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#ya both could've had my apologies and i was definitely thinking of apologizing untill ya proven to be possessed by mad ugly-syndromes
tangyangie · 11 months
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Hi :3 I read all your Karma head cannons and they are so cute. I was wondering how it would be with Karma and his S/O (enemies to lovers) becoming a couple?
— BLUE FLAMES !!
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description: you and karma have been rivals since day one. how do you get together? how does he act?
notes: enemies to lovers. love it <3 fem-ish reader if you read in between the lines, but generally gender neutral.
wondering if i should make a fic out of this
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you guys started out constantly furrowing your eyebrows at each other.
everything—anything the other person did was enough to make the other person angry.
you'd gotten a 100% on an exam? psh—that's simple. he could've done better.
he tried to kill korosensei? you could've easily done it in a better way. much more efficiently.
you guys definitely used to yell and scream at each other for the smallest things. karma's temper was bad enough, it was only worse that you were there to provoke him.
at one point, korosensei got so fed up with your bickering that he threw you both into a closet and locked the doors. he then screamed that he wasn't letting you out until you made up.
"if i open this door and you two aren't hugging it out, i'm gonna give you extra homework for the rest of the year!!"
with a scowl and a sigh, karma wrapped his arms around you and yelled at korosensei to open the door.
obviously, you couldn't let this opportunity to tease him just go by. he punched you after, but apologized (eventually)
over time, though, you got closer. korosensei was kind enough to try to help you both get past your differences.
it was definitely not easy.
he had to keep you from biting karma's head off, and simultaneously had to keep karma from tackling you.
but he got it done.
the event that tied everything together was a class-bonding sleepover.
you overheard the boys talking about something, and decided to listen in. you slipped next to the corner as you focused on karma's conversation.
"so, what do you think about y/n?"
"...why do you ask?" karma raises an eyebrow.
"well.. you're kinda always at their neck. but they're pretty cool, ya know?"
"..listen. i don't hate 'em.." karma says. "they just—annoy me a little. but.. yeah, i think they're cool. most of the time."
"...since when do you act so sentimental?"
you let a smirk slip onto your face as you strolled past the room, acting like you never heard the conversation. you made sure to make eye contact with karma, and he noticed.
he definitely noticed.
his face went red, and he turned away from the door. you definitely were going to tease him about that after this.
you and karma both began meeting up after school so that you could walk together.
because of korosensei mentioning how close you guys lived together. "you guys should totally walk home together!! you're basically neighbors."
karma always ended up having to buy you some food at a shop on the way home. you never paid him back.
the more activities you were forced to do together, the more you both got closer to one another.
you actually started hanging out together of your own free will?? how crazy is that??
eventually, your classmates pointed out that you don't attack each other at the first sign of weakness anymore.
karma dismissed the topic. but you heard him refer to you as his friend after these conversations, so that was a win for you.
and, as your friend, you got more karma privileges. for example...
you got to go over to his house without permission. you could stroll right in and he'd greet you as if you were family.
you were allowed to share his drinks. he's still teasing you, though. don't think you're ever escaping that.
"oh my god, was that an indirect kiss?"
you give him a gentle punch to the shoulder and laugh.
after some time, these jokes about indirect kisses became less of jokes and more of actively pining for each other.
"guys, it's not funny!! i think i'm actively falling for a psycho—"
but.. you're totally going to have to be the one to make the first move.
when it comes to relationships and romance, karma is all bark and no bite.
PLEASE do it quickly because he cannot handle the feels
'i just hated them two months ago. so, why do i feel so floaty around them?'
once you do confess, though, he swears that ten full size tress have been lifted off his shoulders.
but, he tries his best to look calm and cool as he reciprocates. (he fails. he's brighter than his hair.)
he teases you for the rest of the day, but gives you a quick kiss on your cheek to test the waters. he sees your reaction and takes note. you were caught off guard.
"i told you you'd love me eventually."
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notes: enemies to lovers is so karma... it fits him sm </3 especially like specifically academic rivals..
but tysm for the request and again i'm so sorry for taking so long ☹️☹️ testing is coming up and i have a lot.. ap tests, early finals, blah blah blah
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noelleai · 1 year
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No one is quite sure where the idea for this came from, but it was written in a single day on October 29th (or possibly 30th). It's very rough around some edges, so I apologize if you don't like it! But please leave feedback anyway; all constructive criticism would be appreciated! Thanks to my beta reader krisluna1213 for helping me edit/fix mistakes. <3
"Hey there!" Susie called out cheerfully as she walked down the hallway with her friend, Noelle. "What're ya doing?"
The reindeer girl turned away from her locker and smiled back at her. She seemed much happier than usual today - perhaps because of how good her grades were lately? Or maybe she just felt better after talking to her mother yesterday. Either way, Noelle couldn't help but smile herself.
After greeting each other, they made their way toward class together, chatting amiably along the way until they arrived at their classroom and took their seats at opposite ends of their desks. The bell rang right before lunchtime, signaling that it was time for them to go downstairs into the cafeteria. They had both already eaten breakfast in the morning but still decided to head to the food court anyway; it was always a nice break to get a little bit more energy during the day. Once again, Susie was first in line this time around; a few minutes later, Noelle joined her behind the counter and began scanning through what was available for sale.
"How's it going?" Susie asked brightly as soon as she caught sight of Noelle in front of her. "You seem happy."
Noelle nodded happily as she scanned some items on the screen: a large cup filled with juice, a plate with a sandwich and fries, an apple slice with caramel dip...and something else she didn't recognize immediately. It looked like a small loaf of bread topped by slices of cheese and tomatoes. She'd never seen anything quite so strange here before!
Susie smiled at that last item, which she knew from personal experience tasted absolutely delicious (though not nearly enough people ever bought it). That made sense - after all, who would want to buy a weird-looking thing that looks nothing at all like food? Not only that, but even if they did decide to try eating it they probably wouldn't be able to figure out how to eat it properly without getting their hands dirty. What kind of person eats food that way?!
She couldn't help but laugh as Noelle turned red at the thought; she seemed very embarrassed for whoever had come up with such a concept. Maybe they were just trying to do something new...? Or maybe they weren't thinking about the actual taste or texture when they created this "food," but rather the aesthetic value of the final product itself. If you wanted your customers' eyes to light up in wonderment and awe while they ate something beautiful...well then, what better way than by making them stare in shock and horror as they tried to make sense of its appearance and form? Either way, Susie was sure it must have been tasty! It definitely looked good! But there's no way someone could've made it look so disgusting on purpose...right? Right?? { TYPE: Short-form story * M2 }
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unfo11owmelol · 4 years
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You could say that I should take responsibilities for my actions and act proper & be the better person in the situation: I just can’t step aside and let it sink in on it’s self. However, it’s really hard when that other person that you (apparently) “wronged” is purposely provoking & insulting you. That just make THEM the problem, not me. If they want an apology or an explanation from me, they gotta be honest. Not some salty jealous/possessive soccermom school girl.
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[Right on the top of the letter is a sighing girl drawn]
I really thought I could rest a few days before leaving. Like last time, ya know? I could've been more prepared. Didn't even get the call yet.
But I guess you're right. Exactly when you figured it out Jake did, too. (With a little bit help of goldie. They sent him the Tumblr conversation. The whole conversation. Without any comment.)
So yeah, either the MWAF knows where I work or (and that is a scary thought) even is there somehow sometimes.
Jake wanted me to promise to not go back there, but I couldn't. At least not for now. I want to go back there once, for now I shouldn't be in danger. At least not if he goes the same way as last time.
I should get a call from him later that day. And tomorrow I should find the raven note on my desk (after my lunch break). Later that day I saw the first time a guy with a mask. Then again the morning after I took the picture I sent TSB.
And that same evening I started hiding.
So I thought I still had some time...But it seems that isn't the case.
I would love to take Max, even though he can be a real asshole sometimes, but I don't believe that is clever. [The writing becomes shaky, almost unreadable to the end of the sentence]
I don't know anything anymore, just that I don't want all of this to happen again...
[Here are many ink blots, as if a pen was thrown on the paper]
Sorry..Sorry about that. My door bell started ringing. Surprise surprise, my idiot of a cousin. (I still love him though. Even if I'll never forgive him that he stole designs of me. Urgh. Sorry, nervous.)
He thought I acted weird when we texted earlier and my boss wanted him to check up on me.
What does a nervous little fox Liska do? (Little fox is a nickname he gave me when we were little xD I somtimes start using it when we're both in a weird situation)
He almost called the police, thinking I was in some weird 'abusive relationship' with, and I quite, "this Jake asshole".
It seems someone wrote him a text. An unknown number.
I already texted Jake about that..Any my guess is that the MWAF realised that he couldn't hack Jake anymore. So he tries different ways.
But it's fine now, I think I could convince him that everyone was okay. Even though now I have to take vacation with him. He wants to go tomorrow afternoon if I don't want him to call my parents. Why? That if I'm lying I'm not in danger anymore.
I mean, he's not fully wrong. Just that he doesn't have the facts right. (Which he couldn't. I'm still surprised that me being a suspect of kidnapping Hannah or helping a wanted hacker didn't go beyond Duskwood. But that's good.)
Oh and also, Jake just answered, he thinks it's good if I just go with Max in the moment. I think he stalked his Facebook profile. (Max did taekwondo for many years. Facebook tells his story)
But yeah, I am very sorry if this is an unsorted letter, not much happened and still many unsaid thoughts crossed my mind.
Liska🐾🔥
Ps. Also Jake wants me to thank the both of you for taking care of me when he couldn't. And still doing it.
And that I say that he's still not pleased with my decision to go to work tomorrow.
Lis,
So, Goldie's really taking more of an active role, now. I sort of thought they were finished until we massively fuck up again, but I guess they just don't want us to ask them questions or something. Interesting.
I wonder if that means the TSB timeline is still continuing
So the raven note on your desk comes tomorrow? I really wouldn't assume you're safe 'til then, but I guess if your Jake can't convince you, no one can XD
Still. Maybe now-ish would be a good time to take a long trip somewhere sunny. And crowded. Preferably with as many people as possible, who will notice if you go missing.
This is not going to happen again. We have several Jakes and two fairly smart people plus me helping you, PLUS an entity on your side, PLUS the advantage of knowing AND HAVING DOCUMENTATION on exactly how the previous timeline went. All we have to do is figure out a place you'll be safe, and bam, we're done.
...That's a pretty good opportunity, honestly. I agree with your Jake, you should go with your cousin. Though I'm curious what exactly the MWAF said to your cousin that convinced him that you were in danger. You might want to make sure that, a., the MWAF didn't suggest a location and you're not going there, b., your cousin turns off GPS tracking on his phone or just leaves it at home, and c., that your cousin doesn't post pictures of you on social media wherever you go.
Don't worry about the letter not being neat and stuff, I don't care too much about that. As long as
One sec Jessys texting me
Nothing important, she's still trying to test if I've been kidnapped or not without saying it outright. I lost my train of thought from earlier. Oh well.
You're welcome, Jake :) And I definitely emphasize with you on that one -_-
Passing the letter over to my Jake now.
(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hello, Lis.
Your workplace is very clearly an unsafe environment, but upon reflection and having read ahead and read Max's offer, I believe you actually should go into work, at least for the day. It will give less of our cards away to the enemy. However, do be vigilant. We know that our actions have already changed the timeline to at least some extent, the breadth of which is still unclear.
I am not entirely sure what the kidnapper would gain from having your cousin watching carefully over you in the window of time the kidnapper would have taken to track you down, however. Could it be possible that Goldie was the one to send your cousin the message, rather than the kidnapper?
I concur with Yuvon that the previous timeline's events will not repeat, however, for the exact same reasons she listed, though I will edit it slightly: we have three Jakes and three intelligent people working on the case, including Yuvon. I think I may need to speak with her about this.
Most of the advice I would have given about precautions for the vacation with your cousin has already been covered by Yuvon :)
You are welcome, Jake.
I noticed that in my agitation from your last letter, I accidentally skimmed over some key points. My apologies. I'll answer them now.
I will attempt to find a good point to bring up the matter with her, but she is busy enough trying to mitigate the concerns of the "Crow Crew" that I do not think that should be done at the current moment.
While I am... fond of the "underlying desire" theory, I do not, on reflection, believe it. The fact that she would subconsciously choose me, rather than a family member or a friend she has known longer than myself, seems unlikely. Especially not when she had been quite incensed at me very, very recently. It simply makes no sense.
Though, admittedly, if the situation was reversed, she would likely be
The stasis wavering is both good and bad news. It has been both a benefit and a detriment thus far. Ensure that the group does not draw the kidnapper's ire instead, without alerting them that you are in danger, should they break loose of the stasis alone. Until then, based on the results from Yuvon previously contacting them, I suggest you avoid contact unless they open communication first.
Good luck, Lis and Jake.
—Jake & Yuvon
(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)
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rogue-barnes-16 · 4 years
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THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part III/?)
Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?
Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)
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Warnings: language, kinda angsty but not too much
A/N: third part of these because I think I'll go crazy if I stay in this kind of semi-hiatus any longer. Hope you enjoy my darlings <3.
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BUCKY’S P. O. V.
Her hands were on the sides of my ribcage to provide her some balance while I was riding to the nearest diner.
It was an odd, though familiar feeling. The way her grip on my leather jacket briefly tightened when I took a turn, or the contact her the front of her legs made with the back of mines.
And I really really didn't want to stop driving, because I had missed that feeling, even if I wouldn't admit it out loud, even if I wanted to think I had moved on.
But I started to slow down the moment we reached the nearest diner's parking lot, and her hands left my jacket to hold herself steady using to the back of the bike.
As soon as the bike was parked, my feet reached the ground, still straddling the vehicle for us to be safe while taking off the helmet.
Once I had accomplished that task, I looked over my, slightly turning my torso to see if Y/n had done the same.
"Wow! okay" I chuckled while that magnetic girl I had just met in the bar —thanks to Carol— combed her recently messed hair with her fingers. "that was... Wild." her eyes were still widely open, but a half smile was now tugging the corner of her lip. "such a ride."
"first time riding a bike?"
"first time in bike with you" she replied, climbing off in a very surprisingly smooth way . "you really gotta slow down, I didn't even have helmet, boy."
I mimicked her movements and grabbed my things before approaching her. "well, I can fix that." we walked side by side to the bar. "I'll get you one."
"you seem pretty confident about me riding with you ever again."
"got a feeling you'll end up liking it" I replied with a smug smirk, opening the door of the establishment for her.
She shook her head no, peeking at me with a half smile tugging the corner of her lips. "Keep dreaming, Bucky."
"with you?" I questioned, following right behind her back into the bar, where both the gang and Carol waited for us. "Always."
"Cheesy."
READER'S P. O. V.
I let the helmet rest on my seat between my things while I combed my hair with my fingers. No matter how short or covered it was, with or without helmet, it always ended up tangled.
I had forgotten that minor inconvenience of riding a bike, specifically with the man I rode with.
"Ready?" he asked, holding the handlebars firmly. I gave him a lazy nod in response and proceeded to hop off the bike. "Let's go then." he walked side by side with me to the diner and when we reached the door, he opened it for me.
As soon as we sat down on the booth that was the furthest from the patrons of the place, the waiter came to take our order, which were just two black coffees, one of them iced.
Bucky waited until we had our coffees to speak, in order to avoid nosy ears, I figured. "It was two days ago." he started, swallowing the first sip of his coffee. "Nat had been keeping an eye on a guy for a while." I motioned for him to continue.
"Why would she do that?" I questioned with a frown. "Thought you were that type of gang, now were you?" I added with sarcasm.
"Wait a fucking second, will ya?" I motioned him to keep going with my hand. "the dude was following this girl." I tilted my head with confusion. "Stalking her."
"I got it the first time, James, I'm not that dumb." he muttered something under his breath, taking another sip of coffee. In reply, I just scoffed. "Why help that girl in particular?"
"We owed his brother a favor. Big one" he added, not quite focused on what he was saying. "Tasha's gonna scare him y'know? But turns out this guy wasn't a creep." he nursed his cup. "He's a rival gang member."
I opened my eyes widely, letting myself fall against the backrest of the booth. "Holy fuck." I always had assumed the Avengers were the only gang. Never in my time with them had I heard about a rival gang, I only knew that was dangerous shit.
Bucky’s blue eyes flickered to me, realizing too late that this was completely new information to me. "Yeah... I told Natasha to quit, we could protect this girl in other ways." he shook his head no. "she said she'll stay, just in case what was happening involved us."
"And then she dissappears." I sighed, massaging my temples, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I decided I would help. "Bucky, I really don't see why I'm the only option."
"I-- listen." he lifted his gaze subtly to check no one was observing us. "I'm not supposed to be tellin' ya this."
"But you're gonna do it anyway."
He straight up ignored my comment as he mirrored my posture. "we have an inside problem."
"a something or a someone?" I was now definitely regretting the decision of going to my ex's house to lend a hand to his gang. "fuck, James, you better tell me it's a something and not a someone."
His sorry eyes and pursed lips killed my lame hope. "you want me to lie?"
"Yeah, for once I actually want you to lie." he clenched his jaw and diverted his eyes from me. "I went to your place and you have a fucking mole." Bucky’s gaze returned to me intently, shushing me. "don't fucking shush me" I retorted, internally freaking out. "I just put myself in danger 'cause I was stupid enough to decide to help."
"You're not in danger." he replied in low voice.
"okay now, you don't fucking know that."
"Whoever the problem is, they ain't there."
"Yeah sure." thousands of different scenarios that ended up with my corpse in a ditch went through my panicking mind as I stood up to walk away. "this was the worst fucking idea I've ever had." I mumbled under my breath, stepping out of the diner.
The fact that I didn't hear Bucky’s heavy combat boots after me in order to try and change my mind was surprising enough.
What was also surprising was finding another bike approaching the parking lot of the diner, and Clint almost jumping off it.
He took off his helmet way too fast for it to be safe before close to shouting my name. "Y/n!" For some reason, I stopped walking to wait for him to get to me. "Listen--"
"I'm out, Clint. I'm sorry." my apologies were genuine, because I knew how much Natasha meant to the dirty blonde man.
"No! Fuck- hold on for a second please." he begged, raising his hands in front of me to stop me. "I don't know what Barnes told you but--"
"Said that you got a mole inside."
"Fuckin'... Okay, I know you feel like your life is in danger if you help us but listen," his eyes spoke how desperate he was to get to his bestfriend on time. "Nat... You know I can't lose her and I swear if you help us, I'll protect you with my life okay? But please, Y/n... I'm sorry you got mixed into this but we- I really need you to help us."
I clenched my jaw, trying to meditate coolly about my reply to his beg.
I had put my feelings aside in order to think clearer, and that was one hell of a headache, given the people who were involved.
"Y/n please. Please, I swear on my fucking life I won't let anything bad happen to you." Clint assured me in a whisper. "please."
BUCKY'S P. O. V.
I stayed sat in the booth for a brief moment after Y/n had left.
I really didn't know what else I could do to convince her to help us. I didn't know how to make her believe me, to assure her that she wouldn't get hurt on my watch.
I didn't know how to get her to trust me if I promised to keep her safe at all costs, because once you break someone's trust —specially someone's like Y/n's— there was no going back 99% of the times.
"Fuck."
I rushed to the door, attempting to reach Y/n, because I had to convince her. I owed it to Natasha, to Clint, to Sam, to Steve; I owed it to myself, because I kept losing my grasp on Y/n, and in this situation, letting her leave wasn't an option anymore.
When I got out, both helmets in my hands, I saw Clint in front of Y/n, practically begging for her aid.
"Clint... I'm sorry. I really am..." she spoke. "I can't."
"Yeah, you can." she spun around at the same time as Clint's eyes laid on my form over the girl's shoulder. "you can, and you have to."
She was suddenly fuming. "what the hell did you just say?"
"Bucky shut the fuck up and stop making it worse." Clint warned me while Y/n took a couple of steps towards me.
"You have to." I repeated as confident as I could whilst my heart pounded in my chest. "You have to, that's why you came all the way from your fancy ass apartment in Manhattan." it was the fourth sort of conversation I had with the girl I hadn't talked in a year, and I had decided to push her buttons. "'cause no matter how you fucking hate me, y'know you won't be able to sleep at night—"
"Shut the fuck up, Bucky." Clint repeated, almost hysterical as I went on, my eyes locked with Y/n's in an attempt to make her know I meant every word.
"—if something happened to Natasha when, knowing you could've, you refused to help." Y/n pursed her lips, refusing to retort anything. "whether you like it or not, I know you Y/n, and I know you're not gonna leave."
It was the riskiest stunt I had pulled in a while, but after a dreadful instant of silence, I realized it had worked.
"You're so goddamn confident about it, aren't you?"
"I also know you're probably considering leaving, just to fucking prove me wrong."
Silence again, her eyes dug into mines as she closed the distance between the two of us to grab her helmet. "You're so full of yourself."
"I'm right, though." I couldn't help but retort with the lightest tinge of amusement in my tone.
"I'm riding with Clint."
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