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retroaria · 3 years

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can you do headcanon number 10 with karl <3 love your writing btw!

Karl Jacobs: Fluff Alphabet ✿

cc!karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

here’s my 500 Follower Event ^o^

a/n: even if they aren’t requested in the event i’ll still be making fluff hc’s for all the cc’s i write so stay tuned !!

A is for Affection (How do they like to show affection?)

other than physical touch (saving that for love language) karl’s favorite way to show affection is making you a huge part of his life. all of his friends and loved ones know just how important you are to him even without him saying anything. especially with blowing up and all the busy stuff he does as a creator, he wants you to be there with him every step of the way, never leaving you in the dark about anything. he’s always asking you for advice or ur opinion on certain projects, and if ur willing to help too that just makes him so happy. because at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be able to do it without you :)

B is for Bond (What kind of bond do you guys have? What could your relationship be labeled as?)

you guys are definitely the wholesome couple. there’s so much love and communication between you two that doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. on top of that, you guys share an adoration for each other that is just so freaking cute man

C is for Comfort (How do they comfort their s/o?)

in the beginning of your relationship, karl would kinda just try to cheer you up or make you laugh, but as things get more serious he’s very avid on getting you to talk about your issues so he can find the best way to be there for you.

D is for Dates (What are dates with them like?)

dates with karl are so fun !! he definitely likes just doing random stuff like shopping, going on long drives, or trying new places to eat and calling them dates. at the same time you guys also do bigger things like fancy restaurants (hes so rich oh dear god), amusement parks, long day trips, stuff like that.

E is for Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

karl doesn’t strike me as a ‘heart on his sleeve’ kinda guy but around you, he’s definitely not closed off at all. aside from just talking to you and verbally being open, he also isn’t afraid to let you see him get upset or even cry about something. i see him as the type to value transparency in a relationship.

F is for Fiancé (How long into the relationship before they propose?)

karl definitely loves you, no doubt about it. but i feel like you guys really do enjoy just being together in the moment and not worrying about that stuff until much later down the line. you could be dating for a really long time and there’s still gonna be so much you can learn about each other. i’ll give karl an official number of 5 years. but maybe even longer. it’s a big decision guys remember!! especially because he does want you in his life forever, he wants to make sure the bond is truly like no other.

G is for Gentle (Are they gentle?)

depends. you guys have lots of playful banter and bullying but at the end of day he can be a big softy when it comes to you. so yes id say he’s pretty gentle 👍

H is for Hand Holding (How do they like hand holding?)

loves it. obviously. it’s karl jacobs. have you seen the guy?

I is for I Love You (Who said “I love you” first?)

him. it was really early on into the relationship and he kinda regretted saying it so quickly. there was just so much emotion going on for him at the time and he just blurted it out. after a little while longer tho, he gave a proper confession of his love.

J is Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

everyone always says no for karl but YES. he does get jealous. not like angry jealous more like weirded out and uncomfy jealous. you can usually tell when he’s feeling that way.

K is for Kiss (What’s kissing them like?)

writing about kissing kinda makes me cringe but i had to think of something for k. it happens a lot probably. very sweet and loving. not just on the lips but karl will give you random kisses anywhere whenever he feels like it.

L is for Love Language (What’s their love language?)

PHYSICAL TOUCH AHHHH. constant hand holding, hugs, and cuddles. he loves being close to people he loves and it’s very obvious (i’m a karlnap shipper and analyzer sorry just had to confess)

M is for Memories (Their favourite memory with their s/o?)

karl’s favorite memories with you are usually on his days off when he just gets to spend an entire day being with you and only you. on top of that he also is very fond of the first time he ever met you and was like “ooo ahh wow you should like spend the rest of ur life with me or whatever Idk just something to think about ” lol.

N is for Nicknames (Their favourite nicknames given and received?)

nothing too soppy because i think karl would find it cringe but “babe” and “cutie” are the most frequent.

O is for Open (At what point do they start opening up to you about their life and feelings?)

after the first argument you guys have methinks. i feel like being caught in the honeymoon phase would kinda put the opening up process on hold, but once there’s a need for it it becomes a frequent thing.

P is for PDA (Are they into PDA?)

uhh not really. i know i said differently in my karl dating hc’s but i think he would find it a little cringe. hand holding is a definite because that’s simple ya know and hugging and small kisses and stuff but nothing more. he’s touchy as we all know but that’s just for you guys lol

Q is for Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

karl loves loves LOVES knowing things about you. finding out stuff you guys have in common makes him so happy even just similarities in the ways you were raised and your childhoods and such. he’s a good listener and is always attentive. even if he wasn’t good at remembering stuff he would make the conscious effort to do so.

R is for Romantic (How romantic are they?)

he’s such a little goofball gremlin that the thought of him seriously being romantic just doesn’t feel right but. he is. he loves doing stuff for you and just telling you how much he loves you and getting emotional about it. taking you out and making you feel like the luckiest person alive :)

S is for Security (How protective/possessive are they?)

he honestly doesn’t strike me as the protective type. possessive i would say maybe a little bit. he’s just so happy to have you and so like proud of himself for getting an epic s/o lol. he would never intrude on a friendship of yours or anything but if he was uncomfortable in anyway he would let you know before acting out.

T is for Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

he puts everything he can into it. with him being so busy all the time things might get rocky but he makes such an effort to spend as much time with you as he can. being there for you is something that’s really important for him as well. any disagreements you guys have is resolved asap because he definitely doesn’t like leaving things on a bad note.

U is for Uphold (How do they show you they’re proud? What kind of support do they give you?)

he talks about you lots. anything that you make him or buy him is showed off on stream and any accomplishments you’ve made he would publicly congratulate you on. just showing to the world how great he thinks you are and how proud of you he is makes you feel so supported and he always wants you to feel that way.

V is for Vaunt (Do they like to show off?)

yes obviously ur the coolest most epic person and HE gets to be with you??? biggest flex ever if you ask me.

W is for Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon.)

karl likes doing stuff at the same time as you?? i hope that makes sense. like washing the dishes together or working on stuff. he also likes watching anime or movies/tv shows at the same time as you too. if a new episode of something just came out and he has the time to watch it but you don’t, he’ll wait for you so you can do it together. couple goals lol.

X is for X-ray (How well can they read you and your emotions/feelings?)

karl cares a lot about how the people around him are feeling and i think he’s pretty good at recognizing that. he’s extremely attentive to you and always makes sure ur comfortable.

Y is for Yearning (How much do they miss their s/o when they’re gone?)

between mr beast and all the work that he does it usually hits him when he finally gets home to relax and ur not there :( he does get really upset and a little needy about it but he tries his best to just focus on the stuff he needs to get done so he doesn’t miss you too much.

Z is for Zebra (What kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)

a brown cat named Cornelius 😎

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scandalsavagefanfic · 3 years

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Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is.

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative.

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency.

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him.

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine.

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

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kyuala · 3 years

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cravity as exes

serim

he swears he's not trying to make this harder on you but your family keeps inviting him over for dinner and he just can't say no to them

i feel like serim is gonna have trouble functioning the first few days without you because you were genuinely such a huge part of his life and now that's gone

physically restrains himself from calling you whenever he gets any news - good or bad - bc you were always the first person he'd tell. it's instinct

i feel like with serim the decision to stay friends after the breakup or not could rly make it or break it for y'all. if getting back together isn't on the table he'd rather just be gone from your life completely. if it is tho....

probably the one to suggest getting back together tbh. he'd just rather work through whatever issue it was with you by his side

allen

too nice for his own good but i say this abt allen all the time bc it's true

but like, if things ended in a particularly nasty way (ie you cheating on him), i dont think he would think twice before setting some boundaries (nicely) and putting his own well-being first

still, is nice to you should you run into each other sometime but doesn't really wanna stay friends friends in case it makes it harder for his feelings for you to go away

throws himself into work whenever he finds himself missing you too much or longing for your old relationship. the type to try to work through this stuff on his own

i feel like getting back together could be a 50/50 chance with allen. you're never gonna know until you bring it up but if it does happen i think he'll make sure you both work to change and make it work this time

jungmo

an enigma. he seems hurt but how hurt is he? does he agree with this? does he want to get back together? is he already engaged to someone else? you're never gonna know unless you straight up ask him

if y'all decide to stay friends he is going to be a little awkward but as sweet as ever

when he truly gets over it he might even encourage you to go out there and try it with someone new! jungmo would be a wonderful ex tbh

i feel like he would just deal with this a lot better and in a healthier way than most. yea he gets sad about it but that's part of it for him, you know? he's not gonna dwell on it too much

if the chance to get back together comes up i don't think he would give it a lot of thought tbh lmfao if he misses you he'll wanna do it. if he doesn't he'll politely decline simple as that

woobin

academy award for best actor in the role of "totally okay with it when, really, he's not"

ruby is actually so good at hiding his feelings in this situation it would take a rly good set of eyes from his closest friends to notice he's actually Going Through It™

he would never be anything but nice to you but i feel like he would lowkey ignore you, at least for the first few weeks, 'cause he just doesn't know how to feel and it's a lot for him to process

gets really introspective when he's alone but not in the sense that he thinks a lot about you and the good moments you both shared - more like overanalyzing every little thing to try to figure out where things went wrong

again, doesn't really know how to feel when faced with the prospect of resuming the relationship. even tho he wouldn't rly be able to determine what went wrong, i feel like ruby would probably decide against it bc he strikes me as a "what is done is done" kind of guy

wonjin

goes into shock before getting sad as hell and claiming he's "hit rock bottom" (cue hyeongjun in the background "thats a glass of MILK wonjin")

says he doesn't care anymore and then keeps tabs on you LMFAO

feel like he would have a good ass cry abt your breakup like 3 times a week at least

if u speak to any other guy and he finds out he'll go into cardiac arrest while monologuing abt having been "replaced"

suggest getting back together tho and suddenly he'll start acting brand new like he's gonna have to think about it but if ur like alright nvm he's like NO NO WAIT I'LL DO IT

minhee

the type to keep your photos and videos together in a secret folder on his phone to look at when he's alone and missing you

but like literally deleted your number a couple of days after the breakup specifically so he wouldn't feel tempted to call you

absolutely makes a point of still being polite to you when you run into each other even if it was a nasty breakup

i feel like flashes of your lips and your most intimate moments would plague his mind when he's like trying to work or something lmfao he'd be angry as hell

will NOT even consider getting back together unless he's 100% sure the issues that led to the breakup have been thoroughly resolved

hyeongjun

SO dramatic god he will annoy everyone at the dorm and every single soul who'll listen with how much he talks about you

keeps loudly sighing around the house and slamming doors and minhee has to be like dude they're not even here stop doing that

probably gets emotional a lot and has to hold back his feelings when he's around you, so he gets noticeably quieter and teary-eyed

if u still hang out with the same mutual friends he regularly comes up to you at parties and dreamily sighs about "we did have some good times didn't we" and ur like ????

honestly probably thinks the breakup is bullshit i feel like he'd try to make up and get back together like 3 minutes into it

taeyoung

will give you the option to stay friends even if you hurt him real bad

will keep hanging out with the same friends you have in common and will be upset if you refuse to 'cause he lowkey kinda expects to still see you around

i feel like for taeyoung staying friends is gonna make things a lot easier - still seeing you, still laughing with you, still having you in his life. being cut off from your life entirely and abruptly would make the whole thing harder for him

tries not to get caught up in nostalgia and missing you and honestly actually succeeds

the idea of getting back together is lowkey always in the back of his mind. like the minute you suggest it he says yes, doesn't even have to think about it

seongmin

petty ex 🗣️

but only bc your breakup hit him harder than he'd like to admit, whoever made the decision

type to block u on all socials tbh

doesn't like to talk about it and doesn't want to hear what you've been up to and how you've been, like it will take a whiiiiile for him to open up even to his closest friends

if the idea of getting back together comes up a huge weight is gonna be lifted off his shoulders but i also feel like seongmin would need to take a few days to think about it and be sure. he doesn't want to go through this again :/

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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If ur open to requests could u do how the members of the bad batch would react to Reader having lots of scars and being insecure about them? I know it’s kind of a heavy topic though so if ur not up to it that’s totally ok!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! I am indeed open for requests, and if anyone is interested in making one, you can check our this post!

You did well sending this my way; even though they sometimes carry painful reminder, scars are not something to be ashamed of - I think. They play a part in telling your story; wether it be about your clumsiness or battles you fought against someone else or yourself.

I think that's the mindset the boys would have regarding scars - especially since three of them have visible ones.

It can be read as either platonic or romantic, up to you!

TW: scars, mention of self-harm, mention of accidents and surgeries(bad fall, fractured bones, burns), mention of pain and blood, clumsiness, you being insecure and blaming yourself on some occasions for your scars, stabbing and training going a bit wrong

Hunter: clumsiness gone wrong

It's no secret to Hunter that you're very clumsy, he saw you tripping on your feet and dropping mugs and datapads more than any other memeberof the Batch ever did

But he didn't expected you to be that clumsy

"Who did that to you?!" he asked as you took of shirt, revealing barely healed stab wounds and burns

"Uh... I-I did" you barely confessed, looking down. "I tried to train and it went... Well, not so good. "

He came closer to take a look, his fingers stopping a few centimeters aways from your skin, and you couldn't look away, afraid of the contact he could make

You grabbed the closest top you could find and hurried to put it on, hoping for Hunter to drop it, but he didn't

"How did you stab yourself? "

"Hunter, that's not important. It's healed, it's hidden, let's not talk about it anymore." And you left before he could think of an answer

He didn't brought the topic back, until you trained with him, and managed to catch the blade instead of the handle of his knife

"I got it." you told him, trying to keep him there, but he followed you to the fresher and took care of cleaning the wound

"It happens. To the best of us."

You barely chuckled, thinking of all the scars you got because your body Moved faster than your brain, because you couldn't double check were you were going, because you had to get them for stupid reasons instead of cool ones

"I don't think you own this one to knocking your head over a pipe, do you?" you asked as you pointed to his scar above his left brow, and he smiled

"No, I don't. But this one," he took of his arm plate and rolled his sleep up to show a scarred patch of skin on his elbow, "I own it to the corner of our table on Kamino."

"And I have one on my chest- don't tell anyone about it okay?" he caught your eyes with a false sense of seriousness that had you nodding in amusement

"Knife training. I told everyone someone tried to stab me; just never told them who it was you know."

Your eyes widened, but the spark quickly faded away as you realised that it was almost impossible for him to stab himself. That was your level of stupidity, not his

"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know I'm clumsy, it's just... I could have avoided all of it but..."

You shrugged, and Hunter allowed himself to grab your shoulder, firm but nice in his hold

"You got these because you trained. Or because you tripped, or because you didn't look twice before you grabbed something. That's who you are and there's no shame in that. "

You rolled your eyes, but his words were soothing you still

When he was done patching up your hand, he gave it a light kiss and led you out of the refresher

"Careful where you put your feet, little warrior." He gently teased you, and knowing that Hunter - Hunter - still saw you the same - he called you a warrior, even through your clumsiness, warmed your heart

Wrecker: injuries

He’s playful and always find ridiculous stories behind his scars, stories he tells everyone asking him, because being clumsy doesn’t take the cool away and he wants to prove it to you

Wrecker wouldn't see the problem at first; he quickly learned to love and be proud of his scar, even if it was the consequence of a mission gone wrong

So when he sees you trying to hide the scars running down your neck and under your shirt with cheap space makeup and a scarf, he asks you why you'd do this

"I don't like them. They're ugly, and they make me feel ugly. They shouldn't be there."

He'd grab your hand, gentle, and would ask you to stop for a minute

"You're not ugly", he'd try to confort you, but you would answer with "that's not how I feel, Wrecker" and though the words are spit to his face, he doesn't feel hurt by them

Your shiny eyes, on the other hand, feel like a stab in his heart; and he asks you to sit with him for a minute, just a minute and he'll leave you be if you really want that

So you sit, reluctant, expecting something along the lines of "don't cry, you're beautiful anyway" blah blah

But Wrecker grabs your hand and gently out it on his face, more precisely on his scarred cheek

"First mission," he starts, "we were sent on a Separatist base to blow some stuff up; the usual you know. A generator exploded next to me. "

He's speaking softly, his tone surprisingly low compared to his loud usual self

"It took some time to get used to it - mostly the blind eye and the weakened hearing - but look at me now."

And his smile is so genuine, so caring that you can't help but feel a pinch in your heart

You feel bad about it, because you called yourself ugly and now you realise he might believe you find him ugly too

"I hope it doesn't sound weird, but... You look good with the scar." You try, and the squeeze around your hand comforts you some more

"I was thinking the same about you. Seems like we could be scar- buddies, what d'ya think?"

You appreciate his effort; you truly do; but you know it will take a while before you can look at the long trails on your skin and realise they don't take away any of your beauty or your worth

"Sounds good to me."

It takes you some time to abandon the scarf you always wear, but you eventually do and Wrecker gives you the biggest, proudest smile ever

He tells you you look like a badass and call you "scar-bud" and you can't help but feel good about it

You stopped buying the cheap space makeup; or at least you don't use it to cover up the scars anymore

One day while you're eating with Wrecker, you tell him the story behind them; it's not an easy one but he's here to support you anyway

Tech: self- harm

It get easier to accept them once you've opened up about their story - and Wrecker's nickname for you plays its role too

Tech is a man of reason and logic, so when he notices your arms always covered up, even in very warm climates; and the way you flinch every time something or someone tries to grab your wrist, he deduced you were hiding something

So one day, as the team was celebrating another victory before flying back to Kamino, he pulled you apart and confronted you about it

"What's about your arms, really? "

He takes notice of your uncomfortable look, the way you twist your sleeves to keep them tight against your skin

"Nothing, it's just..."

You're not sure about that; you're scared he might mock or scold you; and though you stopped harming yourself long ago, you didn't need someone to make you feel even more ashamed of your past actions

"Nothing important."

"It's important enough for you to keep it secret." He tells you, and for a second you hate the way he's so curious about everything and anything

"Let's just say we all fought battles in the past, and some of them are not to be proud of."

He frowns a bit, but when the realisation hits him, his eyes widens and he let out a soft "oh"

"Yeah, oh." You try to laugh it off, your heart already filled with the painful reminder that you did that to yourself

But Tech doesn't see it this way; he offers a hand to you, and you look at it for a moment, unsure about his intention

"I won't hurt you, I promise"

You reluctantly let go of your sleeves and he grabs your wrist; you almost flinch when you feel the tissue coming up your arm, revealing your scarred skin

You don't even look at it, it's not something you want to remember; rather you want to bury it far from you

You jolt when you feel a light touch against your arm; and another, and another...

When you dare turning your head, Tech is giving each of the lines a feather-light kiss

"A battle is a battle," he whispers against them, "and your victory is something to be proud of. Though I can understand the difficulty in it."

You can't hold the tears back, but weirdly enough you're not feeling sad

He never tells anyone about that night, or every other similar moment that followed; that decision belongs to you and he made it clear he would never step over your privacy

That helps you get more comfortable about it - with him at least - and sometimes, when the night get long and your mind overthinks, you get up and join him in the cockpit

And if you're only the two of you, you strech your arm his way, and he gently rolls up your sleeves to pepper kiss your skin, telling you that's you're doing great, another win for you today, i'm proud of you

And he goes on with the kisses and the praises until you feel better; and if you don't he'll stay there with you, talking about everything that could possibly interest you to help your mind wander off

And you know that if you ever lose the battle one day, he'll be there to hold you and tell you that sometimes we lose, we fall and it feels wrong; but it's okay, because we can always get back up and fight stronger, harder than before

It takes some time, and a lot of work, but one day you sit in your bed and roll your sleeve up; and you gently kiss your skin

Crosshair: open fractures and surgeries

And you realise that you won today, and for the first time you can look at your scars and feel proud of your victory

He doesn't have any visible scar; and to be honest he's the one who carries the least marks because of him being a sniper, and therefore always quite isolated on safer grounds

So at first you didn't feel that comfortable with the idea of him knowing about your scars; you didn't liked them, so why would he?

But one day one a pretty rough mission, part of your armour and blacks were torn apart, and once again you got injured

The knock on the refresher made you jolt, and though you protested when he came in, you didn't had the strength (literally) to throw him out

He sat with you in the shower, a mixture of blood and water sliding on the floor, and brought the medical kit closer to him

"I can do it myself." you spit to him, and though he said nothing verbally, his eyes spoke for him

So you sighed and looked away, because if you didn't you were probably going to cry from the pain and the gutting feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of him

You expected a snarky comment, something about getting sloppy, careless. You could almost hear him- hear it, if you focused a bit-

"Stop that." he muttered as he washed away the clots around your wounds, and you looked at him, confused

"Stop what? Bleeding out? Thank you I'm trying."

He rolled his eyes, but his touch remained soft, treating and bandaging your wound with care and precision

You tried to move away as soon as he was done, but the ache slowed you down in your movement; which he didn't fail to notice

"Make it easy on yourself, let me help."

You frowned, jungling between the pain of your wound and your older scars getting sensitive again

Sometimes they would hurt like a sting - or a stab wound depending of your tolerance - and you couldn't quite explain it to yourself

"I'm fine. I-" you breathed out a difficult sigh, and Crosshair shook his head to your stubbornness

"Does massaging helps?" He asked, and when you gave him a puzzled look he completed " for the scars."

You nodded, but couldn't help the light start when his fingers gently rubbed on your scared thigh

You let him do his work; and he did surprisingly well, asking where it hurt the most, if you needed a massage somewhere else

"Thank you." you finally whispered as he stroke the large scar on your knee, and you can't help but feel the need to justify it. "Open fracture on both legs. Happened a while back, but... Yeah, I had a few surgeries to fix that. "

He nodded to show you he's listening, and his gentle touches invited you to tell him more about that story

The next time he massaged a scar, it was the one on your back; you told him about your fall on a rock and how it almost broke your spine, and he gave you a slightly worried look

"I'm fine." You reassured him, "I just broke a lot of things in my life, and my bones are no exceptions. "

He never asks about them directly, but he'll always gladly listen to the story you tell him as he rub the pain away

Echo: Burns

It helps you a bit with your confidence, because he always look at you like you're some kind of superior being; being able to survive that much injuries is in itself a miracle for him and he never misses an opportunity to remind it to you

He, better than anyone else, understands your struggles. He understand the feeling, the shame and the disgust you have toward the marks on your body and your face

He never brushes your feelings off; instead he listens to you when you rant about them, telling him how unfair it is

You hate the sensation under your fingers; the bumps on your cheek and temple, the spot unable to grow hair anymore, the reflect on the mirror

And Echo knows that, and he is angry because you shouldn't feel that way

So he takes it upon himself to boost your confidence and make you feel good about your body

He starts with pets name, "pretty one" "handsome" "beautiful"; and at first you brush it off, but it slowly grows into you

To the point of smiling at the mere thought of him giving you your food ration or your blaster and spontaneously going "here, handsome"

And you may not love your reflection, but you love Echo, and if he can do that for you then you decide you can do it for him too

So it quickly become a thing between you, pet names and compliments about your appearance, and every moment is a good moment to tell them

Fighting droids? Got your back beautiful!

Eating outside? I'm lucky to be seated with the prettiest person out there.

Laying in bed, unable to sleep? I'll hold you tight until you get your beauty sleep.

Getting out of the refresher, parcels of skin wet and exposed? Kenobi has nothing you could envy.

Sometimes, it get rough. You wake up to the ghost feeling of a sharp blade burning your face, and it takes a while to ground you and ease the sensory flashbacks

But Echo is patient, the same way you are with him when the phantom pain strikes him down, leaving him sobbing and shaking against you

That's when you start to realise you're both similar; so eager to see people love themselves, yet so reluctant to apply it to you

"Do you think we deserved it?" He asks once, still shaken by the pain

"No, we didn't." You confessed, spontaneous, "But it happened anyway. So we might as well..."

And you stop, because it's not something you can vocalize; it's something you just both get, you both feel

And when things are tough, when the reflection twists and the tears threatens to roll down, there's always one of you to whisper "we might as well"

That's the thing you hold onto when you feel terrible; knowing that someone understands

Eventually, things get better for both of you; being able to rely one someone, share the pain and the sarcasm and the love opens up a new future for you; one where you can work through the scars, turn them into something you own rather than something that owns you

You still struggle with the whole "loving your body" thing; but now you don't hate it anymore, and that's already a big step

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It was really interesting to write! I hope it'll help some of you feel more comfortable about your body and your scars 💗

Also I hope you liked it anon, thank you again for sending this ask!

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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HELLO! i was wondering if your requests are open,,, if they are can i pls request prompt 44 from angst with oikawa??? THANK YOUUU!!!. p.s the kita angst broke me i- TT

HELLO!! Yes, requests are open, tysm for requesting something! 💘 & aw I’m sorry haha, I wasn’t too confident abt that one so to hear that u liked it makes me uwu 🥺 hope u like this one!

Send me a prompt + ur fav character here :)

44. “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Eek, again I suck at angst so I apologize if this is terrible <3

You really only had one goal in life, and that was to be successful. There was no nuance to it, no specific path you intended to follow. Hell, even which career you wanted for yourself was up in the air. But all of those things were just minor details. Regardless of whichever mountain you decide to climb, you had every intention of sitting yourself right at the very top.

It was only natural to want to be the best, isn’t it? You couldn’t think of one good reason why you should be satisfied with anything other than first place. That’s why out of all the applicants, you were the one awarded a scholarship to the prestigious Aoba Johsai. It wasn’t a stroke of luck, nor an answered prayer; and it truly irked you when people tried demeaning all your efforts by simply boiling it down to happenstance. You studied your ass off, spent days and nights with your nose buried in a book or camped out in a library, and in the end it paid off.

Not a lot of people understood. If people were trying to be nice, they would say you were just ambitious. But if people were trying to be mean, they would call you shrewd and cold. None of those things mattered to you either way; the view of their upturned faces as you looked down on them from your pedestal provided you enough fuel to warm your lonely nights.

It’s not that you didn’t value friendship; you managed to cultivate a few acquaintances, and it’s not like you sat by yourself a lunch. But high school just felt so arbitrary; Aoba Johsai was just one of many steps towards your future, what was the point in forming connections with people you would probably never have met if not for the fact you were all born around the same time? You watched as your classmates settled into their cliques, formed their little groups, and - as much as any high schooler could - fall in love.

You didn’t hate love. You just didn’t see the point, really. You saw the way some of your friends start obsessing over their significant other; friendships start to break, grades start to slip, mental health goes on the decline. Why would you want that? Not after spending all your time in setting up the foundation for yourself; there wasn’t a single part of yourself that you were willing to give to anyone else.

So why was it you were standing in front of Oikawa Tooru, eyes nearly swollen shut from the tears that forged a streaky path down the planes of your cheeks, snot disgracefully dripping from your nostrils as you desperately choked back a sob?

“How long have you known?” You asked, but you weren’t prepared for the answer.

“A year,” he mumbled shamefully, unable to even look you in the eye. If you did, you would see tears of his own threatening to spill, but at the moment all you saw was red.

“You’ve known... for a year?”

“Y/N,” Oikawa attempted to reach out to you, but you stepped back and slapped his hand away.

“Is this why you’ve been blowing me off lately,” you whispered, Oikawa’s odd behavior finally beginning to click in heard.

You haven’t felt the touch of Oikawa’s hands in weeks; the very same ones that always reached out for you, guiding you to exactly where you need to be with their permanent presence on the small of your back. His eyes that always seems to be able find you in any crowd were downcast, shifted away until you forgot what it felt like to melt under their intensity.

At first, you simply chalked it up to his devastating loss against his oh so beloved kohai. Nationals had been a dream of Oikawa’s that will now never come into fruition. You, of all people, knew the overwhelming heartache of coming up short. It was his passion and dedication to the sport that drew you to him, after all.

But after weeks of near radio silence, you start to feel yourself begin to unravel. Had you done something wrong? Was he still this upset about the loss? Is there something more you could to help alleviate some of his stress? Is he starting to lose interest in you? Maybe he doesn’t find you attractive anymore?

These were thoughts that would never have even had the chance to cross your mind before. Now, the lack of sleep and uneasiness building in your chest had you two seconds away from bursting.

Instead, you felt your whole existence deflate when you had been handed back your first failing grade. The angry red marks began to swim in your peripherals, wondering how you could possibly have let yourself fallen this far.

You had one goal. One clear goal. Now, your vision had been expertly muddled by wavy brown hair and bright teal volleyball shorts.

“And you just made this decision without even thinking of me?” Your voice cracked at the last accusatory word of your question, growing increasingly irritated Oikawa’s unusual silence.

It’s infuriating the more you thought about it, really. You didn’t want this. You never wanted any of this. You just wanted to graduate high school at the top of your class, get into a good college, and start working your way up in the world. You were content to stay in your little bubble if it meant that you’d be able to achieve your dreams.

But Oikawa was Oikawa. He was simply too bright to ignore. And like Icarus to the sun, you thought yourself invincible until you flew close enough to burn from his radiance.

“What am I in your life?” You spat out, and the words left a bitter taste in your mouth, “Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

Oikawa’s head snapped up, anguish stamped on his features as he desperately said, “You’re not nothing to me!”

“Then how could you do this?” You pleaded, disgusted at your pathetic groveling.

Oikawa shook his head, as if begging you to understand. “It’s not about what or how much you mean to me. I have to do this for myself and my future.”

It was so ironic, it made you livid.

Oikawa Tooru had successfully wedged himself into your life, deconstructing your walls brick by brick, gracing you with the warmth of his presence and the ardor of his love.

Only so he could be face to face as he drove the knife into your heart himself, allowing you a taste of pseudo happiness until it was time for him to take it away.

“Good luck in Argentina, Oikawa.”

His eyes widened at use of his last name, panic shooting across his features as he tried to stop you from leaving.

“Wait, Y/N -“

“Good bye.”

And you knew it wasn’t fair to him. You knew he was only doing what he felt was right, you understood that much too perfectly. It was irrational of you to shed tears over the most logical choice for Oikawa to make. You should be supportive, you knew that. But the embittered thought of being left behind was just too heavy to bear.

You walked away and never looked back, leaving behind two broken hearts.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(You look up at the sky as an airplane left trails of clouds that blasted through a sunset painted with pastel pinks and purple hues.

You briefly wondered if this plane was taking Oikawa Tooru back home.

It never is.)

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j-ungkooky · 3 years

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Temptation (Taehyung)

Ceo Au! Suggestive smut (he’s crouched under ur desk and :)) (smut will be in future chapters) Angst (later) 3181 Words Chapter 1.

“Good morning.” Taehyung simply greeted before disappearing into his office.

It was enough to get all the women in the lobby immediately shooting each other knowing glances because not only was Taehyung the company’s CEO, but he was a very handsome one at that too. His polite demeanour and respectful nature only contributed to his desirability. Due to everyone’s unanimous acknowledgement of Taehyung’s appeal, there seemed to always be some sort of competition for his attention. Whether it was to drop something off for him in his office or offer him leftover donuts, his deep voice thanking you followed by his infectious smile was all worth it. Taehyung being new to the company only made the competition over him more fierce. He had taken over the position from a now old and retired gentleman and because he had no idea what the personality of each individual in the office was truly like, it was all fair game.

She definitely would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t have some sort of crush on Taehyung but it was all physical and surface level. He was her boss after all and she only saw him for a few minutes each day. They’ve barely exchanged more than a handful of words to each other in the month of his takeover.

“Jesus...did you see his arms? They’re suffocating in that button up.” Jisoo, her colleague commented.

“You’re drooling,” she teased, “besides, you should be worrying about your meeting today and not about whether or not blood is circulating through his arms.”

Jisoo scoffed and pushed herself off of the reception desk.

“Don’t remind me,” Jisoo groaned, “it doesn’t help that Taehyung’s going to be sitting in for that meeting too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through anything without puking.”

The two of them continued to talk and catch each other up on what they did over the weekend before Jisoo eventually had to go back to her desk. She watched as her colleague walked away and felt a twinge of jealousy within herself. For someone like Jisoo to get nervous despite being pretty, charismatic and the office favourite was a slap to her self esteem. Jisoo also held a high position within the HR department while she was just a measly receptionist. She definitely wasn’t going to stay in this position forever but the job paid well and would suffice for now.

As the clock inched closer to everyone’s starting time, the lobby began clearing up as people went to their respected department. After a few minutes, she was left alone to man the front all by herself. She stared at the closed office doors surrounding her and felt another pang of envy in her heart knowing that people behind those doors were doing far more important work than her. Her days consisted of sorting through mail, sending emails, transferring calls and light house duties. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t all bad because at least she could surf the internet whenever she wanted without anyone monitoring her. Her eyes traveled towards Taehyung’s door and she wondered how he was adjusting to everything before an email notification needed her attention.

With it being Monday and the meeting Jisoo was talking about earlier being held today, it was quite busy. She usually had an hour of free time before her lunch break but the emails had been nonstop. People kept revising their forms and asking her to print out multiple copies of the revised papers to the point where the printer just stopped working altogether for a scary moment. With it being so busy, she decided to stay at her desk for lunch today. She was buried so deep in her computer work that Taehyung’s presence had gone unnoticed. He needed a break from staring at his screen all day and decided to go explore the office. In the month that Taehyung transferred over, he had no time to go around introducing himself or making himself familiar with the space. His decision to finally become accustomed to his environment brought him in front of her desk. The unusually loud crinkling from the untouched candy jar she left out for everyone broke her focus. She looked up to see her boss struggling with how small the jar was.

“Do...do you need help?” she finally asked.

Up close, Taehyung’s visuals had her feeling shy and flustered like a high school girl sitting next to their crush. Taehyung seemed just as surprised to hear her voice as his movements came to a halt and he pulled his hand out of the candy jar sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he apologized while rubbing the back of his neck, “I realized I must’ve looked really stupid.”

She waved his doubts away and took the jar from him. She tried her very best to seem unfazed and collected but the red tint in her cheeks and her inability to stop smiling so wide probably gave her away.

“The um...” Taehyung cleared his throat before continuing, “the watermelon flavour please.”

After a few seconds of sifting through the numerous options, she found the one he wanted. Taehyung opened his hand and she almost laughed at how tiny the candy looked in his gigantic palm. Her amusement didn’t stop at his physicality but shifted towards his entire personality. When she first met Taehyung, she was beyond intimidated. She couldn’t look at him for too long without feeling like he was looking right through her. Taehyung carried himself with an air of confidence and always had an answer for everyone, as expected of a competent CEO. She wasn’t nervous around him because he was scary but because his presence was so large and full while she was so small compared to him. But having him stand before her enjoying a piece of watermelon flavoured candy with an innocent smile on his face was just so...unexpected.

“Is this your lunch break?” Taehyung asked noticing her untouched sandwich sitting beside her keyboard.

She looked where he was and let out a forced laugh at her pathetic set up.

“Yeah I didn’t have time to properly take a break today.” she explained.

The reason she was eating at her desk suddenly occurred to her and her eyes traveled over to her inbox which was now at double digits. With only an hour before the big meeting today, she was already behind despite only talking to Taehyung for five minutes.

“Sorry Taehyung I have to get back to work,” she sighed running a hand through her hair, “is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked looking at him for a quick second before going back to her monitor.

Taehyung watched as she worked and wondered if this was the kind of work culture he wanted to uphold. He didn’t like that she didn’t take a break and was going unnoticed for her extra work. Perhaps he’d talk to HR and accounting later to avoid situations like this from happening again. Taehyung drummed his fingers against his her desk and sucked his teeth.

“Nope, nothing else you can do for me!” he smiled, “Thank you for your hard work but please make sure to take a proper break next time. I’m going to the coffee room to take a breather myself.”

She looked up to thank him out of courtesy and he surprised her by thanking her once more and using her name. He grabbed a few more pieces of candy before going on his way.

“Hey Taehyung!” she called, leaning over her desk.

He turned his head with a raised brow.

“If you’re still going to the break room, it’s the other way.” she informed him.

Taehyung turned around on his heel and began walking hastily in the correct direction with bashful smile on his face.

“What an interesting guy.” she thought while laughing to herself.

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The hour leading up to the big meeting didn’t get any easier as her inbox continued to flood with people requesting numerous things from her. She was finally able to breathe when the meeting started and people stopped demanding her assistance. Jisoo had come up earlier asking for words of encouragement before Taehyung emerged from his office. She watched in awe at how effortless Jisoo made it look cracking jokes with Taehyung and drawing out deep belly laughs from him. She cringed at how awkward she must’ve been with Taehyung earlier and refused to look at him when he walked by; not that he would’ve noticed anyway as Jisoo had his full attention. She made an early new years resolution to be more like her follow coworker in the coming year.

Despite the craziness earlier, she was already bored browsing through the same pages for the past 40 minutes. The meeting seemed to be going well as no one left the boardroom to ask her to do anything. With her sanity hanging onto Pinterest boards, she welcomed the delivery man with a gigantic smile and lively greeting.

“Big one today.” the delivery man commented while slapping the stacks of boxes on his trolley.

She took a look around her desk to see if there was any available space to put the packages but to no avail.

“You can just leave them there.” she said and began rolling up her sleeves.

“You sure?” the man asked, “these are quite heavy.”

She reassured him by telling him that she deals with deliveries every Monday and that this was no different to prior ones. She bid the delivery man farewell as he disappeared through the elevator doors with the same concerned face that never left during their entire interaction.

"Finally something to do.” she thought and with that, began working on the boxes.

Taehyung struggled to keep his eyes open during the meeting. He opted to rest his chin on his hand and pretend to take notes when in reality, his eyes were closed and he was drawing random shapes in his notepad. From the moment he received emails outlining what the meeting entailed, he knew it meant absolutely nothing to him. He didn’t actually know why he agreed to be a part of it but he was definitely regretting his decision to do so. Taehyung had a long list of tasks to fulfill especially since he was only a month onboard this company and this meeting was wasting his time. Wanting to make a good impression on his employees, Taehyung tried really hard to pay attention but he simply could not trick himself into caring as the minutes ticked by. He racked his brain on ways to escape and took a deep breath before pursuing his liberation. Taehyung looked at his apple watch and feigned surprise at a non-existent message on it.

“Everyone, I apologize for leaving so suddenly but there is an issue I have to attend.” he announced while getting up from his seat.

He uttered a few more apologies before leaving the boardroom and closing the door. It wasn’t until he was out in the hallway by himself that he suddenly felt incredibly foolish over how easy it was to leave. He sat in that godforsaken room for almost an hour thinking of ways to flee and that was all it took. Pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling a sharp breath, Taehyung made his way back to his office.

“Holy shit! What is in here?!” she groaned struggling to lift more boxes from within the delivery boxes.

In the span of an hour, she was still working on one of the four boxes delivered. Perhaps she should’ve listened to the delivery man earlier but her pride got in the way. It didn’t help that the skirt she was wearing today was a lot shorter than her usual choices but all her work clothes were currently in the wash as she simply could not be bothered to do laundry over the weekend. Every time she lifted something up, she had to immediately place the item somewhere so she could pull her skirt down or she’d accidentally flash the office.

She attempted to set one box down on her desk and winced when it slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. She waited a few seconds to see if anyone came out to figure out what the noise was and breathed a sigh of relief when the office remained undisturbed.

“Better than aimlessly scrolling through Instagram.” she thought before bending over to pick up anything that fell out.

“Do you need help?” a familiar voice called out.

She jumped in her shoes and proceeded to drop everything from her arms. She snapped her body up to see who it was and surprising her again for the second time today, Taehyung was standing in front of her desk with a curious look on his face.

“I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that,” he apologized profusely as he made his way behind her desk, “please let me help you!”

It took her a beat to register her appearance and she quickly pulled down her skirt that was riding up way too close to her crotch. She smoothed her hair before attempting to stop Taehyung from doing anything.

“No, no don’t worry!” she laughed as he held up the items out of her reach.

“If you want it then you have to grow a whole foot taller.” he teased.

“You have a meeting to go back to.” she reminded him to which he scrunched his face in disapproval.

Just as she was slowly convincing Taehyung to go back, his face turned from playfulness to dread when the boardroom door opened.

“Let me ask Taehyung to join the meeting again.” a colleague’s voice could be heard before their footsteps approached the lobby.

She was about to tell Taehyung that he was needed when he ducked under her already cramped desk and put a finger to his lips as his eyes pleaded for her to keep quiet. Before she could process what was happening, Jin, her coworker appeared.

“Hey! Is Taehyung around?” Jin asked as he marvelled at all the boxes spread out in the lobby.

She stood still trying to calm her nerves. On one hand, she was fighting against the biggest laughing fit of her life and on the other, Taehyung her boss, expected her to cover for him as he cowered under her desk.

“He is...” she glanced down at Taehyung who was now shaking his head and making a cutting motion with his hand, “I-I haven’t seen him actually! Is he not in the meeting?”

Jin cocked a brow and leaned over her desk trying to see what she was looking at.

“Is everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.” he laughed.

She forced a smile and shook her head, “Oh yeah I’m fine! My computer’s been acting up all day and it’s getting a little worrisome with everything going on.”

Taehyung was impressed by how quick she was on her feet and slowly breathed a sigh of relief until he heard Jin offer to come around and take a look at her computer for her. This whole situation was already absolutely ridiculous and humiliating until she sat down on her chair to click a few keys and feign relief that her computer was magically working again. The issue was no longer the fact that Taehyung was hiding from his employees but that he was contorted under her desk that was way too small for his large frame, now with her cunt inches away from his face.

“Well now that you’re here anyways, I was hoping you could help me with some paper work and scheduling.” Jin said.

“S-sure.” she managed to answer despite her throat drying up and the adrenaline slowly making its way through her veins.

She could feel every time Taehyung breathed because his exhales would land right against her inner thigh and when he sighed, she could feel it right against her sex. Her thong provided little to no protection against any sensation caused by him. She tried to clamp her thighs together but her knees would hit Taehyung’s face in the process causing her to open her legs again as a reflex and there was no more room for Taehyung to back up against.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked.

She could only nod as a response; she did not trust her voice to come out stable and natural. The battle she was fighting up there was mutually shared by Taehyung underneath. His brain was going a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out how to talk to her after this. How was he going to make this all alright and normal? He could offer her a raise and an extra week of paid vacation? Maybe he could fire her but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he did that. Taehyung was beating himself up for putting her in a situation like this and began to mentally prep for a lawsuit. While trying to figure out a solution, Taehyung forgot that he was just a man with a simple brain and another mental battle was underway as he tried very hard to avoid gazing somewhere he really shouldn’t. As she kept squirming, her skirt kept rising and Taehyung couldn’t help but steal a glance at the growing wetness appearing on her undergarment. The growing arousal within Taehyung’s pants made him feel more cramped and with his legs were beginning to fall asleep, he began to pray to any god out there for some sort of divine intervention.

“Fuck fuck fuck...oh my fucking god,” he chanted in his head, “Jin shut the fuck up already.”

A gasp escaping from her lips followed by her suddenly jolting startled Jin and he gave her an odd look. Taehyung had completely lost feeling in both of his feet and he fell over grabbing onto her thighs for support. His hands felt so warm against her skin and their sheer size grabbed a lot more area than anticipated. Taehyung fought back a groan when the bottom of her skirt had flipped over and her entire lower region was in full view.

“Hey Jin, is it okay if we do this over email? I’m suddenly not feeling so well.” she was able to muster out.

It didn’t take a doctor to know something was wrong from her complexion turning completely pale.

“Yeah I think you should go home for the rest of the day. You really don’t look well,” Jin acknowledged with furrowed brows, “I’ll just catch Taehyung up with the meeting myself.”

The minute she heard the boardroom doors close, she pushed her chair back so forcefully that it crashed into the wall behind her. She got up and immediately pulled her skirt down and made a beeline towards the washroom without saying a single word to Taehyung. Taehyung on the other hand stayed fixed under her desk with his eyes bulged and his mouth ajar. There was absolutely no positive outcome for what he had caused.

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts scenarios #bts oneshot #taehyung oneshot #bts #bangtan #bts ceo

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saintobio · 3 years

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hello !! this was such a good chapter 😩 i have no regrets reading it first thing in the morning HAHAHAHA

i just wanted to say that it’s so funny how like,, the stuff gojo’s been complaining about the way he’s being treated this chapter,,,, is exactly the same way he’s been treating yn the entire time,,,,,, but he’s not ready for that conversation🤡📸

AND THE BORA BORA THING !!!! miss girl that whole interaction had me missing toji so bad i reread every scene in the givenchy store just to be called mrs zenin again 🤓

thank u for this long, beautiful chapter ai! and please get some rest :( i was reading through your asks the other day, and now i just wanted to let u know that i (and i’m sure others too) don’t mind waiting for you if you ever decide to take a break for the sake of your health ok :( please take care of urself!!

@tobeeeoh said

Heyyyy thanks for the new update of SN!! AMAZINGGGG CHAPTER AS ALWAYS HNGGGHH😭 istg sera always comes in at the worst time ASSDHSHAKAL

the one when y/n deleted her photo from gojo's phone left a crack on ma heart. GOJO WOULDNT BE ABLE TO SEE HER PHOTO IF SHE LEAVES AND HE DESERVES IT😤😤

okay now i read your schedule and AGAIN!! pls find time to rest and take care of yourself hun❤️

@brokennerdalert said

Where to begin with Satoru? I cant even with him! I mean he's getting better(kinda? Bitch doesn't know what he wants. He needs to make up his mind) I have to say it but I lowkey hope something happens and MC ends up with Toji. And Satoru will come groveling back and MC being the QUEEN she is, is gonna be like 'ew. no bitch, be gone' And then he dies alone. The End

@atsumusoup said

Gojo got some mad mommy issues 😮‍💨 but ig I understand 🙄 very much looking forward to that Bora Bora trip for some dramarama tho 😗

@miyarins said

we really said girl boss this chapter <3

but your power to make me feel such emotions is immaculate. i love u

@lcveaesop said

HELLO??? THE NEWST CHAPTER?? HELLO??

GAAAAA i'll make this quick ik there's gonna be alot soon in your inbox but i just wanted to say i really really REALLY LOVED THIS CHAPTER FOR A LOT OF REASONS!

We got to see more of gojo's pov, y/n's conflicting feelings as to how to treat him (WE'RE CONTEMPLATING SELF-RESPECTIVE DECISIONS Y'ALL) sera can suck ass, and oh my gof sowiaja the childhood scene😭😭 (im a sucker for childhood aus and this hit the spot) lots of thoughts for your series, i truly didn't mind thw wait! good job but pls don't pressure yourself to write more!

@burguhndy said

I was out here reloading my feed waITING FOR THIS!!! the TWO SMUT SCENES????? GOJO BEING NICE??? SERA BEING THROWN TO THE SIDE LIKE THE MISTRESS SHE IS 😭 ???

the funniest part was that i started reading this fic on google chrome whenever id search random jjk fics to read but i got so intrigued that i downloaded tumblr and made an account to keep up like 😭😭 i feel 13 again

ALSO ALSO hope youre doing well! You are a great writer and i hope you are getting rest. Please dont listen to those mean ass anons, they obviously don’t understand that you’re a real person with real shit to do in life. Anyways bye <3

@dumplingzumispam said

as someone who's been in mc in a gojo sera relationship (minus the marriage and getting together before gojo sera),, it kind of hurts when people call her dumb or they say why can't she leave lmfao😭 like i wish it were that easy tbh,, especially when they're consistently hot and cold but choose to prioritize the side once they come back in the picture

they build you up and make you think you're the only one in their eyes just to bring it down with some genuine act of love towards the side.. it's like a constant battle between mind over heart where yk u should leave but u want to stay in hopes that things will get better

also,, take ur time with the updates :) prioritize ur health whether it is physical or mental🖤 u should come first before writing,, we care about u and ur wellbeing 😚 it's okay if we gotta wait a long time bc regardless of how long it takes u to post,, ur works are true masterpieces

HELLO BESTIES <333 thanks sm for reading the last chapter and i am sosoo glad that u guys liked it !! i loved reading these reactions and feedback :’) and i will def need to rest moreeee hhhhhh

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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merryfortune · 3 years

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Blue Water High Club

Written as a gift to @pinceauarcenciel as part of the @precuresecretexchange

Fandom: Tropical Rouge PreCure

Ship: Manatsu/Laura

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.2k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Blue Water High, Rivals to Lovers

Synopsis: Manatsu is one of the five teenage girls who has been selected to be apart of this year's Blue Water High Club cohort: a group of competitive surfers who are trying to make it to the elite circuit. However, one of the other girls, Laura, is unimpressed with Manatsu's 'bumpkin' style of surfing and feels threatened by the rival that she sees in Manatsu until finally, it all bubbles and boils over.

Manatsu was buzzing with excitement as she hauled her backpack and her surfboard to the competing zone. Her parents were more naturally anxious beside her, flanking her at every point and making sure that she wasn’t hitting innocent bystanders with how she flaunted her surfboard affectionately named Summer.

Manatsu donned her name tag and competition status on her skin-tight, leotard bathers – up to snuff with competition rules and had cost a pretty penny to afford but were absolutely worth it. She looked good in them and she looked like just the other hopefuls looking to get into the Blue Water High Club.

The Blue Water High Club was the name given to a personalised set of surfing studies given to only a handful of teen girls per year. They were given a hostel by the beach and automatic entry into the closest high school. For one year, they would have the opportunity to eat, sleep, and breathe surfing. Every bit of their schedule would be tailored to them and getting them even better at their craft. Then, at the end of the school year, there would be a competition which was bigger than big which would either swim them into the professional circuit or cause them to sink. There was nothing more than Manatsu wanted than to be one of the five girls who would be the cohort of this year’s Blue Water High Club.

Only thing was, this was Manatsu’ first tournament and she was proud as punch to be here. Her parents… not so much. To her, possibility was as boundless as the sea they were giving a wide girth to as there were so many people here: other competitors, their families, judges, the media. But to her parents, whilst Manatsu thought she could only go up like the sun, they were worried she was going to sink like a shipwreck. Not because they didn’t have faith in her abilities to surf but because they were worried that she was a big fish in a small pond. She might have dominated back on their island, but this was a gathering of all sorts of people, from all sorts of places.

Nonetheless, with Manatsu all signed up, she was raring to go. Words were getting lost over the crackly speakers, competing with the sounds of people and the beach itself but it was apparent from the electric tension in the air: something was coming. Something was about to happen. And in a stroke of good luck, the announcements solidified. Manatsu’s heat was about to be up.

Her mother smiled and held her face, with a feeble voice she said to her daughter, “Good luck.”

“Go get ‘em, sweetie.” her father added as well.

Manatsu beamed and her left hand rocketed up, “Will do!” she shouted.

Her voice all but broke the barrier of general noise and ordinance. Some people stared, some people ignored her: either way, Manatsu was totally oblivious and so, she swung out. She had to go join the line with all the other hopefuls. She marched over like she was on a mission and hovered through the crowd of equally competitive and nervous girls until she finally found the person with the number before her.

She was irritable looking. And utterly unimpressed with Manatsu. She flipped her pinky-purple ponytail off her shoulder and bore a generally cross-looking expression on her elegant features. Manatus was utterly oblivious.

“Hi, my name is Manatsu, what’s yours?” she asked.

“Its none of your business.” she retorted back.

It seemed this girl had already made up her mind about Manatsu and that decision was that Manatsu was nothing but trouble. Nothing good at all. Either to socialise with or to compete with.

“Well good luck.” Manatsu shrugged off such hostility with a smile.

“You really shouldn’t bother Laura…” the girl on the other side of Manatsu whispered.

Manatsu flinched. She hadn’t even noticed that another girl had joined the line-up. She was spooked by this sudden voice.

“She’s really serious.” This other girl said.

“And so am I.” Manatsu boasted and she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. Laura.

“Ugh.” Laura growled.

“Shush, all of you, we need to get ready.” the girl in really thick, prescription goggles on the other side of Laura added.

She was right of course. Even if she was being a little bit pernickety. Laura huffed and sighed, folding her arms but mostly settled down. Same for Manatsu and the other girl, she stole another look at her and then there was more crackling over the speaker system.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed guests, friends and family, we welcome you to the eighteenth annual Aozora City Blue Water High Club tournament.” the speaker said. “Middle school girls from first to third year are eligible to compete. There will be multiple heats and the best of the best from them will be chosen. Thus begins, the first mixed heat of four.”

An air gun was shot, and all the girls rushed out to the water. It was like second nature to them. Feeling the wind in their hair and soon enough, the chill of the saltwater on their ankles. Their hands. Paddling out and taking turns scanning the horizon for waves and they were all truly beautiful.

What a day for surfing it was. The air was just right. It stuck to the skin like a blanket, invigorating and alert but comfortable. These were all girls in their prime after all, in their element. The water was choppy and getting higher and higher. It was a shame that a couple of the girls had already ridden their wave and it didn’t feel like it had been all that long out there. They had all been briefed prior in the guidebooks and sign-up sheets that the heats only had so much time.

Manatsu was awed as she found herself among the last of the girls to make their move. Her heart was pounding. These conditions were great but not as great as the ones back home. The waves were taller there. The wind was somehow windier. And it seemed that every couple of seconds the perfect break came along and right now, as Manatsu weighed up her options, there wasn’t even going to be something close to her ideal break.

And as she looked around, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who had pulled back perhaps too long. Laura. For some reason, Laura took Manatsu’s breath away right there and then. She could have choked on salt thinking that her rival competitor, and a snot-nosed inner-city type at that, was literally sitting pretty on her pearly, blue and pink board like that. But she was.

Her eyes were sharp; her ears were pricked. And then something happened. Her determined demeanour shifted, and she paddled out. Manatsu watched as Laura caught a wave that was almost as gorgeous as she was – and about as perfect as this cityscape beach was going to provide for a competitor.

She was all hard work, Manatsu noticed immediately. Studied and prim, nothing about her was out of place, not even a single curl of her hair as she rode that wave. Performing tricks that Manatsu would never have dreamed up by her own right. She was out on the water like she had been born beneath its waves, like a mermaid. Her routine stunned and, in that awe, Laura was shining like the shimmering, swaying ocean all around her and when she came ashore, her board skidding on the sand, she didn’t falter once, ending it with a dramatic bow.

Laura wowed everyone and anyone with her performance. Even the speaker system was singing her praise. And making warnings unto Manatsu. She gulped and she looked around. With Laura ashore, she was the only one left and the waves her getting flatter and flatter by the second.

But Manatsu had hope and there was this one gleam of foam that she was going to put the utmost hope. To be vivacious and full of energy. To earn her spot. It was as if she were willing nature to abide by her whims – and even weirder, it seemed to be working.

A wave began to rise up and out. Getting bigger and bigger and bigger until Manatsu leapt to her feet. Suddenly she wasn’t just the only girl on the water, she was the only girl in the world. It was just her and the water and she was soaring. Flying. She carved the waves and pulled off moves she couldn’t name technically but she had technically named them after herself. They were all her discoveries, through trial and error, her own thought process. She was the ur-performer, the talent to the technician and when she washed up, she did it with a smile.

Her parents were applauding her as hard as they could; more casually, a few others in the audience was doing the same. Even a couple girls – like the ones from before, not Laura though – were patting her on the back as well. With her finisher, the announcements began to trickle on over the announcements. The first heat had come to a glorious conclusion and there would be ten minutes until the next. Then, by the end of the day, the results would be privately shared with the girls and their parents. Once the results were given out, the tentative wait would occur next and soon this year cohort for the Blue Water High Club would be solidified.

She could hardly watch the other sets but from what she had glimpsed, the only girl worth watching was the sixteen-year-old with long, red hair. She got more fanfare than the others.

Once the other sets completed, Manatsu was on edge all afternoon. She was just buzzing with excitement that she couldn’t do anything else. Even a friendly girl like her, who had already made a couple of connections here, couldn’t go out and socialise. She was just staring down the judges’ tent with a cool drink in hand, waiting for her results to come in through text message to her parents.

It was seven minutes past five o’clock exactly when that highly awaited moment came. Manatsu’s mother phone pinged and Manatsu could have tackled her but fortunately, her mum was quicker with her thumb, opening the text message in the nick of time. And she couldn’t believe it. Neither could Manatsu’s father but Manatsu could. She took her mother’s hand and lowered it so she could see the screen. Smile didn’t begin to be an apt word for the expression that Manatsu was making.

She was grinning ear to ear. All for that mass copy and pasted text with a few changes. Miss Natsuumi Manatsu, congratulations, you scored incredibly well, tieing with only one other girl, and thus we welcome you to the Blue Water High Club. Follow the link for more information.

Her parents couldn’t believe it. Manatsu’s pipe dream had become reality. A reality that dawned on her and her folks quicker than they could have imagined. First term was two weeks away and there was a lot to get in order. A new school uniform, entrance exams in nature of arthimatic and literature, and so much more. At least accommodation was paid for but everything else came so hard and fast they were all breathless as those two weeks slipped through their fingers.

Before Manatsu knew it, she had arrived on the mainland again. Her father’s kiss still on her forehead as she marched up to the school and dormitory complex of the Blue Water High Club. It looked just as casually chic and pristine as it did on television, in the brochures, and on their official website. It was on a private beach front and had a pool as well, there were two-three storeys kind of melded with the hills that it was built on and ultra-modern by Manatsu’s standards.

She couldn’t wait to meet the other girls and see her room. The latter was brand new to her. Alien and without a homey feeling, at least until she started to make it more comfortable to herself by piling her clothes into the provided storage and putting up her posters and macrame. The former, however, was quite familiar to her.

She found the other girls in the common room, having already set up and arrived since apparently, they were local to Aozora City, unlike her, and Manatsu did know their faces. She remembered the purple-haired girl with fluffy, twin plaits and the girl with glasses from the competition. She was also willing to bet that the tall girl playing on her Nintendo Switch was the red-haired girl who had been the best in her heat according to the announcements.

“Hi!” Manatsu exclaimed when she found them. “My name is Natsuumi Manatsu, its great to meet you all!”

Her voice was way too loud for an indoor setting, but her enthusiasm was sparkling so for that noisy transgression, she was forgiven. At least for now.

Cringing through a smile, the purple-haired girl put up her hand gingerly and introduced herself, “It’s good to meet you, Manatsu, my name is Suzumura Sango.” She said.

“Takizawa Asuka.” the red-haired girl piped up and she pointed towards herself with her thumb.

“I’m Ichinose Minori…” the girl with glasses mumbled, her eyes somewhat obscured by them but it was also, as though that she were looking away from Manatsu. “There’s still one other girl left for you to meet…”

Manatsu almost didn’t quite catch that but she started to count. One for herself, two, three, four: oh! Minori was right. Someone was missing. Manatsu blinked. She wondered if that girl had simply not arrived yet, but the aura of the room was strange. Growing tenser and tenser by the minute but Manatsu was entirely oblivious, up until she decided that using all this brain power was making her thirsty.

She spun on her heel and she came face to face with the fifth member of the Blue Water High Club cohort – and even in her lackadaisical, happy-go-lucky state, Manatsu recognised her instantly. Laura. The rude girl from before but even so, Manatsu cracked a huge smile and held out her hand.

“Oh! Hey! I remember you,” she said, “I think we got off on the wrong foot, I’m-”

“Natsuumi Manatsu. I heard. Everyone heard. I think the whole city likely heard.” Laura retorted.

Manatsu laughed awkwardly and she scratched behind her head, “Ah, sorry, sorry, I’m just so excited to be here. It’s been my dream since forever and when I heard that I’d gotten in with top marks, well, I’m still surfing that high, haha.”

Laura’s eyes widened and her arms slowly unfolded, as though confrontational. Manatsu blinked again.

“You got in with top marks?” Laura asked.

“A-yup.” Manatsu replied.

Laura was completely off put by Manatsu’s answer. Her eye twitched and she stepped back. It was all written on her face: utter disbelief. Her lower lip trembled as this flabbergasted expression wrung her out.

“I was told that only one other girl made it into the Blue Water High Club with unprecedented top marks, was – was that you?” Laura asked.

“Huh, must’ve been.” Manatsu shrugged.

The other girls were most certainly not owning up to their own scores. Either way, Asuka rose to her feet, sensing a conflict.

“Let’s not get too hot and bothered about those scores,” she pointed out, “we’ve got plenty more to get. Both in the Club and in our schoolwork, let’s keep a clear head.”

Laura glared but before anything more could be said on the matter, it seemed their teachers had arrived too. Couldn’t have a handful of competitive teenagers unsupervised for too long and so, the five of them were carolled up outside and put through orientation.

They sat on the beach together, like it was a campfire and were put through the rules and expectations of the year which was about to be. Everything from their chores to their homework to, of course, the competitions which would make them standout from the rest of their peers at the Aozora City Middle School. It was the mere mention of competition that caused ears to prick and eyes to slit. These girls were primed and ready and to their mixed delight of apprehension and thirst, there was going to be a surfing competition sooner than they thought. Just at the end of the month: three weeks away. For it, they were willing to put in more than just tooth and nail at school and at training.

And already they had their first competition on the calendar. It was a mere four weeks away but until then they had plenty of other things to keep afloat in such as school and training. Both were going full straight ahead with no letting up on either side: everything they did, they had to push themselves to. It felt like they were crammed from every side as they were told to rebuild their surfing from the ground up at training and then slammed with assessments at school but there was one another problem too.

Trouble was brewing amid the girls. They hardly knew each other and already there was drama. Specifically, between Laura and Manatsu, of course, who else?

It was like a war zone in the off moments. The rare moments they had in between all the chores, assessments, and workouts that they had to do in and around the dorm. When it was during the on moments, like the aforementioned examples, it was stellar. Their competitiveness was bringing the best out of them but when it wasn’t, it was making the other girls’ lives – and even their own – a living hell.

Week one had been mundane. Little spits and spats here and there. They mostly stayed out of each other’s hairs as Laura was so entirely offended that a country bumpkin like Manatsu could even dare to reach glory that a technician surfer, taught professionally from a young age, all but hailed a child prodigy, could achieve even a slither of what Laura had. Manatsu, however, was mostly oblivious to the fireworks, trying to be cheerful as possible and doing her best to at befriend the other girls so they knew, when they were eventually caught in the crossfire, that it wasn’t entirely her fault.

Week two had escalated. Staying out of each other’s way hadn’t mostly worked. They lived together, after all, went to the same classes and everything else about what made the Blue Water High Club cohort so impossibly close by the end of it. Here, even their teachers – in and outside of the Club – had begun to take notice. Just not to the full scope of it and were under the impression that the rivalry was for the best. After all, their results were truly scraping against each other – and the other three girls, not wanting to be left in the dust already in what was still very much the beginning were keeping pace too. But that had its backfiring effects as well.

And by week three, it had become entirely unbearable. Everyone was tired and irritable. There was rarely, if ever, a moment of peace and quiet. The dorms were usually so, so, so loud with arguments and bets and trying to get the two firecrackers to sizzle down but not even all the water in the ocean was capable of that. It was wearing on everyone. Minori could hardly study, Sango could hardly sleep, and Asuka could hardly hear herself think. None of them had even the remotest idea on how Laura and Manatsu was fairing and they were the centre of all this.

It wasn’t for lack of trying or mediating. There had been many, many compromises and shouting match to just be young adults and put everything aside but trying to change those tides was meaningless. There had been many different approaches; some sly and some fortright. All was to little result. Manatsu had tried. Asuka had tried. Sango had tried. Minori had tried. The only person who hadn’t really tried was Laura. Until now, that is. The day before their first competition and everyone was ram-shackled on every possible level of their wellbeing.

Laura strolled up to Manatsu at noon sharp. She had bags under her eyes and tucked her arms in front of her, a slight pout to her lips as she loomed over Manatsu. Manatsu slowly looked up at her, equally tried seeming if more dishevelled looking, her hair was lifeless, and her eyes were drooping. The way she was spooning her lunch – leftover curry from the night before in her mouth – could be likened to that of an elderly woman’s technique in that it was very slow and very wobbly.

“Ah-hem,” Laura began, “I want to call a truce.”

Just those few words completely revitalised Manatsu. Her jaw went slack but her shoulders went taut. She slammed her hands on the table, “Really?” she exclaimed

Laura huffed, “On a condition or two.” she said.

“Okay, cool, what is it?” Manatsu asked, her words were rapid fire.

“You. Me. At dusk. Let’s have ourselves a friendly little surf. I want to see your skills up close and personal again before the big meet tomorrow.” Laura said.

Manatsu’s face split into a huge grin, “Your on.”

“excellent.” Laura sounded pleased with herself, smiling a small smile, before frowning again. She glanced towards the living room, “And girls,” she said, pointedly addressing Minori, Sango, and Asuka who were eavesdropping with great relief from their various spots of lounge and study in the living room, “this will be a private affair.”

“So long as this isn’t a ruse to drown Manatsu before tomorrow, have all the privacy you need.” Asuka retorted.

“Seconded.” Minori piped up.

“You have four hours to prepare, Manatsu.” Laura said, moving on just to warn Manatsu.

“Got it.” Manatsu chirped.

“Excellent. I’ll meet you on the beach then.” Laura told her.

“Sounds good.” Manatsu replied.

Laura nodded, not having much more to say and so, she sashayed off, presumably to do her own preparation for this finally healthy iteration of her and Manatsu’s friction. It was almost too good to believe.

Asuka, Minori, and Sango ventured out of the living room and with bright eyes, Minori asked, “So? Are you going to drown her?” she asked and then adjusted her glasses, having a literal flash of inspiration. “Or do you have any contingencies for if she tries to drown you?”

“Minorin… that’s so morbid.” Sango whined.

“Well, do you?” Asuka countered.

“Well, um… no.” Manatsu said, and she beamed. “I don’t think Laura’s that kind of person. She might be really, really driven and self-absorbed, but I don’t think she’d resort to something so low as to incapacitate her rivals. So, I’m gonna win our little spar fair and square. The only way I know how.”

“Oh, Manatsu…” Asuka murmured. “You are too cute for your own good, sometimes.”

“Huh?” Manatsu blinked.

“Well, um, good luck.” Sango added.

“And you know where to find us if you need any help.” Minori replied.

“Thanks.” Manatsu said. “Well, I’m gonna need a full belly if I’m gonna beat Laura tonight so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna re-heat my curry and track down some melon bread to have as well.”

“Sounds good.” Asuka said with a thumbs up.

Manatsu smiled and made good on exactly what she said she was going to do. She re-heated her curry and sussed out something sweet to have after it and then got to work. She hit the beach for a few laps, both swimming and running and got in tune the best she could. It looked flighty and playful, but it was very Manatsu and so, when the promised hour came, she felt as much as she could be at her peak on such short notice and off the back of many horrible nights of sleep.

Laura met Manatsu on the beach, looking prim and stern just by the waves. Her hair looked darker in the dimming sunlight. Twilight was encroaching fast tonight and no doubt by the time they were down with their little showdown, it would be utter night they would be returning home to, presumably as victor and loser. Still, in those moments as Manatsu got closer to Laura, sand scrunching under her toes, she felt breathless. It sure was beautiful tonight.

There was an anticipation on the air, roughing up the waters that glimmered beneath an orange sky. The clouds were fat and fluffy, drifting slowly through; the sun was sinking quickly in contrast, however. The black and gold waves lapped at their ankles as the two girls came to stand before one another, with their chins up and absolutely in tune with that environment of rivalry fuelled apprehension.

“Glad you could make it.” Laura politely greeted Manatsu, her arm shifting slightly around her surfboard.

Manatsu grinned and she patted down her own surfboard, Summer, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good.” Laura tutted. “I want to settle our little… disagreement once and for all, it’s gone on long enough, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Manatsu agreed – both wholeheartedly and exhaustedly.

“I want to see it.” Laura interjected with a glare.

“See what?” Manatsu asked, puzzled.

“That you didn’t just get lucky and managed to tie with me, a future queen of the surfing championships. I – I just couldn’t believe it. I still can’t and so, I want to see it. You’re surfing so good allegedly it can challenge me, even with my pedigree and promise.” Laura explained.

“Well, I’m no one that fancy…” Manatsu humbly countered through a smile. “But I try my hardest and try to shine as best as I can. I mightn’t wanna be a queen like you, but I do want to stand at the top of the world.”

Laura blushed, feeling horrible for some harsh things she had said – and thought – about Manatsu in the weeks previous, “Perhaps we’re more alike than we realise…” she murmured.

“Maybe.” Manatsu laughed.

“Then it will be with the same critical eye that we surf together and come to conclusion of who inches, or even miles, out the other.” Laura asserted.

“Yes.” Manatsu nodded.

Laura smirked and she thrust her other hand out, “I won’t lose to some random islander, you can count on it.”

“And I won’t lose to some smug princess either.” Manatsu rebuked and she mimicked how Laura pointed at her.

“On the count of three, we hit the waves, got it?” Laura said.

“Mm-hm, got it.” Manatsu confirmed.

Laura’s arm lowered and her hand curled into a fist, “One-” she shook her fist with one finger extended, “two, three!” With each number, she rocked her hand and she unveiled more of her fingers and then there was that final three.

She tried to lunge first towards the water but Manatsu was just as swift. In their mad dash for the deeper waters, it was a miracle that neither of them got shoved out of the way, from either their flailing hands or with their angling surfboards. The decks of which hit the water with a smack as they paddled out, parting from one another.

Manatsu waded through the waters, it was colder than she was expecting but it invigorated her rather than deterred her. She glanced out to Laura who was like a shark in the water, gliding through with precision and finesse on her pretty blue and white surfboard. Manatsu could have gotten lost, floated out to sea, admiring Laura from afar but her attention snapped back when a wave dumped on her, but she shook it off. It was just that Laura’s form was so captivating and one more glance towards her, Manatsu watched as Laura sprang up to her feet.

She was so delicate, like a dancer, as she got to her next form whilst Manatsu was belly down like an awkward turtle still. The wave that Laura had popped up on was gorgeous, not as high as other waves that Manatsu had seen on this beach in sunnier weather but still pretty good with fluff that foamed at the hanging curls of it. She gritted her teeth and scoured the backrow for something good.

Laura surfed so elegantly, pulling off spin after spin, looking utterly graceful doing it whilst Manatsu floundered. Even so, she refused to let that keep her down. Manatsu scanned the horizon for a wave, and she saw it. Not only did she see it, but it also called out to her with a siren song. She paddled out to it, viciously hard whilst Laura began to end her set.

Manatsu took a breath and she put her all into her pop-up. She landed with a wobble, not great, but her expression was fierce. Manatsu let her heart guide her through the water, pulling out moves that she had honed in her island home and moves that she had learned from the others. The cute acrobatics moves that Sango liked; the more technical moves with long names that Minori liked; and the core strength and upper arm moves that Asuka liked; and maybe even some stuff that she had learned from competing with Laura. Their teachers were good but honestly, it was her peers that Manatsu learned the best from.

Laura beached herself on the shoreline and she twisted around to watch Manatsu’s set. It took her breath away but most of all, it was the sheer joy that Manatsu emanated that really impressed Laura. She wondered when the last time was she looked so happy during one of her own sets. It was melancholic. Melancholic and dark and Manatsu washed up lazily next to her.

“What do you think?” Manatsu asked as she dug her legs into the wet sand below to anchor herself.

“You weren’t bad.” Laura brushed her off.

Manatsu giggled, she leaned in and could tell Laura was lying through her teeth, “I thought you were magnificent,” she said, “totally tropica-shining.”

“Thank you, Manatsu.” Laura awkwardly accepted the praise.

“So?” Manatsu asked, splashing about in the waves that came and went, tickling at her and Laura’s waists as they sat on the shore atop their boards. “Who won?”

“I don’t think I can crow myself the winner on a good conscious.” Laura admitted.

“And I’ve gotten better as late knowing where I can improve…” Manatsu added.

“Then its another draw.” Laura decided.

“Yup.” Manatsu agreed.

Laura glared playfully, “Then you better promise that we won’t draw tomorrow because that simply won’t do.”

Manatsu beamed, “You’re on.”

“That’s a good expression, Manatsu.” Laura murmured.

She leaned in too and surprised Manatsu with a kiss. Her lips were cold, from being wet and salty, too, but they were soft. Her technique was coy, but it was more than enough to fluster Manatsu. She went bright red and burned up to boot. Laura giggled as she kissed Manatsu before pulling back.

“More mind games?” Manatsu asked.

“Something like that.” Laura replied and she found herself unable to resist the impulse of touching her lips.

“Well kiss or no kiss,” Manatsu told Laura very seriously, “I’m going to win tomorrow’s competition.”

“I’d love to see that.” Laura preened.

Their conversation held some semblance of seriousness for a second before devolving. Manatsu splashed Laura and Laura splashed back. It was getting late but neither seemed to care. The moon seemed fuller and more silver than usual tonight, they couldn’t help but want to play in the water just that little bit longer before dinner and curfew passed them by.

#precuresecretexchange2021 #precure secret exchange 2021 #precure #tropical rouge precure #cure summer #cure la mer #tropical rouge #natsuumi manatsu #manatsu natsuumi #laura (precure)#laura x manatsu #manatsu x laura #writing tag #femslash

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this is kinda random i had no idea what acotar was before but then I came across ur blog and I loved lucien's character, and then I read Gigi's oneshots and fics, acotarprofessor's HC's and tealnymph's gwynriel fics and I absolutely lovedd elucien and gwynriel...

...and then I read the books. went about it the wrong way but atleast I got all the ships right. literally came into the fandom the wrong way round and even then elriel made no sense

anywayy, have a nice day, can't wait for elucien week.. best believe I'm gonna scroll through every post with my potato wedges and fries for comedic value

Nonnie.

The chaotic energy of this post is absolutely amazing. I'm living for it.

Lucien’s character is by far the best (Nesta and Cassian are right there with him for me). Lucien will always stand a hair above it because he got me through acotar. I almost dnf because it was so damn slow and Tamlin's personality is the equivalent of watching paint dry. But Lucien saved that book with his wit and dry humor and we love him for it.

I'll be honest I shipped e/riel in a fanon sense cause eh it was cute in away, I saw the appeal, but for canon it's only ever been Elucien. And there's nothing wrong with fanon shipping. But that pov...is so disgusting to me that I couldn't even do that. I ended up being blocked by certain mutuals, sent nasty dms and asks and had nasty replies in the comments of my posts. I knew that I made the right decision to leave that behind.

And yes Gigi @ladyvanserra is an amazing individual and her fics are great. I've devoured all her fics. She's truly a gem in this insane fandom and I'm extremely honored to call her a friend.

@tealnymph24 is one of the nicest people I've seen on this site, such a good heart ❤❤. I have her fics saved in my drafts lmao. I can't wait to have time where I can read them all.

@acotarprofessor I've only seen recently on my dash..I don't think I follow them?? But I need to fix that the posts I've seen from them are brilliant.

We're so excited for Elucien week! I'm finishing some stuff up today. If you want other blogs to follow, wanna talk elucien, gwynriel or anything else don't hesitate to come ask hun!

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #anti e/riel #ask #answered #anon

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i need help i can’t stop thinking about killing myself like it’s happened before but i’ve never gone through with it it’s going to hurt i know it i know

i'm really sorry to hear that love :( it seems like you're having such a hard time right now. i know there's nothing i can do or say that will really put a dent in ur pain, but since we're both here rn i'll do a bit of talking and if you're not feeling it you can ignore it, or you can come back to this later. maybe you want to try some grounding exercises, here / here and here before you feel capable of focusing. that's ok, take all the time you need. now, as someone who also struggles with this, i just wanted to say that i understand the intensity of the moment and how sometimes it really feels like the urge to give up is far stronger than any notion of hope the future has to offer. it is totally understandable how we get to this point when so much of life just seems to be suffering. having said that, i think it's a good sign that you reached out to me and an even better sign that you're able to recognize that these ARE just thoughts. and while they can be very powerful hurtful things, they do not exist in the tangible reality. not every idea that passes through your mind has to be believed or acted upon - all of this turmoil and self loathing, it is not factual and it is not permanent either. you're not in a place right now where you can trust your thoughts and feelings, so please let them pass on through, even if that takes a long time. allow it to. we've already established that this state of mind has come and gone in the past, and it will do the same again, if you give it the chance to. i'm not trying to downplay how unbelievably hard to live with, of course, but it can be freeing to acknowledge that this is transient no matter how difficult it is to endure. that fear is your survival instinct and it's kicking in to keep you here. you deserve to be here and you deserve to thrive, no matter what your mind is telling you. it sounds like you're going through phases of intense suicidal ideation and there can be a whole host of underlying causes for this - mental illness, past trauma etc. obviously those are very serious issues that need real medical attention in order to begin to overcome but with that and with time, it is totally possible to learn to live a full live along side them. almost nuturing them, so they don't overwhelm you as much. sometimes it boils down to loving yourself through it like a parent loves a child.

are you currently in touch with a mental health professional of any sort? your doctor, a therapist, a support group, even a hotline? if not, i would really urge you to seek help as soon as possible. and if you already are, let them know where you're at with your thoughts lately so they can focus on treating you more intensely. if you're worried about money, there are cost-sensitive options like finding a therapist who offers a sliding scale price, or looking into mental health resources within your community. any effort, no matter how small, counts. i know the prospect of reaching out and being honest is a daunting one, and i'm only bringing it up as something to consider at the moment (or when you feel able to) so please don't write it off all together. but it really is not the nightmare your brain is probably building it up to be. just like with physical illness, mental illness can be confronted and worked with. it's all about learning how to manage your unique mind, and even if it takes a lifetime, it is so possible to lessen the frequency of crises like this, to become more prepared for them so they feel less earth-shattering when they do occur. talking about what you've been through, pinpointing root causes, learnng how to implement healthy coping mechanisms into your daily routine, building a support system, finding the medication for you if needed - all of this is going to make a difference. it is not going to fix everything, obviously, but it is going to lighten the weight. you deserve to be supported without judgement and with genuine care, you deserve to be heard. there are a lot of people, professionals or otherwise, even just randoms like me, who are willing to be that presence for you.

this isn't always the case but a LOT of the time, suicidal people don't want to die, they just want to stop living 'like this'. you don't have to hurt yourself in order to achieve that, i mean it. i know when you're in this state of mind, any even slightly positive statement just feels like rubbing salt into the wound. but even if you can't seriously take them on board, i hope when you're in a more grounded place you can at least consider them as valid alternatives to absolute hopelessness. you might as well, because you are alive and that is not always going to be a burden. you honestly have an inherent worth that has been with you since the day you were born. it isn't gone just because you can't see it right now. every day you fulfil your purpose by experiencing the world. you can't fathom how many lives you've touched, directly and indirectly, just by being who you are. it is so hard to believe it, i get that, but it is a fundamental truth. there is nothing you need to prove, or give. the future is ever changing and doesn't exist yet, and you've already survived the past, so the only thing that really matters is this moment. focus on what you need, not what you want, but what you need to do right now to truly prioritize yourself. even if that feels like the last thing on earth you want do. if self destruction and self harm was gonna work, it would've by now. it's ok to try something new and to attempt to guide yourself through this with a bit of self-compassion. please, if you feel like you are an immediate danger to yourself, please exercise that and call the authorities, a hotline or a friend/family member right away. no matter what lies your brain is feeding you, no matter how much you don't actually want to in the moment. everything is always changing and things are going to change beyond recognition, they always do. you deserve to stick around to see that, and once you've made the decision to do that, you won't have to be scared anymore, not the way you are right now. i'm going to leave some links that i think might be of some service to you right now, but like i said, please call someone if you feel you can't be alone right now. i believe in you so much and i really hope you are able do the right thing for your own safety. such strong emotions are not built to last. just get through today, or even the next five minutes, andthen go from there. sending so much love.

list of hotlines

coping with suicidal thoughts

coping with depression

template for creating a safety plan

so you feel like shit? (this site really helped me the other day)

#anon #tw suicide #long #talking #tw self harm

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