#exams are over mine were all at the start but there are still reports

[aurorangen]

cc shopping after exams why not? 💀

whats this timing man

[csainz5]

Mine || Charles Leclerc #16

pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which seeing people ship you with other drivers fuels the possessiveness in charles.

author notes: can u tell ive been obsessed with culpa mia. also this is my first charles fic (!!!) i made sm tweaks to the original req im so sorry 😭 deff been in a slump recently bc exams but 🙏 no beta read!! this one is still raw asf lol

req: yes/no.

wc: 1.2k words

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the air as the weekend approached was filled with an adrenaline of its own. drivers loitering on the paddock, a camera shoved up each one of their faces. most of them were making videos for their teams social media, while others were giving interviews. silly banter & playful hazing surrounded the place as the free practices neared. as calm and laid back as the environment was, a new buzz had taken over the virtual world. it seemed like the redbull fans had taken on a new intrest in a the friendship you and max shared, suspecting it could be more than just friends. you’re shocked as you read through the articles, what could possibly make it seem like you were both in any sense more than just friends? max was like the brother you never had, and you, the sister he had always hoped of having. as much as the articles were delusional, you didnt really care that much about them, i mean why would you be afraid when there’s nothing youre scared of being open to the public? okay, maybe not everything. not the time when you were so drunk you demanded every guy on the paddock to quote “settle it with me on the ring”, not the time when you were the culprit behind the hilarious azerbaijan mix up where you stole the champagne on the podium and replaced it with an empty one, and definitely not the fact that you’re already taken, by a person known to all on the paddock.

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The morning of the race was always an exhilarating one no matter which team youre driving for, or which team you’re rooting for. the passion, the dedication and the confidence in the each and every drivers persona was enough to fill you in the same mindset. though youve always been a redbull fan, which, i mean is definitely not even surprising considering you probably frequent their garage more than some of their own engineers, youve always held an admiration for all the drivers. even you knew how dominant the redbull cars were, so seeing the rest of the drivers still catch up with less resources filled your heart with pride. you look up at the fan’s waiting impatiently for the race to start with a smile on your face. this, will never get boring, you think.

Lord Percival 👑

can’t find you anywhere near here, don’t tell me you’re ditching me today yet again 😔

a chuckle escapes your lips.

You

i wouldve come over but you’re all the way across rn 😭 i’ll definitely be waiting for you after the race tho.

Lord Percival 👑

wow. way to betray me over text babe

You

okay drama queen 😒

Lord Percival 👑

guess you rubbed off on me then mon jolie

You

ill make it up to you, i always do.

just before you press send, you notice the drivers had already left for their respective interviews. whats the point in sending it now anyways, you decide.

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the dark looms over the sky as celebrations near. the smell of alcohol, weed and god knows fucking what become all too familiar to you at this point. you reach the party alongside max, which considering he’s your best friend was not out of the ordinary for you, but little did you know, it didn’t help the ongoing rumours one bit. the familiar stench of reporters clogs your mind. what the hell were the doing here? and more importantly why were all of them suddenly taking an intrest in your friendship with max? question after question is thrown at you which makes you realise youve had enough of this. you reach for your phone.

You

screw this party

wanna meet up at our usual spot?

Lord Percival 👑

im always down 🙏

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you could never get sick of this. the same ride, the same atmosphere, the exact same playlist playing over and over again, the curves of the road as you drive through. because you know, at the end of this journey would be the same thing you look forward to, every time. so you get into you car, and drive the same drive to the same spot, once again. at a pillar reading out “623” you stop by the ferrari you know all too well.

there he was. i could never get used to seeing him like this, you think, dressed up in formals but looking formal in no way whatsoever. shriveled hair, buttons unbuttoned, jewellery he knows how to style in just the right way. his crazed eyes of emerald, gazing into you with an intensity that makes your nerves shiver.

“took you long enough to come here” he says, holding you waist. “it was a longer drive than usual” “is that so?” he says, stepping aside you to rest against his ferrari, right beside you. folding his arms, he continues, pulling a cigarette out of his blazer, “want one?” “please, today was a bitch” “i could say the same for me, really” he reaches towards you, lighting your cigarette. “races in monaco are my favourite” he says, looking up at the sky. “yeah, id imagine so. nothing beats home” “yeah, it’s great to be home and all, but theres also something in monaco that beats the thrill any race could give me” he steps forwards, hands placed beside either sides of you.

he pulls the cigarette from your lips, taking in a puff himself. he brings his lips to your ear, “or rather, theres someone in monaco, who beats the thrill any race could give me” he whispers, blowing the smoke away. he flicks the cigarette aside and steps on it, as he lifts your face up, meeting your eyes with his own. “someone who sighs right when i kiss her here,” he goes on to place a chaste kiss on your mole, right on your neck by your jawline. and like a story repeated enough times, you sigh. “someone who arches her back when i pull her hair slightly like this,” he gently tugs your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and like a telltale, you arch your back, the satisfaction of being right sprawled across charles’s face.

“but of all, the one thing that makes me come back to this place again and again, is knowing that—“ he lifts your hips up, making you wrap your legs around him. “you’re mine.” the second he says that, its like all the dots connected in your head. you never thought charles would be jealous of the rumours, given how he was the one who didn’t want your relationship to be public. “charles, are you jealous?” you ask. “so what if i am?” “well, i for one wouldnt want my boyfriend to be feeling like that anymore” “what do you mean?” you pull out your phone from your clutch, “kiss me” “wait what are you doing?” “i said, kiss me” you say, pulling him in by his jaw. “im conf-“ you kiss him, shutting him up. as he closes his eyes he finds himself to not be able to help himself from drowning into you, well atleast until a flash brings him out of his trance. “im going to post it.” “you don’t have to, you know” “but i want to. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me charles. you’re my favourite person and i would hate to see you be jealous”

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“i can’t believe you actually did it, jolie” “its the least i could do” you say, pecking his cheek. “but ive gotta say, i definitely wouldnt mind seeing this shade of you more often” “you haven’t seen the end of me yet, mon ange”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"Sometimes it's better to be alone."

I was so hype to write these!! Family dramas are my favorite flavor of angst :3c They should attend group therapy together, I think it would be beneficial to everyone—

I would recommend reading this interaction beforehand, as that previous post leads into Rollo first meeting Ortho and gives more context for how these headcanons start off.

A Big Ignihyde Welcome to Rollo!

Unlike the other dorm leaders thus far, Idia has yet to extend Rollo an invitation to Ignihyde. It leaves Rollo with no choice but to confront the boy himself. (The sooner he gets these courtesy calls over with, the sooner he can be on his way out of this hellhole.)

Tracking Idia down proves to be a more difficult task than Rollo initially thought it would be. Idia’s rarely seen in public, nor does he allow others into his room. On those few occasions where Rollo makes a beeline for his floating tablet, Idia automatically mutes him and directs the tablet to retreat!!

It’s only through a chance encounter with Ortho that Rollo learns of loopholes in Idia’s schedule: he’s always physically present on exam days and Board Game Club meetings. This leads to Rollo insisting that he will join Ortho to “pick up” his brother from that day’s meeting. His real goal? To chew Idia out for all the trouble he has caused both him and his innocent little brother!

When Rollo shows up at the Board Game Club’s base, Idia stands up so abruptly that he sends a board and its pieces scattering across the floor. Thrusting a pale, shaking finger at the doorway, he manages to stutter out, "R-R-ROLLO-SHI?!?! Wh-What are you doing here?!"

"He told me he was looking forward to speaking with you, Nii-san! I brought him with me so you two could spend some quality time together," Ortho reports cheerily. He glances at their guest with a smile. "Hehe, so that’s your name?"

Their guest stiffens for a second--and Idia braces himself, expecting a tirade--but to his shock, Rollo instead gives a small smile. "That is correct. As you can see, your brother and I are already... acquainted with one another." Idia's eyes bulge, his jaw dropping. "Wh-Who are you and what have you done with the real Rollo-shi?! He’s way too introverted and rage-filled to want to associate with…”

Before Idia can finish his statement, Rollo yanks him (“Excuse us,” to Ortho) into an isolated corner of the emptying classroom. With a harsh glare, he launches into a lecture about “how dare he leave his brother unsupervised” and “isn’t he aware of the sorts of hooligans that run rampant around campus” and “what if he were to be hurt due to your negligence”.

Idia shrinks further and further into himself as Rollo'a anger builds. He passes a helpless look at Ortho in the doorway, who just smiles and waves back. W-Why is Ortho endorsing this?! Idia's gaze flickers back to Rollo, whose face is contorting as he continues to chide him. Ortho, Rollo, Ortho, Rollo...

A realization sinks in, and a grin slowly forms on Idia's mouth. His confidence returns to him. “Hihihihi! I get it now. You’re big mad and flying off the handle 'cuz you can with me. You can't do the same with Ortho. You don't want to show this side of yourself to him. That's it, isn't it? He reminds you of..."

Rollo's eyes are dark and filled with a silent sorrow. It mixes with his anger, creating a far deadlier concoction. "You have no right to speak of him!!" he hisses.

"Heh. I'm right," Idia says smugly. "... Don't blow a fuse. I don't care about your family affairs or your past or whatever. Just don't butt into mine. And if this is about doxxing you to Ortho, I haven't." Rollo's eyes narrow in skepticism. "LMAO, not for your sake," Idia clarifies, jerking his chin at Ortho. "For his. He'd never stop worrying about me if I dropped the bomb about your inner chunnibyou.”

"You're lucky you even still have a brother to…" Rollo's words catch in his throat, and he forces them back down. "You have no clue how lucky you truly are, Shroud-kun."

"Weird, cuz I don't feel very lucky with you breathing down my neck. What'd I do to earn your ire, huh?"

“Stop!” Ortho declares, suddenly popping up between the two older boys. He glances eagerly between Idia and Rollo. “Did you two have fun catching up? We should head back to Ignihyde to hang-out now~"

"Huh?!" The third years are not happy with this arrangement—but with Ortho grinning at them like that, shooting off all kinds of ideas for what they can do together, neither of them can say "no" either.

Entering Ignihyde, Rollo is automatically put off by the cold, sterile environment of it. Lights and screens blip everywhere, everything is straight and geometric, metal and circuits. They’ve embraced the technology of the modern era, he laments. No respect for tradition whatsoever.

They stop by Ortho’s room first upon his insistence (he wanted to pick up a game or two to bring along to his big bro’s place!). The young boy flings the doors open, revealing pristine living quarters. Rollo is very impressed, even going so far as to give Ortho a stiff pat on the head for his efforts at staying meticulous.

E-Eh? I’m not dreaming this, am I? Idia’s heads practically bulge out of his skull. Rollo-shi seriously smiled and showed some sort of affection to someone else?! What’s with this absurd gap moe? C-Could it be that… n-not even Rollo-shi can withstand Ortho’s cutness…? W2G Ortho!! Your power levels are unrivaled!!!

Out of the corner of his eye, Rollo spots a few wooden figurines lined up on a shelf. There’s no mistaking it; those are the souvenirs Idia brought back for Ortho from the City of Flowers. For some reason, seeing them makes his heart palpitate uncomfortably.

Even stranger, there are odd tubes and wires in plain sight. Rollo wonders what they’re for—and his thoughts go to Ortho and his strangely metallic body, the lights on him that flash. His strange way of talking, the inhuman nature of him. Why does he appear this way? Rollo wants to know, but he thinks it rude to ask directly of the boy, so he has to default to pouncing in a moment alone with Idia.

Ortho retrieves a copy of the game he wanted (though he hides it from Rollo’s view). Off to Idia’s room they go!! (Idia nervously bites his nails at the prospect of allowing Rollo inside his mancave; Rollo snippily reminds Idia to trim his nails like a normal person would.)

Idia nervously pushes the door to his room open (every second of it seems to drag on, only prolonging his suffering). Rollo stares at what unfolds before him: cardboard boxes with games spilling out, an unmade bed, books and cables littering the floor… His expression crumples as if to say, Damn, bitch. You live like this? but Rollo (generously) only presses his mouth into a thin line.

He instantly tries to go about cleaning Idia’s mess (while simultaneously chewing him out for it). Idia trails after Rollo while wailing about the disruption of his “organized chaos”. (“Noooo, not my mint condition signed copy of the Sled Over Heels manga anthology!!” and, “Don’t touch that!! It’s a super exclusive one-of-a-kind Premo! T-shirt I pulled in a lotto…!”)

Rollo finds a pair of headphones with… cat ears… on them. “What is the purpose of this?” he asks of Idia, who looks absolutely mortified. (“I-It’s for the kawaii aesthetic! You wouldn’t get it…” ) “I don’t see the point of it. Felines are vermin all the same.”

Well, that sets Idia off. They get into an argument about the pros and cons of cats

Idia rushes to grab his most obscene materials snd hurriedly shoves them under his bed. Rollo obviously notices, but makes no effort to tear them away from Idia (in case poor Ortho is exposed to a glimpse of those lascivious materials). Instead he settles for chastising Idia again for his “impure” tastes.

Once everything has been (sort of) tidied up, Idia is nudged to offer their guest food! … But all that’s available are candies, Doritos chips, Mountain Dew soda, and energy drinks. (There’s also instant ramen, but they’d have to boil water for it.) Rollo wrinkles his nose and starts to criticize Idia’s diet. “L-Like yours is any better!” Idia retorts. “All you do is inhale croissants and grapes like a madman! That’s hardly a balanced build!”

Rollo sits by kneeling on the floor, which makes Idia’s skin crawl. “It feels like you’re going to start praying for the power of God and anime to be on your side,” he grumbles.

They attempt to play various card and tabletop games, with Ortho as their audience (if he were to play, he says, it would be unfair to them both). As Idia keeps sweeping Rollo and (loudly) gloating about his wins, the tension in the room builds. Rollo doesn’t care about wins or losses, but Idia’s attitude is most certainly rubbing him the wrong way. Ortho cheers both of them on regardless!

Ortho pulls put the game he had retrieved from his room: it’s a copy of Star Rogue! “It’s a classic. Nii-san and I used to play it all the time. I think you’ll like it too.” He pops it in and hands the controller to Rollo, then the other to his brother. Enter the second round of Rollo being obliterated 💀

… Rollo begrudgingly finds that it feels therapeutic to button mash to shoot down the final boss. (He pictures it as his mortal enemy, Malleus Draconia, and relishes in its fiery end as the boss disappears into a starry void.)

When the games become old, Ortho suggests a movie! He happily shares about his experiences in the Film Research Club—how he provided the special effects for their last production, and how he played the part of the villain in the one before that. It’s been a great help with understanding the full scope of human emotion, so maybe watching a film together can help them all come together as friends!

There’s a bit of squabbling over what they’ll watch. Idia wants to check out the live action adaptation of Two Piece, a swashbuckling high-seas adventure based on a popular manga series—and if Rollo has to choose something to watch with Idia, it would be a documentary to hopefully instill some sense of culture in the heathen.

In the end, they let Ortho make the decision (since it’s clear they can’t agree to anything). He picks out a horror movie—because, according to him, his data says that humans easily confuse high adrenaline feelings with like fear and intimacy! It’s the most effective way to get his big bro and Rollo to be besties!

Idia tries to enjoy the movie but it keeps being undercut every five minutes with Rollo griping about how “unrealistic” certain details are or complaining about how they probably used magic (ick) to achieve some special effects. “You’re ruining the suspension of disbelief!!” Idia hisses at him.

Whenever there’s a terrifying moment, Idia has a habit of screaming and clinging to whatever’s closest to him. That, unfortunately, is Rollo today. He tries to counter by shoving Idia off, but the nerd’s grip is surprisingly iron clad when reinforced by fear.

When the movie is over with, Ortho excitedly asks what their thoughts on it were. (He loves leading the film analysis talks in Film Research Club!) Idia starts to mumble something, but Rollo speaks over him to express that he thinks it was “an affront to nature” for the mad scientist in the movie to have robbed graves to reanimate his son. “He just couldn’t let the dead rest in peace, could he…? No, he went and selfishly desecrated the memories of a boy long since passed. How despicable!!”

Idia falls suspiciously silent at the comment. “… M-Maybe… he just really missed him,” Idia tries. “and that’s the scientist’s way of grieving and coping with the circumstances. He did what he could to bring his son back.”

“He trifled with something he could not understand. A man so arrogant as to play God,” Rollo spat. “His son is dead. Gone forever. To attempt to revive him, to try and turn back the clock…! It is utterly futile, and it has resulted in an abomination walking upon the earth, trapped between life and death with no end in sight!”

“Th-That’s not…! Who are YOU to act all high and mighty? Missing a loved one so much you’d do anything in your power to bring them back… I-It’s no different than pulling some end-of-the-world level bullcrap in their name!”

“EXCUSE ME?! You take back those words this instant!!” (“Make me!!”) Both boys are shouting now, each fiercely defending their own stance. Neither of them even pay attention to Ortho, who’s trying desperately to calm them both down. Their feelings are far too hot, too frenzied.

Rollo has never seen Idia show this much gall—not since that night atop the bell tower, not since Idia had spouted off all those accusations, lamenting that they were one and the same. It’s almost as though…

“Say whatever you want about me, but leave Ortho out of this!!”

At Idia’s exclamation, everything clicks into place. A deceased younger brother, the sorrow Idia had shed, the claim of their similarities, Ortho’s robotic form… Oh, god. Horror seizes Rollo’s heart, and he feels sick to his stomach. “You…!! What have you done…?”

Hot anger erupts like a plume of lava. Rollo, shaking like a madman and his expression grave, clutches onto Idia’s shoulders and vigorously shakes him. If looks could kill, Idia would already be a corpse by now. He’s frozen with fear and terror, unable to so much as summon any magic to fend Rollo off. The other boy is shouting in his face, spit flecking Idia. “What have you done, Shroud-kun?!”

BZZZT!! A strange sound suddenly fires off, and the air is warm and filled with the smell of smoke. Rollo and Idia slowly turn their heads—there’s Ortho, looking none too pleased. In the wall just a little above both third years’ heads is a hole, courtesy of a certain robot’s laser beam.

“… That was a warning shot,” Ortho says, glaring intensely at their guest. The scornful look breaks Rollo’s heart—the look of a betrayed brother. The accusatory words Idia uttered to him on that fateful night resound like haunting bells in his kind: “Do you think your brother would want this? Do you think he would be happy knowing you’ve done all of this in his name?”

Rollo releases Idia, who scrambles over to his younger sibling with a squeak of relief. “O-Ortho, you’re my savior!!” he happily sobs. But the robot isn’t looking at Idia.

“Rollo Flamme-san,” Ortho says in a resolute tone, “I definitely won’t forgive you if you hurt my brother!”

“Your brother?” Rollo can’t help but scoff. “That man? Don’t make me laugh. He’s nothing of the sort. He is a usurper, having dredged you up from the Underworld and stuffed your soul into an unrecognizable body…!!”

“He is my brother, and I’m his brother. We know each other. We care for each other. That’s enough for us.” Rollo’s brow furrows at the response given to him, spoken as if it were so easily the truth. His will cracks, his shoulders slump. Again, he has lost to a NRC student. Again, he’s defeated. Again, he has nothing left.

A new heat rises up, this time to his eyes. He hangs his head, furiously swiping away at his traitorous sockets. How dare they—how dare they decide to have a moment of weakness now! “Rollo-shi…” Idia awkwardly starts, but Rollo snaps at him. “Shut up, shut up! I don’t want your pity!!” (Idia was actually going to say something trolly and insensitive, so maybe it was for the best that he didn’t continue.)

An uncomfortable silence falls upon the room. Silent tears dribble down Rollo’s face. He wipes them away, but new leaks spring up to replace them. So many emotions be has repressed are coming out in full force. He’s lost control of himself, bringing on a new wave of shame.

Rollo composes himself as best he can (which isn’t a lot) and forces out something resembling calm. “… I will see myself out now. I apologize for exposing you to my unseemly display.” He isn’t even able to take a single step before he is stopped.

“Rollo Flamme-san!” Ortho calls out. Rollo looks back at the boy who is no longer mad. “I think… I understand what you must be feeling. You’re scared and angry and full of guilt. I know because nii-san and I have felt the same before. We wanted to tear the world down and rebuild it into a new, shiny utopia. That was your dream too, wasn’t it? For us, a world where we can be heroes. For you, a world where you and your brother can be at peace. Grief can drive mourners to do unbelievable things. That’s why I exist—and that’s why it’s not too late for you to restart. I think your brother would agree with me.”

Rollo looks entirely taken aback by the young boy’s speech. Even Idia is flabbergasted by what he’s saying. “O-Ortho?! What are you saying… How do you know about all of that?!”

“Huh? I didn’t tell you? I heard about it from Deuce Spade-san, Epel Felmier-san, and Sebek Zigvolt-san!” (Of course it was from the blabbermouth first year normies! Idia cringes.) As it turns out, Ortho knew all along but made the conscious choice to not let on until now.

“But then why keep up the charade?” Rollo demands, confused. To that, Ortho replies, “I thought it would be more difficult to forgive and to give you a second chance if that information was at the forefront of my memory banks.”

“Second chance…? You would grant that to a person who has knowingly attempted to backstab your beloved brother multiple times? Feh, you’re naive, Ortho-kun. Far too naive. Your ‘brother’ should have built you with more skepticism in your programming. Some nasty misfit might come along and commit an atrocity right under your nose, then take advantage of your innocence to get away with the crime.”

The boy shakes his head. “… That’s not true. I’ve run the numbers. There is a non-zero chance that you can change, Rollo Flamme-san. Nii-san could turn his 0.01% to 100%. He returned from the brink of despair. I know you could too.”

Ortho’s words strike him. It’s as though Rollo himself is the body of a great bell, and Ortho, the clapper rattling against him, producing a great, full-bodied sound resonating within him. Hope chases away the darkness clouding his heart, drying his tears.

Idia, Rollo realizes, truly is very lucky to have someone like Ortho by his side. Rollo lets out a bitter chuckle. “… Hmph, what childish, comforting sentiments. It must be nice to see the world in such a way.”

He feels like he should be mad. He wants to be mad. But he can’t be, not at Ortho. Ortho, who now looks at Rollo with such sad eyes, so big and shiny they almost seem wet with tears—how can a robot have such a heart, such a very human soul?

“Shroud-kun!!” Rollo barks, making Idia jump. “You had better appreciate and cherish him. Do you understand me? The instant I catch wind of you mistreating Ortho-kun… There will be dire consequences in store for you.”

“H-Huh?! Where’s this protectiveness for Ortho suddenly coming from?! He’s MY little brother, so back off! Find your own party members!!”

“It only makes sense to remove a child in a toxic environment and replace them in a far better one. I’ve witnessed the perverse content and entertainment you consume. It’s no sort of example to be setting for the youth.”

“Dude, are you seriously shaming me for my interests? I won’t stand for it!! Hell hath no wrath like an otaku scorned! I’m so gonna defend my waifus to the bitter end!!”

“Hehe!l Ortho giggles to himself. “It looks like Rollo Flamme-san and nii-san are getting along after all.”

“WE ARE NOT!!”

[gaystayzennie]

I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

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Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

[alex51324]

A sensitive topic, but useful information

If you have a uterus, etc., and are dysphoric enough about it that you don't go to the gyno, here's a thing I learned this week that may come in handy one day, if you start having pain or other symptoms from that department:

There's a way you can at least get started on having all those organs checked out, without taking your pants off.

It's called a transabdominal pelvic ultrasound--you lay down, fully clothed, and just pull up your shirt as far as your ribcage, and undo your fly and push your trousers/underwear down to your hipbones. (And if you still feel too exposed, you can get a drape for the parts of your abdomen they aren't working on at any given moment.)

The technician goes over you with the little wand-thing (like you see on TV when pregnant people are getting a scan of the fetus); it takes a while, but it doesn't feel like much of anything.

Note: It's common, if you possess the relevant anatomy, for them to do what's called a transvaginal pelvic ultrasound along with the transabdominal one--that does indeed involve taking your pants off (and worse). It gives a better view of the ovaries, apparently, and it can be more convenient for them to go ahead and do that at the same appointment. But both my doctor and the technician who did the test were completely understanding and familiar with the concept that someone might not be up for that. All I had to do was hint to my doctor that I wasn't comfortable with the internal, and she said that was fine, we'd just do the transabdominal scan, and if that didn't provide enough information we'd talk about options based on whatever the findings were.

(The person at the central scheduling hotline, on the other hand, was kind of confused and kept trying to schedule me for the other thing, but honestly, I got the impression she was either very new to the job or just not the sharpest crayon in the box, bless her heart. Once I got in the room with the technician, she immediately grasped the situation and everything was fine.)

So it was all very easy and nontraumatic, and I probably should have had it done ages ago*. If you possess those organs, and are having pain or other symptoms in them that you've been hesitating to bring up** to a doctor because you're not comfortable having an internal exam, there are options available--hopefully your doctor will suggest it right off the bat, like mine did, but if not you can ask for it by name: transabdominal pelvic ultrasound.

(*I've got ovarian cysts, which is common and usually not a big deal, but if I'm reading the report correctly, mine are really quite surprisingly large. I haven't actually talked to the doctor about the results yet; with the holiday weekend it'll probably be Tuesday before I hear back.)

(**I didn't bring up the subject; the doctor felt something when she was palpating my abdomen during a routine physical, because of how fucking huge this cyst is. I should have brought it up.)

[lovinglettersacrosstheverse]

Special Delivery!

We've got a letter for Louise Worth @mysweetlouise! And there's even some pressed flowers! 💖💕

My Dear Lou.

How long will you make me wait? Dancing on the edge of my reach with the one you know I despise most? I know you enjoy games but hasn’t this gone on long enough?

A part of me feels this is my own fault. Some form of punishment for the state I left you in. I wish you knew how much it has tormented me over the years. Knowing what was only a second in the world was decades in the mirror with Damien and Celine, I can’t imagine how alone you must have been. How much time you spent alone, trapped. The centuries we will never know. You did not deserve that. Which is why I don't understand why you keep playing with Mark. It’s not the same Mark, fine, but they all have that same seed of narcissism inside them that lead to our fates.

We could make a home in this new reality, if you would only give me the chance. I haven't made one without you yet, not really. There’s a building where I meet with others, unusual like us. I have a room with a bed here, but I do not rest. If you were here, it would give the old bed purpose and I would keep you company. The affection of Damian and curiosity to know you of Celine live on in me, memories of you that are not mine haunt me. Your face is what I see most nights Louise, before everything went wrong, the college days, the games, the late walks across the college grounds. 

And the look in the mirror when you were left behind. I don’t know which one is worse.

Please! I have been tortured enough, join me and we will make sure Mark receives the same punishment as I or better yet, ensure he can’t hurt another soul when he next feels the need. While I drown in the past of our fury and pain, he lives on free of his sins. 

I’ve taken a breath and a moment of reflection. This isn't about him. This is about you and me. And you deserve better than you have ever gotten, Lou. I want to be the one to provide that for you, we can provide a better life and a better future for each other. You never truly got to be the D.A. in our past life, but you can be anything in our future. Not just playing a role, a meaningless game where nothing matters as you do now. We can make something with substance that actually counts for something. But I can’t do it without you.

Maybe I sound like a fool. We haven’t gotten the chance to re-familiarize ourselves with each other in some time, despite how long we’ve had. You’re a different person by now as well, I imagine. I wonder how many habits you still have from the past. What new ones I could learn about you. 

When you tire of your current circumstances, remember that my door is always open and a new home of our own making ready to be built. 

Sincerely,

Your Ever Waiting Darkiplier

Well, there is one more thing....

I also found a torn paper in the mailbox today, it looks like a journal page? I'm not sure this is supposed to be here... but I think its for a Louise Worth as well so maybe i am supposed to deliver it!

It’s late now. I’m in my office, reading the most recent report from the Jim’s when the radio changed. It started playing this slow jazz and these memories came to my mind, unbidden. Damien's memories of you, late nights listening to jazz as you both studied for exams. A record you’d put on the phonograph that became his go to for focusing on work in the years after. The years apart as you all worked for your separate goals, when Damien would spend these nights wishing for your company once again. Lou.

You're not even here. I write only for myself, a page i will tear and burn when I have the chance. But still, writing to you makes it easier somehow. Calms me in these moments.

This body always aches, and I can imagine at one point the heart would ache for you. If I told you it still did, you would know better than to believe me, wouldn’t you? I saw it in your eyes the last time we met, your silent regard for me. You're getting wiser to the situation. I can’t fool you into thinking the Damien you knew is still in here anymore, can I? Nor can I convince you that being as I am, I can feel anything other than rage and resentment. Perhaps the resentment I feel towards Mark for making that promised future of you and Damian working together side by side once again is a form of love itself?

But it’s not even by his remnants you stand by now is it?

Do you have any idea what it’s like to be in a body constantly in a state of decay? I feel the pull of death over me constantly, trying to drag me away like a fist around my throat, never tightening more than it is but never loosening either. And yet you’re out there in your own new skin, where did it come from?

(Note from here to the * was originally all scribbled out but i managed to make it readable... though maybe I should have left it)

Do you want me to apologize for leaving you there? None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for him, I am trying to get revenge for us all!

And now you go and have your little adventures with that monster! In practically every reality, you two are connected in some way, you really think any Mark in any other universe is any different than the one who did this to us? This is why you couldn’t stay! You’re too soft, you weren’t angry enough at the right people. You are the exact fool Celine pegged you for that night, all those years ago. 

How did you get a new body? How, how, who did you take it from, where did you get it, why do YOU have one?*

I apologize. You know how this unstable amalgamation of my being can be. I'm getting better at controlling it over the years, but I still have my moments. Can you not lend a hand to an old friend?  Or perhaps those old tales you told Damien once were true, and this is my repentance for breaking a mirror?

No, perhaps you're right. And there is more to atone for on my end. You should not have been pushed out. I was blinded by the mission of my birth. Clearly I underestimated your strength and resolve, if the way you stand against me and the endurance of your soul is anything to go by.

We are still old friends, aren’t we? You were there when I was created, the first face I saw and even behind whatever cloaks me now, still the face I see in every mirror and reflection. What some might say should be guilt or softness I should feel at that is as all things, replaced with the rage of knowing why I carry you with me in such a literal way…

I wish to confide in you one thing Louise, that I barely confide in myself. There’s one other feeling I'm capable of that sits so deep within me it’s but a grain of sand in the void fractures that make up my sewn together soul. Fear. I am the living testament to their hatred and thirst for revenge. If, when I see their retribution through, then what? What will become of me? Will I have any purpose? Will I continue to exist at all? What will be left when there is no one left to despise? You are the only one I can think of to ask. How did you survive the void of the mirror for so long that you escaped? What feeling motivated you? What purpose?

I shouldn’t keep bringing up old wounds, but what else can I do as a living scab of a soul myself? It is only this mission that keeps this broken body together.

If you just let me in, I can fix all of this. Just let your old friend in Lou.

[tencrushesperday]

Pulling on Threads pt3

Azriel x reader and very much angsty

happens during acowar so far, i forgot the exact time line bc i’ve read this book over a year ago

part 1 , part 2

i have an important exam tomorrow yet it’s 2:30am and i’m still here pls appreciate my dedication 😩

The first time you met Azriel, Rhysand had brought you to the House of Wind for a report about the repairs on the city’s wastewater drainage that had caused some problems recently. Everything was going well until shadows started gathering around you. They were not threatening but you would lie if you said it didn’t startle you.

“You could have just come in and said hello, you know. No need to send your little friends over.” Rhysand’s chuckle brought you out of your apprehensive thoughts about the shadows swirling around you. You didn’t understand what he was saying but it all made sense when the door opened to reveal the most beautiful male you have ever set your eyes on.

You were staring, wide eyed, as the shadows regained their masters, cladding his body in this dark, mysterious aura. It took Rhysand’s voice again to get you out of your fixation. “This Azriel. Azriel, this is a friend of mine.”

You shot up to your feet and extended an arm, out of courtesy. However, the tall male didn’t reciprocate your gesture. Withdrawing your hand, you let out a shy “Hello” suddenly very aware of his gaze on you.

You wished you had the confidence to keep the eye contact but he was so imposing that you sat back down. Rhysand told him that the both of you had a meeting that would soon end and he would seek him out once he was done. At that, Azriel left with a short nod. Nothing else had left on that he was aware of or even listened to what was going on in the room. You wondered if he was always that expressionless.

Rhysand apologised for his Spymaster’s behaviour but you brushed it off, reassuring him that there was nothing to apologise for.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. You got nervous each time you were around him. He was so pretty it literally hurt. It was pathetic how nervous you were around him at the beginning because you wanted to get to know him but had no idea how to engage. And he certainly wasn’t making it easier.

Yet, with time, you two grew comfortable around each other. Obviously he wasn’t one to talk much, but you stopped trying to get him to do so and started appreciating his silence.

Since you started going out with Rhysand’s Inner Circle more often, you also noticed his feelings for the Morrigan (for a sly spymaster, that had been pretty easy to read). You weren’t exactly comfortable with her yet when it happened. However, a year after the fateful Starfall party, you both went shopping for gifts for the holiday. You started talking about relationship statuses, just mindless gossip at first. But it was the perfect opportunity for you and so you asked her about her relationship with Azriel. She laughed it off at first but later in the night, when the both of you were drinking wine in your apartment, she decided to open up about her story. Obviously, she asked you in return why you were so curious about Az and since she trusted you with her past, it felt wrong to lie to her. So you told her about your little crush, insisting that she does nothing about it.

After speaking about it, it became easier for you. Seeing that it wasn’t reciprocated, you buried your feelings deep down and started simply enjoying his company, stopped overthinking every move when in the same room as him. Of course it still hurt to see him take home a cute female after a night out, but you tried a few relationships of your own.

They never worked out, though. Your partners always complained that you weren’t giving your everything to the relationship. And since the bond never snapped with any of them, you didn’t bother. You knew your heart belonged somewhere else.

You wished it didn’t.

Especially tonight. When you woke up to everyone panicking about a missing Elain. Of course it was tragic. She was a lovely girl, that meant a lot to many people here, yourself included, as she was Feyre’s sister.

But she mattered a lot to Azriel too apparently as he flew to rescue her not thinking twice. He hadn’t heard you call his name before he shot up into the sky with Feyre. No planning, no strategies. That was so unlike the calm and collected Azriel everyone knew. She could elicit such reactions from him when you could barely get him to smile at you recently.

How cruel the world could be.

Rhysand was going mad all night waiting for them to come back. You understood, at least you told yourself that you guessed, what he was feeling when his mate was in danger like that.

Over the decades, you have mastered a composed exterior. When you’re in love with someone you copy their antics and manners, right ? At least Azriel taught you that.

But right now, with him being in the middle of the Hybern war camp, you knew it was threatening crack. You were holding on to your sanity by a thread. Because what would you do if something ever happened to him? How would you survive that ? You knew you wouldn’t. You would blame yourself everyday for at least not telling him of your feelings. He deserved to know that someone loved him as fiercely as you did, even if he didn’t feel the same. Rejection could maybe mean closure for you.

Going over every worst scenario in your mind made you nauseous so you had to leave Rhys and go to the bathroom. If nausea passed once you had a glass of water, hyperventilating only got worse, as silent tears were rolling down your cheeks. After a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door and Mor’s soft voice asking if you were okay.

You simply opened the door for her and let her hold you in her arms. You needed to ground yourself back into reality, needed someone to tell you he was going to come back, safe and sound.

She held you like that, softly stroking your head and whispering reassurances in your ear, for at least fifteen minutes before you were able to calm down your breathing and thoughts. “Let’s go make tea in kitchen, huh?” Her voice was so gentle and you were only able to nod back.

You had to get your shit together. If Mor saw you like that, it didn’t matter. But the rest couldn’t. Not Amren, not Cassian and certainly not Rhys, who was already panicked enough.

Hours passed and your worry didn’t. You drank tea with Mor, practiced some breathing exercises Cassian once taught you, even tried to get yourself busy with some other work.

Nothing has ever felt as good as Rhys announcing that Feyre told him all three of them were alive and on the way back through their daemati gift.

Nothing has ever felt as horrible as watching him land with her in his arms.

You were worried sick over him. While he was risking his life for her. When she was mated to another. When he was…

As fragile and hurt as she was, you decided that you didn’t like her. It was definitely biased, unfair, uncalled for. But you couldn’t shake that feeling. That she was stealing something from you.

“You’re hurt” Azriel shot his eyes at you. Nobody said anything before nor after you stated that. And you didn’t know if centuries or milliseconds had passed since they landed. The world was heavy on your shoulders as he held your gaze. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms. To hold him as tight as possible to make sure he was real, that he was with you and alive.

But you stayed on the other side of the room, still holding eye contact for what felt like an eternity.

Cassian got in between you as he took Elain from his arms. Azriel still stared at you over his shoulder.

You approached him slowly. You were doing everything in your power to not throw yourself at him. “Can i help you clean that?” He nodded slightly. He was so tired.

He was so, so tired. And you looked so welcoming. He just wanted to crash in your arms and let you hold him forever.

You barely caught him before he fainted.

[bridgyrose]

Good evening Bridgy. Got a oneshot for you to consider, if it should please you: Basically a fusion of the transfer student and whiterose penpal au's. I think it could be a cute fluffy oneshot, but as always it's up to you. Please have a nice day and such.

(I hope this suffices)

Weiss read the letter from her penpal, fingers tapping against the paper. It had been months since she had heard from Ruby, their last letter having been after she started going to Beacon. Though, she understood why it took so long for Ruby to respond. Between her own classes, training missions, and failing to lead her correctly, she was sure Ruby had been busy with much of the same. Still, she seemed to relax a bit as she read that Ruby was okay and the smell of strawberry cookies seemed to waft from the letter itself, a smell that Weiss learned to enjoy. 

“Miss Schnee, the headmaster is ready to see you,” the office secretary said. 

Weiss gently folded up the letter and stuck it in her uniform pocket, taking a deep breath as she walked into the General’s office. Her heart thumped in her chest as she stepped inside, her voice cracking as she made a small curtsey to him. “Thank you for talking to me about this.” 

Ironwood nodded and motioned to a seat in front of his desk. “You want to transfer to Beacon? You seem to be doing well in your classes here, you passed the entrance exam with flying colors, and your sister gave you a glowing recommendation to come here. Why would you want to leave?” 

“Atlas, wasnt exactly my first choice, and… I feel like I’ll have a better chance to improve at Beacon,” Weiss answered, sitting down as she dug through her backpack for her transfer paperwork. “And while I’m thankful that Winter gave a recommendation for me to come here, I want to take a different path of huntressing than she did.” 

“And by that you mean…” 

“I dont want to be a specialist in the Atlas military and would like to branch out and see other kingdoms.” 

Ironwood seemed to pause at the idea, taking the paperwork to look it over. “And you’re sure this is what you want to do?” 

Weiss nodded. “I am.” 

“Then I’ll see what I can do. Until then, you’re dismissed to your dorm.” 

Weiss gave a quiet thanks as she stood up and walked out of the office, making her way back to her dorm. Each step she took as quiet and slow as she looked down the empty hallways. Part of her was going to miss Atlas, but if it meant getting away from her father, then nowhere was too far. She stopped just in front of her dorm door, listening in to make sure her team was out before walking in and packing up her things. Though, as she picked up a picture of her team, she gently thumbed over the frame. 

“What are you packing for?” 

Weiss turned around to see one of her teammates walking into the dorm, slowly putting the picture back into her bag. “I’m… transferring out.” 

“I see. The Schnee didnt have what it took to be a huntress then.” 

“That’s not it at all, Violet.” Weiss closed her bag and stood up, folding up her sheets. “I told my father I would only be here for a year, and that year has gone.” 

Violet rolled her eyes. “Sure, that’s it. Nothing to do with losing your partner, right?” 

Weiss huffed as she listened to Violet leave the room, her heart breaking as she thought about the partner she had lost months ago. It wasnt her fault the training mission went wrong, the reports didnt tell them about the grimm in the mine. Or about how many grimm were in the area. Though, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that she let a teammate die, and that left a mark that would never go away. 

The next few weeks passed as the semester break came to an end, and Weiss watched out the airship window as she waited to arrive at Beacon. She tapped her foot against the floor of the cabin and held her letter from Ruby next to her chest, still not having told Ruby that she was transferring to Beacon. Not that she expected to end up on her team, but the thought had crossed her mind. Her heart started to pound hard in her chest as she imagined what Ruby was really like, only having seen a picture of her from Signal a couple years back. 

“We’re almost to Vale, Miss Schnee,” the pilot said over the intercom. “And then we’ll be arriving at Beacon shortly after.” 

Weiss nodded and folded up Ruby’s letter, putting it in jacket pocket and watched the city of Vale pass by underneath. She took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself and composed herself as she made sure her things were ready to be taken off the airship. Dust bag, clothes, hair care and makeup, all nearby and ready to be loaded onto her trolley to take to whatever dorm room she was given. She didnt care if it meant starting over as a first year again, or even ending up going through initiation, she was ready for a change of pace from Atlas. 

The airship landed after another half hour, and Weiss started to load up her trolley with her bags, smiling a bit as she saw Professor Goodwitch make her way to the landing pad. “I wasnt expecting a welcome.” 

“Normally we dont do this, but since you are a transfer in the middle of the year, I wanted to make sure you knew where to go.” Goodwitch handed over a packet of papers. “This will be your dorm assignment, your class itinerary, a few documents to read over and sign as a transfer student to make sure we can accommodate correctly if you have any restrictions, and a map of the campus. If you’re ready, I can show you where your dorm is.” 

“Thank you, that would be great.” Weiss finished loading up her trolley and followed Goodwitch through the halls of Beacon, taking in everything about the school. It was much more different than she expected from Atlas, giving more of a castle of the old kingdoms feel instead of the military base that Atlas offered. Though, it did seem harder to navigate. The dorms, while separated from the classrooms like they were in Atlas, didnt seem to have much rhyme or reason to which students were in which dorms, different teams from different years all in the same dorm halls. As well, classrooms were separated off by year instead of department, while easier to navigate between classes, made things a bit harder to navigate at the beginning and the end of the day. 

“And this will be your dorm.” Goodwitch pressed her scroll against a pad next to the door, letting it unlock and open. “You’ll be joining MIss Rose, Miss Belladonna, and Miss Xiao Long. Though, from the looks of it, they may be out for lunch, so you have a bit of time to settle before they come around. Make sure you fill out the rest of those papers and submit them to the headmaster no later than tomorrow morning.” 

Weiss gave a small nod and moved her trolley into the dorm, ready to unpack, freezing once she saw the beds. Instead of the bunks she was used to at Atlas, she instead saw four beds haphazardly set up to be bunk beds, clearly not set up by administration by the ropes and books that kept everything steady. The room was also far smaller than what she was used to, not a lot of closet space with the beds taking up a majority of the room. Still, she started to unpack her dust, stashing it under the empty bed and hanging up her dresses in the empty space in the closet. 

“Our new teammate is supposed to be here by now,” a younger voice said outside the dorm. “We should meet her.” 

“Alright, but then we need to get to Vale if you want to get that scope you’ve been looking for.” 

“It’ll be fine, we’ll have time.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she listened to the door open, turning her head to see her teammates standing outside the room. She stood up to introduce herself, pausing when she saw a familiar face from one of her letters. “I-I’m Weiss. Weiss Schnee.” 

“I’m Yang, and this is Blake and Ruby,” Yang answered back as she pointed to Blake and Ruby respectively. 

Weiss slowly reached for her scroll and searched for the picture of Ruby she had saved before making her way to Beacon. A blush started to cross her cheeks as she looked between the picture and the girl in front of her. “R-Ruby Rose, right? The same one that’s part of the Remnant PenPal program?” 

Ruby nodded and climbed up to her bed, grabbing the wallet she kept under her pillow. “Yeah, how did you know?” 

“You and I write to each other.” 

Ruby paused for a moment, turning to look at Weiss. “Wait, you’re that Weiss? You’re supposed to be in Atlas!” 

“I was, but I transferred here.” Weiss looked away and started to focus on packing again. “But it sounds like you three are going to be busy, so I’ll finish packing-” 

“You could come to Vale with us,” Blake offered. “It’ll give us a bit of time to get to know you.” 

“I still have to unpack and then fill out some paperwork-” 

“You’ll have plenty of time for that,” Yang said. 

Weiss squeaked as she felt Yang pull her to follow them, her blush starting to grow as she watched her teammates walk ahead of her. Never did she imagine she’d end up on a team with the same person she had been penpals with for years, never once did she think she’d actually  meet up with her, and now here she was, at Beacon with the girl she had been slowly crushing on letter after letter. This was going to be an interesting couple years.

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Walk By Faith (4)

[TW for PTSD episodes and panic attacks, and traumatic events.)

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Crosshair huffed as he leaned into the stretch, the rough feeling of the sparring mat a reassuring sensation under his fingers.

He wasn’t allowed to work out properly until they got scans of his brain to make sure he wasn’t gonna keel over and die on them, but going through the routine of working out sore muscles, pushing them to the limit and relaxing into the strain was a familiar one.

It also helped that he could feel the vibrations of everything on the mat, pressed against it as he was in a tangled heap of too long limbs. He sat up, untwisting himself as someone stepped onto the mat.

“Just me, Cross.” You called softly, and some of the tension he hadn’t noticed building slid from his shoulders. “Bev sent me to tell you we’re ready. You’ve done these scans before, right?” You asked nervously.

Crosshair nodded slowly. “It’s been some time.” He hedged, stretching and huffing in satisfaction as his joints clicked and popped.

“Alright. Want a hand?” You ask, kneeling on the mat in front of him. He grunted.

“Don’t really have a choice, Doc.” He held out a hand for you to take, letting you pull him to his feet and lead him to the edge of the mat, where he slipped his shoes on and gingerly felt for your shoulder before setting his hand firmly on it.

As he followed you through the halls, it struck him just how small you were compared to him. Now, don’t get him wrong, small wasn’t a bad thing (he grew up with Hunter after all) and he knew he was thin compared to the regs, both he and Tech were. But you were still a handful of inches shorter than even Hunter, and he could feel every breath and twitch of the muscle on your frame.

Bev was pleased at his recovery so far, delighted at every report. Crosshair doesn’t think he’s especially different, still grumpy and sarky as ever according to you, but there was an ease in his actions he doesn’t remember there being in a long time. Pain he had forgot he carried made itself known before slowly releasing, leaving him free from the constant headaches and nausea that had sat in the back of his head as long as he could conceivably remember.

His pulse quickened as he followed you down familiar hallways, to exam rooms he hated with a passion. He flinched as you tapped the hand on his shoulder lightly.

“Can you ease up a bit? I’m not gonna let them hurt you.” You muttered into the still air of the lift as it dropped you below the waves of Kamino into the rooms housing the equipment you’d need.

Crosshair huffed, catching his breath as he released his grip a little bit, mumbling an apology as an after thought.

“Crosshair.” You kept your hold on his hand for a second. “It’s gonna be alright. Bev said your eyes looked great. I’m already working on workarounds for this with a long time partner of mine, ok? They’re willing to help me get a neural network set into your helmet so even if your eyes don’t work, the tech will.”

“Who?” He asked, grateful for the distraction, focusing on your voice as he slowed his breathing down to what could be considered ‘normal.’

“They want to remain anonymous, but they have a friend who relies on neural networks for everything in their life. We’re bargaining a trade of information right now so I can recreate it for you.” The lift opened and you started forward, Crosshair swearing under his breath as his foot caught on the gap between the floor of the lift and the duracrete floor. He waved off your concern and fell back into step behind you down the clinical smelling corridor.

In the exam room you led him to the table, Bev hustling over to the computer terminal and making sure everything was ready.

“Commander.” You got his attention quietly, “Procedure says we need to restrain you to keep you from moving so we get a clear scan.”

Crosshair paused, his muscles all going rigid.

“Restrained how so?” He was laying flat on the padded table as you had directed while Bev was working.

You brushed his hand first to let him know you were there before moving to demonstrate.

“A band here, across your chest, and here over your shoulders… your hands would be free so you could knock on the machinery if you needed something.” You pressed your hand against his ribcage, then higher up on his chest. “And one more across your forehead, here.” You tapped lightly at the spot just above his eyebrows.

Crosshair looked right through you, his pupils flinty pinpricks in his grey gold eyes and betraying his fear.

“My hands will be free?” He asks, fidgeting with the edge of the bunk.

“Yes. There will be emergency releases on your right side. Releasing them though will mean we have to restart." You said quietly. "So the longer you can stand it, the sooner we can be done, alright?" Crosshair nods after a moment.

"Just get this over with." He held perfectly still as the synth leather straps were carefully arranged over his upper body. Your hands paused as you pulled the last one into place over his head.

"Just hold still and it will be over before you know it. Take a nap for all I care. I'm here if something happens, ok?"

Crosshair relaxed a little, trying to breath easily. The strap across his ribs wasn't tight by any means, but it still felt like it was pressing down onto his chest and constricting his breaths. He heard yours and Bev's muffled voices outside the machinery and the hum of it starting up, a pricking feeling overtaking the back of his neck as he focused on his breathing, the remembering the counting he used when he was lining up a shot, his mind beginning to drift. He tried to sleep, to hold as still as he can and close his useless eyes. The longer he sat there though, the harder it was. And it felt like an eternity.

The MRI was loud. And it was messing with his head. He couldn't see anyways, but he shut his eyes tight and tried to block out sounds he knew was just his desperate mind playing tricks on him.

Tech wasn't next to him, mumbling coordinates and dates as he tried to remember his own name.

Hunter's hiss in pain wasn't there, as he tried to shut out the lights and complaining that his skin was too tight and he could feel every crease in his clothing.

Wrecker wasn't moaning softly as his body stretched to accommodate denser bones and tighter muscles. Crosshair gritted his teeth as he felt the table shift under him. Was he done?

Even though his eyes were closed, it was too bright without seeing anything. The lab, which had been clean but not overwhelmingly so, suddenly smelled like bleach and blood and he couldn't kriffing breathe.

The lights were buzzing above them. He knew it. The bulb was about to go out in a day or so, his enhanced eyes catching every minute flicker of the light searing into his head, though shut eyes it stung and he had a building migraine as he curled farther into the bench he was on, hoping for some warmth in the chilly air of the lab.

Hunter hated the lights too, his heightened senses making laboratory settings living hell for him. Tech’s constant testing for recall speed and IQ and the sheer amount of information crammed into his head often left him mumbling for hours, unable to think enough to remember his own name. Wrecker spent his nights in agony, growing pain was bad for all of them but his was worse, often spending nights in a drugged sleep to keep him from crying out as his limbs stretched and muscles tightened. Hunter hissed. Tech muttered. Wrecker Whimpered. Crosshair?

Crosshair screamed.

Three fingered hands, rubbery and too squishy and made his skin hurt when they touched him in a way he couldn't explain. Needles in his arms, in his thighs, his neck.

It all burned. Days in darkness with bandages wrapped around his eyes after the latest round of testing left them bleeding and sore. Hunter's hand was rubbing up and down his back, Tech was blinking owlishly down at him, squinting because his last pair of goggles broke and they were waiting for new ones. Wrecker was asleep.

He loved his brothers. He really did but it hurt so bad, it was too much. He thrashed, trying to get away from everything touching him as an unfathomable weight held him down.

"-s he seizing? Bev what's going on!?"

"Focus, 9904. If you want last meal tonight you'll put it together in the time limit." The bounty hunter instructing him warned as Crosshair, 7, studied the components of the firepuncher rifle in front of him. "Two minutes. Starting....Now."

Crosshair tried. He really did. 2:04 was better than even some of the bigger clones could do! But, as he lay curled around an aching pit in his stomach that night, he was reminded that he wasn't good enough. He never was. He never will be.

"You wanna skip last meal again today, 9904? Then cut the sass and put the rifle together."

Crosshair growled. He forced his hands to move faster, his eyes to move quicker. He still wasn't good enough. 2:02.

"Post Traumatic Stress episode-"

"Damn it kid! Get your ass into gear. You're not eating until you get this right." Crosshair growled low in his throat at the bounty hunter. "You got something to say, 9904?"

"I think since you've failed to teach me properly, you should hold off too. Some missed meals might do you some good." Crosshair spat. He was fully expecting the slap that came down hard on the side of his head as the bounty hunter grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him through the halls of Tipoca city, his expression one of cold rage while Crosshair hissed and spat and scratched like a feral tooka.

"He's-" "-panic attack?"

"-Flashback-"

The rain was cold dripping down Crosshair's back as waves nearly sixty feet high battered the small platform they were on. "You know what, 9904? I think you have too much energy. You need to cool off a bit before we can continue." The bounty hunter snarled, dragging him to the edge of the platform by his thin shoulders and dangling him off. "I'll be waiting in the exam room when you get back."

With that, Crosshair was unceremoniously dumped off the side.

He never was the strongest swimmer. The icy water hit him, soaking through his cadet uniform. He blindly kicked off his shoes to reduce some of his weight as he fought to stay above the surface as another wave swelled, nearly smashing him back against the platform as he was dragged harshly under, his ears popping several times and a sharp pain erupting from his left eardrum.

Crosshair choked, the sea water salty and burning the back of his throat as he gagged and spluttered once he reached the surface. His left ear had water in it, he couldn't hear on that side as he just managed to catch the edge of the platform and cling to it like a drowned rat. The chill of the water and days of missed meals had sapped his strength, holding on was all he could do as another wave crashed over the platform and crushed his ribs into the edge and his face into the platform proper before retreated, leaving him a bloody mess as he struggled to breathe. The next wave slammed into him and he forced himself to roll with it, ending up sprawled on his back on the platform.

"I've got you, easy." Crosshair knew that voice. Where?

His trainer wasn't happy to see him. Crosshair didn't care. His time didn't improve either, his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't hardly pick up the pieces of the sniper rifle.

But there was something pressing into his back too? He looked around, but nothing was there. His trainer snarled. "Well, you gonna get this done or are we gonna sit here all night?"

A hand was gripping his trembling fingers. It... it burned. But he didn't let go. Nobody was there when he looked. The feeling persisted as he blinked a few times.

"That's it, Cross. Take your time." The voice was soft, feminine. His brothers called him that. He tried to focus on it. Shut his eyes tight even as his instructor yelled at him to get busy. "Steady does it. You did great, we got what we needed. You did so well, Commander."

Crosshair was laying flat on his back, on a soft surface. It was dark, and quiet aside from your steady breathing. You had his limp hand in yours, tracing small patterns. He was disorientated, feeling for his surely broken nose and bruised ribs. But he was fine, not even his clothes were wet.

But he had been in the ocean again, hadn't he? Trainer Jai-Billic and his creative punishments?

"Nope. Nice and dry." You murmured.

"'said that aloud?" He grumbled. His whole body ached nonetheless, phantom pain still present and he was so tired.

"Mhm. Do you wanna sit up and we'll grab some water for you. Bev said you had a PTSD induced episode. You're still getting used to not having the chip to help regulate trauma. It was... interesting, to watch your brain fire off in real time. And then you started screaming and it was terrifying." You shuddered, enough for him to feel it.

Crosshair just grunted. So that was why his throat ached. He shivered in the cold lab as you unwound your hand from his. He felt wet despite his clothes being dry, everything feeling foggy.

"Here, buddy." You touched his shoulder lightly. "Wanna sit up? I have some water for you." He let himself be guided, everything still feeling dreamlike.

"Yeah, you're still really dissociated aren't you." You murmured in reply.

"Oh... I'm talking still." His words were spilling everywhere. Nothing seemed to stay where it was supposed to, his thoughts slipping away like water through a sieve. You curled his hand around the water pouch and helped him guide it to his mouth and take a few drinks. Crosshair realized how dry his mouth was suddenly, after a few swallows he drained the whole thing.

"Right, Crosshair. Can you tell me five things you can feel?" You asked quietly. It took a second for Crosshair to gather his scattered thoughts.

"Table... Clothes..." He scratched at his jaw. "Prickly... 'need to shave... my shoes... and the water."

"We can take care of that later. What about four things you can hear?"

It was getting easier to think, although he still felt oddly dreamlike. "You... Me... uh, a mouse bot... and the computer terminal."

"Good. Three things you can smell?"

"Bleach cleaner. My soap. You." He listed off, his voice becoming a little less raspy.

"Two things you can taste?"

"Breakfast... Blood. I bit my tongue."

"One thing you can see?"

Crosshair glared in your direction. "That's not even funny."

You snort. "Just checking. Can you stand up for me? I've got everything I need and can start working on getting your helmet all fixed up. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Crosshair paused. "Don't know. I want to see again."

"Alright. I got an audio adaptor for a datapad if you want to listen to reports and your new orders. Your squad is headed to Bracca in two weeks to track down...well, your old squad." You hesitated, tension thick.

Crosshair had seemed... mixed. About his old squad. On one hand, you noticed how much he missed them. How he had turned to say something to someone that wasn't there, how his eyes had darkened when you first called him Cross, then how desperate he had seemed to be called that.

He had given you Tech's name the first time you met. After, you had looked up his squad's files, made a point to memorize their names. You were surprised how often you had worked with squad 99 before you met Crosshair.

Goggles for Tech, to correct a slight nearsightedness and slight protanomaly. You later worked on the interface with his HUD to link them to his helmet and help him control his HUD through the lenses that got in the way of him directing it with his eyes like his brothers could.

A mechanical eye for Wrecker, after Tech mixed up the red wire and the green wire in a bomb and set it off at close range, leading to the discovery of his protanomaly.

Reconstructive surgery on Echo, after his rescue from the Technounion and their sloppy work on his nervous system and not properly using his eyes for nearly two years left him partially blind and sensitive to light.

Adjustable darkshades on Hunter's helmet, to keep him from being overstimulated with the flashing blaster fire and explosions.

Really, the only one you hadn't met yet was Crosshair, due to the kaminoans being fiercely protective of his eyes.

Crosshair grunted, startling you a bit. "Guess you'd better get to work then. Those idiots are going to get themselves killed without me and a new squad is hard to adjust to."

You huffed a laugh, part of you wondering if he meant his non-clone squad or his brothers. Probably his non-clone squad.

"Let's just go get your helmet fitted out, yeah?"

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yuna yuna! congrats on your milestone! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ for your event, may i request kuroo & #13 (asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone)? giving you smooches and head pats too !!!

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13. asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone 

we’re going to osaka! said kuroo’s text.

you raise an eyebrow at the message, fingers still flying over your keyboard as you tied up the findings of your quarterly sales report. you ignore his text in favour of keeping your concentration—just a few more sentences to go, aaaaaand done.

i said, we’re going to OSAKA!!! came the subsequent text. 

i know, they already told me this morning, you wrote back. then, can we get coffee later?

you set your phone aside to reach for your mouse, but kuroo writes back before you can click on anything.

let’s go now. my treat.

the corner of your lips turn up automatically. today’s gonna be a good day.

osaka turned out to be a short trip with a small team—five days and four nights, seven people. seems like kuroo forgot to finish up the second half of his text, which should’ve read we’re going to osaka to work and not we’re going to osaka to slack off—which was what you would have greatly preferred, after finishing that monster of a report.

five slow days of conferences (boring), networking (gross), presentations (stressful) and rushing from place to place later, you finally find some time to decompress with your work buddy—and by time, you mean at two in the morning in his hotel room, five hours before your scheduled shinkansen takes you back to tokyo. 

you can’t believe you used to think that you’d have your life together by the time you became a working adult, because this—bingeing on junk food and beer in the middle of the night—seemed far from having your life together. if anything, it only reminds you of when you and kuroo would stay up all night in college, just chatting and laughing and dicking around. 

five years later, you’re glad you’re seated on a plush hotel room bed and not the grimey floor of his little dorm room. and instead of spending all your time agonising over exams, you’re gossipping about your colleagues with your best friend, getting distracted by the tv intermittently, and shoving dried potato strips into your mouth while taking turns to tell horror stories. 

“so he told his friend that he’d meet him back in the bedroom, and his friend said ‘okay’,” you whisper, your voice dipping to a low, slow crawl. “but when he got back to his room—which, mind you, only took him, like, ten seconds on foot—his friend was already in bed, snoring away.” 

kuroo stares back at you, alarmed. “...then who did he see in the kitchens?” 

you smirk. “what do you think, tetsurou?”

“fuck, that’s scary.” he runs a hand through his hair, then scrubs at his eye with his palm. you can tell that he’s actually scared now: his shoulders are tense and his back is stiff, a whole 180 from an hour ago when the two of you were chattering away about souvenirs you’ve bought.

“yep, it is,” you agree, peeling yourself off the end of his bed and dusting crumbs off your shorts. “and i’ve run out of ghost stories, so that’s all for tonight.”

“hey, no fair. you have to stay and listen to mine—it’s only fair that we go to sleep equally scared.”

an amused laugh bubbles in your throat as you toss empty jelly cups and snack wrappers into the bin. “tetsu, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. you know i’m pretty much not scared of anything. save your energy for tomorrow, okay?” 

“nooooo, don’t wanna.” he’s whining now, that big baby. “come back here and talk to me.”

“it’s late, tetsu. i gotta go to bed too.”

“you can just sleep here.”

“no, you snore.”

“aw, c’mon! we used to do this all the time—i let you borrow my notes and sleep in my bed and i didn’t even say anything when you started drooling on my arm.”

you stop in your tracks, offended, and whirl around to stare at kuroo with a hand on your hip. “for the record, kuroo-san, your notes were of no use, you wouldn’t let me out of your room, and— and—”

(you had no excuse for the drooling.)

“—why are you trying to stop me from leaving, anyway?” you look at him. closely. his back is shoved into his pillow, sheets pulled all the way up to his chin, leaving his toes peeking out the other end. he looks… small, like he’s shrunken in on himself.

“tetsu, are you— are you scared of the dark?”

“...no,” he says, the pout evident in his tone.

“then you should be fine.” you turn around to leave. 

“no!”

you look back at kuroo, at the lump of blankets on the bed. a wild mess of dark hair peeks out the top, alongside two sad eyes—puppy eyes—downturned into a frown. 

“i’m not scared of the dark,” he argues, throwing the blanket down and running a hand through his hair. “just to be clear, i simply think it won’t be safe for you to walk back to your room all by yourself. and since i’m too sleepy to walk you back, you’d just have to stay with me.”

you laugh. “bullshit, tetsurou.”

an offended gasp. “rude!” 

“but sure, since it’s so dark out, and the one-minute walk down the well-lit corridor definitely can’t be safe for little ole me!” you sing, lifting the edge of the blanket and sliding in next to kuroo.

it’s warm, so very warm. your heart flutters in your chest and all of a sudden you’re back in your final year of college again, falling into bed with kuroo after a long night of studying. it’s a different bed now, this one much comfier, but it’s the same warmth, the same sense of comfort and safety cocooning your body. and right next to you is the same boy you fell in love with so many years ago, the boy who lent you his notes and his shoulder to cry on, the boy who gave you a home to return to at the end of every tiring day.

maybe you’ll be cursing yourself for this in the morning—for staying up so late, for sleeping in kuroo’s bed again, for skipping on your nighttime skincare routine. you’re not that young anymore. a late bedtime means a bad tension headache in the morning, and if you forgo moisturiser before bed, you’ll definitely see the dry patch between your eyebrows resurface. 

but maybe, just maybe, you can let things go just this once. because when else will you be in osaka again, sleeping next to kuroo and drooling on his arm with a train to catch in a few hours?

you might not have your life together, not just yet, but you have this—this very moment with kuroo, tender and timeless.

looks like things do work out eventually, after all.

a/n: sayu bby, this is a day late but congrats on finishing your test!!! have this as a lil gift o((>ω< ))o i appreciate your friendship so so much, thank you for always sending me the sweetest good morning and good night messages and for being so supportive of my writing T^T i lov u, my honey bunny!

> read the bakugou version of this prompt here!

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[sukratyaropia24]

Withered Love(Part 1/3)

Something I cooked up for a performance output of mine for school. If my teacher somehow saw this, you do not know me nor do I know you, aight?

Summary: Two guys fall for each other, one is too early whilst the other is too late as both come to a misunderstanding that leads to the death of one under the petals and flowers, thinking that the other doesn't feel the same way.

Chiluc Modern!Au

Warning/s: Might be occ but Idc, hanahaki disease, mentioning of star tear disease, heartbreak, miscommunication, death, 'So close yet so far'.

+Hanahaki Disease: Where one feels or thinks they're receiving one-sided or unrequited love and causes the person to cough out petals that over time, if left untreated or taken care of, will grow into fully bloomed flowers in the lungs. +Star Tear Disease: A fictional illness similar to Hanahaki Disease, where subjects of unrequited love start to cry colored tears similar to stars accompanied by a crystalline breaking sound or similar noise, but unlike the flower disease, it's uncurable.

[Place And Date: College Campus, Start of The Year]

Loud chattering filled the messy hall of a college campus as the new year of school had began after the warm, hot days of the summer break.

"Hah… Another year, another inferno…" a student mentally sigh as he walk through the groups of people at the hallway. His name is Ajax, a sophomore student who had a not so good reputation during his freshman year at the same college. In the last year, he was one of the students who are barely in class and would often be caught skipping many, as much as the school tried to do anything, they couldn't as despite skipping many classes, he still had a manageable score every exam and report card.

"But I have to do this for a better life…!" He thought to himself as he reached the classroom for the first class. As Ajax took a seat at the very back of the classroom, a couple of girls near where he's sitting at, whispering at each other. "Have you seen him? I told you he looks nice despite the reputation last year," one of the girls not so quietly whispered. It was then he knew they were talking about him due to the mentioning of a kind of reputation.

And as words and rumors flew like leaves or birds on the wind, the new freshmen and other sophomores had started to pile and approach Ajax every so often, 'Am I that popular already…?' he thought once more, and so, the mayhem began.

Over the weeks, despite others wishing the popularity, Ajax doesn't like it. He wasn't the all straight-As type student, he rather go out somewhere and skip the entire school day for all he care. But he can't do that as some student either on the sophomore like him, or in the freshman trying approach to so call 'flirt' and 'hit on' him. It's mostly the female ones too, yet little the students knew, that isn't his preference.

[Place And Time: Hallway of Campus, Break Time]

Ajax was on the hallway lounging as he had nothing to do, yeah, he can leave and skip the whole class day. But it turns out, he was missing a few assignments and work to pass due to some times where he decided to cut and skip class.

As he was deep in thought to remember every missing college work he needed to do and pass, the hallway suddenly started whispering against each other, once more, mostly the girls whispering something about a senior?

'Huh, that's something…' he thought, he barely knew anybody from senior year, the ones who had already reached the last or third year of college, he was a sophomore, second year. But despite everyone seemingly wanting more of the dude, he shrugged it off and left the hallway to something more quiet of a space.

As he turned to a corner, he suddenly bumped into someone. Himself colliding into the other person's chest before falling to the ground. Ajax groaned as he rubbed his butt after falling onto the floor, "Hey.. Watch where you're freaking go… ing.." Ajax paused as he looks up to see someone who suddenly made his heart thump louder.

A beautiful, handsome being of a man stood in front of him, a confused look on his gorgeous features, the man's fiery red eyes complementing his red hair. It was as if time and everything around him slowed down as Ajax looked at the man. As Ajax was staring, the man spoke, bringing Ajax back to reality, "Hey… Are you alright?" the man spoke before Ajax suddenly stood up frantically, "YEah, yeah... I'm fine, really…" Ajax nervously chuckled and dusted himself off as the redhead continued to look at him in confusion.

Just before the red head could speak, somebody called the man which made him turn around. By the time he turned back, Ajax was gone.

Ajax sighed heavily as he catched his breath, one hand on his knee and the other on his chest as his heart pounded and thump through his chest like a drum. As this was happening, one thing was the only thing on his mind as the red head look at where Ajax was last seen and thought of the same exact question, heart softly thumping on his chest as they thought….

'Who was really that guy?'

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - Hate Control: Chapter 9

Location: Cafe Characters: Adonis, Kouga, Arashi & NEGI

TL Note:

In Japan, it’s considered etiquette to refer to someone you’ve just met or don’t have a close relationship with honorifics. It is commonly seen as rude when not.

NEGI: “Haha. Kouga, you’re such a good kid.”

Kouga: So you finally called me by name. No honorifics[∗] or anythin’, huh? I guess I don’t really mind, either way.

NEGI: “So that’s how it is. I see… You didn’t like seeing your territory changing and even hated the idea of it disappearing.”

“That’s why you couldn’t turn a blind eye to me.”

“It wasn’t just because you didn’t like me being loved by the crowd more than you – you probably had those feelings too, but you’ve got a just reason to be angry.”

“You weren’t just taking your anger out on me. If that’s the case, then I’ll have no issues facing you head-on too.”

“But your worries were needless.”

“I’ve got the right permissions to perform those Showa-era pop songs.”

Kouga: R-Really?

NEGI: “Yeah. Go to ES or check the other places if you have your doubts.”

“One of the higher-ups of the industry is a relative of mine. Both me and my brother have the power to basically do whatever we want.”

“That’s also how my brother ended up getting into Yumenosaki by bypassing the transfer exam despite being an idiot.”

“I told him not to but there’s an abyss that I can’t step foot into.”

“But he always responds well. Just because he responds well doesn’t mean he’ll actually listen to me.”

“What should I do with a brother like him? He’s still cute, though.”

“...Hm? What, Anzu?”

“Hmm? You say my brother… Hitsugi’s having a hard time? It’s your fault? Because the ‘Peace Party’ people think he’s your friend so they’re bullying him?”

“I do know about Hitsugi’s situation, of course. I’m not particularly interested in it but he reports everything to me even if I don’t ask him to.”

“He just says, ‘Onee-chaaan, Onee-chaaan! Listen to this, listen to this~! …What an idiot.”

“Well, I know he’s just happy to talk to me since it’s something that would normally be impossible.”

“Anyway, the reason why he’s lost his place within the school is his own fault; he reaps what he sows. Don’t feel bad about it, Anzu.”

“If you always think everything is your fault, then that’s arrogance.”

“The same goes for you too, ‘UNDEAD’.”

“No, it goes to all of the Yumenosaki and ES idols.”

Kouga: …Huuh?

NEGI: “You probably don’t see that as a sin, but you’ve hogged all the people’s love with your skills and popularity.”

“You didn’t even realise there were people crying in the shadows of your light.”

“Like the underground idols who aren’t affiliated with ES.”

“And the ‘crappy gramps’ you call the boss or the primordial idol who twisted the industry, the female idols have lost the chance to develop their talents.”

“They– No, we’ve been putting up with this the whole time.”

“No one would look at us, love us and we were treated like something that didn’t ‘exist’.”

“But even so, we put up with it and continued doing what we loved most: performing.”

“We who ‘were treated like we didn’t exist’ finally found a piece of acknowledgement and love.”

“If you can’t even allow that and want to take it from us, then that’s being arrogant.”

“We were hiding in the darkness all this time. We endured the unbearable and suffered the insufferable.”

“I lived like an insect. All the while watching my comrades being trampled over by you guys on the sidelines.”

“I broke into your territory? We were here from the very beginning.”

“But you guys just didn’t acknowledge our existence.”

“It’s foul of you to start complaining now that you’re in the same position and being trampled over.”

Arashi: I understand what you’re trying to say.

Adonis: I also do.

Kouga: Yeah? I only get bits and pieces but I should make sure I understand, right?

NEGI: “Yeah. I’ll make you understand, down to the sole of your shoes.”

“I’ll show you that the sticky unpleasant thing you’ve been stepping on is actually something that’s alive.”

“That’s the reason why I came up from hell – it’s the reason why I’m performing.”

“That’s it. Thanks for the food. I heard what you wanted to say and I understand your question. I’m going back to my stage.”

Kouga: Hold it. You ain’t goin’ home all satisfied from sayin’ what you just wanted to say.

NEGI: “What? Is there something else?”

Kouga: Not really but it just kinda leaves a bad aftertaste to just end things after findin’ faults with each other.

Let me do somethin’ for ya. To make up for pickin’ a fight.

NEGI: “No need. We live in two very different places – we just happened to end up in a minor collision with each other. That’s all.”

“We said we both had it bad, laughed about it together and forgave each other. That’s the end of that.”

“You idols should do your best in the place you belong.”

Kouga: Daaaahh! It’s fine so just let me get involved!

I’ve noticed you guys exist now, so there’s no way I could forget that and be a happy-go-lucky idol! I ain’t gonna be able to sleep a wink ‘cause of this gloomy feelin’!

NEGI: “............”

Adonis: Don’t look at me like you want help. Give it up. You can’t stop Oogami once he’s like this.

NEGI: “It’s honestly just a pain in the neck.”

Arashi: Hm? Anzu-chan ordered something.

Don’t tell me you’ll ignore it and go home pretending you never noticed it, NEGI-chan? ♪

NEGI: “That was unfair of you to say that.”

“...What? Is there something you want to say, Anzu?”

“I’ll lend you my ear. It’s thanks for always listening to my little brother’s silly stories.”

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[rishimanigam]

That last school exam

Many of you have already been through the escalating feeling of last school exam and many might still go through the same . Well, this is the story of mine ..

I was very happy , why won't I be right ? It was the last day of misery, finally no more school , no more exams , no more tantrums about studying! I went to school and instead of revising , I was recalling all the things I would do after my exam instead. All of my hobbies , books and movies were on the count. Instead of saying all the best to my pals , I congratulated them on the misery about to be in end in a few hours. Those exam sheets were kind of different that day , they symbolized freedom rather than fear. I happily wrote my exam and finished for the time to get over . Those 10 mins before the final bell were the longest to be honest. Suddenly ,a realisation hit me. I looked around and saw everyone in same classroom and realised that this is the final time I'm seeing everyone at same time . No sooner this will end , the boy sitting infront me won't be my competition anymore . The girl on my left will no longer disturb me for the notes . I won't ever report in this uniform again. There is suddenly no 'see you tomorrow' there. It all has finally ended . It was that final bell that made everyone free . People got out of the seats happily shouting but I sat there looking at everyone , realising that this is the final time to see them all this happy together . Suddenly all those hobbies to catch , those novels to read and those movies to watch became useless. A sudden tremor and tears started falling of my eyes. Those tears were real , that caged freedom was real. It was the first hit I got in my life

[unholybinchicken]

coming to terms with my asd diagnosis

(aka, an open love letter to Quinni from heartbreak high)

I started school in 1999 at four and a half, thanks to my parents, who moved to Sydney from Queensland in 1993 (Queensland until recently had one less year of school than New South Wales so students typically graduated at 17; my cousin finished high school a year before my older brother despite only being a month and a half older than him) and didn't know most parents tried to make sure their kids weren't the youngest in their respective year levels. I tell others that this was why I didn't go to Schoolies after finishing year 12 ("if I can't drink there then what's the point in going"), although my social anxiety, mostly due to the autism I was so in denial about, was probably a bigger reason.

My mum occasionally tells a story of trying to organise a parent teacher interview with my kindergarten teacher (who I still hate, 23 years later, sorry not sorry) and my teacher saying "I'm going to let all the other parents get their preferred times first because 15 minutes isn't going to be long enough". I vaguely remember being taken out of school for various tests but I knew what most of them were for - speech therapy, occupational therapy, counselling for anxiety (that one happened a few years later) ... and then there were my mysterious appointments with Dr Wallace (a psychologist with over 30 years experience who is predominantly known for working with kids with ADHD). I wasn't quite sure what those ones were for.

At the start of kindergarten, I was diagnosed with "mild Aspergers" (a term that is horribly outdated and that I no longer use); however, I actually found out about my diagnosis at 13 (we were moving house at the time and I found the report from the psychiatrist in our family photos basket). Unfortunately by the time I discovered my autism diagnosis and had researched what it meant, I had already been and would continue to be exposed to a lot of media (including a short story written by a girl in my year ten English class that won the Whitlam Institute Writing Competition ... and one of my special interests was Gough Whitlam, so that one really stung) that made me feel ashamed and in denial about my *very obvious to everyone around me except me* autism.

(My own submission for the competition had been called "brilliant but too political" to represent my Catholic school ... seriously, imagine being considered too political for a competition in honour of a former Australian prime minister)

I often told people I'd been tested for autism but it was a very quick "oh I was tested for it but it's all good, I don't actually have it". The closest I actually came to telling a classmate that I was autistic was when I was trying to drop a year 11 subject I'd left too late to switch out of. A friend of mine who was very open about her ADHD had been allowed to change from chemistry into extension English. I said to another friend "I mean, I've got *borderline Aspergers* so Duggan might take that into consideration". My friend said "oh, I wouldn't have guessed, but that could work". It didn't. The fact that I'd never drawn attention to it up until then might have had something to do with it.

At school, I threw myself into my studies to overcompensate, was elected Music Captain, represented my school in sport (soccer and basketball were my favourites, but I was told I was a very skilled coxswain and could have taken rowing further if I'd committed to it), won public speaking and debating competitions, and killed my HSC exams (despite not wanting to have any "special treatment" and having absolutely zero study skills, thanks to a primary school career being considered "gifted and talented").

Additionally, I constantly advertised that I was completely adept at engaging in "normal" teenage behaviour of underaged drinking and partying. This was despite me having what I now recognise to be a meltdown on the night of my school's music festival in year 11, where all my duties as music captain had finally ended. I remember all my friends, including my vice-captain (who the following year would become our school captain) being very kind about it and saying, "We want you to celebrate with us but if you need to ring your dad and go home, that's also fine". I ended up going to other parties; in year 12, most of my friends turned 18, and it helped that they generally didn't hold parties right after huge events I'd had a hand in planning.

I graduated from school in 2011, having achieved a high ATAR, and then got to uni and failed all the science courses I was taking in my Science/Arts degree (while still getting a HD in my Italian class ... I wouldn't have expected anything less, considering I'd studied it since kindergarten and consistently earned A grades in it throughout high school). All while still convincing myself that my hyperfixation on Naya Rivera (may she rest in peace and power), who at the time starred on Glee as the iconic Santana Lopez, was just a sign of me being extremely queer (which I am), needing to engage in queer media (the love story between Santana and Brittany is one that I still have immense love for), and, of course, finding her really attractive (which she definitely was, let's be real) and was definitely not a sign of my *very obvious to everyone around me except me* autism (even though at my year 12 formal I launched into a full on passionate speech for the better part of an hour after a little underaged drinking about the Glee episode I'd just watched the night before in which Finn outed Santana and why that was totally messed up and should not have happened under any circumstances ... my friends and I can now have a good laugh about it but at the time it felt so significant).

The one place where I was "openly" autistic was in private conversations online. I engaged in deep written conversations on Tumblr and Fanfiction.net with fellow autistic people who shared my intense love of the beautiful relationship between Santana and Brittany (a character who is often headcanoned as neurodivergent) on Glee. Offline, I was still playing the role of a neurotypical whose poor academic performance at uni was due to laziness and not because they were genuinely struggling with the demands of adulthood.

Once I transferred to a small private music college, I started to meet other fellow autistic people who picked up on it with me right away. In 2015, I was in my last year at music school and was part of a Facebook group of Australian YouTubers. I had a very small channel which is still active today dedicated to posting music and (at the time) vlogs about my final semester at uni. I wasn't really that committed to uploading, as I was working full-time at Starbucks and finalising my graduation recital (which required biweekly rehearsals and arranging saxophone parts, something I was terrible at back then). I was also very disciplined about my recording setup; I needed my music videos to sound "perfect", so they took a lot of time and energy I often didn't have, and therefore, I didn't post as often as others in the group. Around this time, I noticed a post from someone who wanted to post videos about their interests as well as share their experiences as an autistic person. That person is, of course, Chloé Hayden, who plays the iconic Quinni on Heartbreak High, and was famously blocked by Sia for calling out the gross ableism in the movie Music (something I wish 15-year-old me had had the confidence to do in 2009 when my classmate proudly stood up and said her submission for the Whitlam comp was about a girl having to "deal with her autistic sister" ... seriously, how dare she disgrace Gough like that). Chloé is a couple years younger than me, but watching her videos and listening to the experiences of fellow autistic people has honestly taught me so much about myself. I also found out a couple years ago that singer-songwriter Alex the Astronaut, who was two grades below me at school, was in the same school choir as me, and used to perform at the same school events as I did, was also recently diagnosed with autism.

Although I probably should, I don't have any ill-will towards my parents for not telling me. I think if I'd have been ten years younger things might have been different. To their credit, my parents didn't put me in ABA or anything like that, but that may have also had something to do with my younger brother being born within 12 months of my initial diagnosis; understandably, a newborn takes up a lot of time, and by the time my brother was born, my first year of school was over and I got along with my year 1 teacher so much better than I did with my kindergarten teacher.

(I don't have a lot of stories about my kindergarten teacher because I blocked a lot of it out, but there's one that I still remember quite vividly ... the whole class was sitting on the floor and she was trying to get us to identify the title of the book ... I could already read before starting school ... she asked if anyone wanted to guess the name of the book ... I put my hand up and gave her the answer, and I was right ... she then spent what felt like an eternity yelling at me because I'd "spoiled" the activity for the rest of the class)

I actually had a conversation about my autism diagnosis with a friend of mine from school at our 10 year (or 11 year thanks to spicy cough) reunion who works in the mental health sector. She wanted to know how I went about navigating the NDIS, which I'd never really thought about, because I have no idea what the NDIS could possibly do for me. The only things I can think of is support with housing, because I currently live with my parents (yes, I'm 28) but can't live with housemates, and maybe a cleaner. Unfortunately, I'm university educated (undergrad and postgrad) and employed full-time so I can't see that happening any time soon.

Now that I'm finally "at peace" with being autistic, I do often feel a sense of impostor syndrome, like I "wasted" an early diagnosis. As an AFAB person just being seen as autistic, or potentially autistic, in 1999 was a pretty big deal. I know of people who only got diagnosed as late as 50, or who got diagnosed because their children also got diagnosed. When talking about it, people I know from uni are a lot less surprised than people I know from high school.

Because who would have thought that considering my ... lifelong trichotillimania, compulsive need to drink 10+ cups of tea every day, childhood fear of the vacuum cleaner, childhood fear of fans, adulthood fear of hair, still flinching at the sound of balloons being popped, not being able to watch the first 30 seconds of The Lion King because of the beginning part of the Circle of Life, affinity for learning musical instruments, natural athleticism but unrefined technique when it came to sport, social awkwardness, strong sense of justice, unconventional experiences with gender and gender expression, lack of experience with romantic relationships to the point where I'm still not sure if I'm aromantic or not, spending 8+ hours on The Sims, actually being really really bad at making eye contact despite years of drama, public speaking and debating, writing Glee fanfiction for the creative writing component of my HSC English exam (which I still got a band 6 for, thank you very much) ... and god knows what else.

(also once at my previous job when they were trying to get a social club going, I asked if I could be president of the antisocial club ... that one didn't really go down well)

Unfortunately, like many autistic people, I also experience a lot of burnout, especially since I work full-time and travel a long way to get to work. The reality is that our capitalist society is "designed" for neurotypicals, and it's only been recently that people have figured out that they can make workplaces more flexible and allow people to work from home. My current job is a lot better than my previous job; however, I often get migraines, and it's only been recently that I've connected my migraines with times of stress from work. I also have a tendency to stop talking (or only use profanity), and my trichotillimania gets worse.

If you can take away anything from my experiences, it's that representation matters. Autistic representation written by and centring neurotypical people as the "victims" in stories about autistic people stigmatise autism, and they aren't authentic. I'd love to be able to have a conversation with that girl from my English class and educate her - at the end of the day, it's not her fault, and at the time I was just as ignorant as she was. It's because of people like my former classmate (and myself) that we need characters like Quinni in Heartbreak High, or stories like B. R. Rhodes' Blue Rose Red, and people like Hannah Gadsby and Alex the Astronaut. The more disabled people we have sharing authentic experiences, the better.

And honestly, the sooner characters like neurotypical Luke Ford's portrayal of Charlie in The Black Balloon, Maddie Ziegler's woefully misguided Music in Sia's terrible film Music, and the autistic prop sibling Lily in my probably-well-meaning yet extremely ignorant classmate's short story become embarrassing and socially unacceptable, the better.

[namjoon-koya]

Hey I hope you’re doing well and I really love your writing! Is it alright if I request for a part three Headcanon of being AFO’s daughter?

All Might adopting all for one’s daughter...

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: yEss I can finally write out my ideas considering the new chapters for mha came out

Warning: spoilers from the recent manga chapters, reader having a panic attack.

You were afraid people would only see you as all for one’s daughter and nothing more than that. You knew the news outlet were talking about it a student being a villain’s daughter? Should they even allow you to stay in the hero course? What if you followed your father’s footsteps? What if- you suddenly felt someone touch your shoulder you looked up and saw Toshinori “Y/N are you alright?” He asked. “Y-yeah sorry.”

You started being really gloomy at school you didn’t really want to talk to anyone. It wasn’t that you wanted to, but you needed time to process everything that happened. There were a couple of times when you would spot other students whispering to each other whenever they saw you and it made your stomach sink.

When Toshinori told you that students would be moving into dorms at U.A you didn’t know how to take it in. Usually when you were home you could isolate yourself and process your thoughts, but now moving into the dorms you’d have to force yourself to socialize.

As you moved your stuff into the dorms you noticed Bakugo acting more.. gloomy as well. You haven’t spoken to him ever since the day All Might had to fight against all for one.. you sighed before going into your dorm. You rearranged everything before collapsing into your bed.

Toshinori knew your behavior was changing, but didn’t know exactly how to approach you. He asked different opinions from Nezu, Torino and Aizawa. Aizawa told him to not to force you to talk about it unless you’re comfortable with telling him, Nezu said the same thing and added that he should spend time with you and Torino told him to remind you that you were his daughter no matter what.

With that toshinori took you out to go eat somewhere with him at first it was somewhat quiet between the two, but he slowly started up the conversation he talked about how he was improving as a teacher (like you didn’t see him buy that book..) and talked about Midoriya’s progress. Even the embarrassing parts which earned a soft chuckle from you “I haven’t heard you laugh in a while..”

Your eyes drifted down to your lap “do you think.. I’m like all for one?” “What?” “I’ve seen the news reports.. a daughter’s villain? Why am I in U.A?.. do you think they’re right?” Toshinori felt his heart break when you whimpered the last part. That was his mistake when he first saw you as a baby he quickly thought the worse scenario because of who you were related to..

“Y/N you’re not all for one. Your connection to him doesn’t define the young lady you are today, I’ve raised you as my daughter and I still see you as mine. No matter who’s blood you’re related you’re my daughter.”

A few tears dripped down onto the table “are you always good at speeches like this?” He laughed “not all the time.”

You felt much better after that and you could see that Bakugo’s mood changed after a few days too. You heard a knock on your door and when you opened it you saw Bakugo “let’s hang out dumbass stop isolating youself in there.” You gave him a cheeky smile “okay let me get dressed then.”

Those past few weeks were somewhat peaceful. Exams came by as usual, seeing Bakugo and Todoroki failed it was so.. weird. You and Midoriya sent All might your hero licenses and.. a tragedy happened. You ended up losing someone close to you sir nighteye, he was always by your father’s side so of course he knew about you until their friendship fell apart, but he died a hero he died saving Eri giving his all to protect the little girl.

Soon came the festival at U.A it was so warming to see class 1A get excited over it. Of course everyone was coming up with ideas one of them was a maid cafe which everyone quickly shut down. Then someone suggested that we the class do a concert which everyone was on board for, Bakugo was going to play drums (which was hard to convince him at first, but you got him to break)

“It’s because you don’t wanna play do you?” “So what if I don’t?” “Is it because you’re scared you’ll mess up?” “Y/N-“ “is it because you don’t wanna drag the whole class down?” “SHUT UP AND HAND ME THE DRUM STICKS.” Bingo. You wished the happiness you felt that day didn’t disappear, but unfortunately it did. During the Paranormal Liberation War Arc you wanted to go help, but the rest of the pro heroes were against it. Of course they never thought of you as fragile, but if the whole villains know about you being the daughter of all for one they won’t hesitate to kidnap you.

So you stayed with All Might and Eri the three of you watching the fight go on. Every now and then you would clench your sleeve tightly or bounce your foot in place trying to ease your anxiety, you wanted them to come out strong; but.. shigaraki came out stronger and put everyone in the hospital.. and along the line a few heroes perished. You went to visit Bakugo first of course and he seemed to be doing fine.. otherwise he was asleep. You then visited Todoroki your eyes sadly fall onto him, you knew the feeling he was feeling after Dabi exposed himself to being his brother. It was the same feeling you felt when All for one exposed himself as your father.

After that you finally visited Midoriya the injures he had this time around looked far more worse. Toshinori stayed by his side and you didn’t blame him you knew toshinori thought of Midoriya as his own son and at times you could actually feel like he was your brother by the way you two got along so swell together. You were going to say something to toshinori until someone opened the door from behind you it was detective Tsukauchi, you thought he coming by to see Midoriya as well; but.. he looked so pale like if he’s seen a ghost.. “Y/N, toshinori.. All for one.. he’s escaped.” Toshinori quickly stood up from his seat.

Both of them were going back fourth while you just stood there... shocked. How did he get out? You were certain you wouldn’t have to see him again. Your eyes widen realizing the last thing you said to him “You’re in there for life I doubt you can touch me.” “Oh.. you have no idea.”

Your chest felt tight and short breaths started to come out, you felt like you were losing oxygen at this point your head hurts so much.. your legs felt weak “Y/N!” The last thing you heard was detective Tsukauchi and toshinori shout your name before you fainted.

[anime-corner]

I'm Here | Oikawa T.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (hopefully for longer since classes are about to end). Anyways, this one's a bit shorter than usual. I hope you like it!

"Yahoo! Knock, knock~ Sorry, practice finished later than usual!" Oikawa called out but was only greeted by darkness, "(n/n)-chan?"

The house was still, not a single noise was heard. Oikawa doubted that you would leave without texting him, it was practically tradition to crash at your place every after school. He looked around, stealing a loaf of bread before heading upstairs. Dim lights could be seen from under the closed door as Oikawa turned the knob, inviting himself in as usual.

"Hey, Iwa-chan told me that-- what are you doing typing, er writing, whatever it is you're doing in the dark?!" He bellowed, flicking the light switch on. A hiss escaped your lips as you momentarily closed your eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Shut up, Tooru. I'm kind of busy at the moment so if you don't mind, I'd like to finish all of this tonight." His eyes glanced over at the stack of papers on your left as your right hand hovered on top of another, gripping on a pencil tightly. Your left hand was typing away as fast as it could.

"What's all these? Haven't you finished the assignment yesterday?"

"Well, yes but, this one's for the student council. I need to file a report and it needs to be passed at midnight." You then gestured towards the paper, a bit crumpled with the many times you wrote the wrong formula, "And this is for Monday's class presentation."

"And these?" He pointed towards the stack of papers.

"That's…" You blinked a couple of times before responding, "I think it's the ones from the council three days ago that I haven't checked yet. Anyways, I'll handle that after I'm done with this."

"How many hours of sleep did you even get?" He asked.

"What? I don't think my sleep schedule has anything to do with this, Tooru." You answered, not taking your eyes off of your work.

"Just tell me." Oikawa insisted, sitting on your bed as he stared at you.

"Fine. Around two or so? I'll give it a three since I've been running on coffee since I woke up." His brows furrowed, worry etched on his face if only you took the time to look at him.

"That's not good, (n/n)-chan. Come on, I'll finish that." You shook your head, still not lifting your gaze away.

"No way, you had practice just minutes ago! I'm perfectly capable of finishing these within the day if you just so let me. Now shush-- hey!"

"I mean it, (y/n)." You huffed as you glared at him, "You need your sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"What? No! I can't, Tooru!" You protested, standing up from your seat as you felt a slight pain from your head. You shook it off as nothing, "Tachibana-sensei's breathing down my neck saying she'd be the reason why I wouldn't be graduating this year."

"You still have a day to go before classes start again on Monday. You don't need to rush everything today--"

"Haven't you been listening? The report is due tonight. These," You gestured towards the stack of papers, "Might as well be due at the same time. And after this one, I've also got to revise my notes. I'm falling behind, Tooru and I don't want to hear anything from my mother once I move back."

"You won't (y/n), trust me. You're the smartest girl I know in school and probably the busiest one. I'm sure she'd be proud of you--"

"You see, that's not enough. I need to get my grades up, a bit higher than now." You countered. You retorted, huffing in annoyance at how the setter wouldn’t leave you all alone.

"You don't need to. What you need is to calm down a bit. You know that--"

"Will you stop it, Tooru!? You just don't get it, do you?! My parents thought that I would get into Shiratorizawa and what did I do? Fail the exam!" You bellowed, standing up from your seat as the male stepped back a bit. You stood up, voice raised as Oikawa stepped back, "My mom wanted me to at least be at the top during my first and second year, to at least in her words, redeem myself. But I failed on that too. Now, you're telling me to calm down? To take a break? Well, I can't. I've got my family's voices screaming at me saying I should do better! Do you know how--"

"You're crying, (y/n)..." Oikawa whispered as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. You lightly pushed him back, rubbing your way with your sleeves. He pointed out. A hand lay on your cheek as his thumb wiped away a tear, you pushed him away after, wiping it away with your hands.

"S-shut up. I'm not crying. Just… leave me alone for today, Tooru. I'm really busy and I can't afford to let all of my hard work turn to dust."

"I'll help you."

"For the last time, I--" He cut you off.

"Just let me help!" He was already frustrated seeing the girl he adored so much struggling with her life.

He knew of her problem with her parents and most importantly, he knew the conflict she had with herself. He knew that feeling more than ever. And he didn't want her to feel the same way he did during that time.

And he was afraid that, while it might not cost her a knee, she might lose so much more if she continues. Perhaps, her eyesight or her health. Worst case, her life. And he wasn't going to let her get to that point.

"If Iwa-chan was here, he'd know what to do… but he isn't. And I don't want to disturb him too. I'm just trying my best to help you, because I understand, I understand you the most out of everyone," He walked closer, enveloping you in a hug as the two of you sat on the floor, "You just want to prove something but, you're all fed up about everything. You're trying your best but I guess, to others, that's not good enough."

Tears slowly dripped down from your face once again as you buried your head on his chest, gripping on his jacket, "Why can't you leave me alone, Tooru? I don't care if you get me… I just want to be left alone."

"I'm staying, (y/n) and that's final. I'm not going to let you carry that burden all by yourself anymore. I'm here, remember? I'll help you," Oikawa whispered in your ear as he caressed your back, "You're, besides Iwaizumi, the one I treasure the most. I care about you and I don't want you to suffer like this when I know that I could have tried and saved you from it."

"Why?" That one question made him silent for a while as you looked up at him.

"I… it's because…" He sighed, making you somewhat dread and anticipate the answer at the same time, "I love you, you know that? And while this might possibly be-- ah, who am I kidding? It's the worst time possible to tell you this, I don't think that I'll be able to get another chance like this."

"T-Tooru… I…" You started but went silent as he brought his hand up.

"Please hear me out?" He inhaled before opening his mouth again to speak, "I… I want to support you (y/n), the same way you and Iwaizumi did all these years, especially during the time when I overworked my knee. The two of you were always there. So, let me be there for you too."

"It's just not easy when you've been doing everything yourself for most of your life…" You gulped, avoiding his gaze as you clenched your fists tightly.

"I know. But, I really do love you. And I promise that you'll never regret choosing me unlike how I regret eyeing up girls when I knew that you were right in front of me the whole time and they'll never be you. They'll never be as hardworking, caring and overly kind as you. You're perfect and so much more. Because everything means nothing to me if I can have you to call as mine." Oikawa said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Even the nationals?" You asked, teasing him a bit.

"I… okay, maybe not the nationals. I still want to beat Ushiwaka and all. But that's besides the point," He shook his head, placing his chin on top of your head, "You're amazing and beautiful, even when you think you're not. And I'm really sorry for confessing at the worst time possible. But, believe me when I say that I love you."

"Why are you… confessing now?" Somehow, this question made him think. It's not like he hadn't practiced his answer in the mirror for a million times, making sure it was perfect to his ears. Not at all. But, given the situation, he'd have to abandon that script and start a new one.

"Well, it just pains me to see you doing the same things I did before, even though your academics and my career as a player are two different things, and I thought that if I manage to successfully tell you how I feel, I could somehow help you carry all of this. Because by that time, I would hopefully be your boyfriend." Oikawa spoke genuinely, moving one of his hands from her back to her head, stroking her hair.

"You don't need to be my boyfriend to help me, you know."

"I know that but you just make it so difficult, argh! Everytime I see you frustrated, I just wanna hug you and kiss you and then take over your work while you rest. But I can't do that as a friend! So… so..." Not that he thought about it, what he said sounded stupid, "Yeah, I know. It's a dumb excuse."

"You're an idiot." The third year laughed out loud.

"I know, Iwa tells me that all the time." You lightly hit his shoulder, hiding the smile that was threatening to show, "At least I made you smile right?"

"I guess you did, Tooru. I guess you did." He hummed in satisfaction before something else you couldn't quite figure out what was etched on his face.

"I'm not going to force you to answer my feelings right away, (y/n)-chan. I can wait." He stammered.

"Why wait when I feel the same way? I love you too, Tooru." He perked up suddenly, making you hide the massive blush on your face.

"Wait, really? You're not joking right? (y/n)?" The setter found you fast asleep, whether or not you were faking it, he wouldn't know. He only chuckled, kissing your head, "Alright… I'll let you get some rest. You deserve it."

He carried you over to your bed, tucking you in. His hand lingered on your cheek, a smile on his face as he whispered.

"Dream of me will you, (y/n)-chan?" Oikawa stood up straight, eyes darting towards your mess of a desk, "Now… which one did she say she needed by midnight?"

Let me hold your hand and carry the same burden you hold. I'll always be here, even if you push me away.