#this week has been rough idk maybe i’m rambling sorry

[kokoasci]

lines, maybe

#me when i cannot do lineart #i’m like. idk. struggling to figure out if my comps are cool or if everything i make looks the same #i kind of wish i had my old artstyle expression but i also like this one. i just don’t want things to look too boring/the same you know?? #this week has been rough idk maybe i’m rambling sorry #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #bsd #sketch #wip #kokoart

[lipglossanon]

i’m sorry i was gone for so long i thought my episode was better but life my depression fucked me in the ass with a cactus and no lube lmao but someone asked about priest leon and it triggered my writing urges again, i can’t promise consistency but i can promise he will fill you with something more than the holy spirit, i can’t tell you about the second coming cumming of christ but i can tell you about the third and fourth, he’s probably so happy being cooped up in the woods with no one else and i can really see him just having the unholiest vhs porn collection from like the 70s to 80s and a tiny ass tv that works in like one corner of the chapel and god does it echo so just imagine him being so unruffled by someone accidentally interrupting his self care and it’s the prettiest woman he’s ever seen the only woman he’s seen in months and he’s so eager to help you he just ~accidentally~ makes your car troubles worse and just ~accidentally~ has only one bed available and oops guess we have to share 🤭 he’s so touch starved and giving dark stepdaddy leon energy just noncon all the way, you wake up with him in you while being choked by the rosary he always keeps on and he’s just praying over your fucked out limp body and starts murmuring while kissing away your tears because he’s too big but he accidentally totally not on purpose slips it in the wrong hole and tears you causing you to bite down on his hand he shoves in your mouth while you scream but he doesn’t stop despite how tight your asshole is he just uses your blood as lube to make it less friction-y for him and he says he can’t get someone out to help with your car so you’re stuck with him for weeks and he’s does shit like hide your clothes so you’re either naked or in his clothes ugh 😩 i could ramble for ages about older priest leon 🤭

- 💀

(real dad leon has had me in a chokehold, pun intended, since my depressive episode started like imagine your parents got divorced and you’re spending the summer with your dad who’s getting paid leave because claire can’t believe he actually wants to spend time with his family totally not why readers mom divorced him and he sees you in bikini for the first time to just absolutely loose his shit and spend the entire time in the kitchen because the sliding glass door is the closest he can get to you without wanting to rail you and you notice your bikini goes missing before you do your laundry and he catches you snooping through his room to try and find it so he has to punish you 🫣 idk how rough he would be but i feel like i’ve sent enough asks in for the idea of what i would want to be there jsit insyert anything dark stepdaddy leon would do lol, i’ve also read your more recent fics and they’re so good!!!!! i love stepbro leon i would love to see more mean older stepbro leon who just bullies reader even in front of their parents and doesn’t even hide his arousal when he makes you cry like him pulling really sexual jokes and pranks on you to humiliate you because he can tell you like him 👀)

💀 anon!!!!!!! 🤩 🤩 welcome back!!! 💜

It has been many moons since you’ve been here!! I’m sorry that depression is getting to you, sending you lots of hugs!!! 🫂

Will put a cut as this reply gets long AF 🤣

AHSJGL 🫣 not him getting caught watching some cheesy porno 🤭 ugh just waking up with him already buried in your pussy is making my head 🥴 like maybe you were a little flirty with him after you saw him in such compromising way (and he’s not bad on the eyes 😜)

But it’s still unexpected when you wake up to feeling uncomfortably full, pussy stretched out and pulsing around his cock as he ruts into you slowly 😵‍💫 and he’s just telling you how well you’re taking it, how hot and wet you are, how much he needed this soft pussy wrapped around his dick 🥴

Painal (I think that’s what that is right? Ugh I probably should google it but I don’t wanna see the results 🤣) is 50/50 for me 🫣 it’s hot but at the same time I’m like drawing my body inward cause ouchie 😆 but him not caring and just needing to use a hole to cum? 🥵 yes please 🫣

AGSJVL not dad Leon getting mad when reader correctly guesses he took her bikini 🤭 ugh I love mean Leon so much so I’m kinda with you on that 😉 loves to spank her if she gets out of line; like makes her take her panties off so he can spank her bare ass 🥴 doesn’t matter that you’re too old for it; he’s still your dad and it’s his house

Mean stepbro!! I’ve made him softer as I keep writing him 😅 he can’t help it, he just loves reader now 😝

But yes, he’s the kind of bully who definitely puts his hand down on the couch cushion before you sit so he’s groping your ass/pussy before you jump up. Laughs it off to your parents in the room saying it was a joke. Pinches your nipples as he passes by you, playing it off as trying to pinch your side 🫣

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #priest!leon #real dad!leon

[akingdomofswordsandstories]

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

word count: 3193

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

Could it have been because of Elain? He knew the inner circle wasn’t stupid, they all saw him drifting more and more to Elain. Could that have been why you had distanced yourself? He would be lying if he said he didn’t like Elain, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t like you.

Your stubbornness. Your generosity. Your sense of adventure. The way you could get lost in the things you did.

Suddenly the door swung open and the others came into the room, worry written all over their faces.

Azriel could tell that Cassian and Mor had been crying on the way there.

“How bad is it?” Mor shook as she spoke. You could see the pain in her eyes. The worry she had for someone who was basically her sister.

Azriel’s expression was unreadable and he didn’t respond.

“Do you think she will make it?” Feyre asked, grief evident in her posture. “I- I don’t know” Azriel answered, “It was pretty bad,” he said quietly.

Just as he answered, Madja appeared from the other room. “She’s in rough shape, I don’t know if she’s gonna make it through the night. She lost a lot of blood.”

The room grew eerily quiet

“She’s stable for now, but I will stay here and notify you if any changes occur.”

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Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain went back to the townhouse to try and get as much rest as they could. Mor, Cassian, and Azriel decided to stay in your room with you.

Tears started slipping from Cassian’s eyes once he saw your fraile body lying in bed, barely hanging on.

“Oh mother” Mor sobbed out, a hand slipping over her mouth. She went over to the bed you were on, gently sitting on it and grabbing to hold your hand. She leaned against the headboard and watched as your chest heaved.

The trio sat in silence for some time, watching your every move, your breathes, whimpers, and shifts.

Azriel broke the silence.

“She’s my mate. All this time and I never knew.”, the sentence coming out as a whisper.

Shock was painted on Mor’s face. “Y/n’s your mate? How di-? When?”

“It clicked when I saw her body lying there.” his voice started breaking “Why did it have to happen right now. Of all the times. Why couldn’t it have happened months ago. I could’ve had more time. This never would have happened. How do I move on from this?” his voice ending on a whisper.

“All you can do is hope to mother that she has the strength to pull through.” Cassian replied softly. “You know, this whole situation is so ironic.”, he said softly to himself, lightly shaking his head.

Azriel gave Cassian a look of confusion, wondering what he was talking about, but decided to drop it for now.

“Anyway, let’s try to get some sleep and pray the morning holds better news”

Mor had dozed off, back against the headboard and hand still holding yours. Cassian was sitting in the chair, head resting on the palm of his head, it still took him a few hours to fall asleep completely. Azriel, however, couldn’t sleep. The thought of sleeping while you laid like this. He felt guilty, the feeling that he may have been too late. For the rest of the night, Azriel sat in a chair next to your bed, shrouded in darkness, hoping you would be ok.

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Sunlight peeked through the sheer blinds over the balcony door. The faint sound of birds singing flowed through the air. Light shined onto your face, causing you to groan. Groggily, you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light filling the room. Your head pounded and you winced as you shifted in bed.

“Y/n?” you heard a whisper. You mumbled in response. “Oh! Thank mother you’re alright! We were all so worried for you. Wait, let me call Madja now that you’re up.” Mor rambled on causing you to smile slightly. “CASSIAN!” she squealed “Wake up! Look! Y/n is awake!”

Cassian jumped to his feet at her shout. “Oh my god!” he ran over to your side “I was so worried, I’m so glad you’re alright” he said, taking your hand into his. “Let me go call the others, they’ve been waiting for an update.”

Soon after, the rest of the inner circle came over to your room to check in and Madja came to see how you were healing.

“That was quite the wound you had. Make sure to rest for the next two weeks. No buts, we don’t want this opening back up from stress or straining activity.”. You groaned at the thought.

“But I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal! I can go back to doing my duties in 2 days. I’ll be good as new.” you pleaded, trying to convince Madja and yourself. Before she could respond, Rhys cut in.

“You will do nothing of the sort. You just got stabbed for cauldrons sake, if i catch you trying to do anything remotely straining, i’ll lock you in your room and have Cassian stand guard in front of it”

“Fine” you grumbled out

“Now that everything is settled, i’ll be coming to check on you every few days.” Madja states before leaving

After a little more small talk was exchanged, the inner circle decided to leave you to rest a bit more, but promised they would visit you as frequently as they could.

Except, one person stayed behind.

Azriel.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Is something wrong?” you asked

After a hesitant pause his voice rang out. “We’re mates.”

You felt a blow to your chest. When did he find this out? As if Azriel had read your thoughts, he responded “Last night. After I found you.”

“Oh”

“But, Cassian said something, how it was ironic, and I can’t help but wonder how long you’ve known”

“I-, I told Cassian that we were mates yester-”

“But how long have you known y/n.” his voice quiet and sharp as a knife, as if tendrils of anger were waiting to escape

“Since the diplomatic mission Rhys sent us on”, you whispered. You could feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes

“That was months ago and you didn’t think to tell me?” You could feel the anger in his voice

“I thought you would have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry” tears started falling from your eyes

“You knew and said nothing. Why didn’t you say anything? You should have said something” he seethed. His anger was unhinged, a drastic change for the usually calm and collected shadowsinger.

“If you didn’t want to be my mate just tell me. I’d be glad to be rid of the bond.”. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. His anger dissipated. He looked up and saw your face, tears streaming down.

“I see the way you look at Elain, Azriel. I’m not some stupid fucking female. How do you think it feels to see your mate all over someone else. I wanted to give you a chance to find your own happiness without me burdening you with this. And if we’re being honest, if you had to choose between me or her, you would choose her. I knew you would be disappointed by me. I knew you wouldn’t want to be my mate, that's why I didn’t tell you.” your anger started boiling up. “Do you think it feels good to be rejected, especially by someone you’ve loved for a long time? I didn’t want you to be disappointed that I was your mate, the person you’ve waited so long for.” your voice tapered off at the end. “Can you leave please” you said softly

“No, wait, I’m sorry I-“

“Azriel. Get out.” your voice boomed through the room.

He left reluctantly, softly shutting the door behind him. Just as the door shut, the sobs that you had been desperately trying to hold back broke free. Your body shuddered as you hugged yourself, crying yourself back to sleep.

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During the following weeks, you avoided Azriel at all costs. As soon as he walked into the room, you would walk out. Any required conversations were kept short. You did anything you could to keep your mind off of him, cleaning, errands, hell you did it all. It certainly didn’t help your recovery, but you did what you could to keep your mind busy and off of Azriel.

“Y/n stop please. You need to rest, how many times do we have to tell you. You’re only making the healing process longer” Mor ranted on.

“I’m fine, I doubt a wound, which is almost healed by the way, would be damaged by me doing chores” you emphasized as you rolled your eyes

“Maybe not by chores, but it is affected by your stress”

A moment of silence passed.

“He feels terrible, you know, he didn’t mean to say it. He just wants to talk to you.”. Mor didn’t risk saying his name because she knew it would only anger you more.

“Well I don’t want to talk to him, or deal with him, or see him, or think about him. At all.”. You grumbled. Your heart clenched, but you brushed it aside.

“Y/n, please. I love you two and it hurts to see our family like this right now.”

“Please, can we drop it, I-“ your voice cracked

“Yeah, of course. Just… keep an open mind, maybe?”

“Yeah, ok” you looked down.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, for Rhys and Feyre’s dinner party.”

“Sounds good.”. You pressed your lips into a tight smile as you watched Mor walk off. You had definitely contemplated not going today. All of the inner circle certainly knew what happened, maybe not all the details, but still enough, which made you feel exposed. You weren’t use to having your emotions splayed out to everyone like that, and it made you too vulnerable. However, Mor had threatened to pull you to the party herself if you refused to go, so being complicit seemed like the best option.

It was just one night. You would be fine… right?

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It was nearing 8 as you finished getting ready for the party, which started at 8:30. You were wearing an olive green silk midi dress. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was still very elegant. And comfortable. You were touching up as Mor arrived.

“Ah, there she is, beautiful as ever.”

“I could say the same about you, darling” you emphasized

“Are you ready to go, I heard the party is getting started, and you know I wouldn’t want to miss all the cocktails”

A laugh mused on your face. You grabbed your purse before the pair of you winnowed to the house.

You arrived at the front door, scanning the scene when you got there. It was a cozy ballroom with french doors which opened up to a huge balcony leading to the gardens. There was a huge dining table in the center with plenty of space to mingle in clusters.

You hadn’t spotted Azriel yet, a sigh of relief leaving your body. You strutted in, arms linked with Mor, grabbing a drink off the platter. You weren’t even sure who or what this party was for, but you realized you had downplayed it after spotting Helion and Tarquin. The high lords in Velaris. But that was the least of your concerns, the only thing you were focused on was avoiding Azriel.

Spotting Feyre near Helion, you breezed over to say hi.

“Ah! Y/n! Helion, i’m sure the two of you have met a few times before!” Feyre smiled out

“Yes, I do remember you! I heard about what happened, how are you feeling?” He asked

“Much better than the last few weeks, that’s for sure. Although I must say, this alcohol is certainly helping” you giggled. “Well I just wanted to pop over and say hi, but I think I’m gonna go find Cassian now. It was so nice to see you again Lord Helion, enjoy your evening.”

“You too Miss Y/L/N”

You dipped your head towards the both of them before making your way through the room to find Cassian. Where was he for caldrons sake. You hadn’t seen him in a week because he had to go up to the illyrian war camps again. Pushing your way through the crowd, you bumped into a hard chest, spilling your champagne. Cursing to yourself, you started to apologize.

“Oh mother, I’m so so sorry, clums-“. Looking up your y/e/c eyes met strong hazel ones, which were burning into your soul. You felt your throat close up, starting to feel trapped in the crowed room

No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.

You knew it was only a matter of time before you would have to talk to him, but you couldn’t do it now. Before he could say a word, you pushed past him and bolted out to the balcony to get some fresh air. You had run to the corner, near the steps to the garden, out of sight from others. Taking deep breaths, you calmed your nerves. You would be ok, everything was fine. It would be fine. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

You decided to quickly go grab another drink before returning to the serenity outside. Leaning against the balcony, you stared out at the stars and the gardens. They were so beautiful, even in the winter, you thought to yourself. You basked in the silence, your thoughts drowning you.

Some time had passed before you heard footsteps approaching you on the balcony. You knew who it was without having to turn around, but you still couldn’t bear to be around him. You turned to leave but his hand caught your wrist, holding it firmly. You could feel the scars from his hands against your skin.

“Please. I just want to talk”

“What’s there to talk about Azriel, you made your feelings clear that day.”

“Just listen, please, and then i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you wish”

You sighed, nodding your head in defeat. You couldn’t keep balling up your emotions.

He led you back to the railing of the balcony before his grasp left your wrist. You tilted your head down looking at your feet and fiddling with your thumb.

“I spent 500 years pining after Mor because I was so afraid of maybe having a chance at love. I thought it was best to love someone who would never love me back so I wouldn’t get hurt. Then I met Elain. She helped me to open up more, and helped me to believe that happiness would be possible for me, with someone. I had given up on the idea of having a mate. I didn’t think I deserved one. I was ok with that and had accepted that.”

He let out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair, light curls falling onto his forehead. “When I saw you lying there and the bond clicked, I was so mad at myself. I shut out the possibility of having a mate for so long. You were my mate. My mate. I never thought I would be able to say those words.”

He paused.

“I was mad that you may not make it. I was mad that I didn’t find you soon enough. I was mad that we didn’t have more time. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I Just wanted you to be ok. And then when you told me that you had known for so long, I was angry. Angry that I hadn’t realized sooner, and angry that you kept it from me because you may not have wanted me or expected me to be your mate. And I snapped. Then you said the thing that I had least expected. You said you had loved me” He chuckled dryly. “I am so sorry, y/n, so very sorry.”.

His hand reached down to cup your face. He jerked your head up so you were looking at him. “What i’m trying to say is that I love you, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way anymore”.

The air had been knocked from your lungs. Your heart swelled and your eyes watered. Before you had realized what you were doing, your lips crashed into his. His mouth fit perfectly against yours. He was a breath of fresh air with a hint of mint. Azriel’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his body and he smiled against your lips. It felt so right. Everything about it. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you both pulled away, breathless. Your forehead rested against his.

You whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“I love you too”. As soon as the words left your mouth, he pulled you in for another kiss, his wings forming a cocoon around you. This one was more demanding. Passionate. A promise. You pulled away from his mouth and leaned against him, his arms wrapping around you.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Azriel said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small black box. “It’s your Solstice gift, I was trying to find a good time to give it to you.”, he scratched the back of his head.

You gently took it from his hand. The box had a red ribbon wrapped around. Undoing the ribbon, You opened the box to find one of the beautiful necklaces you had been admiring with Mor. “Oh my Az. Its so beautiful. I love it. How did you know?”

“I may have had my shadows follow everyone around to find out what they wanted.” he laughed out.

You smiled. “Will you help me put it on?”. Handing the dainty chain to Azriel, you brushed you hair aside. Baring your neck to him. His fingers ghosted the soft skin, clasping the necklace together. He tenderly placed a kiss next to your ear, causing butterflies to erupt.

You cleared your throat. “I think we’ve been gone long enough. Would you like to get some food, Azriel?” you smiled.

“I would love to, my darling mate.” he paused before darkly saying “I am especially excited for the part that comes after I eat.”. You lightly smacked his shoulder before the two of you made your way inside, beaming.

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[ynscrazylife]

Hi again! I don't really know if you want to write this request (most people don't like brutasha) but could you write (only if you want to) after AoU (Bruce didn't disappear) he decides to introduce Natasha (his gf) to his teen daughter (reader)? Idk, some platonic! Nat x reader and they trying to bond.

Honestly I don’t really ship Brutasha but I’m cool with this!

Step-Mom

Summary: After Avengers: Age of Ultron, Bruce Banner (Hulk) and Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) are dating. Bruce decides to introduce Natasha to his daughter, Y/N, and the woman and the teenager start to bond. By the end, Y/B is begging Bruce to make Natasha her step-mom.

Y/N Banner was the teenage daughter of Bruce Banner and his ex-girlfriend (before he became Hulk). Her parents had shared custody of her - Y/N living with her father for a week every other week. While Y/N did know her father was the Hulk and was an Avenger, she hadn’t known her father was in a relationship. Safe to say, when she found out, she was excited, and even more excited as in this very moment, her father was bringing over his girlfriend to introduce the two.

She was sitting in her room now, thinking about who the woman would be. A doctor like her dad? Maybe she was a SHIELD Agents - or maybe she was a completely ordinary woman. Well, Y/N’s wonderings were cut off when she heard the noise of the key turning and the door opening.

Immediately, Y/N leapt up and ran to meet her father and -

Black Widow??

Holy crap. Y/N stared in awe. Her father was dating Natasha Romanoff, another Avenger, and Y/N’s favorite superhero (don’t tell her dad).

“Hi Y/N,” Bruce greeted with a chuckle, seeing his daughter’s flabbergasted face. Natasha joined in with his laugh.

“How the - you’re dating Black Widow?” Y/N asked her dad, looking back-and-forth between the redhead and the brunette.

Bruce glanced at Natasha. “Yes, I am . . . You say that with such an overwhelming amount of shock,” he joked, feigning hurt.

Y/N blinked and composed herself, walking towards the two adults until she tripped over mid-air.

“She’s adorable,” Natasha whispered to Bruce before speaking louder to Y/N. “I’m Natasha, but you can just call me Nat.”

Y/N nodded. “O-okay. I’m Y/N,” she said, and then promptly stuck her hand out.

Natasha chuckled before shaking her hand.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other while I make lunch?” Bruce suggested, looking first at his girlfriend and then at his daughter.

“Sounds great!” Natasha said, before her attention focused on Y/N. “Can you show me your room?”

Y/N nodded and marched off, her heart racing. She led the spy into her room, which was covered with Avengers posters, most notably her dad, and other bands and pop-stars.

“I love your room,” Natasha observed, making Y/N smile as she closed her bedroom door.

“Don’t tell my dad, but you’re my favorite Avenger,” Y/N whispered, making the other woman laugh.

“I’m flattered,” Natasha said, before placing herself on the teenager’s bed. “Tell me about yourself.”

Y/N thought a bit before sitting next to Natasha. “Well, if my dad asks, I’m not dating. He’s always on me about that stuff. Ummmm, I love cats and dogs! Can’t choose between them. Oh, and I want to help people, like my dad, but I’m not that good with science. I’ve actually been wanting to maybe become involved with SHIELD . . . Until it sorta fell,” she said, not really sure how to explain herself.

“Sometimes I get . . . Worried about my dad. He’s hard on himself, and I worry that he’s going to get hurt or something. I know I have my mom, but she’s not too fond of him being an Avenger either, and she can be a little cold,” Y/N admitted.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I shouldn’t be unloading this stuff. It’s just that . . . You’re the first adult I can really talk to about this stuff. My friends help but they usually want autographs from the Avengers, and I had one friend only friends with me because of that.” Y/N stopped, realizing she was rambling on.

“Oh, no, honey, it’s fine!” Natasha quickly assured, and placed an arm around Y/N. “I know telling you not to worry about dad doesn’t really help, yeah? But honestly, he rarely gets injured injured, you know? He usually patches up the rest of us.”

Y/N nodded with a slight smile, feeling a little better.

“And that friend who was only friends with you for the autograph? They suck. You deserve so much better than that,” Natasha added, hugging her.

“Thanks,” Y/N said a little quietly.

“Well, I have a best friend named Clint, and I used to be a SHIELD agent. I’ve had a rough past, but your dad has really helped me turn it around and recognize self-love,” Natasha said.

The two continued to laugh and talk for the next fifteen minutes. Y/N told her what was going on in her life (insert whatever’s going on in your life here), and Natasha was able to comfort her, give her advice, and talk to her. In turn, Y/N inquired about Natasha’s life and about her dad, as it was sometimes hard to talk to him or know things about him with him being an Avenger.

It was then that Y/N got the idea to play a board game. They continued to play that until Y/N won, and suddenly she excused herself from the room.

“Dad,” she said, running into the kitchen. Her dad turned around from the kitchen counter. “You need to marry Natasha! Like, seriously. She’s AWESOME and she would be a great step-mom! Please, please, please.”

Bruce laughed, and then looked over his shoulder, spotting Natasha. Y/N turned around. She was grinning.

“Yeah, Banner,” she agreed with a smirk. “When are you gonna propose?”

Y/N squealed.

“You know, little Banner,” Natasha said, looking down at Y/N. “You make me laugh. Not too many people can do that. You’re great.”

Y/N had the biggest grin throughout the day, where she spent it eating with her dad and Natasha and talking until sunset.

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[duskholland]

I kinda want a first blurb of them first knowing about eachother. Maybe a toms pov??? Where haz is constantly talking about her and idk, I'd like to see their first impressions (without the bafta incident) play out. Love tfg

yes yes yes yes yes. I love this so much, thank you! parts of this are briefly mentioned in the main story, so getting to finally write out their bad first impressions was so much fun for me. 

status: pre-story; tom’s pov // read the fame game!

— tfg blurb night! —

“I’m telling you, Tom, she’s amazing. So talented and funny. Heart of gold, too. I think you’d really get on.”

Tom’s got a very fake, very forced smile on his lips, and he nods vacantly as he listens to Harrison prattle on about his new friend: you. Harrison doesn’t seem to realise that he’s been gushing about you for ten consecutive minutes, nor that Tom tuned out about eight minutes ago.

“Cool,” Tom adds. He’s reached the point where he’s just interjecting a filler word every few minutes, adding to Harrison’s otherwise one-sided conversation.

“Yeah, really cool,” Harrison replies.

Tom’s distractedly staring at his phone, scrolling through Twitter, liking a few tweets as he goes. His eyebrows furrow as he looks at a particularly funny thread, smiling as he likes it. In the background, Harrison’s continuing to speak.

After about a minute, Tom feels Harrison kick him - hard.

“Ow, you prick!” Tom mutters, looking up angrily. The two men are sat at their kitchen table, Harrison’s opposite Tom, arms crossed over his chest. “What was that for?”

“You’re not listening to me!” Harrison whines, frowning at Tom. “I’m trying to tell you a story, and you’re just ignoring me.”

Tom feels guilty as he looks at Haz’s wide, blue eyes.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, putting down his phone. “You’ve just been rambling on about Y/N for ages, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me, so it’s hard to stay interested.”

Harrison pulls a face. “What?” He asks, looking at him with confusion on his face. “But you’ve never met her.”

Tom nods. “I know, but I reply to her Instagram stories sometimes, and she opens them and never says anything back.” 

It’s quite disheartening, actually. When Tom had got the notification that you’d followed him, he’d seen that as a green light to try and initiate something with you - a friendship, perhaps, or maybe something more. So he’d taken to leaving comments on your posts and always, always, replying to your stories - only to draw up a blank every single time.

“Well, if that’s the only thing she’s done to give you that impression, then I think you’re reading into it too much.” Harrison grabs Tom’s phone from the table and unlocks it, moving it out of Tom’s grasp before he can do a thing. “Here, I’ll give you her number. Just text her when we’re back in LA and see if she wants to meet. I’m sure she’d be down.”

Tom eyes his friend sceptically, gnawing over his lower lip. There’s turmoil in his heart - churning continuously. His desire to pursue a relationship with you fights against the humiliation of being left on read, but after a moment’s contemplation, he sighs in agreement.

“Fine,” Tom agrees. “But only because she’s your friend.”

———

A month later, Tom’s back in America, Harrison at his side. He’s here on promo, hurrying from interview to interview, doing the rounds through the television stations. He’s on cloud nine, but he’s tired, which is why he’d turned down Harrison’s offer to go out to a bar with a few of his friends.

Tom’s alone, and it’s late. He’s scrolling through Instagram, and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead as he opens Harrison’s story and sees you staring back at him. As Tom clicks through the whole thing, there’s only more - you and Harrison, you dancing in the bar, Harrison smiling at you. Tom groans, and when the story runs out, he opens up his texts and goes to his conversation with you.

Maybe ‘conversation’ is a bit too kind. The screen shows two messages, but they’re both from Tom, and both left on read - again.

Tom: Hey Y/N, it’s Tom Holland. Harrison gave me your number, so I thought I’d drop you a message just to say I’ll be in town next week if you were free and wanted to grab a drink? Big fan of your work.

Tom: Hi again, just wondering if you saw my last message…?

Tom groans, tossing his phone aside and pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He knows - or, rather, hopes - that he hasn’t done anything to annoy you. You’ve never met each other, never communicated - nothing. And yet, you’re continuously avoiding him, and now you’re hanging out with his best mate without him.

It’s bewildering.

The front door slams shut, and Tom sighs as he hears Harrison enter the house with a clatter. He stands up, walking through to the porch where he leans up against the doorframe and watches his friend hop about, trying to pull off his shoes and jacket, and getting stuck in the process - jacket half hanging off, one shoe discarded in the middle of the room.

“Had fun, Haz?” Tom asks, smirking. Harrison jumps, looking up, and Tom scoffs as he takes in how red and bloodshot his eyes are.

“Yeah,” Harrison murmurs, “Fucking great. Just had… A bit too much to drink, I think.” He looks down, glaring at his shoe. “Stupid fucking thing won’t come off.” He waggles his leg, and Tom sighs.

“Stay still,” he mutters, dropping to the floor in front of Harrison. As he unpicks his best mate’s incredibly knotted laces, he asks, “Y/N was there. Did she mention me?”

Harrison hums. “Yeah, yeah. I told her what you said- y’know, about thinking she was rude for ignoring you. She didn’t really like that.”

Tom feels his blood run cold, fingers slacking. “You told her what?”

Harrison blinks down at Tom, shrugging. “Yeah, sorry mate, I realised once I said it that I fucked up. But- but if it’s any consolation, she said it wasn’t intentional. Apparently, she’s just been busy.”

Tom sits back on the floor after he’s pulled off Harrison’s shoe, glaring at his friend.

“But she probably thinks I’m a dickhead now,” Tom complains. He watches as Harrison goes back to wriggling out of his jacket.

“Eh, I mean… I told her you just wanted to be friends, but she was quite hung up on it.” Harrison bites his lip before staggering over to Tom, pulling him off the floor and giving him a rough pat on the back. “Look, mate. You’re both going to the BAFTAs soon, right? Just make up then. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Tom sucks in a breath, and he has to try very hard to bite back a snarky comment.

“Fine,” he mutters. “But Haz, if what you’ve told her has fucked up our relationship, then-”

“Oh, it’ll be fine.” Harrison’s twirling a hand through the air, but behind the carefree drunken buzz, Tom knows his friend is nervous. “You’ll get on great, Tom. You’re so similar.” He nudges him, grinning. “I think you guys could be a lot more than just great friends, you know.”

Tom rolls his eyes but finds himself smiling fondly at his friend nonetheless.

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” he says, wrapping an arm around Harrison. “You’re just talking shit now.”

#:)) #tfgblurbs #idk what to tag this as lmao #tom holland x reader #read the main series tho #anonymous

[wordupcomics]

Word Up, Return to Fair City, Batch 4 (finally)

sorry I didn’t get this up last night like I said I would...I basically collapsed from exhaustion (I’m very sleep deprived) 

I’ve finally got this done!-- 2 and a half months, one dog surgery, 10 weeks of recovering, one grandma moving into a care facility, about 20 grandma tantrums about the move, one home state on fire, 3 days of evacuation threats, 2 days of orange skies, one week of the worst air quality in the world, one job application, one awkward moment where my boss might have over heard me scheduling an interview to the place I applies for a job for and 7 days of my work reopening in the most inefficient way possible later--I finally finish it! *strained smile*

Am I proud of these pages? No, I’m just glad they’re done. They’re not terrible I guess, and there are a few things I like about them, but certainly not my best work. My biggest issue is when Becky asks to speak to Tobey privately they go through the door to the basement, which is Tobey’s lab, and I choose the most unflattering angle to show the staircase down to the lab. idk what I was thinking

And there’s also a moment that I felt might be out of character for Bob, but I’ll talk about that at the end of this post

EDIT: After posting I noticed the first panel on page 7 has a line being said by said by Becky instead of Julie because the speech bubble is backwards. A good thing to know when reading 😂😂😂😂

Start of this story

Last batch of pages

Sorry this took so long! I hope everyone enjoys it!

I was so worried people weren’t going to like Theo at first because of scenes like this where he’s just being a little piece of crap, but I no longer, care! I’m enjoying Theo being a little brat XD

Batch 5

Thank you for reading and for your patience with this batch! Me rambling about these pages under the cut!

So perhaps Bob scaring Julie with the origin story of Dr. Two Brains is a little out of character. After all, he was there when Becky was four and ought to know toddlers aren’t the bravest people, and frankly he was one of the most easily frightened characters in Wordgirl. But I wanted Bob to have a rough start with everyone in Becky’s family and scaring Julie is the only logical way to get off on the wrong foot with here. And I was thinking about it, and maybe it’s not as ooc in Word Up. Since Bob was often more easily frightened than Becky, he probably assumes her kids have a similar level of bravery, and I think it’s safe to say Bob’s been through things that have made him braver in general. So I think he still has this mindset that he’s the more scared one, so if he doesn’t think something is too scary it should be fine, right? But in actuality his idea of scary has changed without him really realizing it. I say as Bob gets so started by Alice in following panels that he falls from his chair XD

I also always have @newsiegirlscout​ review these before posting, and she thought it odd that Becky just brushed off Tobey’s concerns, despite knowing and even acknowledging that abandonment is a sensitive topic for Tobey. Well it’s important to note that Bob is an equally sensitive topic for Becky. In their argument, its basically each of their greatest emotional pains coming into conflict with each other. Becky is so happy about Bob being back that her entire judgment is clouded for a good chunk of Return to Fair City. 

Anyway, thank you all again for your patience with this batch! I apologize for the wait! I hope you enjoyed it regardless!  

#word up #wordgirl #becky botsford #becky botsford mccallister #bob botsford #tobey mccallister #theo botsford mccallister #julie botsford mccallister

[chaoticspacefam]

2020 In Review: Wordcount Tag

I was tagged for this by @actualanxiousswampwitch​ , thank you! I’m not sure who’s already done or been tagged for this cause I am, once again, late to the party LOL but I shall (no pressure and sorry if you’ve already done it!) tag: @rainofaugustsith​ , @darth-bagel​ , @thatmmolesbian​ , @thelastenvoyyy​ and anybody else who wants to do this. Yes, I promise I mean you!

Words: 45,314

Published: 0 (I’m not counting the couple of Six Sentence tags I’ve gotten, they’re snippets of an unfinished piece & are included below instead :), or roleplay replies, cause that feels like cheating lol.) I actually wrote a lot more than I thought I had, this is a rough guesstimate as well, as my oneshot WIPs tend to be all over the place across something like 6 different documents, some of which have existed since 2018, so I had to guess at how far up to count from the end for some of them, but I think it’s a fair guesstimate XD I also have included lore/worldbuilding docs in this because that was a 3-month long Lockdown 1.0 Boredom/”Canon is a trash fire so I’m ignoring that and making up my own lore” passion project and I’m goddamn proud of how much I wrote for that. It’s the most I’ve written in one stretch (think I finished it over a span of 3 nights or so, once I’d done all the research and made all the notes ofc ^^)

Not Published: 45,314

The Breakdown:

swtor - 45,314

for creeping shadows (my main longfic/part one of the subterfugeverse series) - 1,553  - Aria, stop being difficult! *shakes fists* XD

oneshots - 16,223

lore/worldbuilding (for subterfugeverse naturally) - 23,001 (is this ALL tomato alien lore? pretty much, yes, yes it is :’D ~400 words is “the WIP reworked timeline to correlate my worldbuilding with the canon timeline that was released”, but 98% is just...me thinking way too much about Purebloods and how they deserved way better goddamn lore. I blame @fluffynexu ‘s amazing tomato worldbuilding posts,  reading them when I went looking for “canon” lore one day for the rp is what got me started down that rabbithole (it’s awesome and if you haven’t already you should totally go check hers out too :DD), I had a “fuck you then canon I’ll do it myself too >:L” moment and once I started I couldn’t stop until I’d crapped out literally over 20k words on the subject *whispering* thank you LOL)

zephyrverse au bonus oneshots - 4,537 (stuff I wrote to fill in time gaps or “just cause I had a plot bunny”, relating to mine and k-christine’s zephyrverse au rp. None of these will likely be posted publicly, but they still deserve to be counted as words I wrote this year :’D

As you can see, most of my “muse” this year came from sporadic oneshots :’D The Ahaszaai twins also properly plot-bunnied their way into my brain in late 2019 and haven’t stopped making a nuisance of themselves the whole fucking year. Every time I tried to carry on with a chapter, one of the two of them would pop up like “Nooo write about ME! pay attention to ME!” - Yes, Ni’kasi, I will get to you this year, I promise XD

New Things I Tried:

Just Writing. Not worrying about whether “it wasn’t part of the next chapter” or “it comes from a part in the story that I’m nowhere near close to posting yet”. If I felt like writing something, or for a specific pairing/feeling/scene, whatever. I wrote until I ran outta muse juice. Yeah, it meant I didn’t technically “finish” anything this year BUT - the important thing is I wrote stuff. and that’s all that really matters, eh? :’D

Polyam ships! May not seem like a big deal but I spent a long time talking myself out of them because of internalised toxic monogamy and finally saying “you know what, fuck it! I can ship three or more people together and it can still be a perfectly wholesome, healthy and loving relationship and that’s okay” was a BIG thing for me this year.

Dialogue Scripts: which I didn’t count as wordcount because really it’s just word vomit of general tone/inflection and dialogue that I came up with right before falling asleep which I didn’t want to lose. Basically, if an exchange or a particularly punchy or moving line of dialogue popped into my brain but I wasn’t ready to write the whole scene that it fit into out, but didn’t want to forget the line(s). I wrote it out in movie script/script-style roleplay fashion e.g. Character’s Name: (emotion, hand gestures etc.) [Dialogue here] and so on. I know this is probably a well known trick of the trade, but I never took it seriously until this year. Seriously, do it. It’s great.

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

Hmmm, a snippet for Andronikos/Ni’kasi that I started this week which isn’t posted yet (saving it for this week’s Six Sentence Sunday so look out for it! :D) was pretty fun to work on, I love their dynamic and Kas is suprisingly fun to write for.

Also the Aria/Vano proposal scene that I posted a snippet for the week before last. I’m having great fun with that scene, and I really enjoy putting a non-serious spin on the classic “proposal scene” tropes. Can’t wait to finish it, though it may be a while before the full one goes up on AO3, as it depends whether it ends up fitting in as part of the mainfic or as an additional oneshot

And I have a D’leah/Kissai oneshot that I need to give another once-over before I finally yeet it onto AO3 and Tumblr for you guys to see :’D

Favorite Fic I Read:

@sleepswithvillains Eleanora/Quinn fic, Helplessly Hoping. I’m horribly behind on chapters and I gotta catch up and read the finale this week, but it’s been a helluva great ride and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the story! <3

Also The Invitation collab with @tishinada featuring Zas and Fiona had me squealing, I can’t wait to catch up on HH and see more of these two, they’re adorable ;-; @a-muirehen​ ‘s Relu/Merkara series of course! I’m a complete sucker for (friends to lovers to in Ariano’s case but yea pfpfpf) enemies to lovers ships and these two are just so good, I am on the edge of my seat every time we get a new snippet for them, ngl (grimace emoji) @darth-bagel ‘s Sylvas/Graz’zt and Sylvas/Liz/Rilfaen snippets which they’ve been spoiling me with on Discord @mercurypilgrim ‘s Ven’fir/Quinn AU oneshots, Cloudbank (Western was a particular favourite, but all are very good!) and of course @rainofaugustsith ‘s Lana/Viri updates are always fantastic, some personal favourites from this year were Almost There & Memory of Healing :3 (I totally still go back to read Commander & Advisor too sometimes, getting to see Viri be a little diabolical and messing with “MiNiSTeR LoRMaN!” was and still is my favourite thing XD)

If I’ve left you out I’m sorry!! These were the ones that stuck out in my memory, but I’ve loved everyone’s writing this year, it’s been great :3

Writing Goals:

to actually finish and post chapter 8 & 9 of Creeping Shadows. Then we’ll get to the meat and potatoes of the story and maybe Aria will stop being a brat and fighting me every time I try to stick to a semi-regular update schedule Get off my butt, finalise the name and get started on Ni’kasi’s part of the Subterfugeverse story. Maybe run the updates in-tandem with Creeping Shadows but idk if I want to wait till after CS is done before I start posting Kas’s side, or do them side-by-side yet, we’ll see ;) Keep writing! I know better than to pressure myself by setting a specific word count goal, that’s never worked well in the past

At least 2 chapters of each of the works mentioned above would be great though, more would be better! We’ll see how I go

Words of Thanks:

honestly, to everybody in the fandom I’ve met this year. Anybody that I follow, thank you for being there and engaging with me and/or posting amazing content for me to look at! I came over from deviantART where the SWTOR fandom is incredibly small and generally quite inactive and the contrast since moving over here has been incredibly uplifting. I very nearly cancelled Creeping Shadows and stopped posting fic for my SWTORverse altogether because I got next to no engagement on dA and it was very disheartening to the point where I felt I could enjoy the game and the rp partners I had, but the solo projects I’d put so much thought, time and love into already weren’t worth continuing. You guys took that spark and kept it going and I really don’t have enough words to say how grateful I am for that. Even if I haven’t published much this year, making posts on this tumblr, interacting with everyone and working on lore, plot points and so on for Subterfugeverse has kept me going through the Hellish Year of Nightmares that was 2020 <3

to the amazing new friends I’ve made in this past year, who have listened to me ramble about headcanons, character backstories, writing snippets (and rambled/sent some back), keep being awesome: @walk-ng-d-saster , @darth-bagel , @kyber-heart , @deepseacritter , @thedinalixlegacy to further friends and meme tag buddies, I get so excited every time I see a mention for a new meme or ask game in my inbox, so thank you!! : @mimabeann , @palepinkycat , @a-master-procrastinator , @raven-of-domain-kwaad , @actualanxiousswampwitch , @thatmmolesbian , @a-muirehen to my regular commentors/rebloggers/likers/askbox lurkers, I see every one of you and every time your users pop up I grin like a kid in a toy shop: @starlightjedi , @sparkles-and-rust , @wilvarin-chan , @sunsetofdoom , @ask-an-andalite , @thelastenvoyyy . @lyrishadow and more because Tumblr only goes so far back and I have the memory of Swiss Cheese. If you regularly comment, like, reblog, or anything, from me, know that I see you, and I love and appreciate you for it! <3

I couldn’t possibly remember to tag everyone and I promise if I missed you out it’s not because I hate you! Anxiety just sometimes be a bitch and I don’t wanna look like a clown calling someone a “friend” if I’m not explicitly sure we are, in fact, friends. I think you’re all awesome and I’m so glad to have moved over here and met you all <3

#long post #wordcount year review tag #elven's writing: stats #repost bc i goofed some links woops sorry everyone #^^; #will i eventually post any of this stuff? yes! #i will. i just...don't know *when* the time will be right for most of it hahaha #the only bits i won't post are the zephyrverse-specific oneshots cause i just don't feel like i want to #but everything else will (eventually) in some capacity be thrown into the void for all of you to read #shameless friend appreciation post #shameless mutual and follower appreciation post #<3 #swtor sort of

[animechick2015]

My Hero Academia- My Unwanted, Long Ass Ramble That Absolutely No One Asked For......

So being at home 🏡 due to mostly COVID-19 and a crumbling economy, I decided to rewatch all of my favorite animes, from Bungou Stray Dogs, Inuyasha, Demon Slayer, Fairy Tail and finally My Hero Academia. Once again I was entranced by the bright colors, spectacular animation and lovable characters that Kōhei Horikoshi-Sensei created. But coming to the end of the recent Season 4 a revelation came to me: I just don’t like Deku as the main character 😱.

I know. I know. I must be certifiably insane not to love such a cinnamon roll, with his cute freckles, messy green hair and 1,000,000 megawatt smile. But it’s true. I have no interest with him as the main character. After this new discovery I decided to think why I didn’t like him and the reason was simple: he’s predictable or rather his story is.

From the on set we were told that he’s going to be the greatest hero ever. Every arc that he’s been in he comes out on top with a new increase usage of his power. After finishing Eri’s arc I was just like ‘huh, is it going to be more seasons of this?’ Now for those of you thinking well you just watched the anime, you should read the manga.....I read it religiously every week. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing you can bet I’ll drop everything I’m doing just to read and re-read that chapter; find myself on tumblr and read all the fan theories and musings about said chapter. So i know what’s going on in the manga and once again I just like meh he’s going to be on top anyways why should I bother getting invested 🤷🏽‍♀️

Dammit Deku don’t look at me like that 🥺.

I still love him and I am proud of how far he’s come but I just can’t find it in myself to get hyped up for him.

So who do I get hyped up for? Well I’m glad you asked ( I know you didn’t but here it is anyway hehe)

Bakugo Katsuki

The gremlin of Class 1-A. King Explosion Murder. Future Number 1 Hero (I wish). Before anyone can finish asking who my favorite character is in MHA I’ll blurt this angry boi’s name. There’s just something about that drew me in from the very first episode/chapter. Yes he was a JERK, bully and ok he was an absolute asshole to Deku but there was something that kept me thinking I want to see more of this asshole. In the beginning, I thought he was going to be another Sasuke type character: join an evil group at the first chance, battle the main character throughout and eventually find his way back to being good and I was like meh. But then the Sports Festival arc happened and I was oh, this boy’s got potential so I took off my Naruto googles and started to really looking at him. If I’m honest, the first time I saw him as a hero was during his fight with Uraraka. I got so hyped during that match that I was standing and cheering, tears in my eyes for the both of them! When the spectators started to complain about Bakugou being too rough with Uraraka I was about to throw hands with fictional characters. Then when Aizawa gave his speech about Bakugo giving his all and respecting Uraraka and I was sold.

Since then I’ve been an avid supporter of his. During the Kamino arc I was worried but also impressed that he was able to go up again members of the League of Villains and was smart enough to realize that he was holding All Might back from going all out again AFO. His fight with Deku was emotional and I was a sobbing mess. Him going through the Hero License arc with all that guilt showed me his determination to being a hero. Even though he wants to portray that he doesn’t care about anyone but himself, he shows time and time again that he cares about Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero. He’s observant with Todoroki and Endevour during the Support Courses. He pushes Deku. He has so many layers as a character that I want to know more about him. Do I think that maybe he should’ve been the main character, yes I do. But I’m ok with him being a support character as well. I can’t wait to learn more about him and to see him be the amazing hero I know he’ll be.

Uraraka Ochako

Ok this girl right here 👆that’s my sunshine girl and no one is allowed to mess with her. Got it?? Seriously, I love this girl. She radiates warmth, hugs and pure unadulterated happiness. Just something about her face just makes me happy and I just wanna squish her round cheeks. Ok ok I’ll stop.

But seriously she is such an underrated character. I know for a fact she gets a lot of unnecessary hate because one: for being Deku’s love interest (I’m not really invested in their relationship tbh but if it happens I’ll be cool with it) and two: her reason for being a hero is to make money. Funnily enough the reason why she’s most hated by fans is the reason why I love her so much. She’s a young girl from a poor family who just wants to make her parents happy and I relate to that so much it made me want to cry when I first learned of her reasoning. Out of all the characters in the MHA world I connected with her the most. In addition, what I admired about her is that yes, she does have feelings for Deku but she’s able to put them aside and follow her goals. Like damn it who wouldn’t admire that? Who can’t relate to pushing their feelings aside to accomplish their goals? I seriously love this girl. Also, I love that she doesn’t limit hereself. When she started U.A. she wanted to be a support hero because of her quirk but after her fight with Bakugo she saw the potential to be more and she took it, trained and made herself better. She really is an inspiration. I hope we get to see more of her in action and maybe even lead a fight instead of being support. I can’t wait to see her grow and blossom into a badass ass woman who kick your ass while looking like an angel sent from above.

Shigaraki Tomura

Finally, this crusty boi gets me so hyped whenever he’s on screen or in a manga chapter that it’s probably unhealthy. From the very first time I saw him at that bar with those creepy ass hands covering his body I was intrigued to say the least. Every time I see him, I’m silently (not really) begging Horikoshi-Sensei to give me more of him. There was just something about him that screams more.

Fast forward to the Villain arc (one of my favorites tbh) and we learn more about his history and what he had to endure and dammit I just wanted to hug him. It’s so easy to hate the bad guys for hurting people but do we stop to think about who hurt them? And my boy was hurt a lot.....from his family (the ones who were supposed to protect him), the heroes (whose literal JOB IS TO PROTECT PEOPLE!), AFO (don’t get me started on that creepy bastard). And then suddenly I was supporting the villain. A part of me wants Shigaraki to succeed because if he does the hero society will admit their many flaws and idk maybe get rid of the hero vs villain Society that caused problems for generations 🤷🏽‍♀️ just a thought. Honestly if Shigaraki was the main character of this story I think it would’ve been much more interesting. I would definitely like to see more of him and I really want him to shake the hero society to the core.

So there it is.... my unwanted, unnecessary (if we’re being honest here) ramble about MHA. What started as a post about not liking Deku as the MC turned into......this. I’m sorry 😭. But once again I’m not hating on Deku. I love my little broccoli boi and I’ll be supporting him until the time he does indeed become Number One (maybe I’ll get myself a pair of red sneakers to match Deku’s before that happens), but there’s so many more characters that hold my interest other than him. I wish I could’ve listed them all but frankly I’m tired and hungry and I need to take a shot of something after this week’s chapter because Oh My God!!

Anyways, if anyone made it this far down my post, thank you for reading, please don’t be mean and have a great week!

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #deku #bnha uraraka #urakara ochako #bakugou katsuki #king explosion murder #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #my ramblings #please dont bully me #my thoughts #long ass post #sorry lmao

[avelera]

Oof, ok, I deleted about 500 words from near the end of the night of writing last night, just some back and forth between Nicky and Joe that didn’t quite take it in any direction I wanted to go in and wasn’t good enough to feel bad about cutting. 

The bit about “how they met” was left in though because it really is the event I think Crusader Nicky would have the most connection to and want to know the most about. After all, he saw the beginning of their fight he just doesn’t know how it ended or anything after he died the first time. 

He’s also curious about stuff like what was Joe thinking about HIM that day, like he noticed Joe up on the wall, did Joe notice him? (Crusader Nicky had a crush even if it was one of those crushes where you think you hate the other person because you just FEEL so much around them, and Joe is finding it secretly endearing as hell that this murderous knight version of Nicky is so obviously asking if Joe liked him back without seeming to realize that what he felt for Joe was a crush). 

(Below the cut is a bunch of rambling as I work through how to write an emotional climax for this story that isn’t just a giant info dump so we can go from there to the physical climax of the story.)

But then the next thing I realized I need to do is come up with my own timeline of how they ended up together. Obviously there’s a lot of great takes out there, but I want one unique to this story. I don’t want them to have stopped being enemies right away, because there has to be a legit reason for Joe to be scared when Nicky forgets everything, they didn’t just run away together off the battlefield or otherwise it would be tragic  to lose 900 years of Nicky’s memory but at least they’d still be in love. 

No, what Joe is staring down the barrel of is decades of winning Nicky back based on their first time, at best, and that was with a path to them ending up together that was so unlikely and complicated that he’s genuinely scared that it might be impossible to replicate. 

Like, they were both 30-somethings when they met, on either side of the same war. Sure there were a lot of differences but also a lot of similarities between where they were in life. Now he’s 900+ years old and has an immortal’s perspective on the world while Nicky is 33 and a religious fanatic. If Nicky doesn’t get his memory back, how the heck are they going to have anything in common anymore? Will it even be possible to rebuild? And if they can, will it take another 50 years for Nicky to go through the personal journey needed to be someone who could love Joe back?

Now, the 50 years number was a little bit random, and if I come up with a better timeline I’m not against subbing it out. Right now, though, I’m trying to figure out what 50 years means against the wider backdrop of the Crusades 1-3. 50 years is about how long it was before the Second Crusade, which was a disaster for the Europeans, was called. So I’m kinda seeing a version of events where Nicky:

1) was horrified by the sack of Jerusalem and felt the need to do penance by staying in the Holy Land (and sending word back to his family that he’d died there, which isn’t actually a lie) 

2) He was there for the founding of the Crusader States and feels some responsibility to make this new Christian Jerusalem work and maybe not repeat the sins of its founding but 

3) as time goes on and the Crusader States get more political and less spiritual, he gradually loses his investment in making them work as a state institution and is really only interested in preserving the safety of pilgrims in the Holy Land, which is after all the people he SET OUT to protect. 

4) So when he hears that the Second Crusade is being called he’s just fucking DONE with EVERYTHING. Europeans fucked this whole thing up and it sounds like it’s just going to happen AGAIN, so he goes rogue and just becomes this sort of reverse highwayman with no allegiance to anyone who protects travelers and pilgrims.

5) Throughout all of this, Joe has been on the Fatimid side of the conflict, fighting the good fight against the Franks and the Turks, occasionally reinventing himself when it becomes clear he doesn’t age (there’s definitely a version of events that could exist where his first 50 years is ALSO immensely complicated, but I’m not sure it serves THIS particular story). 

But the whole time, he and Nicky just keep RUNNING INTO each other. It’s like Coyote and Roadrunner, he just can’t get AWAY from this guy! - Which is kind of my “oh yeah this fic was supposed to be a comedy” way of explaining their enemies-to-lovers arc. So by the time he encounters reverse-highwayman Nicky he’s just like, “I can’t NOT bring him home, look at him, he’s disgusting and hasn’t bathed in weeks and has no idea how to live outside a city but bless him he’s trying for his own crazy moral reasons.”

That’s what I was up to, but I kinda realized in the process what was really happening: Nicky’s redemption arc. Joe couldn’t realistically forgive this guy until Nicky hit rock bottom in not forgiving himself for being an invader. With him becoming a smelly vagrant after being a shiny murderous knight, we’ve finally had his whole arc from actual villain to former villain who has put in the work towards his own redemption.

Now, Nicky’s not just going to switch sides immediately and join the Fatimids, he still has some loyalty left to his side, but that does come eventually (with Saladin, my history crush is showing, he just seems like someone Nicky and Joe would work with idk). So you’ve got this couple decades in the middle I guess where Joe is still on the Fatimid side but Nicky is a free agent? Then after Saladin dies, they both leave the Holy Land because they’re so DONE with the constant fighting and also it’s been 100 years and the conflict is beginning to look less like anything that was happening when they were still mortal? None of this is really in the fic it’s just a rough sketch I keep in my head for what Joe knows about the first 100 years of his and Nicky’s immortality. 

But to pivot this SOMEHOW to flirty/sexy times, I gotta get them on the topic of like, when did we stop killing each other and start making out, because without the war hanging over them Crusader Nicky is very curious about the making out part. So I guess... probably what happened is yeah, Joe took Nicky in because the poor guy was pathetic and also there was this crackling sexual tension they’d had on the battlefield, and also Nicky has clearly hit rock bottom and done literally 50 years of penance so maybe he really is sorry. I don’t think Nicky showered and they just immediately jumped into bed, but I can see another fic where there was crackling sexual tension in Yusuf’s home that was frankly unbearable before it finally broke a few weeks or months later.

OR, I could see a version where they’d had sex before, after a battle, but still parted ways so that’s kind of crackling between them too (maybe it was even more than once) but this living together thing is a whole new level of “let’s give this a shot without stabbing each other for once, hmm?”

Hmm, much to think about. 

#maggie's writing progress #tog fic

[hypnosis-micrpohone-things]

If its alright, a headcanon about the Matenrou having female twins? Like one where Jakurai would have sister who looks a lot like him or one where Doppo would have a twin that looks like him except she doesn't have eyebags and not constantly tired or maybe when Hifumi's gynophobia isn't severe because he has a twin sister? Idk, i'm curious about this one but it seems interesting too, no? Ah sorry, i rambled oof.

Ooh, interesting! Though, I’m just picturing female versions of the characters...

Matenrou with Female Twins

Jakurai

How can you tell Jakurai and his twin apart? His twin is about half a foot shorter with natural colored hair.

Other than that they are identical. It’s crazy. She always wears her hair tied up, though.

During the TDD days Ichiro and Samatoki actually ran into his sister by accident. They were so freaked out.

Ramuda knew all about her. They were actually quite close until the group disbanded, but they still keep in touch.

His sister is just as intelligent as he is, although I feel like she would have gone a different route in terms of her occupation. I could totally see her as a lawyer! And a great one.

So great, in fact, that she’s probably very recognizable. She takes very high profile cases and always wins.

This also means that she pisses off a lot of people, so she becomes a target. Jakurai has had to patch her up in the past, and he really hates it.

It’s one thing to treat a stranger. It’s another when it’s your family. And your twin sister at that!

Because of the target on her back he would teach her some of his assassin skills as self defense tactics.

He’s wary about her learning those things, but she’s a natural! He would also teach her how to rap and use a hypmic. Just in case.

Do I need to mention that she’s a natural at that too?

Hifumi

His twin sister would probably be the only woman in the world he’s not afraid of.

She probably looks very similar to him. I can see them being close to the same size and having the same hair color. But I feel like her eye color is different..? I don’t know why.

His sister would probably be very sweet. This is part due to her overall nature, but also because she’s used to comforting her sweet brother.

She would probably be a teacher or day care worker. Something with children who need her kind and gentle mannerisms.

Doppo is a huge fan of hers for the same reason. And Hifumi encourages the two to spend time together! It’s good to see the businessman so relaxed.

While she would support her brother, she wouldn’t frequent his club much. Maybe once a year, or for a special occasion.

It’s not that she doesn’t feel comfortable visiting, though. It’s more that she doesn’t like her brother’s suit persona.

She knows it’s not him. It’s not how he is supposed to talk or act. It would be one thing if he came by that naturally, but it’s just so...artificial to her.

Hifumi knows how she feels about it, so when she visits he’ll take off his suit jacket for a bit so he can sit and talk to her like normal. Generally, though, they prefer to meet at other times.

They talk to each other all the time. They always text, and there is always a goodnight call. Thes two care very much for each other and are super close!

Doppo

Doppo an his twin would look almost exactly alike. However, her hair would fall to her shoulders and she would not look nearly as tired.

This is because she has a different type of job. She strikes me as the type that would work from home and make her own hours! As long as she gets her projects done on time, no worries!

Doppo is a bit envious of this, although he would never say it. His sister knows, though, and makes sure to set aside some time every week just to come over and hang out with him.

Well, by “hang out” I really mean talk care of. This man is so tired and overworked, and Hifumi can only do so much.

She will cook his favorite dinners and let him vent. On his days off she will treat him to something special.

It could be a trip to the mall, a meal at a fancy restaurant, or just a walk around the park, but he is so grateful to spend some of his time relaxing with her.

When it’s been particularly rough she will set aside time to visit his more often, and she will also go over while he’s at work.

She will cook up something to leave him, clean the house, do the laundry, whatever needs to get done!

Hifumi doesn’t even notice. He sleeps through the whole thing.

She will also leave sticky notes around the house with positive messages on them. Both the boys love this! Doppo, especially, feels so grateful to have such a sweet twin. He doesn’t know what he’s do without her.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #matenrou #hypmic jakurai #jakurai jinguji #hypmic hifumi #hifumi izanami #doppo kannonzaka #hypmic doppo

[sarasfm]

Sarauniya “ Sara ” Davies, 24, pansexual, cisfemale, ISFP Enneagram 9w1; Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising 1st year Advanced Encryption Major; did not go to a spy prep hs

Imma keep it real with you, chief, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I mean, obviously, I know what espionage is ; I’ve read books and articles, and I’ve seen Spy Kids and all the Charlies Angels and James Bond movies, but I genuinely think I need a minute to wrap my head around everything. Make that two weeks, because what’s this I hear about two murders ?  I literally just got sent here to be safe, I — I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Give me five seconds, and we can start again, because I promise I can totally pretend this is all normal. @gallagherintro​

full name: sarauniya “ sara ” davies

dormitory room: 105

birthday: 20 march 1995

soundtrack: “ go gina ” by sza

favorite dish: efo riro

aesthetic:  when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of light reflecting from her earrings, eyeglasses perched on top of her head, and a caviar iphone always in her hands

Bio Points

her mom’s a nigerian baddie billionaire & her dad’s a soft academic brit

she grew up between london and abuja where their family’s business is based. it’s a trading enterprise, the largest industrial conglomerate in sub-saharan africa

she’s the eldest of three siblings, was raised to be prim & proper and groomed to run their family’s business. her family’s not pushy though and they’re really cool. very healthy dynamic so she doesn’t mind ; she loves her fam and would do it w a smile !

Coding is her Passion though. total dork. stayed up all the time just sleuthing and being an internet geek since she was a youngin’

loves education and is the type who would willingly stay in school to learn. has a degree in economics from harvard and was almost done with her mba when her littlest sister got abducted !  was it about business ? money ? who knows ! the sister’s fine now but her family sure is Scared especially since sara’s alone in the big bad united states

her mom made some calls and went “ gimbiya, look, u aint safe n we sorry. we’ll work something out to make sure u get ur mba degree somehow but shit is wild so we gotta get u somewhere near that’s safe asap. u like studying & ur a geek with computers right ? cool beans, go back to school & welcome to gallagher, babe ”

she enters gallagher in the middle of the spring semester very overwhelmed & inwardly ignoring how unhappy she is about having to be here bc she is not & does not want to be a spy. she just tryna distract herself by looking at this entire thing as a weird vacation where she can do stuff she wasn’t able to before because it’s literally detached from the world. she is mostly probably in way over her head, but let’s see ! 

Other Information

Nicknames: Sara (to everyone), gimbiya (to family, means princess in Hausa)

Languages: English (native), Hausa (native), Arabic (C1), French (B2)

Strengths: is money a strength ? also coding. and being the sweetest. and a general smartypants but that’s in a university setting & gallagher probably doesnt give a fuck

Relationship History: only has one (1) experience. ( well,,, 2 if a three-second drunken kiss w kass counts ) his name’s royce and they’ve known each other since their bougie secondary school back in britain. started dating at sixteen and went to harvard together. they’re long term as fuck. he’s like her best friend and their families adore the couple & each other. got engaged last september and sara broke it off before leaving for gallagher, oof. she deadass milked the opportunity but lbr she wasnt rlly Feeling It so she’s kinda glad for the ‘valid reason’ to appear bc it rlly wasn’t Love for sara so boy bye

Physical appearance: 1.76m, 55kg, long black hair, slim and toned build

Classes: GEN 105, GEN 206, AE 101, AT 101, PE 101

Personality

the sweetest. v charming & sensitive to others & curious about things. enthusiastic too ! loves adventures & is very passionate. queen of empathy. 

she’s not stuck up even tho she loaded. she doesnt rlly talk abt her family having 12B or the fact that she’s an ivy league girl, bc she’s just generally very uwu 

easily stressed and flustered and overwhelmed ! man, gallagher’s gonna shook this goddamn academic dork to her core for the love of god someone pls get the aed ready

rlly fun !!! can be a lil unpredictable bc it b lyk dat for rich girls. loves her independence which she hasn’t maximized bc of her ex fiancé & responsibilities but it’s chill so chill totally chill, no ounce of further longing exists in the crevices of this girl’s heart

she is so not good with confrontation and is so allergic to conflict ok. she will sweep discomfort under a rug and lie on it ‘til it’s flat which makes her a queen of repression & conforming

is she easily overwhelmed & stressed ? yes, but she’ll try not to show it so much. it’s all mostly an internal monologue so don’t underestimate her pls. she’s v smart and competent. can be so competitive ( albeit mostly inwardly ) and a boss ass business bitch like her business momma bc that’s what she’s been training for altho she is still generally a soft bab so ... yeah, if u would be so kind as to Estimate her, that’d be grand

she needs to always be on top of her game. maybe not the best in the class, but definitely pushes herself to be her best, so a lot of late nights studying & won’t settle for bad grades ever. gonna be rough in gallagher bc she is not spy material ok, she’s just a pretty rich geek behind a computer

just imagine her as the nice girl in ur ap classes who’s a lil awkward & just so happens to be super hot & stinking rich

Fun Facts

has a six-month old rescue pup named sooty ! who kinda looks like a sheparnese

has a tendency to ramble if she’s comfy w u enough or mayhaps if it’s too much man 

is v diligent w keeping a journal & does it everyday 

likes to dance ! not super good but she likes it. hits da clubs for dat shit 

is a lil instagram famous bc she’s a gorgeous rich harvard girl & all that jazz. queen of selfies & of looking hot but doesn’t actually get to play around rip ffff 

doesn’t drink much bc she is an extreme lightweight and 2 is her tap out limit

if she’s had more than 2 drinks, she is Very Honest but still very ramble-y 

she is physically active but mostly just runs and does yoga. knows very basic self-defense. is not sporty, definitely not a fighter, may god have mercy on her soul

isnt a virgin but is not sexually experienced lmao lbr she kinda Itching to get out there 

don’t ask me what her accent is because i have no clue it’s all over the place

Established Connections — just bc i think y’all would like to know

kassandra sutton — internet friends ! loves kass to bits. have known each other since sara was 14. when kass was 18, sara took her on a grad trip to montreal and became a lil lowkey into her. doesn’t help that kass drunk kissed her & doesn’t remember lmfao. poor sara told her then-bf & they had a lil fight but they made up bc sara didn’t talk to kass for months. eventually they became friends again & now sara’s in gallagher w no idea that kass is a mf sutton & honestly, my girl is just very shook w everything 

Possible Connections

crushes — she does not know how to flirt. she is ,,,, p pathetic tbh but a real heckin cutie. will be super nice to ur bab ok  

flirtationships — sara and i r gonna continue to keep it real w u chieves, her ex fiancé royce was vanilla and bland as fuck. can u believe she has not been single in a decade ? ? someone give her love & attention & fluster this soft innocent child. get her Experienced but also dont hurt her

enemies/angst !!! —  or maybe do ! maybe hurt her. maybe obliterate her. maybe smash her poor heart to pieces, because tbh i would love that.  so someone pls for the love all things holy and divine, someone hurt her !!!!

fwb — probably just one (1) bc she’s still a romantic ? and she’s probably gonna want something exclusive even if it’s no strings attached and will surely want to ,.,. get to know them a little bit more first ,,, at least ideally , idk , maybe impulse & thirst gets the better of her one of these days who knows lets find out !

friends !!! — sara will love u ok. she may be a lil easily flustered but she’s doesn’t rlly give up on ppl quickly. as i’ve said, queen of empathy. probs feels v sorry for majority of the gallagher & georgetown kids bc, .,.,., this environment just screams highkey Trauma to her and she’s valid bc she’s right

mentors !!! — she hates feeling dumb ok she Always has to be on top of her game, so u can bet ur ass after her first meetings in her classes she goes to ppl going “ hey could u help me out w working out ? boxing ? firing a gun ? literally everything & anything ? ”   

anything & everything — meaning just come @ me & let’s talk about it uwu 

( did i just create georgina’s antithesis ? fuck yes, and i am sooo excited to have a child that’s not always plotting & scheming & being mean like y’all have no idea ;_; nywy, that was long bc shutting up and brevity are things i do not possess. whats up it’s ur og flower garden girl rose here aka bugleweed aka fiancée of many and lover of all, and i am open to anything and everything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love, plots & sanitized hands x )

#gallagher:intro

[miraculous-ladybum]

Miraculous Fic Idea

I’m not sure if I’ll ever actually write this, but I dreamt it up one night and feverishly wrote it down at 3 AM. In case I never get around to it, here’s the rough outline I wrote. (I’m sorry for the terrible writing but again it was 3 AM and ya girl was going FAST)

·       Ladybug gets sick of chat’s flirting, tells him he can’t possibly think it would actually work

 “but my lady I am so suave”

 “ok then pick a random girl and pretend she’s me for a week and tell me how that goes”

“what but my lady”

“is there a girl in front of you in class?”

 “no”

“behind you?

Ya

She single

Ya

She cool

Ya

Her

What

Do it and then tell me how successful you are I promise she’s gonna be just as annoyed

·       Ladybug think she smart bc she offloads chat onto someone else

·       Adrien starts flirting with marinette and she is v confused

 Marinette.exe has stopped responding

·       Chat is like wah she hates me I love you this is pointless

“u gotta act like SHE IS ME buddy ok you gotta get over this”

Chat realizes she was trying to get rid of him

§  Dumb bb takes a fucking hint for once

§  “FINE THEN OK’

·       Actually acts like it’s her

Marinette starts responding like ladybug when she’s off guard, Adrien v encouraged

Wow this is actually getting easier also she puns too #soulmate

·       He asks her to a picnic, it’s awks at first then they have a fuckin blast

Actin like ladybug and chat noir

Possible chasing antics

·       Cue AKUMA

·       Ladybug asks how it’s going he says well but he feels wrong abt it when he still has feelings for ladybug

Lb is like listen bub it looks like you got smth good with her and it’s not gonna happen with me ok

What no

Ya know that guy I’ve been in love with for like forever well recently it’s actually been going really well with him and I think we have a chance so like.. you need to move on ( >:) DRAMATIC IRONYYY)

·       Cue Sad Adrien

·       Decides to Actually Try To Move On with mari

Asks her on a dinner date :O

·       Awks at first then he’s like UGH I’m sorry I can’t I just can’t get over this girl

Mari sad

But like she said it’s never gonna happen and I need to move on and I really like you but it doesn’t feel fair while I’m in love with her

Mari Grows A Pair and is like well frankly My Dear this girl is not worth it she is an IDIOT for turning down an amazing guy like you yadda yadda yadda she blind and her heart is stone cold and you deserve a girl that’s gonna return the love you give out #becauseyoureworthit and I think we have a great thing going (she starts to ramble and almost says bc I really like you but then she realizes what she’s saying and is like oh shit)

Adrien is just like :O

She’s like WOW LOOK AT MY WRIST I HAVE A PANINI IN THE OVEN I MUST LEAVE and starts to leave but then Adrien is like what were you going to say

And she is all torn but then swallows it bc GODDAMMIT THIS WAS GOING SO WELL UGH and is like I really like you

Then he’s like thank you marinette that actually…really helped. You’re right

And she’s like …yeah duh

Then he’s like oh you had to go?

No the panini can wait the oven wasn’t on

And they have dessert

·       When he drops her off he’s like thank u for what u said at dinner

And she’s all blush blush

·       Then he kiss her on the cheek and with his lips like an inch away from hers he’s like I really like you too

Then he gets in the car

Marinette is frozen then does a whole happy dance

·       Cue Adrien starting to get an Actual Crush on mari

Marinette looks amazing today wtf

No she looks normal dude

No way (gushes abt her)

My man you’ve got Marinette Vision

§  Cue whole class being thirsty 4 mari

§  Chloe tries to deny it but then sabrina outs her as thirsty too

·       Flirting shenanigans yeehaw

·       After class one day on the steps Adrien is abt to get in the car then runs back and movie kisses mari

I’ve been wanting to do that for a while

·       Kitty and lb have a <3 2 <3 abt their new boos

·       More dating shenanigans

·       Lila gets mad and is like mari is cheating on Adrien w/cn

Whole class gets mad

Mari is upset and is like babe I promise

 Adrien is like lol that is the wurst lie evah I believe u mari

 Nino sees them bein Happy Couple and is like dude u gotta know

Adrien gets Mad

Tells off lila in front of EVERYONE hahaha

·       Ok time 4 a reveal I think buckle in

·       Ok so Circumstances Happen and they end up in a battle with hawky

·       Chat’s ring gets removed somehow and he promptly gets stabbed by the hawks

Emotional Scene w/ lb

ADRIEN NO

“ladybug...take my ring... beat this fucker”

He dies

She gets ring somehow (depends how he lost it rn tbh)

She kiss him one last time

Puts on ring becomes GOD

·       Everyone is like :O (mb rena and carapace are there idk yet)

·       She MAD

Transformation is she GLOWS FROM EVERY ORIFICE AND FLOATS OFF THE FLOOR MENACINGLY AND HER HAIR IS FLOATING AND IT’S MAD WICKED MAN

Everyone still like :O

·       Hawky tries to say something and she is like SILENCE (also her voice is all boomy and needs to be in a Scary Font)

·       Dumb boi hawk still tries to fight and she just wipes her hand and both she and him disappear

Go into a meadow v peaceful as just themselves

They have a heart to heart

Gabe knows he been beat and gives his miraculous

They reappear and she does the most fuckin snatched miraculous ladybug of all time

Like Ultra Power

EVERYTHING in paris is fixed

Not just akuma stuff EVERYTHING

§  People in the hospital are cured

§  Adrien revived ofc

§  But also

·       Peacock miraculous is fixed (maybe they got it on the way to gabey haven’t decided yet could be an interesting future plotline but idk yet)

·       And So Is Emilie

Downstairs, deep under Agreste mansion, someone else awakens…

·       Gabey goes to Jail

Nobody checks on emilie bc he didn’t tell mari she was in a Shrine she thought she was like Dead ya know

·       Everyone is happy

·       Butterfly miraculous is returned

·       But then like a week later they discover that master fu has been brutally murdered

His apartment is ransacked and the butterfly miraculous is GONE

Idk yet How the others survived but they do

§  We’ll figure something

·       Suddenly, an akuma!!!

·       There’s a new Hawkmoth in town

·       Emilie.

·       Ya then like a whole second part maybe with post reveal relationship or just a cliffhanger and then there can be a sequel or just ya know a segue into the adult canon

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic idea #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lemme know if i should actually write this #i wrote like half a chapter of it #i can post that later if y'all want it #lemme know

[dragunjk]

we're artists, baby | kth

→ synopsis ; taehyung was incredibly, unbelievably talented in any medium you could offer him. y/n ? she couldn't draw a stick figure if she tried.

→ word count ; 2011

→ genre ; fluff ?? angst if u squint ?? idk

→ pairing ; street artist!taehyung x art hoe!reader

→ a/n ; this is for my MF BOYFRIEND TAEHYUNG’S BIRTHDAY bc he's the love of my life my angel my world and he deserves nothing less than the mf best okay okay ik it's late don't BULLY me

-

There are worse things in the world, Y/n believes. Having your life turned into a Law and Order SVU would be worse, of course. Hoseok could be inviting her over to blindly set her up with another one of his endearing friends who she would much rather be good friends with.

That would definitely be worse.

Unfortunately, Y/n can't help but feel a bit self conscious. How couldn't she, when a masterpiece sat in front of her, nearly taunting her with talent she so greatly wanted to obtain yet couldn't even find in herself. She looked at the mural, an art piece by one anonymous ‘Vante’, the tagging artist that has been taking the internet by storm.

If you ask Y/n, she wasn't jealous. Not at all.

If you ask Namjoon, he could tell you about the nights where Y/n got a little bit too tipsy and poured her heart out about her insecurities and jealousy swimming for the artist she didn't know.

Y/n gazed at the piece again, wrapping her arms around herself due to the sudden chill. Cocking her head, she tried to put the piece together. Hues of yellows and golds sprouted from a detailed portrait of a young child, tall against the blacks and grays sprouting from two parent figures.

What did it mean-

“Y/n, come on we're gonna be late.” Hoseok hummed, shivering at the wind that was picking up. Nodding, Y/n comfortably grasped his hand, letting him maneuver through the large crowd around the new art piece. “You think this movie is gonna be good? People think it's gonna be shitty.” Hoseok turned towards Y/n, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

“Earth to Y/n-”

Y/n flinched at his loud tone. “Huh- sorry.” She ducked her head sheepishly, and Hoseok hummed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “It just- how does someone have that much talent? It isn't fair-”

“Stop- You have talent in other places. I’ve never heard someone with a voice like yours, now-” Hoseok tugged Y/n into the movie theater. “-we came here to have a good time.” Smiling brightly at Y/n, she couldn't help but mimic it, as he led her through the crowd. “I hope Aquaman is good, I just want to watch a good DC movie, you know?”

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at her friend’s distress, forgetting about her worries even if it was for a moment.

-

Yoongi was going to kill him.

Well, kill him, scold him, same thing. But Yoongi doesn't have much room to talk, so Taehyung sneaks out anyway, a backpack filled with spray paint and stencils in tow. Except this time, Jungkook was tagging along for the first time.

One day Taehyung will teach himself not to give into Jungkook’s big doe eyes, but tonight was not that night.

“Hyung- Hyung! Where are we going?” Jungkook whispered, sneaking behind Taehyung with a camera in his hands. Clicking record, the younger man pointed the camera at Taehyung, a little smile on his face as Taehyung shook his head in amusement.

“Kook-ah, I told you not to record this-”

“Hyung why do you hate me.”

A sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips, as they both boarded the last bus at twelve am, the glare of the lights messing with the camera in Jungkook’s hands. “Exclusive interview with the world’s most famous tagging artist, Vante-” Jungkook purposely shoved the camera in Taehyung’s face, causing the elder to laugh and swat him away.

“We're here-” Taehyung hummed, getting off the bus with Jungkook following closely. Approaching Los Angeles’ City Hall, Jungkook gasped.

“You can't paint here, you’ll go to jail-”

Taehyung laughed, pulling out his stencils and placing them properly just before the steps of the building, quirking his eyebrow playfully at Jungkook’s concern. “I’m not afraid of jail.” He stated simply, and Taehyung guesses that was enough for Jungkook, as the younger male found comfort in just recording his work.

It wasn't long before Taehyung was almost done, and Jungkook was actually impressed at how fast his friend could get a piece done. “Wow, hyung-”

Taehyung simply smirked, spraying ‘VANTE’ in sharp, jagged letters.

“Vante?”

Both Jungkook and Taehyung froze, heads rising to meet a pair of eyes that stared back at them. It was a woman, maybe around Taehyung’s age, staring with a mix of awe and surprise. “Oh my god, it's you- Your work is so good! I can't believe-”

Taehyung was quick to stand up, grasping her wrists in his hands to stop her from taking a picture. “Hi, yeah-” Jungkook quickly shut off his camera, gawking at the pair. “-I'm gonna need you to keep this a secret, okay- what do you want, money?” She scoffed, pulling her hands away.

“You don't need to bribe me, I won't tell.” Her eyes shone beneath the dim streetlights. “I would, however, like to be friends with you. I want to know why-” She gestured to the piece before her.

Taehyung hummed. “I can do that.”

She smiled. “I’m Y/n.”

“Taehyung.”

-

“This is hard-”

A groan escaped Y/n’s lips as she let her head hang, canvas blank as she refused to taint it with her horrid skills. A chuckle escaped Taehyung’s lips as he stood behind her, hands setting on her shoulders as his thumbs rubbed soothing patterns into them. “Just come up with an idea, and bring it to life.” Taehyung hummed.

Y/n scoffed. “Oh, easy for you to say. You're like, the world’s most famous street artist. I can't even draw a straight line.” She groaned, putting the palate aside and setting the brush down. “It doesn't matter how hard you try to teach me. This is the third week, Tae. I’m not going to be good at art.” Y/n mumbled sadly, getting up and throwing herself on Taehyung’s bed.

“You're so dramatic.” He hummed fondly, taking her spot at the easel. Y/n whined in response, shielding her eyes with her arm as she gazed at Taehyung paint. “Maybe art isn't your thing then. But you could be talented in so many other mediums. It just, doesn't have to be something you can see.” Taehyung spoke, strokes of pink coating the canvas with ease. “Like music. Music is an art.” Taehyung finished, and Y/n sat up.

“Yoongi-hyung makes music. He's more of a producer than anything else, but he could rap really well and even carry a little tune. He's filled with musicality. He's still an artist. Or cinematography. Jungkook likes filming and editing things so that the end product is almost like a movie, or a music video. He's an artist too.” Taehyung rambled, eyes never leaving the canvas.

“You don't have to be good at the basic art itself to be an artist.”

Y/n laid in silence, pursing her lips at his words.

“Do you really think so?” Y/n asked after a moment.

Taehyung nodded, and Y/n sighed contently, shifting in his bed to face him. He smiled, that was a much better angle to paint her in.

He looked at the canvas again.

-

It wasn't too long until Y/n invited Taehyung late over the studio one night, eyes bright with promise. “Okay so, it's really rough but you said art isn't really just paint, and since I’ve seen so much of yours, I want to show you mine.” Y/n hummed, clicking a few buttons before pressing play.

“It's like, kinda a Christmas song because I wrote it recently but-”

A music box seemed to play, and Taehyung quickly closed his eyes, as he often did when Yoongi asked him his opinion on music.

A beat picked up, blending nearly perfectly with the light instrumental of the bells and music box, then a voice flowed in, soulful and sweet. Y/n gazed over at Taehyung as the song played, and she smiled fondly at his state. Eyes closed, head tilted back, a little smile on his face as his fingers danced along to the music.

“Your voice is beautiful-” Y/n ducked her head, and Taehyung smiled, wrapping her up in a hug. “-see? I told you everyone has their little talent. Why worry about something you struggle with when you have such a beautiful talent right here?” Taehyung rested his chin on Y/n’s head, ignoring her protests of ‘stop you sap’ and ‘shut up’.

“Thank you.” Y/n hummed after a few moments of silence, and they pulled away. “Don't you have a mural to put up, Tae? Don't keep your fans waiting.” Y/n hummed, smoothing his jacket over his chest.

“They can wait, I’m here with you.” Y/n flushed at Taehyung’s words, shoving him away slightly.

“Then I’ll come with you, I don't want to waste your time-”

“Ah- you can't come with me. It's supposed to be a surprise to everyone.” Taehyung hummed, smiling slightly. “Even you, Kitten.” He spoke, and Y/n sputtered at the pet name, face heating up quickly. “I knew you’d like it. Now, I’ll go. Don't follow me, I want it to be a surprise.” Taehyung smirked slightly. He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, leaving Y/n in silence.

Taehyung left, and Y/n let a sigh escape her lips.

She fell. Fell hard, and Y/n doesn't think she could get out of it.

-

“Y/n, you have to get up right now-”

Y/n groaned, focus hazy as she pressed the phone to her ear. Waking up to Hoseok screaming in her ear wasn't ideal, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. “Hoseok? It's early-”

“Y/n get your cute ass up right now- Vante put up a new piece-”

“Okay I can wait until everyone is gone-”

“Y/n it has you in it.”

If Y/n wasn't awake, she was now. She sat up, eyes widening as she threw her blankets off and slipped on her pink Champion slides. Throwing on her white coat, she brushed her teeth and left, pulling her hoodie over her mess of hair.

“Hobi where is it?” Y/n stepped outside, ignoring the chill on her legs.

“Near the new art museum.”

Y/n hung up quickly, breaking out into a run towards the museum that wasn't too far from her house. It wasn't too long before Y/n was before the museum, out of breath, looking at the piece.

It was her, a replica of when she laid distressed on Taehyung’s bed, lips pursed and eyelashes long. Hues of tans and pinks wove to make her up, the word ‘Kitten’ written in small cursive at the corner of the piece, right beside his usual violent ‘Vante’. A choked laugh escaped her lips as Hoseok approached her, cursing as he tugged off his jacket to wrap it around her bare legs. “Hobi that's me-” Y/n whispered, as Hoseok stood up.

“Yeah, it is. You know Vante, don't you.” Hoseok hummed, and Y/n nodded. Before she could apologize for keeping him in the dark, her phone rang. ‘tae ♥︎’ her phone read, and Y/n sighed, eyes watering.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Do you like it?”

A choked sob escaped her lips, and Hoseok was quick to wrap her in his arms, ignoring the chill on his skin.

“Taehyung, why did you- It's so beautiful I don't deserve it-”

“If you didn't deserve it I wouldn't have made it.” Taehyung hummed, voice rough with lack of sleep. “I wanted to make something for my favorite girl. I figured it's a more creative way to ask you out other than just taking you out to dinner.” He muttered.

Y/n gasped. “Like, be your girlfriend ask me out?” Taehyung laughed softly.

“Like be my girlfriend ask you out, Kitten.”

Y/n sniffled, wiping her eyes. She gazed up at the piece again, and smiled widely, nearly splitting her face. She looked up at Hoseok, who smiled down at her knowingly.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

-

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[noblechaton]

hey y’all i’m sorry for being weird lately. here’s one of those sorta long winded personal posts i talked about making bc i’m exhausted enough to make it lmao

so i’ve thought about making this post a few times but i could never figure out what to say but i do kinda wanna get some of it out there in case anyone cares or w/e so yeah i’m just gonna ramble for a bit

this year as a whole has been pretty rough on me personally, more than usual, and then a few weeks ago something really just sorta snapped in my brain and i haven’t quite figured out what it is. it’s like i’m just kinda absently wandering around in a big pretty field with lots of wheat and a few mice hanging out and running around but without any direction or connections if that makes sense

anyway yeah like. there’s been a lot of stuff going on irl. like recently there were three different funerals for relatives that all kinda happened one after another and i guess i haven’t quite processed all of that and there’s also been lots of ~internal family drama~ that i won’t get into bc this still ain’t that kinda blog

there’s also the possibility of me moving before the end of the year and that’s kinda weighing on me since i haven’t moved before and if it works out it’ll be a big long distance like. i’d be moving a solid few states away from what’s been my home for at least 15 years or something and it’s just another thing i haven’t really figured out yet since it just feels so surreal y’feel 

and then on top of all that it’s like a lot of my interests have suddenly been cut off and i don’t seem to feel the same way about them anymore which y’know is probably natural in some cases but i feel like it’s not good in this case bc i’m talking like. almost everything i cared about a month or two ago feels like it’s sorta fading out of my brain and the only things left are like hot twinky android boys and cw superhero shows

but yeah i don’t really get that and i hope it’s not something serious bc i’d hate to just like suddenly drop all the things i cared about for seemingly no reason. idk maybe it’s a health thing?? my one hand does look like it’s sorta crumbling so

yeah idk. i’m trying to get back on top of everything and back to normal by writing and playing video games but it’s kinda not working so it’s all just a big bumbling confusing mess rn and that’s without mentioning a lot of my internal diagnostics or the fact that i think i might be in love with someone who’ll never know it lmao. anyway i hope i don’t make too many posts like this lol this got long sorry

#iiiiiiii might delete this later idk #i just need a safe spot to ramble a whole bunch about irl stuff #and i wanted to try and explain this weird mood i've been in to see if it helps but idk #maybe don't reblog this btw

[matronaa]

Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz  e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it  and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is  l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i  d i e  for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das  a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur  like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

#jungkook #bts #btsjungkook #Jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts one shot #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #im so sleep deprived #why am i awake #imagine #bts imagines #jungkook ima

[hepataetis]

right here (.jungkook)

✧ pairing; jungkook x female!reader

✧ summary; tensions are running higher than ever after [y/n] is revealed to be the girlfriend of jeon jungkook, resulting in her receiving constant hate. a heated argument between the two allows emotions to pour and tears to be spilled.

✧ genre; angst, fluff (?)

✧ words ; 2k (2057)

✧ song inspiration; lil peep ft. horsehead - right here +

✧ ji’s a/n; not requested, but idk i felt like i needed it haha. a type of comfort, i guess? enjoy~ i hope i made you emotional!

* spell checked once. finished @ 2:39 AM EST

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tell me that i'm dumb, i love to get numb

i know that i’m young but i'm still right here

i don't give a fuck, i love who i love

and girl you're that one so i'll wait right here

       The worst part of it all is that he's never there.

       (Y/N) dragged her feet down the hallways of her small complex, her eyelids heavy as she was drowsy with exhaustion. Her entire body ached due to yet another tiresome day at work. It was a relief to arrive at her sanctuary.

       That's what she'd like to believe.

       She froze at the sight of multiple letters strewn across her doormat, and she gulped at the knawing feeling growing at the pits of her stomach. She prayed it wasn't what she thought it was. Crouching down, she rested her keys and purse to the ground before lazily grasping onto an envelope, easily tearing it open to read its content. Her eyes scanned the paper and as she reached the end, the trembling of her fingers grew stronger and her grip onto the flimsy hate letter loosened. She pushed her tongue out to lick her dry lips before pursing them tightly.

      The letter softly fell to the ground, and (Y/N) could only remain in place, her body shaking at the emotions sending her into a small breakdown. It had only been a week since she revealed herself to society as Jeon Jungkook's girlfriend, and the hate has already reached past social media to her front step. How long would they continue to torture her? The question lingered in her head as she stared at the pile, her body unhinging, yet the growing lump in her throat suffocating her.  Finally, after what felt like hours, she rose to her feet with her belongings in one hand.

       Inserting a key into the doorknob, (Y/N) stepped over the pile and weakly pushed herself inside the dark apartment. It smelt of stale air due to her being away all day. She threw her shoes and other things to the side, closing the door behind her and making a beeline for the couch. She could care less about anything at the moment. She collapsed into its soft pillows and released a long sigh. 

      At least Jungkook promised to visit. It was the small things that counted, right? Sliding a hand into her pocket, she slipped out her phone and she couldn't help but allow a small smile to curl onto her pink lips. Jungkook's bright face was across her screen, making a silly expression with her beside him, poking at his cheeks. He made her heart swell. Even as life becomes more overwhelming, he still manages to remain perfect in every way possible. His smile, his personality, his laugh, and his unending love for her.

       She loved him so much.

       Yet she couldn't help but wonder how long would she be able to handle this?

       Unlocking her phone, she quickly tapped onto Jungkook's contact and allowed the phone to ring for a few moments.

      "Babe?" Jungkook muttered into the phone, and immediately (Y/N) felt her chest squeeze in worry.

      He sounded so exhausted, his tired voice was evident and she couldn't help but furrow her brows. "Kookie, you sound terrible..." (Y/N) murmured, and received a chuckle in response. "I'm okay, don't worry. I just finished practicing so that's why." He explained, his tone becoming lighthearted, most likely to prevent her from worrying anymore. "Well, it's okay! You're coming over so I can give you my signature massage. I'll cook, too. And we can watch a movie. I'm off tomorrow, thank goodness." As she rambled on about her hopeful plans, she abruptly halted. He wasn't responding. "Jungkook...?" She trailed off, and once again her stomach twisted and turned with a sick feeling. "(Y/N), I'm... I'm so sorry. I can't make it today."

       Her heart dropped so fast that she couldn't even control herself. "Why not?" (Y/N) questioned, unable to hide the frustration lacing her tone. "I have to record this song. You'll love it, babe. I'll make sure to show you later." Jungkook let out a dry chuckle, in a poor attempt to relieve her from any negative emotion, but (Y/N) couldn't find any of this funny.

      Maybe it had been the exhausting day at work, the death threat she had received, or the bottled feelings inside of her, but his words finally set her off. "Later? When? Next month? Because that's probably gonna be the last time I ever see you, isn't it?!" She exclaimed, yet couldn't stop her voice from trembling. "I- What? (Y/N), please don't be mad. I'm just so busy, but we'll see each other soon." He pleaded softly, but it failed to reach her current state. "I...I need you right now and you can't even be here for me..." Forcing these words out caused her eyes to sting, blinking her tears away. "Did something happen? Talk to me, (Y/N). What happened?"

       "Everything. But you wouldn't know that." Scoffing, (Y/N) pressed the hang up button; she didn't have the energy to explain herself. In fact, she didn't even know herself. She didn't know why she snapped. But all she wanted was to be beside him, and he isn't even here to do that. He won't ever be, wouldn't he? A few tears slipped across her rosy cheeks and dripped from her chin. She sniffled, digging her face into her arm to wipe away her sorrows. Once again, she'd have to cook dinner alone, wash her dishes alone, and fall asleep alone. At least she could roll over in bed to the cold spot where Jungkook was supposed to be.

       Tomorrow, she'd feel good enough to apologize and continue to endure this pain.

       Once again, she wondered how long would she be able to handle this?

       Rising to her feet, (Y/N) glanced towards her front door, her mind drifting onto the pile outside. She found herself opening the door again, using both arms to hold the batch of letters and used her feet to close it once more. She plopped onto the couch, setting the envelopes beside her and released a small huff. It felt like it was staring back at her. Taunting her. Fuck it. She grabbed onto one, ripping it open and read the hateful comments. It still baffles me that Jungkook oppa is with you. You're not even an idol. You're not a performer. You're normal. Why is he with you? (Y/N) snorted, wondering the exact same question herself. What did he see in her? Why did he choose her? Maybe if he didn't, she'd be happier. Sniffling, (Y/N) already felt herself becoming emotional once more. Yet she tossed the letter onto the ground, and instead of burning the rest, she continued to read another one. And another one. And another one.

       It wasn't until the sound of the doorbell ringing snapped her from her obsessive reading, but she ignored it. It wasn't anyone important. She glanced at the letters. They wanted her to die. They wanted her to disappear. Was it a mistake to fall in love with him? Sobs racked her body weak as she dropped the final letter, allowing her head to fall back. Her crying came to an abrupt halt when the sound of her door unlocking echoed in the empty apartment. "(Y/N)?" Suddenly hearing his voice sent her into practical hysteria. "Why are you here, Jungkook?!" She quickly looked at the ground, messily wiping her face to hide her previous tears. "I was worried about you. Could you please talk to me?" He asked softly, but glanced at the pile of opened envelopes. "What are these...?" His question trailed off as he slightly leaned forward to grip onto a letter, quickly scanning it. Immediately, a sinking feeling hung to his chest and he quickly snapped his head towards his sniffling girlfriend.

       "(Y/N), this is... this is terrible... Babe..." Jungkook rushed to her side, swiftly taking a seat beside (Y/N)'s shaking body. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone!" She snapped, turning her body towards the opposite side. "Babe, just look at me. Can't you just do that?" He gripped onto her shoulders, an action he would regret in the next few moments. "I said don't fucking touch me!" She screeched, finally snapping her head upwards to reveal her tear stricken face. Her eyes were red and puffy as snot leaked messily from her nose. She pushed her hands into his chest, forcing him to back away. "Just go away." Standing on her feet, (Y/N) stomped towards the door and pointed a strong index finger towards it. "Leave! I don't even remember telling you where the damned key was." She grumbled.

       "I'm not leaving you," Jungkook stated, rising from the couch and taking long strides towards her. "Go away!" She yelled once more, gulping. Her breathing became heavy as her anger increased. "No." He said with firmness, raising his voice slightly. "You're so annoying! Just leave me be!" As soon as he was too close for comfort, (Y/N) violently shoved him once more. He stumbled backward. "Please leave me alone!" Her frustration quickly turned into desperation as she pleaded for her solitude. She almost felt embarrassed for seeming so pitiful. He stood before her, earning him another rough shove. Yet each time he was pushed away, he only came back with his arms wide open.

       (Y/N) stood before him, her body numb yet her heart raced. "Why are you still here..." She muttered. Jungkook tugged onto the corners of his lips. "Because I love you." His arms wrapped around her small frame, allowing her face to drop into his chest. His shirt smelt of sweat and laundry detergent because of practice. "I love you. And I'm always going to be right here." His words sent her into an erratic state of emotions. Sobs erupted from the deepest pits of her stomach as it echoed through the still apartment. She practically screamed, but it came out muffled as she began to bury herself in his chest. Tears leaked from her puffy eyes nonstop, dampening his shirt quite easily. Her sobs had become so violent that noise stopped escaping her lips, and instead, there were gasps of air.

       "I'm just so tired of feeling not good enough!" (Y/N) cried, her heart constricting as her feelings began to pour out. "I love you so much because you're so amazing." Her throat throbbed with each word she spoke, trying to emphasize her sincerity. "And I'm afraid that one day, you're going to realize that you deserve better. Not a shitty girlfriend who gets mad at you for doing your fucking job!" Her statement sliced through Jungkook's chest, and soon tears had also escaped from his eyes. He gripped onto her body, his nose settling into the crook of her neck. Her chest heaved as she choked and sputtered while sniffling, depending on Jungkook's lean body to keep her from collapsing.

       "You're everything I need. You're so perfect, and I truly appreciate you for not leaving me yet. I..." Jungkook sniffled, gulping his need to cry out. "I know I'm not the best boyfriend. I can't be there for you one hundred percent of the time."  He spoke, his voice unsteady, yet he managed to firmly grip onto her shoulders. He pulled away to stare into her bloodshot eyes, saddened at her face still coated in snot and tears. "But I will never stop loving you. You... complete me." (Y/N)'s bottom lip quivered as his emotional statement settled in her mind. She'd never forget his expression; the small tears running down his face as he held onto her for dear life. "And I could care less about what anyone says. I love who I love. I'll always be right here. We can talk tonight, you know? We could work on some stuff-"

       Before Jungkook could finish, (Y/N) had already pressed her lips against his. His entire body melted. He could taste the saltiness of her tears on her soft lips faintly, yet this only caused him to deepen the kiss. His muscles relaxed as he slid his arms around her waist instead. "I'm sorry..." She mumbled. "Don't ever apologize. I know I'm young, but that doesn't change how I feel about you." His sweet words only urged her to cry even more, but she decided to hold back.

       "I know. You'll always be right here."

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