his sweet scent that you missed a lot. Haechan rubbed your back softly.

"I already told you, baby," he quietly said. "It hurts my heart to see you like this. I'd rather get sick than to leave you alone."

"I'm really sorry..." you responded, suddenly feeling guilt wash over you. You knew it was quite difficult for Haechan to manage between his schedules and personal life, so for him to come running to take care of you instead of resting or doing something relaxing in his free time made you feel guilty.

Haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval before gently placing his hand on your head and running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"Don't even start." he softly reprimanded. "Just listen to me this time and focus on getting better, okay? I'm the happiest when you're healthy."

A comfortable silence filled the room for a moment, with Haechan's fingers still running through your hair.

"Anyway, I'm always going to be here for you. If you get sick again, then I'll just take care of you again." he added.

You didn't want to make him worried anymore, so you just hummed in response, feeling so grateful to have him by your side. Haechan placed a soft kiss on your forehead and started singing softly, his sweet voice being the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep.

- end.

requests are still OPEN! feel free to send an ask ♡

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[idyllic-affections]

how do you think kavehs child obtain the vision? been thinking bout it and now its just like an itch on the back of my no existent brain-

how does [name] get their vision?

summary. kaveh's child is blessed with a hydro vision... or cursed, rather.

trigger & content warnings. referenced past trauma, depictions of a panic attack, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. collei & reader, implied adoptive dad!kaveh & reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child? author's thoughts. OMG ANON thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about this!! i have been thinking so hard about this ever since my last adoptive dad!kaveh post. anyway i try to avoid talking about fontaine too much, but it was inevitable in this post, so please remember that this was posted before fontaine's release. some details may not be lore-accurate because of that.

kaveh's beloved child, [name], recieves their vision in a very mundane way, but the feelings associated with the event are anything but.

it's in their early teen years, perhaps somewhere between twelve and fourteen, that their ambition reaches the point of being acknowledged by the gods above, resulting in them being blessed with a vision of their own. they aren't at kaveh and alhaitham's shared residence when it happens (they haven't had any reason to permanently move in with them yet, given the fact that they aren't old enough to enroll in the akademiya yet), nor are they at gandharva ville.

in fact...

they're at the palace of alcazarzaray.

kaveh is very much proud of his magnum opus, even with all the problems it caused him (they're smart enough to know why kaveh couldn't raise them by himself in their earliest years; nonetheless, they still love him, and hold nothing against him because they were still raised by wonderful people in spite of kaveh's financial issues). knowing this, it's with gentle and purposeful strokes of their paintbrush on the canvas that they sought to encapsulate its beauty in another light. the painting would have been a gift for kaveh.

it isn't uncommon for scholars and other bystanders to visit the palace. many scholars who do so often know who they are; those from amurta know of them through tighnari, those of them from kshahrewar know of them through kaveh, so on and so forth. some whisper fondly at the sight of them painting so intently, gaze sharp and lips slightly bitten due to the intensity of their focus, while others scoff but move on without pointing anything out.

ultimately, everyone knows it's best to leave them alone, either out of fear of disrupting them or out of fear of angering their influential family members.

it's sudden when they get their vision, the little gem sitting in their lap after a momentarily blinding flash at the most unexpected of moments.

it takes them a minute to come out of their artistic haze, blinking slowly at the sight of the unmistakable deep blue stone in their lap. they raise it to the sun. the symbol for hydro glares back at them.

that's when they panic.

their heart lurches into their throat as they quickly pack up all of their supplies, pupils blown wide with the rush of adrenaline and cortisol in their bloodstream. it's hard to breathe all of a sudden.

getting a vision is generally regarded as a good thing. some may say that it's something to celebrate. people have compared their visions to being warm gazes like those from mentors looking at their students, loving looks from a parent to a child, but to them? oh, no. their's is something much more sinister than that.

it is the sharp, calculated gaze of a divine oppressor glaring at the poor, weak mortals at her feet.

if it had been any other element, they might have been excited, but...

hydro is the element of their homeland. nothing good came from their homeland. focalors virtually forced them out by taking their parents, forcing them to wander aimlessly through the sumeran deserts, ridden with heat stroke and exhaustion. their weak lungs as a result of fontaine's polluted state had a hard time supporting their journey. they were on the brink of death more than once. they had to go through all of that just to find a new home, a place to survive. nothing good came from their homeland.

nothing good came from fontaine. at least, not when they lived there.

so naturally, they flee, darting through the expansive rainforests of sumeru, vision clutched in one hand while the other carries a bag with all their supplies messily shoved in. after being with the forest rangers for so long, they know how to handle themselves. navigating the forest is second nature at that point.

the air is much clearer in this nation, they think. it's nice.

when they get to gandharva ville, all they can manage to do is break down sobbing into collei's arms. she doesn't know what's wrong, but she knows that something is wrong. she does tend to flinch away from sudden touches, but she's known [name] for so long now. it's genuinely hard for her to feel uncomfortable. sometimes she does, though. even so, the sight of their tears seems to drown out any discomfort she may have felt. she knows they would never hurt her.

she loves them too dearly to even consider pushing them away.

when they're calm enough to talk about it, quietly murmuring something about not wanting that stupid god's blessing, she offers to escort them back to alhaitham's house, because ultimately...

this isn't an issue she can handle.

they need kaveh.

they need their father.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! adoptive dad!kaveh taglist: @kaoyamamegami, @zeldadou, @bebobeboben. send a non-anonymous ask to be added.

#aphelion brainrots 🌸 #: [ adoptive dad kaveh! 🌸 ] #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #platonic kaveh x reader #collei x reader

[aurorawest]

I finished The Mars House last night and have been trying to gather my thoughts beyond ADJFAWEHDHA; and AHHHHHHHH. Let's see how this works out.

In a lot of ways this is a pretty typical Natasha Pulley book, which makes you love complicated people who have done bad things, possibly for good reasons and possibly not. The love interest is to all appearances a xenophobic nationalist, but you better believe I loved Gale pretty much immediately.

In other ways this book is different from her past work—obviously there's the far future setting, but it's pretty clear that Pulley wanted to Say Something about gender with The Mars House. This book is a response to and shots fired at the terf ideology and it is not at all subtle about it. And of course, it's a Natasha Pulley book, so there's still empathy for the far-future Martian terfs.

So I would definitely call it the most...political? of her books, which for me was not at all a bad thing. It has everything that I love about Pulley novels—her gorgeous use of language, her ability to wring beauty and pathos out of the small and ordinary, the gay pining, the morally dubious main characters. I've seen reviews say both that the science is ridiculous and that the book is hard science fiction, and I would come down on the side of the science probably being a bit ridiculous, since it's definitely not hard science fiction (lol at the reviewers who are throwing that term around and not knowing what it means). I actually have no idea if the science is plausible or not and I honestly don't care, because that's really not the point of the book.

Anyway, now I'm just going to list things. Doing a read more for spoilers! And I'm not joking, I'm going to spoil the whole book under here so really, if you haven't read it and you care about that, don't keep reading.

The worldbuilding was so good. I mean, this is one of Pulley's strengths, but I had wondered how it would stack up in a sci fi novel versus her historical fiction. As usual, everything was so visceral and textured. Tharsis and Songshu feel like real places I could visit.

THE MAMMOTHS OMG OMG. When they decided to ask the mammoths for help pulling up the gravity train, I almost jumped up from the couch yelling (I would have, but I couldn't disturb my cat who was on my legs). The entire idea of communicating with mammoths and studying mammoth society almost made me cry. Having spent even a tiny amount of time around elephants in the wild, all of that rang 100% plausible. And true in my heart.

I need a sequel where River and January go to Alpha Centauri to talk to the aliens that the Penglai mission is going to find there.

I'M ABOUT TO SPOIL THE ENTIRE BOOK SO DON'T READ ANYMORE IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT.

Speaking of River, yeah I guessed that "Aubrey" was actually River. The clues were well done and I felt smug when I was right.

But!! I actually thought River knew more than they did! A literal chill went up my back when River revealed they had NO IDEA AUBREY WAS LITERALLY IN THEIR ROOM WITH THEM.

The scene in River's bathtub had me screaming crying throwing up.

Is Natasha Pulley working through something re: waifish orphans? I knew Yuan was going to end up being adopted into House Song within pages of their (his?) introduction.

I love that we never find out if River is biologically male or female. I love that January says it doesn't matter and he means that and never tells us.

Speaking of gender abolition, can I have that please for myself.

All of the animals were, as always, a delight. Shoutout to the puffin at the beginning who we never see again, as well as Shuppiluliuma in her basket.

The ancient Mediterranean references littered through this book (see above) were also a delight.

When you think about it, both of Aubrey's consorts fell for River, and that's funny.

The flashes of love between River and Aubrey were devastating.

The haptic implants are a dystopian nightmare and absolutely a realistic prediction of where we're going to end up.

Mori and Daughter!!

#the mars house #natasha pulley #reading tag

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

OMG PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT IAN AND JEFF ANYTIME.

literally every time I listen to grace, Ian listening to this album pops into my head 😭😭

who else do you think he can listen to? maybe lana(omg i headcanon that him and debbie talked about her music and she didn't expect that he knows her lmao), nirvana, the doors or something? I completely ignore his taste in the show too🫡🫡

oh anon i am so late to this and i apologize😭 i have no excuse other than laziness so… anyways!

ian definitely would like jeff buckley. i know that for a fact. i know that john wells showed us him listening to like… techno shit and lady gaga which is fine, but i don’t see him listening to that, i see everything that you listed, jeff buckley, lana del rey, nirvana, the doors, possibly oasis (based on carl’s shirt in 1x01), and maybe even radiohead (mickey canonically likes radiohead so…). 

i could see him liking grace, especially around season 1. like, another thing about ian and his “techno” music taste is that season 1 goes against it because we heard him listening to music in the van and he seemed to value music based on him saying he gave kash cds so that they would be interested in the same things. maybe he showed kash grace? i don’t know, i don’t want kash to know what grace is because i despise him but i could see ian loving that album. i don’t know if he would like sketches for my sweetheart the drunk just because i somehow feel like he wouldn’t have discovered it😭 like maybe later on around season 7 he would’ve listened to it, and if he did, he would like “nightmares by the sea” and “yard of blonde girls”, i think.

i personally associate ian with a few songs on grace, and if this post actually gets any attention and people want to know i could post about it like i did with mickey and nude by radiohead, but here are some songs that remind me of ian/i think ian would like (off of grace):

- lover, you should’ve come over; romantic song, i feel like ian would listen to it and think of mickey because he’s a fucking sap. he would have this song, “at last” (etta james, their wedding song) and some other love songs in a playlist titled “mickey” or something like that. this song i kind of associate with mickey in season 4/5, just because of how much of a hopeless romantic he is, but mickey would probably not listen to jeff buckley. early seasons ian would probably resonate with this song a lot, especially in season 2/3 when his love for mickey is growing stronger and it’s making him a bit miserable at the same time. the whole “so i’ll wait for you, love, and i’ll burn” thing reminds me of both of them, but especially season 2/3 ian because he was kind of always left waiting for mickey to the point where it started to really break him. just the intense feeling of love in this song is so ian and it’s just… such a beautiful song and also gallavich coded i can’t even

- forget her; ian’s feelings towards mickey in seasons 6-8. i think people often look down on ian for how he felt about mickey in those seasons, and i understand why, but i also feel so awful for ian because the way he acted was so clearly him just trying to forget. wanting to push down all feelings he had for mickey and pretend that the situation was something it wasn’t because he undoubtedly has avoidant attachment issues (which i want to talk about more in depth sometime). “don’t fool yourself, she was heartache from the moment that you met her” is so ian, there is no way he went into that relationship and thought it would all end up okay. whether we’re talking about ian or mickey being the “heartache”. because ian always expected mickey to get himself thrown away again, and ian always expected himself to fuck things up. so he goes out with other men and he convinces himself he’s okay when he’s not, that he’s over mickey when he’s not, he has this whole façade on and not many people could see through it, but the second mickey saw him in season 7 (or even in the visit in season 6) he saw through it. the lyrics “oh, i think i’ve forgotten her now” remind me of ian’s date with caleb or just the whole caleb thing in general where he’s clearly trying to be someone he’s not and saying things he wouldn’t have said.

- lilac wine; season 3 ian. but like, 3x06-3x11 ian. the downfall, the heartbreak, the start of it all. “i lost myself on a cool, damp night, i gave myself in that misty light, was hypnotized by a strange delight under a lilac tree”, really just reminds me of the aftermath of 3x06 on ian’s part. the way he started to change, and drink, and cry. he was hurt, physically and mentally, and i don’t know how to really explain these lyrics in association with him during that time they just are ian. the whole song is kind of just like, drinking and missing someone. “lilac wine is sweet and heady, where's my love? lilac wine, i feel unsteady, where's my love? listen to me, why is everything so hazy? isn’t that she, or am i just going crazy, dear?” ian at the wedding, or after the wedding. just 3x11 in general. he’s drunk/hungover throughout the entire episode, and it’s really the start of it all. i mean, i think that everything had started a few episodes before that, but to me, that was the first episode where i saw ian and was like “holy shit”. he missed mickey, he drank a lot, and he was just so fucking heartbroken.

- dream brother; this song always reminds me of ian when i listen to it and i don’t even know how to explain it. i think a big part of it could be the fact that it’s believed this song is about child abandonment, and not only that, but also self destruction. two things ian knows a lot about. “her green eyes blew goodbyes, with her head in her hands” reminds me so much of monica leaving in season 1. not only that, but the look ian gave her. the way his eyes looked everytime they landed on her. it’s so heartbreaking and that lyric really reminds me of that. another thing about this song is that it apparently was a warning for his (jeff buckley’s) friend not to walk out on his pregnant girlfriend because it reminded him of what his father did, which is why the song says, “don’t be like the one who made me so old”. to me, that’s ian to lip. specifically in 7x08, which is one of my favorite episodes/scenes ever and i have talked about it so many times. how the scene where lip grabs ian is a direct parallel to when frank headbutts ian, and how ian looks at lip the same way he looks at frank. how ian advises lip not to drink before ian goes off to prison, and like, i don’t know, how they both have always kind of worried about ending up like frank and monica, the people who hurt them both so much. “they're waiting for you like i waited for mine; and nobody ever came” just reminds me of how ian looked when monica hugged debbie and carl in season 1. when she says “please let me be your mommy again” you can tell that ian’s heard that 1000 things and he’s absolutely crushed.

i definitely think he would listen to lana del rey, and i intend on making a separate post about that (i also started a series on ao3 of shameless oneshots inspired by lana del rey but it’s on a quick hiatus because again, i’m a lazy fuck), he reminds me a lot of her album (or ep, i guess) paradise. especially the songs ride and cola. if he were to listen to her he’d definitely be a local but he would love the songs he knows. debbie definitely got him into her because i’ve literally made a whole in-depth post about why debbie is a lana fan (it’s basically canon, especially considering debbie’s age and her marina phase) and so she would introduce her to him. maybe ian has lana songs on that playlist i was talking about?? who knows

i could definitely see him liking nirvana, that’s pretty realistic and it makes sense for him. i made a post about ian and territorial pissings and i honestly could make a lot of connections between ian and nirvana, too. it’s worth mentioning that kurt cobain was bipolar and he had songs about it, and those songs always seem to remind me of ian (like lithium).

anyway… i said a lot more than i had intended, but like i said, i really like doing meta about characters regarding music so should i post more of that??

#mickey is ‘so real’ coded btw #shameless #ian gallagher #jeff buckley #lana del rey #nirvana #character analysis #grace jeff buckley #shameless meta #meta #shameless analysis #music #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #lip gallagher #monica gallagher #kash karib #gallavich meta

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Eleven = (Master Chapter List)

Pyrrha moved next to the defeated Coco, and after hooking her hand under her armpit, yanked her rather roughly to her feet.

Velvet: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: She's coming with us when we go to see Professor Goodwitch. This is all her fault, and she should explain it...

Velvet: Okay, I get that, but do you have to be that rough?

Pyrrha: She's fucking around with my partner. I'm not in the mood to let her off so easy. She's just lucky I don't challenge her.

Velvet: You would do that for Jaune?

Pyrrha: I would do many things for Jaune, he... he is special to me.

With her hand till gripping Coco, Pyrrha guided the sobbing fashionista out the door, with velvet close behind. The rack of vials in her hands. Closing the door, Velvet then jogged a little to catch up to Pyrrha, who was almost dragging Coco down the hall.

Velvet: How... special?

Pyrrha: To be honest, I don't know... but I do know that I'm more than a little upset with your partner about what she did to Jaune.

Velvet: I think you do know, you're just not ready to admit it to yourself.

Pyrrha: I... this is not about me. This is about Coco and what she's done to Jaune.

Velvet: If you say so. (Pyrrha gave Velvet a glare over her shoulder) Anyway, how do we find Professor Goodwitch?

Pyrrha: Her classroom? She has to have a class in session, right?

Velvet: More than likely. There are four years worth of students, so it would be the best place to start.

Pyrrha: I'm going to text Nora. Tell her to meet us with Jaune at professor Goodwitch's class. She should see what has happened, over just us telling her.

Velvet: That would be for the best.

Pyrrha, while still holding onto Coco, pulled out her scroll and send a quick message to her teammate. A couple seconds later, Velvet's sensitive ears heard the barely audible ping of a message being received.

Pyrrha: She's going to meet us there.

Velvet: Okay, we should get going.

Coco offered no resistance as she was escorted to the Combat Classroom. Peeking through the window, Pyrrha saw that there was no class in session, but Professor Goodwitch was at her desk.

Pyrrha: She's alone.

Velvet: Are we going to wait for Nora and Jaune?

Pyrrha: We'll get started, and when Nora gets here she'll see what we're talking about.

With that, Pyrrha pushed open the door and stepped inside, Coco besides her, and Velvet bringing up the rear.

Glynda: Hello? What can I do for you, ladies?

Pyrrha: We have something you need to know about.

Glynda: Do you? (Folds her hands before her on her desk.) And what would that be?

Pyrrha then started in on the explanation, with the occasional point being added from Velvet. Coco just stood there, like a condemned prisoner awaiting her execution. About ten minutes into the discussion, Nora arrived with Jaune in tow.

Glynda: This is VERY troubling, and I assume the young lady who just entered my class with Ms Valkyrie is the former Mr Arc?

Jaune: OMG! You look like totes awesome and sexy! I so much want to wear what you have on! Can I? DO you have spares?

Glynda: Excuse me?

Nora: Jaune-Jaune is a bit of an air-head right now.

Jaune: That's not nice!

Nora: Well, it is true.

Pyrrha: So you see... this is the result of what Coco has done.

Glynda: (Gives Coco a withering look) I see. Ms Adel you and I are going to have a very long discussion about your actions, and you will be held accountable, but first I would like to know WHERE you got these... concoctions.

Coco: (Whispering) The Headmaster.

Glynda: Excuse me. Please speak up.

Coco: The Headmaster.

Glynda: Figures. Okay, Ms Scarlatina please pick up the vials, all of us are going to go pay the Headmaster a visit.

Nora: Let's go Jaune-Jaune. Time for a little trip to the tower.

Jaune: But I wanted to go shopping! Coco promised!

Pyrrha: Jaune watch out!

Velvet was just walking past when Jaune yanked her wrist from Nora's grasp, and stumbled backwards, right into Velvet. The unexpected impact causing Velvet to lose her grip on the vials...

Jaune: GROSS!

Pyrrha/Nora/Velvet/Coco: Jaune!

Glynda: Mr... er... Ms Arc, are you okay?

Coco: (Gasping) No! No! No!

Glynda: Ms Adel?

Coco: I was warned not to expose Jaune to more than one vial per 24-hour period!

Glynda: Alright, we have to move quic...

Jaune: (Getting to her feet and then suddenly doubling over) AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Pyrrha/Coco/Nora/Velvet: Jaune!

Glynda: Mr... er... Ms Arc, what is happening?

Jaune: I feel... funny...

Suddenly, a bright light began to encompass Jaune's form. A light bright enough to make everyone squint and turn their heads away from the intensity.

Coco: This isn't supposed to happen! He told me it takes 30 minutes for it to activate!

Pyrrha: Well, it's activating! What do we do?

Slowly the light faded, and everyone could once again look at Jaune. To the individual, all their mouths dropped open in shock.

Jaune: (In a musical, serene voice) I feel funny.

Coco/Velvet/Nora/Pyrrha/Glynda: Jaune?

Coco: This makes no sense? Every other time her outfit didn't change, I actually had to find her clothing! How?

Glynda: It could be a side effect of being exposed to so many vials at once. Regardless... Mr... er... Ms Arc, you will come with us to see the Headmaster.

Jaune: (Her voice casting a sense of calm over everyone) Of course, Professor.

Glynda: Ladies...

#rwby #coco adel #jaune arc #frenchroast #velvet scarlatina #headmaster ozpin #Coco keeps turning Jaune into a WAIFU #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #glynda goodwitch

[jamietarttownsmyheart]

please i need colinjamie headcanons or prompts i’ve been deprived of them for too long

i am. so so sorry for how late this is. and how uncoordinated the rest of this will probably end up being, but, just, ima unleash random colinjamie thoughts on u and hope it makes sense lol and that you enjoy them, but since idk how long it'll end up ima put everything under the cut

random hcs

colinjamie have definitely watched the owl house at some point. maybe this is fresh in my head since the final episode just came out a few days ago, but i definitely see colinjamie watching the owl house together. two options:

maybe colin was chilling with his niece (i want colin to have a niece or a nephew so bad, he gives uncle vibes and also i want jamie to interact with the kid at some point too) and she was watching it and he got invested. and then jamie got invested via colin. OR. henry was visiting the stadium on spring break and mentioned the owl house to jamie, who was curious, watched and episode, and then got invested. flash forward to colinjamie fwb era and colin dropping by one day and finding jamie losing his shit over the episode hollow mind. jamie needs to lose his shit with someone and colin is the poor soul who came over for a hook up but ended up having to watch two seasons of a disney cartoon.

that being said, i also think that jamie, if he ever watched avatar the last airbender as a kid, only ever watched until mid season 2. life got more complicated and he was more concerned with playing well than "lazy" things like cartoons. he never got to zuko standing up to his dad. he'll get there someday, it's gonna be great

colinjamie have a unique sense of style that they somehow make work, it drives so many people mad

colin had a crush on lightning mcqueen when he was a kid. (11 years old? idk how old colin is, so im putting him at 28 in s3, making him 11 when cars came out) he thinks about this childhood crush and figures its pretty telling that he's got a speedy car and a cocky but talented boyfriend

jamie is dyslexic, and when he realized audiobooks existed, he was thrilled. still, his favorite way to experience books is to have colin read them out to him.

that being said, his favorite way to enjoy drake is to have colin rapping along

colin takes jamie along to theater performances, musicals, and the ballet.

jamie found the "whose the worm now" moment so hot. he can't let colin find out

random prompt

prompt #1

so this might be because i just re read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones and the six, and carrie soto is back, as well as binging all of the daisy jones and the six show, and have been listening to taylor swift all month, but i am craving something specific?

like, i am so here for an au with actor or pop star jamie (have y'all heard phil dunster's voice?) and richmond player colin hughes. its giving posh spice and david beckham.

just the different flavors of it all. if we have it in modern times, as in, the time ted lasso is set in the show, we can do so much. (we can also have a colin who is not actually a fan of his bf's music. it's not that he hates it, it's just not his style. jamie knows this, and writes songs about colin anyways. colin loves listening to these songs regardless of them not being his style.)

then of course there is the other option--i am so bad at timelines and math, so dont come for me when this is all wrong, but i, on my 7 husband of eh kick, was like omg?? give me hollywood star jamie tartt and football player colin hughes who are "roommates."

prompt #2

im a sucker for vampires and vampire hunters. i think it can go either way for them in terms of whose the vampire and whose the vampire hunters.

prompt #3

a canon divergence au where colinjamie were dating s1. jamie and keeley were dating prior to his loan to richmond and stayed friends after their breakup. he really did love her, but still hadn't learned to be accountable yet. keeley still comes around to the club bc she's jamie's best friend and wants to test the playing field with roy.

#colinjamie #jamie tartt x colin hughes #colin hughes #jamie tartt #answered asks #Hartt

[katnissmellarkkk]

hi bestie! any drabbles of everlark in district 13, assuming they were both originally rescued that you could bless us with?🥰 maybe along the lines of Katniss going to visit Peeta’s bunk during the Capital’s bombing on 13 bc she knows his family isn’t there to share his space with him (and also bc she’s in love with this boy & starting to realize that)? :)

P.S omg pls never doubt your skills as a writer. I’m a big-time rhetoric major & think that your characterization & writing in general is one of the best!!! (and I’ve read A LOT of everlark stuff hahah, but they never hit the same as yours always seem to!) 💖

Hi, anon my bestie!!!! Okay so I started writing this like forever ago and it got lost in my drafts so I just found it again 😭😭😭. But better late than never, am I right? Please say I’m right 😅. Well anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I got a little carried away but I think I generally followed your prompt. And I can honestly say this is my favorite thing I’ve written in a while 🥳. And I don’t say that lightly. So I hope you and anyone else who reads this likes it too 😘❤️.

Oh and thank you for the compliment, you’re so sweet 🥲.

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That's when the first bomb hits. There's an initial sense of impact followed by an explosion that resonates in my innermost parts, the lining of my intestines, the marrow of my bones, the roots of my teeth. We're all going to die, I think. My eyes turn upward, expecting to see giant cracks race across the ceiling, massive chunks of stone raining down on us, but the bunker itself gives only a slight shudder. The lights go out and I experience the disorientation of total darkness. Speechless human sounds--spontaneous shrieks, ragged breaths, baby whimpers, one musical bit of insane laughter--dance around in the charged air. Then there's a hum of a generator, and a dim wavering glow replaces the stark lighting that is the norm in 13. It's closer to what we had in our homes in 12, when the candles and fire burned low on a winter's night.

I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg, and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains steady as she croons to Buttercup. "It's all right, baby, it's all right. We'll be okay down here."

My mother wraps her arms around us. I allow myself to feel young for a moment and rest my head on her shoulder.

Out of the corner of my eye though, another figure captures my attention. Broad shoulders and strong back muscles — that not even the food rationing here in Thirteen could make lanky — look unusually hunched in the bunker’s dim light.

I wait for a long moment, anticipating another bone rattling explosion to sound. When none do though, my legs act on their own accord. I slip out from beneath my mother’s arm, murmuring to her and Prim that I’ll be right back.

Neither of them humor me with an answer. They both are well aware of what direction I’m heading towards. Of who I’m heading towards. And they know I probably won’t be back any time soon.

Ever since being rescued from the Quarter Quell, I’ve become more and more drawn to Peeta than ever before. He visited our home in Victor’s Village often enough after our first games, at first to just keep up appearances for the cameras, and then later on to keep me entertained while waiting for my foot and tailbone to heal. But not even his presence then compares to how clingy we’ve become to one another now.

My mother doesn’t even keep up pretenses anymore, always biding me a sleepy goodnight as I tiptoe by her bed. At this point, she is well aware of my tendency to slip into Peeta’s room after dark, to crawl between his sheets and into his arms whenever my nightmares come knocking. And she doesn’t even bother hiding this knowledge.

Not even Gale can pretend to be oblivious at this point. I sense his gaze on me now, his eyes locked on my back as I reach Peeta, sitting alone under the giant M, with not a single family member in sight. All others who share his initial are grouped off with their loved ones, leaving him to sit in this damp bunker in total solitude.

“Peeta,” I say quietly, alerting him of my presence. He jumps at the sound of my voice, clearly lost in the quiet his isolation provided.

But he recovers relatively quick and wordlessly reaches for me, wrapping an arm around the small of my waist as I sit down on his lap. Before he can say anything though, President Coin’s voice bleeds through the intercom system.

She thanks us for making a swift and orderly trip to the underground shelter, despite being given only a two minute evacuation warning. She also orders everyone to please stay with their assigned groups, beneath their initials.

“Oops,” I murmur dryly, shooting Peeta a guiltless look.

He snorts loudly, earning us some strange glances from the people nearby. Either because of our disruption or because Katniss Everdeen— who everybody in Thirteen knows by full name — is sitting with the M’s and clearly breaking protocol. I wonder if any of these citizens in Thirteen have ever even broken the rules themselves. Or even bent them a little. It’s hard to guess, with the way this place is run. It seems like no one, not even men three times my size, have the nerve to challenge their leader.

Which means to them, we must look like complete rebels.

But neither Peeta nor I care at all. Coin has never been the biggest fan of me and the feeling is completely mutual. She did like Peeta originally. From a distance, before they ever met, that is. Before any of us knew District Thirteen was still alive after all these years and someone named President Alma Coin even existed.

But Peeta and Coin’s first meeting soured him almost immediately on her leadership. I don’t know if it was her insistence that the hospital release us both to film propos before we were ready and recovered — me from the aftereffects of the concussion Johanna Mason gave me, Peeta from the knife wound he sustained as he snapped Brutus’ enormous neck — or if he just didn’t like her point blank, after finding out she tried to get the hovercraft to leave me behind in the arena. But either way doesn’t make much of a difference at this point.

Coin’s feelings for either of us one way or the other doesn’t affect where we are right now. Sitting in a dim bunker, hoping that Thirteen is as prepared for a brutal, nuclear attack as the president claims.

And if there were any issues with me sitting in the M section, I’m sure my upcoming wedding date would help clear them up.

I must be shivering — out of anticipation and dread or from the chilled underground air seeping through the material of my standard issue jumpsuit — because Peeta’s hand subtly moves from my waist to rub circles on the small of my back. “What’re you thinking about?” He asks a few seconds after Coin’s voice fades out from the audio system.

And I know I could make up an utter lie but I don’t even have the wherewithal to think of one. So instead I just blurt out the truth. “I’m trying to think of just about anything besides my father.”

His brows knit together in utter confusion. “Your father?”

“He died in an underground explosion,” I remind, watching as comprehension flickers quickly across his features.

“Katniss,” he murmurs empathetically. “I didn’t even think about that.”

I shrug it off though, wanting to move my mind further away from images of collapsed mines and mangled bodies stuck underground with no way out.

I never actually saw my father’s dead body, of course. After the mines exploded, they told my mother there was nothing left of him. That’s why for months after he died, a part of me couldn’t accept that he was really gone. My eleven-year-old brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that he would never again walk through the front door at nightfall. That he would never again sneak into my room in the morning to kiss me goodbye before he left, making every attempt to never actually wake me up. That he wasn’t there to take me into the woods, to hold my hand as we walked through the Hob together, to sing Prim to sleep at night.

My attempts at not thinking about my father’s death have only served in reminding me how much I miss him in life. I’m about the change the subject to something else entirely when a realization hits me like the tidal waves in the clock arena.

The reason Peeta is alone in this bunker in the first place lands on me, like a brick falling from the sky.

“Oh, Peeta,” I say in a tone so unlike myself. “I didn’t even think about your family.”

I know it probably was the least helpful thing I could have said, that my wording inevitably just made him feel worse if anything at all but I don’t even try to rectify it. I’m suddenly too overcome with heartache for the boy who lost his whole family in one fell swoop.

Their cause of death being me, of course. All because I blew out the arena. Snow decided to bomb the entire district and killed every single member of Peeta’s family — alongside the rest of the merchant class, save a couple handfuls — in a matter of moments.

And he doesn’t even pretend that his mind wasn’t already on the subject, even before I spoke. “I just hope they died quick,” he says before giving me a sheepish look.

He doesn’t look ashamed of his wording though. Because he knows of all people, I would be the one to understand.

And I do. I’ve had the same thought about my father in the mines countless times. I’ve always hoped he died before he could realize just how bleak his fate ultimately was.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I feel the bunker shake again, as I feel Peeta’s arm tighten around me, squeezing me against him hard enough to leave a bruise.

We wait for the explosion, all of us locked down here behind the steel doors, but it doesn’t seem to come. At least, if it did, I must have missed it.

“Katniss, don’t apologize for what you did in the arena,” Peeta murmurs, as if we didn’t just pause the conversation to wait for a bomb explosion. “And do not apologize for what Snow did to Twelve,” he adds on, his voice turning a shade darker than I’m used to, even now after everything.

I nod, only half listening to him. My mind is still fixated on the explosion that never came, that was more than expected after the initial impact. “They must have missed by a wider distance this time. That’s why we didn’t feel it as much,” Peeta rationalizes, practically reading my mind. But I still don’t turn to meet his eyes. Just like all those times in the arena, I know Snow isn’t going to stop until he gets what he wants, until he hits his desired target. I know there’s more coming. And until it does, I’m stuck, frozen in place, waiting for the explosion to hit me.

“Come on,” Peeta insists, pushing me out of his lap, succeeding in finally breaking me out of my trance.

“What’re you doing?” I say in a voice that comes across more irritated than I am. My stress leaks out as anger half the time. Peeta ignores it anyway. I didn’t even realize until now how good at ignoring my ire he’s become.

I watch as he pulls a mattress onto the ground, situating it as far as possible from the others grouped off in the M section. No one seems to be paying us any mind, thankfully. The last thing I want is an audience peering at me as I take Peeta’s proffered hand and crawl into the makeshift bed alongside him.

I lay my cheek against his heart as he tucks a blanket around us, listening to the faint, consistent beat through layers of fabric. Hoping it’ll soothe me now. Hoping it’ll lull me into even the faintest sense of relaxation.

“Are you still cold?” Peeta whispers, his mouth right by my forehead. Before I can give him a shrug, he’s already unzipping his jacket and waiting for me to scoot closer. And I oblige, without hesitation. I press myself against him, wondering for a second why this moment feels so very familiar.

“Remember when you shared your jacket with me on the cornucopia?” I say, as he fastens it around us.

It doesn’t take him long to recall. “Yeah, I remember. Kind of.” Off my look, he says, “I’d lost a lot of blood at that point. All I vividly remember is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he repeats, a little sardonically. “I remember thinking you were so beautiful. That I was so lucky to be there with you. And I just wanted to get you home alive and in one piece.”

I chuckle a little at that. I have to ignore the compliments, because I don’t know what to do with those. But I emphasize deeply with the last part. “I just wanted to get you home in one piece.”

“You almost succeeded,” he says, and then we’re both laughing. We’re both laughing unironically, our chests pressed together, one big huddle of anxiety and sleep deprivation and hysterical giggles filling our corner of the bunker.

But our reprieve is abruptly chopped off at the knees, as a wave of impact catches us both by surprise, the walls vibrating without warning. And then an explosion follows this time, only a second later.

Unlike the last time, this explosion is absolutely impossible to miss. It rattles me down to my core, bringing forth once more the definitive, gut-wrenching assertion in my mind that this whole bunker is going to give in and we’re all doomed.

The tears in my eyes must be visible, at least from a couple inches away, because Peeta starts to whisper soothing words to me now. He leans down and places an open mouth kiss on the side of my neck, and tries to calms me down. “Coin was right, this compound is made for this. There’s no way any of Snow’s bombs can touch us here. We’re safer than we’ve ever been.”

“I know you don’t think Coin is right about anything,” I say absently, searching nervously over my shoulder for Prim and my mother. I see them both faintly, underneath the E on the wall. They both seem unharmed, though their blue eyes are wide with fear, and I feel a wave of guilt for not being there to comfort them.

But I don’t want to leave Peeta and I find myself — much to my utter remorse — glad that I’m here, wound up tightly in his arms, instead of over there with a hissing Buttercup blowing stinky cat breath in my face.

“They’re okay,” Peeta promises, his eyes on my family as well. “Unlike us, Prim’s actually gone to class here. She knows better what to expect.” He’s joking again, trying to cut the tension pulsating so strongly within me, it’s bound to overtake my entire body, until I combust. “Katniss,” he murmurs, his voice more serious now. “Sweetheart, you need to calm down.”

“Distract me,” I say, knowing it’s a pretty impossible task. The shaking and shuddering of the bunker though seems to subside and that helps marginally to alleviate my nerves.

A rather melancholy look crosses his features as he opens his mouth to speak. “Have you heard any more of the details about our wedding?”

That does the trick. I let out a shaky laugh, feeling just as unhappy about our upcoming marriage ceremony as he appears to be.

Of course, we both should have seen it coming. After all, it’s only natural that the rebels would want to show the “Star-Crossed Lovers” tie the knot, in a national propo for their side of the war.

At least, it’s only natural for Coin.

I shake my head though, trying for once to keep our conversation light. Trying not to dwell on the fact that no matter where Peeta or I are, no matter who’s in charge, we’re always mere pawns in their eyes. We’re always pieces in someone else’s game.

“They offered to try and scrounge up a seamstress here to make the dress.” I make a face at the memory. “I said no.”

“Of course,” he agrees instantly, sounding rather certain. “You should wear a dress Cinna made you. Even if it’s not a wedding dress. Like that red one you wore in Seven.”

“I knew you liked that one,” I shoot back wryly, but my cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. I burrow deeper into his chest before he can notice. “I grabbed everything Cinna made me when the hovercraft took us back to Twelve. Told Plutarch to have someone else decide which one I’ll wear.”

“So the wedding dress will be a surprise for us all?” Peeta says, a clear attempt to make me laugh again. And it works, just a little. I let out a small chuckle just as Coin makes another announcement over the intercom. She explains something about missile attacks and that we could potentially be stuck down here for the next four or five days.

I feel Peeta sigh against me, not loving the idea of being trapped here any more than I am. Any more than Finnick or Haymitch — wherever the old drunk even is — must be.

Being trapped any place is never fun, in even a normal person’s book. But it’s infinitely worse for a victor. It’s infinitely more terrifying when you’ve been trapped before and it was also related to the threat of imminent death.

I unconsciously run my fingers up and down Peeta’s side, trying to soothe him the way he has so many times me. “We’ll be okay,” I promise, though I don’t even know what I’m talking about. The only people who know are Coin and her higher ranks. And something tells me they wouldn’t tell us, even if the bunker was about to collapse in on itself.

“Yeah,” he pretends to agree and presses his lips to my forehead for a long moment, letting them linger there. “We’re going to be just fine.”

And I guess because there’s nowhere else to go, and because I’ve been wanting to say it for weeks now and just haven’t had the time or the courage, I suddenly blurt out, “Peeta? I really am sorry.”

His bleary eyes grow wide for a second, as my abrupt change in demeanor registers. “For what?”

For blowing out the arena. For starting this war and throwing both our lives into chaos. For not faking being madly in love well enough to satisfy Snow. For getting his whole family killed. For the wedding we’re both now being forced into, for Plutarch’s stupid propo.

For all the things I never said and everything I didn’t do. For everything I didn’t understand until it was far too late.

Instead of reiterating any of this back to him though, I simply murmur, “I’m sorry for everything.”

I feel his arms tighten around me and his heartbeat speed up a little. He doesn’t reply right away and after a couple minutes pass, I just assume he’s not planning to. But then, in the quiet buzz of the night, as the generator lights flicker for a split second, he murmurs, “Katniss, listen to me.”

I lean away from his embrace, trying to catch a better look at his face. “What?”

“I know neither of us are having a great time right now.” He can’t even finish that sentence with a totally straight face. The panic attacks, hospital stays, gruesome nightmares, the constant filming of rebel propaganda and arguments with the district leaders themselves, all likely flashing before his eyes. “But I want you to know that I am happy about the wedding.”

I give him a puzzled look, not believing my ears. “You are?” I thought we were both dreading our wedding, the same way you dread getting a perfectly good tooth pulled.

He chuckles at my expression. “I’m happy that I’m marrying you,” he continues, the corners of his mouth lifting up. “I’m not excited about anything else but… I do feel really lucky that you’re going to be my wife.” He punctuates the sentence with a real smile now. A happy smile, with the slightest hint of shyness. Visible to maybe only me.

And I don’t have the words to respond. Peeta’s gift isn’t just the way he can paint pictures in people’s minds with the stories he tells. It’s the way he can reduce me to a dumbfounded seventeen-year-old with just a couple sentences.

He really deserves a wife who can tell him how she feels, who doesn’t do a pendulum swing nearly every other week. Who doesn’t tell him she needs him the night before she thinks she’s bound to die, and then refuse to speak about the instance for over a month in a foreign district.

But instead he’s stuck with me. Me and my nonsensical statements, that come pouring out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

“I promise I’ll keep you safe,” I vow, because that’s the one thing I know deep in my veins that I can guarantee. The one thing I can swear by for the rest of our lives, whether spent here in Thirteen, in a free country or in Snow’s personal torture chamber. I can promise to defend him with everything there is inside me. “I’ll always protect you,” I say, my eyes boring deeply into his now.

“I feel safer already,” he says and then forces a smile that doesn’t touch his eyes. He’s still trying to make me feel better. “I’m going to be the safest husband in all of Panem.”

“Shut up,” I retort, rolling my eyes but he got to me. And I’m smiling once again.

I’m smiling way too much for someone hiding in an underground bunker during an air raid. For someone who has the biggest target in the country on her back. And for someone who’s marrying the second biggest target in almost no time at all.

Peeta catches me by surprise once again. His leans in, closing the minuscule space between our faces and presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss. I catch myself even more by surprise though, my mouth instinctively returning his kiss. And I don’t regret it either, I realize.

“Go to sleep, Katniss,” he instructs, pulling me closer into the circle of his arms again as our lips part. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

I let out a sigh, breathing in a scent so familiar to me, in a place that still feels so completely foreign.

I do find myself dozing off relatively quick, as with my eyes shut nothing feels any different from falling asleep at night, curled up in Peeta’s bed.

His fingertips even run up and down my spine, repeating same motion I was doing to his side minutes ago. And it does the trick. Slowly and gently, he lulls me to sleep.

“Peeta,” I whisper as my dreams — more like low-grade nightmares — begin to pull me under.

“Don’t worry. If anything big happens, I’ll wake you up,” he promises, his cheek pressing against my hair.

But that’s not the only thing I wanted to ask. “And you’ll stay?” I ask, not wanting to wake up here, on this cold stiff mattress, without him by my side. “You’ll stay with me?”

I barely hear the word as sleep overpowers all else. But I catch it at the very last moment.

“Always.”

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#everlark #thg #hunger games #my writing #mockingjay AU #Katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #both rescued #everlark fic #200

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Takeda YN: Karasuno's Assitant Coach

and Multilingual Expert

Takeda is so cute I can not 😭

Karasuno x Takeda YN

Warnings: Swearing (English and Spanish), my attempts at using my limited knowledge of Spanish 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon later requested reader being related to Takeda so we have Takeda YN!

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YN you are literally related to the most patient human being alive

I meam, come on

Look who he deals with daily

And he's so motivational 🥺

Plus look at how much effort he went to for Karasuno to play against Nekoma and the other schools!

This man begged 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 his 👏🏻 knees 👏🏻

Case in point, Ukai

He full on stalked Ukai just to get him to coach our precious bby crows

And look how that worked out 🙌🏻

So when you were in town visiting, he thought it would only benefit the team to bring you in

Did you have any volleyball knowledge? Not particularly

BUT you did have knowledge of other things 🙃

Not only are you intelligent but you are multi-lingual

And Takada, knowing thus fact, brought you in as a consultant

When you first met the team, they were si confused

"Umm coach why is Yn here exactly?"- Daichi

"Well I thought YN could teach everyone a little something. Take it away YN"- Takada

So tell us YN 👀 what are we going to learn

"I'm going to teach you guys some simple Spanish"- You, so proud 🤗

The reactions are mixed as you might expect

"YN you do realize whose on our team right?"- Ennoshita

"Literally the dumbest of the dumb YN"- Suga

"They barely know Japanese YN and you expect them to learn Spanish"- Daichi

"Kageyama can barely function as is!"- Asahi

"Ok ok guys chill"- you, sweating a little 😅

"YN how you do you expect us to chill! Omg is there going to be a test?? If we fail can we still play volleyball?"- Hinata

Kageyama 👇🏻

Well if that didn't escalate quickly 😅

"Everyone chill out!! Im going to teach you a few simple words just to help fool your enemy"- you

"Ahh so a confusion tactic"- Daichi

Exactly 🤗

Kageyama js slowly regaining is coming

"I'm not the best with words"- Kags

"It's ok, they are two simple words that you can use occasionally to mix up your enemy when you are in a tight spot

Warning: my Spanish is not the best, I preapologize 🤚🏻

"They are 'derecha' which means right and 'lzquierda' which means left"- You stoked

Pls Kags and Hinata are back to panicking

"YN THOSE WORDS SOUND SO FANCY. ISNT IT ILLEGAL FOR US TO USE FANCY WORDS"- Hinata

Kags just sits there, sweating

Yes bby give us nothing 👏🏻

"Guys chill! You memorized handle signals right?"- you

"Yeah but we use our hands YN not our mouths!"- Tanaka now getting in on the panic

You👉🏻🤦

Takada 👉🏻😏 feel my pain YN

And so begins the descent into operation: fool the enemy

Too bad the only person you're fooling her YN is yourself 🙃

Its the day of the interhighs and you've managed to successfully give yourself a migraine 🤣

Please these boys are just hopeless YN

You've tried everything!

Repeating, breaking it down, heck you even got in there yourself and did it!

And it all FAILED

imagine the one thing you fail at is teaching these idiots 😭

Needless to say, your nervous for Interhighs

Not to mention there are some rather annoying characters 🙄

Case in point, Oikawa 🙌🏻

Because when you first meet him and he makes Kageyama fall on his butt

You literally say "geez that guys a real gilipollas"

"What does that mean YN?"- Hinata

"Dumbass"- you

Hinata 👉🏻🌟👄🌟

Please he runs to Kageyama

"Kageyama you are a real gilipollas sometimes"- Hinata

Please Kageyama thinks it s compliment 🤣🤣🤣

"You really think so"- Kageyama running the back of his head

"Seriously he learns the word for dumbass but he can't learn the words for right and left!"- Suga

"HEY GILIPOLLAS SHUT UP"- Daichi screaming at the group

Well it's good to see they can learn under the right circumstances 😅

Anyways, you are nervous about how much the team has actually learned

You are up in the stands with Yachi

Pretty sure you and Yachi switched places in the nervous department 🤣

"Yn chill out its going to be fine"- Saeko

"Have you seen them Saeko!"- you

"Ok you right you right"- Saeko

Thanks for the confidence boost

However as the game progresses you become more and more nervous because they have yet to use their new secret weapon

Until you hear Hinata shout "lzquierda!"

Everyone else's is like 🤨🤨🤨

Seijoh is so confused

But Kageyama surprisingly knew exactly what to do

Everyone is all 🤗🎉

And you are just like 👁👄👁 they actually did it-

Honestky nobody is more shocked than you

After the game, they all run up to you and are so excited

"DID YOU HEAR ME YN? I wad all like 'bam blam smack'"- Hinata

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 yep I heard you

"Why do you look so shocked YN?"- Daichi smirking

"I actually can't believe you pulled it off"- you, still staring 👁👄👁

"You have such little faith YN"- suga

"Yes, yes I did"- you still staring

Someone check on YN please and thank you!

"I'm really proud of you guys!"- you, starting to tear up 🥲

"Thanks YN, you really saved us out there"- Asahi

"YN can we learn some more words!!"- Hinata

"You should probably learn English first"- you

"I DONT NEED TO KNOW NO ENGLISH"- Kageyama

🤦🤦 somethings never change

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x gender neutral reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #hq karasuno #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno chaos #karasuno x you #karasuno x reader #karasuno manager #karusuno #karasuno x yn #karasuno x y/n #takeda sensei #Takeda YN #takeda ittetsu #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #daichi sawamura #sugawara koshi #karasuno headcanons #asahi azumane #tanaka ryunosuke #ennoshita chikara

[valentinesparda]

eep omg so super duper cool to see another ai.tsf self shipper!! i love u date fans u warm my heart. please use this as an excuse to dump info about your insert lore or your feelings on the game(s) themselves especially with info you havent shared before!! donut be shy. have a great new year too!!!!!!!! :)

AAAAGH HI HELLO BOUNCING AROUND YOU LIKE A PUPPY!!!! i only know three other people who like ai !! date fans are almost always the coolest and funniest people you've ever met and know what they want in a man (wet and pathetic forever) and i respect the date fans. I'm not tooting my own horn btw I'm saying this for the people that will be reading this ask lol date fans are so silly. this is date btw for anyone who doesn't know what the fuck im rambling about

gushing about the game is basically impossible without spoiling everything because the mystery is REALLY SILLY but also really well written and laid out over time. the characters in the game are very lovable and I guess pretty realistically written, not from a realism standpoint but in how they react to any given thing in the storyline. they're varied and fun and have a lot of personality to each of them, and I would literally fucking kill for any of the main cast given the chance.

and the sequel!! the sequel is a little weak and a bit slippery and not as well put together in comparison to the first one, but it's still just as charming and you don't necessarily have to play the first game to understand what's going on - there are vague references to the lore in the first game, but it doesn't detract from the fact that this IS a new cast of characters, and i really appreciate the fact!! there's a lot going for it in terms of charm and personality, and the new characters seem to be a bit less whimsical and more grounded than in the first game (fucking looking at you tokiko shigure. holy shit)

i feel like I never do anything justice gushing about it because I will always forget something and then be like "fuck I forgor" and rush to add details so I'm just gonna leave my gushing about it at that lol

ANYWAYS!! UM. talking about my self insert under the cut :3

so. juniper is my self insert, they're from america and they moved to japan for reasons I haven't decided upon yet but they get a job at a local flower shop run by a very brash old lady whose family never come visit her and it turns out it's because she's in the middle of a yakuza turf war. the kumakura family bought out the basement space of her shop and had her under their thumb. juniper was just stupid enough to get involved in hopes to help the woman who keeps them fed, but there's no way to do that. juniper unfortunately has no choice but to cross paths with these men, but one in particular is more kind than the others, and has bought flowers from them on occasion - a specific type of iris :3c

the old woman dies shortly before the events of the first game and they've taken charge of the flower shop, and they've been meeting date upon happenstance every so often. because of the eventual discovery of the kumakura gang being affiliated with several suspects in the cyclops killings, juniper has become entangled in the case, and date actually has his reasons to suspect that jun has something to do with the case, which leads him to having to psynch with them at some point!! but they have a few other ties to the lore that could be considered heavy spoilers :)

juniper is besties with pewter!! he is their only friend for very specific reasons, and they spend time out drinking when he isn't on the job. they talk very vaguely about their crush on date and it takes pewter a whole long while to figure out that they're both talking about the other when he has to be subjected to it. he initially thinks "wow this is just like my doujins" when jun is first talking about meeting a very beautiful man at the flower shop who keeps coming around and they meet at strange times, and then it devolves into pewter going from that and happy for them to "oh you're fucking joking, THAT GUY??" when he learns it's been date the whole time

anyways. coughs. juniper has a big dumb crush on date but they go against most of his Types; i mean on top of not being a Busty Older Woman, they are a tiny nonbinary thembo and they're a bit of a punk; they've had some of their mentor's brash personality rub off on them, but they generally are fairly kind to people that come around, they just have to keep up that hard exterior to be seen as a big enough threat to the kumakura gang (moma has a bit of a crush on them but that would never come to fruition in the same way that the iris thing never did - mostly because jun is too stupid to notice that he likes them)

date likes them because of their pretty face and kind heart hidden behind their hard exterior - they're very tired of having to hold up a strong personality all the time for their safety, and simply want to make people happy with their flowers. they're sweet and a little clumsy and are kind of similar to iris and hitomi in several ways, but they're a little more um. rough around the edges and awkward i guess? not to mention their japanese still isn't completely perfect despite having lived in japan for as long as they have (over 6 years). so he finds it all endearing in a weird way but it does take a bit before he has the "ogh fuck" moment, because he's a bit superficial underneath it all

jun is suuuuper supportive of iris and is also a big fan of a-set !! they want to meet her in person at some point - and they do!! mizuki is like their adoptive daughter and eventually they do take on a parental role for her, specifically in the 6 years that date goes missing between games. ota is okay, jun and ota do not get along very well and most of that has to do with them competing for otaku of the group

umm that's about all I can wrack my brain for right now but umm thank you for sending me this ask and happy new year to you!! 💙💜💙💜

#asks #self: ai #si: juniper #sorry this is so long i got excited 😭😭 im also trying to distract myself from the massive amounts of fireworks going off

[lutawolf]

I Will Knock You Episode 11 D/s point outs

I write the Dominant element in this review, while @thequeenofsastiel writes the sub element. I'll be linking her portion of the review tomorrow. So please look forward to that. Hope you guys have been enjoying!

The first scene immediately shows the attachment that Thi has gained for Noey. He doesn't argue about missing him and just tells him to go. We then see his mom step out on the balcony. He knows how his parents will feel about Thi, and he just isn't willing to go there. This shows a growth in Thi because before, he would have just given Noey up.

Then they get to the school and Noey knows his man. He is questioning what is wrong and then excited to hear it's Thi's parents. His friends can clearly see how in love Thi is and aren't arguing but seem like, wth. Sweet Jezebel and that damn Phayu. I love that Thi despite how rude Noey is now, doesn't argue. He just lets Noey continue putting his stamps of ownership.

Aww, not my baby gang. Don't hurt me like this. I wanna hug him!

I love that we are seeing the sensitive side of Noey. Seeing what it does to him to lose a submissive friend. Because a Dom that gives a shit is always going to feel that. Being a Dom doesn't mean never being vulnerable. You'd be a crappy Dom if you didn't care. "I'm here with you. Right by your side. I'm not going anywhere" Thi has truly blossomed in his subby side.

Thi has really grown. OMG, I love seeing it. Then mom and dad come out, and I already don't like them. That little head nod when Noey is so respectful. Not cool.

See! I told you they sucked, and not in a good way! I've only talked to another parent like that when my kid got put in danger or when their kid tries to bully mine. As a mom to two brats, it's been a struggle on the bullying front, luckily the middle child has his demon sister. Anyway, while Noey is a hoodlum, he is a hoodlum with a heart and code, so I would say she's done pretty damn good as a mom.

Look at Thi, look how much strength he has gained from being a sub. His Dom is that important to him that he stands up to his parents, who he normally never would. The fact that he didn't fight harder on the necklace was very unsub like, though. A sub will fight for their ownership object. Look at the way he stares at it.

I love the sister. Oh fuck, if a Dom thinks they did a shitty job as a Dom. They will spiral bad. He'll go right back to his old life if he truly believes that he isn't a good Dom. There we go, he's decided to fight. Ha! He calls and proves to Thi he is still his Dom. See how he is talking to Thi. This is what I'm going to do, and you just need to worry about your studies. Very Dom and very commanding. See how he is telling him how it's going to be. Agh!

They are so fucking cute! Thi saying that he's always enjoyed Noey's cooking. OMG. They are trying to kill me with the sweetness. Thi is so in love. It's like it keeps smacking him in the head. Anybody else noticed that Thi has started carting that one strand of hair? At least in the one scene.

Noey sucks as basketball, and let's hope he learned a lesson. Fucking baby Dom. "How could you go watch a movie with him. Who told you that you could go!" Tell me that's not Dom. He put down the law, he's giving him ten minutes. Punishment will be him dragging Thi back. And by now he has proven to Thi time and again that he means what he says. Notice that he now carries a phone around? That way, he can always be in contact with his sub. The back and forth sleeping, so cute.

Ahh, everyone is so cute and happy for months! Which actually does a lot to fix the separation concern. They have had time to establish. Expectations and guidelines should be known by now. No contact would do some damage, but constant contact with lots of visits would be doable.

And Noey's stupid ass listened to Thi's parents. Let's just hope Thi knows what's going on because that's the only thing that's going to keep him from spiraling.

Love you guys! Hope you enjoy! 💜💜💜

#i will knock you #i will knock you series #noeythi #noey x thi #noey watphlu #luta talks i will knock you #luta talks kink

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Not that I assume anyone cared or if it’s real but sorry I havent been here and probs won’t be anytime soon. For a few reasons:

Life’s hitting hard again. The family emergency i mentioned a few months ago was my mum getting diagnosed with breast cancer. Prognosis is good though but she starts radiation next week. I’m also stressing over money right now. And my job is sucking the life out of me. A coworker who hates me is suddenly /actively/ out to get me/trying to get me fired. My boss I’m sensing believes her/doesnt like me anyway and my manager, with her own shit going in, is trying to defend me. I’m also sick of this job and debating moving on, but because of this job im currently in the throes of feeling worthless and never good enough and lonely and all that cool vibes. Being on the verge of tears 24/7 is exhausting. Also its our busy season and omg its killing me haha.

Im trying to do video game things but i have a shoddy system so half the time it’s not working or logging achievements and its frustrating, which i dont need right now, obviously. (Stray is so fucking cute though omg and zurks are my nightmare fuel but god @giaussaidno thank you SO MUCH im having so much fun :’) )

On better notes - I’m also been asked to participate in a zine! I’m working with the @jdsszine team, so thats my current writing focus :) so probably no real fics in the meantime/until I finish my story for that. (Support them please! Lots of incredibly fucking talented folks are involved!)

And lastly, my papa (pronounced pa-PAAA) is coming next week! Because he worries for my mental health always, not like he helps or understands hahaha. And then a few weeks after that my best friend on the planet is coming to visit too. So ill be prepping and recovering from these adventures.

So I’m alive. Begrudgingly at this point. Or just out of spite. I dunno. I know I have a few asks right now and I’ll…..get to them. Otherwise I’m probably going to be heavily on the dl, or only reposting Stray art haha

#bee rambles #tbd #shut up me no one could care less

[erodasfishtacos]

omg loved that blurb!! now i would like to see y/n being bossy in the company, like what if she had a shitty day and she’s in the worst mood and just wants to see her husband (they’ve been married for like 2 months) for a while and then go home and relax but an employee is acting up and she just straight ass fires them !! and the employee is like “you don’t even have the authority to do that” and she goes like “oh i do, all of this is also mine” and harry is just watching her and gets soooo turned on

Actually She Can (mini blurb)

In all of YN’s time. She’d only fired one employee and that one alone. She’s not a business women despite owning fifty percent one of the biggest companies on the earth.

YN isn’t ever in the office for more than an hour and it’s never for anything other than to visit Harry or bring him lunch.

They’d been married for about two years at this point.

It’d been a rough day and she knew seeing Harry would make it better.

She had to pop into the urgent care due to slicing her hand while cutting watermelon. Resulting in four stitches on her left palm.

Then someone tapped their car right into YN’s bumper and even though there was only a chip of paint missing - the man was freaking out because he’d worried he’d get kicked off his insurance for hitting a £200,000 Bentley SUV.

YN had reached her limit for the day - which only occurs once in a blue moon. Harry was the only one who could relax her.

Plus he wanted to see her to kiss her hand better - if they’re being honest.

The lower level is bustling with hectic people in business suits and dresses. Like they’re all running late for something.

She manages to get onto the top level, Harry said he was just about done with a meeting in the conference room and to relax - maybe get a coffee from the break room and he’ll meet her in there.

YN does that, there was nice, expensive machine - that one that you could choose espresso, cappuccino, etc…

When the hot chocolate is brewing, a broader man steps into the room with her. She notices when he fixes his hair self-consciously.

He attempts to come off casual, “Hey there, are you new around here?”

“No, I’m not,” YN says shortly, not in the mood to deal with a sleazy dude in a suit too tight for him.

“I can show you around…” The man tries again, he leans against the counter and is a bit too much in her personal space.

“Can you step back? You’re too close,” YN grits with frustration, leveling up to the man.

He takes just one step back and puts his hands up, “Jeez, I’m just trying to be nice.”

She can’t handle this chauvinistic asshole, “No, I don’t want you to show me around. I truly do not want anything you have to offer me, so please leave me alone.”

Neither of them see Harry standing by the door, his instant reaction was to jump in but when he sees the fire in his wife’s eyes - he knows she has this handle.

“Good, I wasn’t interested anyways, bitch,” The man snaps, automatically defensive now that he’s gotten blatantly turned down.

Harry bristles but stays silent.

“I hope you weren’t interested in keeping your job. You’re fired,” YN hisses, staring him down with nothing but fury in her eye.

Harry is not ashamed to admit he was hard.

His wife was so fucking hot it didn’t make any sense. He wanted to press her up against that counter and….

The man barks out a laugh, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t fire me.”

Bingo. Harry’s turn.

“Actually she can.”

They both look over to him. YN with relief and Caleb with horror that his boss had obviously overheard the conversation.

“Caleb, I’d love for you to meet your other boss. My wife, Y/N Styles,” Harry’s voice is playful as he sends a subtle wink at his wife.

“I’m a-am so sorry,” Caleb stammers, not so tough anymore.

“H, can you give him the information for HR for unemployment? I’ll meet you in your office,” YN hums, flicking Caleb one last hostile look.

Harry is just….fuck. He can’t even explain the want he feels for the women in front of him.

—-

After dealing with Caleb, Harry is rushing back to his office.

Harry opens the office to his wife sitting on the one leather sofa with an annoyed expression.

He’s not embarrassed when the first words from his mouth are, “Get your arse over here, need t’fuck you. Now.”

#harry styles #ceo!harry #harry styles writing #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #smut

[mizunetzu]

omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

——

“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

——

Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he’s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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#haikyuu x male reader #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa #oikawa x male reader #haikyuu oikawa #hq x y/n #hq x reader #hq x male reader #haikyuu fic #oikawa x femboy reader #hq iwaizumi #hq oikawa

[makeste]

BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids​ for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

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