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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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skz when you are upset.

pairings — boyfriend!skz x gn!reader

genre — angst with fluff at every end

warnings — mentions of alcohol consumption, academic stress, and yelling

words — 2k

notes — i'm going to post this before anything else, i hope you guys enjoy ^^ got carried away starting from hyunjin to jeongin lol i need to make it up to chan soon as i am working on something for him. ps. sorry for the grammatical errors and spellings, this is not proofread.

➳ chan

you were being distant to him lately and he knew something was up. chan is the type to let sit down and talk it out, he’d ask if he did something wrong and when you said yes, explaining that he forgot your own anniversary, in which he got so busy that day and you were planning to surprise him but he said he can’t make it. when he realized his mistake, chan would reflect and apologize immediately.

“how can you forget it?” you asked your boyfriend as he sighed in response.

“i should know and remember that very important day. i was careless and i know saying excuses will make it worse. i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you i promise.” he said pulling you into a tight hug. later that that day, chan arranged a reservation at your favorite restaurant and brought you some flowers. he even took you to his apartment and prepared for a movie night, but it didn’t go as planned.

if you know what i mean.

➳ lee know

he’s like a mother who can sense that something’s going with their child. you were upset about how your boss scolded everyone in your department, especially you about the upcoming project. they didn’t like your proposal and rejected it immediately. you hate your boss so much that you just wanted to quit your job. minho would try to persuade you to submit a resignation letter and you’re trying to refuse. it is hard to look for a job these days, and you can’t let your boyfriend to work for the both of you. minho kissed your lips as he wiped your tears with his thumbs,

“it’ll be okay, just hang in there for a bit. i’ll help you find another job so you can leave that hell.” he smiled. you looked at him and saw how contagious his smile was. “i’ll cook your favorite food to ease you, okay?”

“baby?” you called.

“yes?”

“i love you.” you smiled as he gave you a soft kiss.

“i love you too.”

➳ changbin

a sigh escaped from your lips when you knew changbin didn’t even greet you for your birthday. you had a fight the day before and you got so mad at him. he probably decided not to show himself the next day, which is, your birthday. even though you had a fight, you were expecting him to show up and apologize but night came, and there was still no changbin insight. you weren’t feeling upset anymore but the feeling of sadness and disappointment creeps in.

“how could he ditch me on my birthday?” you asked yourself as you walk back to your apartment after an unnecessary birthday party. but then, a moment later, you received a text from him telling you to go out and your feet dragged you downstairs where he was waiting. to your surprise, he was with his friends. hyunjin and seungmin where holding a huge banner with “happy birthday” on it as he was holding a bouquet of flowers and felix was holding a cake saying “i'm sorry”.

you burst into tears when the boys started to sing happy birthday. changbin hugged you tightly, reassuring that everything is okay and said he’s sorry. of course, you were happy that you finally made up, he kissed your lips and smiled as the others awed in response.

“happy birthday sweetie.” he said.

➳ hyunjin

you hate it when you and hyunjin fight over petty things. it was a night filled with exchanging arguments and you got tired of it, considering a break up. hyunjin was too stunned that he agreed to give you space. you’ve been fighting for the last few days about his schedule and other activities that he rarely spends time with you. you tried to be understanding but when you ask him to come home even just for a bit, he would refuse and try to blame his job. sometimes, he’ll get annoyed with you and not answer your calls and texts. but after a deep conversation with chan, he realized how focused he was with work that he’s missing out his time with you.

he misses you so much that you haven’t talked in 2 weeks, which you just let him be. by the next day, he went home and sat on your bed, trying to have a good conversation.

“i asked my manager to have a few days off so i could spend some time with you,” he said as he reached out for your hand. “i’m sorry baby… i should make time for you even if i’m busy.” he added as you pulled him into a hug. hyunjin buried his face on your neck as he pulled you closer to him.

“it’s okay… i understand,” you reassured him but hyunjin refused.

“no, i should make it up to you,” he said. “let’s stay home today and we’ll go on a date tomorrow, okay?” he said as he kissed your nose.

“i would love to.” you smiled and kissed him softly.

➳ jisung

you got mad at him for coming home late and drunk. jisung is not the type of person to drink but since he went to a party with his friends last night, he got carried away when he promised to come home by 11. you ignored him the next day in which he got confused why. he asked felix about it, and told about your sentiments with jisung. he barely got home by 3 am and you were so struck when he arrived, being loud and woozy, with chan and changbin carrying him helplessly. it was kind of embarrassing but you thanked them anyway. when jisung realized you were upset, he went home early that day and decided to cook even though he’s not good at it. cooking will be the last thing you wanted him to do, but since he knew he did something wrong, he wanted to surprise you and apologize.

you arrive later that evening and you were exhausted from work. the scent of delicious food entered your nostrils. it was so unusual for your boyfriend to cook that’s why you entered the kitchen immediately. you saw him wearing you apron and settled everything on the table with candles on the middle.

“you’re here.” he said. “welcome home sweetie.” he smiled.

“you cooked?” you asked as he rubbed his nape.

“yeah, i wanted to apologize about last night too,” he said. “i cooked your favorite, you should try it.” you gave him a doubtful look as he got nervous with it. sitting down to reach a spoon, you tasted the food and to your surprise it was so damn good. you were dumbfounded for a bit which made jisung good worried. “is everything good?” he asked, you gave him a thumbs up and went to hug him. a small smile formed on in his face as he hugged you back.

“apology accepted,” you said as he gave you a peck on the lips.

➳ felix

you rarely got mad at your boyfriend, felix. he’s the sweetest and that perfect partner you could ask for but that doesn’t mean you don’t get disappointed in him. you were so tired when you got home from work that night and he was not in the mood after hyunjin and him fought, which it doesn’t usually happen. he yelled at you after you nagged about not cooking dinner when you both agreed that he will, just this morning. it was so sudden that you were caught off guard and locked yourself in your room to cry. felix was stunned by his actions and went to work the next day trying to distance himself for a bit and to give you some space. you went to work wearing sunglasses to cover your puffy eyes and everyone’s attention was on you. it was another exhausting day but the fact that you are not on good terms with your boyfriend had it worse. you didn’t want to go home to see his face but to your surprise, your co-worker told you that he is waiting outside.

it was already the end of your shift as you went down to see him. he was wearing a worried face when he saw your eyes. he licked his lips before coming up to you, pulling you into a hug.

“darling, i’m so sorry i yelled at you.” he said. “are you okay, baby?”

you burst out crying again and hugged him back which made him got worried even more as he caressed your hair.

“i hate you so much! i was so tired yesterday, the last thing i wanted to hear was to you yelling at me.” you said as felix cupped your cheeks, kissing you softly.

“i’m sorry, i was just not in a good mood last night…” he said. he explained everything about what happened which made you apologize to him as well. “i’ll cook dinner and bake brownies for you tonight okay? i want to make it up to my sweetheart,” he said placing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

“you better.” you smiled as he kissed you again before taking a ride home.

➳ seungmin

you were so mad at him after he didn’t come to your date. it was supposed to be at 4 but he never came, no texts and calls saying that he can’t make it. you waited for him aimlessly but you grew tired and went home. you knew yourself that seungmin is quite busy these days as you were taking a whole week break from university. he promised to take you out on a date to spend some time after being so put up with work. but it didn’t turn out to be good. he know he had to run and apologize. you heard a knock on your door and when you opened it, seungmin pushed you back inside and gave you a hug.

“i’m so sorry, i was stuck in the middle of a meeting.” he said but you pushed him away. “i know you’re upset, let me make it up to you.” he pleaded with his puppy eyes which you can’t resist. seungmin held your hand, locking your fingers together and hugged you again. “do you want ice cream?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“you think a simple ice cream would make me feel better?” you asked.

“well if it’s your favorite then why not? you always beg me for ice cream when you’re mad.” he chuckled, kissing your nose. a smile was formed on your face, you can’t bear to be upset with him for too long.

➳ jeongin

you thought it was immature but you were already having a bad day and jeongin decided to take you to the amusement park to ease your problem. the truth is, you got a bad grade on your recent exam, it was a major subject and you were not feeling good about it. then jeongin came to comfort you and it was actually sweet for him to take you out on a date but it wasn’t the way you expected it. everything is going well when jeongin started to pull a prank on you by pouring fresh green slime above your head, thought it would make you laugh, you got mad at him. it was your favorite outfit and it got covered with slime, he saw how your mood worsen to the fact that he got scared and you went home.

he came in your apartment late at night after trying to reach you through the phone. he even asked for chan’s advice on how to deal with it but he said jeongin just need to apologize and try to talk it out that what he did was wrong. luckily, you opened the door and saw him in his “uwu” and pouty face. he knew you can’t stay mad at him for too long so he went to hug you.

“i’m sorry, i won’t do it again,” he said. “i thought it will make you laugh but i was wrong, can i cuddle you instead?” he asked with pleading eyes.

“you know i can’t say no to you.” you smiled as he carried you on the couch and started to cuddle. he came to be touchy and clingy to the fact that he won’t let you go until you fell asleep together with him hugging you tightly.

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Deserve Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky disappeared and came back only to say goodbye.

Word Count: 2,887

Warnings: angsty angsty angsty angsty angsty

A/N: Post-endgame timeline with lotsa angst! Included Andy Barber here because why the fuck not but he’s really not a major character lol

Deserve Better || Undeserving || Deserve The Best

MAIN MASTERLIST

The day you got Bucky back was the same day he said goodbye. He left you— said it was for the best— just as when your fingertips touched him for the first time after five years of longing.

Your reunion with Bucky after the snap was nothing like the movies, far from it actually. A lot of things happened when he was snapped back, in between the battle with Thanos and Tony’s funeral. Besides, you weren’t an Avenger; you didn’t work for SHIELD nor the CIA. In fact, you remained oblivious of the battle that was going on until the moment of chaos caused by the sudden reappearances of half of the world’s population.

And then you received a message from Steve, about the tragedy and the sacrifice of Tony Stark. He was inviting you to the funeral and as much as you felt devastated from the loss of a hero, you couldn’t help but focus your attention on the last line of Steve’s message.

Bucky’s going to be there too. He’s back. He needs you to be there with him.

It wasn’t until the funeral was over that you finally got to have Bucky all to yourself. You had locked gazes when you arrived and staring back into his beautiful blue eyes again made your knees weak.

Bucky was really back.

“Hi.” He greeted you first, his voice remained the same— soft and gentle.

One word was enough to make you feel the warmth of his existence. Hearing him, seeing him again felt like finally coming home after a very long, tiring day.

“Hi, Buck.” You whispered.

Bucky’s smile was all it took for the dam to finally break. You’d burst into tears right then and there and you were more than ready to feel his arms around you after years of hugging yourself to sleep during his absence.

But the warmth never came. If any, Bucky stopped himself from doing so. You frowned when he took a step back from you, extending his metal arm to keep you at a certain length away from him.

“I’m sorry.” He uttered, refusing to meet your gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I have to go.” He explained, gently squeezing your arm before rubbing circles on your skin using his thumb.

You didn’t understand why Bucky needed to go when he just got back. You just got him back. You had spent years crying over his disappearance only for him to come back and disappear again?

Bucky explained that he thought he got better but things have become so vastly different after the snap that it left him feeling broken and different again. He told you about Steve’s decision to go back in time, never to return again. How Tony’s death made him feel like it was too late to set things straight and how he would probably carry the guilt and regret from not being able to apologize for what he had done.

“I’ll help you, Buck. We’ll work through this together. I want to be by your side when things get better.” You insisted, tears blurring your vision as you tried to reach for Bucky, wanting to feel him again after such a long time.

But Bucky kept on moving away from you, he kept on pushing you away and you wanted to understand why he wouldn’t let you touch him.

“I’ll only hurt you, I don’t want that to happen. I want to get better because you deserve better. But I can’t do that with you because this...this is something that I gotta figure out by myself.” He further explained.

You shook your head, unable to accept his decision. “Buck...I don’t think I can lose you again. I just got you back...I can’t afford to lose you again, please?”

When you attempted to reach for Bucky’s hand, he finally let you. You quickly entwined your fingers through his metal ones and savored how they felt against your skin. They were cold as usual, but Bucky always oozed a certain warmth that made you feel safe.

But now they’re just that— cold and hard.

“I love you. I’ll wait, Bucky.” You murmured and tugged at his hand before he could even let you go.

Bucky smiled sadly at you, “You don’t have to, doll.”

You shook your head and brought Bucky’s hand to your lips as you cried, “I want to. And I will.”

Pressing one final kiss on his hard knuckles, you watched Bucky slip his hand away from yours before turning around to leave. You felt your chest tighten as if you lost all the oxygen in your lungs the same way you lost Bucky.

Losing him the second time around proved to be even more painful. Because this time, he didn’t just disappear.

He walked away.

You waited for Bucky to come home to you for days and weeks until they turned into months...and then years. Still, no Bucky walked through your doorstep but you never stopped hoping.

Sleep was such a rare occurrence to you since Bucky walked away. How do you honestly cope with the loss of someone when you haven’t even healed yet from his first disappearance? You wanted to get mad at him, curse him for suddenly deciding to leave you. But you felt selfish for even thinking about that, because Bucky left to better himself.

To be better for you. He said so himself.

So you kept waiting for him to come back. You made it your reason to keep going. You looked forward to the day you’d hear your door open followed by his heavy foot steps. You wondered, would he smell the same then? Would he still be using your favorite perfume on him? One that smelled like cedar wood and mint and well, Bucky. Would his hair still be of the same length? What about his beard? Would he shave them off before coming back home?

How about his gaze? Would his blue ones still look at you as if you were his moon?

As much as these thoughts made you miss him more, they were the ones that you held onto. They were like your glimmer of hope on nights you were the loneliest, on nights you cried and dreamt of his return only to wake up to an empty, cold space beside you.

You held onto these thoughts every single day in hopes of them becoming real soon enough.

People have told you to move on, to not waste your time waiting for someone who walked away just like that. But you trusted Bucky when he said he wanted to be better because you deserved better. You couldn’t move on, not from Bucky.

You love him with your entire being, so much that his absence caused you physical pain too. You couldn’t even find the right words to describe how much you love Bucky.

In the three years that you spent waiting, you’d met a lot of people too. People who showed interest but none of them really won you over.

You’d met a man named Andy through work. He was a lawyer and was dealing with his own divorce. The connection was there and you wouldn’t deny that.

Two people dealing with the grief from losing someone they love, it wasn’t that hard not to find a common ground. And you did find some solace in Andy and him in you. But it was just that, nothing more and nothing less.

“How has it been?” You asked Andy after he had settled into the booth across of you.

The restaurant was surprisingly scarce on a Sunday morning. Usually there were plenty of customers, their chatters overpowering the soft music playing in the background. Now, it was peaceful and the radio was turned off. There were only the clinks of plates of being set on tables and the footsteps of the staff walking around the place as they attended to the few customers around.

It was serene and peaceful, pretty much like Andy’s aura when he arrived.

“I wouldn’t say I’m fine but I guess I’m at a much better place now than before.” He said with a nod, as if he was finally agreeing with himself after questioning his emotions for the past few months.

You offered a kind smile and placed a hand on top of his, “It shows, Andy. I’m glad. I’m happy for you.” You said.

He had been going through a lot of emotions since he signed the divorce papers. He didn’t want to but knew it was for the best. Andy had a son, Jacob, and he didn’t want for his son to grow up in an environment where his parents no longer slept on the same bed. As much as he loved Laurie, the relationship was no longer working and was becoming toxic the more they stayed together.

“And you?” Andy asked back before calling the waiter.

You let out a deep breath, “Still waiting.” You chuckled as your stared at your hand that remained on top of Andy’s.

Andy spared you an apologetic glance but nodded, “I do hope he knows how lucky he is.” He said, turning his palm up so he could hold your hand.

To others, the gesture may seem romantic but it really wasn’t. You and Andy both knew that despite the similarities and the comfort you found in each other, the both of you were not meant to be together in that way.

Your heart still belonged to Bucky after all.

When you received an invitation from Sam Wilson, you felt confused and excited. There was going to be a huge gala at the compound to honor Steve Rogers’ legacy as Captain America.

You’d heard the news about Steve’s passing not long after he went back in time. He finally got to live the life he deserved and when he came back, it was as if everything had been corrected. He may no longer be the super soldier that many knew but he remained the same person— but he wasn’t the man out of time anymore. Despite his white hair and wrinkles, Steve looked the happiest he had ever been.

You wondered how Bucky coped up with such a huge loss, you always worried for him.

It sparked debate though, Steve’s decision to leave the Avengers. Some got angry, said that Steve was selfish for doing that. Others showed sympathy, that Steve didn’t owe the world anything. He’d spent a lifetime fighting for everyone. It was time that he fought for himself and what he deserved. And Sam fought just as hard for Steve’s legacy and finally, all his hard work finally paid off.

What confused you was whether Bucky was going to be there? Does he know about the gala? Was he finally back? If he was, why hasn’t he come home to you yet? You had so many questions that you wanted to ask.

The answers though, were literally in the palm of your hand— the invitation.

It was no surprise how big the gala was. Just on your way inside, you’d already come across a lot of big personalities. There were politicians and popular celebrities too. You felt intimidated given that you went by yourself and that you weren’t really part of their world.

You were just you, someone who had fallen in love with one Bucky Barnes who introduced you to the world of superheroes. The rest was history.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” You turned around and found Sam approaching you with a huge smile.

You embraced him and smiled as you pulled away, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You told him.

It was Steve and Sam that you’d met first and they were nothing but kind to you. Despite being well, ordinary, they welcomed you like their own when Bucky had introduced you.

Sam’s expression changed at your response, “I honestly thought that you wouldn’t show up after Bucky said—“

“Bucky?” You immediately cut him off upon hearing his name.

“Bucky’s back?” You asked and Sam had never looked more confused as ever.

He carefully nodded, brows knitting together as he frantically looked around. “I thought you knew about it.”

“How long? How long has it been since he came back, Sam?” You probed, feeling your throat constricting at the unexpected revelation.

Sam merely looked at you with what seemed to be pity. Why? Why was he looking at you like he was sorry? And why didn’t Bucky tell you when he came back? Was he simply not ready? Or was he waiting for the right time?

“Sam, how long?” You asked again, voice firmer this time around.

“A year ago. He decided to join the Avengers but wanted to undergo formal training before taking on the responsibility of one.” He responded.

You opened your mouth to say something but it’s as if your whole body was paralyzed. He had been back for an entire year now...and yet he kept you waiting?

A hand on your arm pulled you back to the surface, looking up at Sam you shook your head in utter confusion.

“I don’t understand why he didn’t tell me.”

Sam sighed, “I thought you knew. He said he saw you and—“

Sam’s words died on his tongue when he saw that your attention was no longer on him. Following the line of your sight, Sam turned around and saw that Bucky had walked into the venue. He swallowed and couldn’t hide the guilt he felt from assuming that you knew about his return. Before he could apologize, you’d brushed past him as you kept your gaze on Bucky.

Why he didn’t inform you of his return was beyond you and to be honest, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it for now. Because Bucky was right in front of you and it felt like forever since you last saw him.

A lot has changed. He chopped off his hair but he still sported some scruff. Bucky looked closer to his younger self back in the 40’s. You remembered the conversation you had with him about cutting his hair.

“Should I cut it?” Bucky stood in your bathroom, observing his long locks in the mirror as he ran his fingers through them.

You walked over to him, hugging him from behind and pressing your lips on his back before moving to stand beside him.

“Do you want to?” you asked.

Bucky scrunched his nose, “Maybe in the future. I do miss my hair back then.” he smiled.

You chuckled, “Back when Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes used to sweep the ladies off of their feet?” you teased.

Bucky turned to you and wrapped an arm around your wait pulling you closer to kiss your lips, “Hmm, I wanna see if that hair will have the same effect on you.” he said and kissed your cheek.

You hummed as you caressed his face with your delicate hands, “I’d like to see that too, but maybe you should keep the scruff.”

But it wasn’t just his hair that changed. It was his entire demeanor— his aura seemed a lot lighter now, he seemed happier and confident. You knew it for a fact because he wasn’t wearing a glove to hide his metal hand. It was out on display for everyone to see and shake, apparently.

You watched in awe as Bucky interacted with the people around him. He used to avoid eye contact with strangers but now he seemed relaxed doing so. Although he would still open and close his metal hand, something he did whenever he was anxious. The crowd still made him uncomfortable but he’s shown a lot of improvement since then.

The question as to why he never told you about his return continued to linger in the back of your head. But you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling from ear to ear, eyes brimming with tears as you quickened your steps.

Your Bucky was finally back.

And then the world seemed to have stopped when a certain blonde walked over to Bucky, her hand sliding over to his cheek as she leaned up to press a quick peck on his lips.

You knew her of course, Sharon Carter; and you knew about her and Steve. It was Bucky himself who told you about them and how proud he was that Steve finally decided to try his luck at romance. Which is why you felt even more appalled at the scene playing before you.

The way Bucky slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and how he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. How he was smiling down at her, whispering to her ear as they laughed.

Bucky was in love with Sharon. You didn’t have to ask him that anymore because he was looking at her like she was his moon, his source of light in the darkness.

You knew that because he looked at you the same way, back when you still had his heart.

Suddenly, the questions plaguing your mind found their answers. You understood now why he never came home to you.

He did get better, you could tell that by the way he smiled and laughed.

Bucky was better now, but not for you. At least, not anymore.

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justice4canyonmoon · 3 years

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An Evening Off

Summary: Both Y/n and Harry have a rare night off. Y/n has relaxing plans for how they should spend it.

Notes: Howdy! This is probably the last fic I’m going to post for the next two weeks; I have finals for college next week, and I have a fuck ton of work this week because professors love to give students everything at once 🙃 Anyway, I came up with the very fluffy concept because I crave emotional intimacy, so I hope you like it!!!!

Warnings: cursing ig. otherwise just a lot of fluff and taking a bath together 🥰

WC: 1.9k

Y/n was feeling lonely.

Her boring ass office job didn’t produce too many friends for her. While the people she worked with weren’t the absolute worst, they were just, well, bland. Their lives were cookie-cutter. The closest thing any of them had experienced to a true adventure was a trip to IKEA. Her two best friends, Maria and José, were across the country, since she had moved from one coast to another to live with her boyfriend. Sure, she could FaceTime them, but it just wasn’t the same. And after the call, she knew she’d just be more lonely than before.

Harry wasn’t an option either. He was working, far too hard for her liking. She understood, of course; it was album crunch time. He had to make all of the last minute decisions: finalizing the tracklist, photoshoots, and touch-ups on the chosen tracks in the studio. But she missed him. The only times she saw him anymore was right before bed, when he would stumble into the room sleepily and kiss her forehead before going right to sleep. So yeah, she was a bit lonely. And being alone on her day off wasn’t exactly the plans she wanted to have.

Luckily, the universe decided to answer her pleas. At around 1:00, after she had finished up a late shower, her phone buzzed with a text from her beloved.

H: Hi, baby! The only thing we have left on the agenda today is touching up a couple of the album tracks, so I should be home a bit earlier :D If you’d like, I can pick up some dinner on the way home.

She couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across her face. For the first time in ages, the two of them could finally have some time together! Maybe she could do something nice for him! He had been working so hard lately, he deserved it. And honestly, she did, too. An idea popped into her head, and she threw open the bathroom closet, taking a look through her bath supplies. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out a citrus bath bomb, knowing that Harry enjoyed the calming scent of orange and lemon. A nice bath would not only help Harry destress, but it would also be the perfect cure to the loneliness that was settling in her heart. She quickly texted Harry a reply as she set the bath bomb aside.

Y/n: Sorry about the wait, babe, was just taking a shower. Forgot to this morning lol

He answered pretty much right away, making her smile.

H: It’s okay, baby! No need for apologies :)

Y/n: Okay! I’m excited to actually get to spend some time with you! I could really go for curry, if you’re up for Indian takeout.

H: Curry sounds good to me! I’ll probably be home between 6 or 7! I have to go now, but I can’t wait to see you :) I love you so much!!!!

Y/n: Can’t wait to see you, either, Har!!! I love you, too 💕💕

“Baby, ‘m home!”

Y/n looked at the clock. It was 7:30, a bit later than what Harry had said through text, but still much earlier than usual. She leapt up from the couch and sprinted to the front door, tackling Harry in a hug. He laughed loudly and wound his free arm around her waist, not fully able to hug her back because of the takeout bag in his arms.

“Let me put the food down so I can give y’ a proper hug.”

She let go with a small pout on her face, which Harry promptly kissed off while setting the bag down. He then wrapped her in a tight, two-armed embrace. She melted at the contact, resting her head on his chest and hugging him back just as tightly. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then rested his head on top of hers.

“Miss you, Har,” she said, her speech slightly muffled from talking into his t-shirt.

She could feel him frown against her hair, “I miss y’ too, Y/n. The album should be done by the end of the month, and then ‘m all yours until tour starts.”

“Good. I was gonna break into the studio and steal you back myself if you weren’t done soon.”

He chuckled, “I don’ think Jeff would like that very much.”

“Fuck Jeff! I need you back here,” she scoffed.

“I certainly hope y’ don’ want t’ fuck Jeff.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re annoying.”

He grinned cheekily, “But yet y’ still here.”

“Lord only knows why,” Y/n grumbled, though there was a smile on her face.

They pulled away reluctantly, both realizing how hungry they were. The two chowed down on chicken curry and naan while chatting about their day. Y/n spent most of her day off watching The Great British Bake-Off and snuggling with Daiquiri, their black lab. Harry had been putting the finishing touches on three of the album songs (“I can’ wait to play them f’ y’, baby”), and ranted about the traffic coming home (“I would’ve gotten home 45 minutes earlier, but the freeway was ridiculously clogged up!”). It was domestic in a way that Y/n never thought she would have, and she loved every second of it.

When everything from dinner was cleaned up, Y/n figured now was as good a time as any to reveal her plans for the rest of their evening.

“Hey, Har,” she paused, then continued when she heard his hum of acknowledgment, “would you want to take a bath with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Is this a ploy t’ get me naked?”

“No,” Y/n said bashfully, “I just thought it would be nice to take a bath together. I found a citrus bath bomb at the back of the closet, and I thought it would be relaxing for us.”

Harry’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at her, “That sounds perfect, love. Y’ too sweet.”

The two made their way to the bathroom, hand in hand. Y/n plucked the bath bomb from the closet and laid it in the tub, turning on the warm water. The water became a pastel shade of yellow, reflecting the lemony scent of the bath bomb. As she was checking the temperature, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, and a kiss was pressed to her cheek. The heat radiating off of his body led her to believe that Harry had already rid himself of his clothes. When she turned around, her suspicions were confirmed.

“You work fast,” she commented, making a humming sound when the temperature was to her satisfaction.

“A bit,” he confirmed, leaning over to turn off the nozzle “just wanna take a bath with y’, love. Speaking of, let’s get those pesky clothes off of y’, shall we?”

Y/n nodded and Harry reached forward, almost reverently lifting her (his) sweatshirt over her head. She shimmied out of her leggings and removed her undergarments. She stepped into the bath first, gesturing for him to follow. He obeyed, and sat between her legs, resting his head on her shoulder. The two sat in silence for a while, basking in each other’s company. Y/n couldn’t remember a time where she had felt this at peace. But she also knew that Harry had forgotten to shower that morning since he was nearly late to the studio, so she reached over and grabbed some soap and a washcloth. She looked down at him and giggled softly when she realized he was almost asleep

“Wake up, baby,” she crooned, “let me wash you.”

“‘M awake,” he muttered, “promise.”

“Sure you are, that’s why your eyes are closed,” Y/n teased.

He only hummed in response, making her giggle again. She kissed his forehead and began washing him gently. The soft circles she was rubbing into his skin with the washcloth were soothing, and a sleepy smile made its way onto his face.

“‘Y always take such good care of me. Dunno how I got s’ lucky.”

Y/n felt her face grow warm as she reached for the shampoo, “I think I’m the lucky one. You always take care of me, too.”

She began rubbing the shampoo into his silky locks. Breathy gasps fell from his lips as she tugged lightly as his hair, working the shampoo into his curls.

“Feels s’ good,” he murmured.

“Glad you’re feeling good, Har,” Y/n replied in a hushed tone.

She rinsed his hair and repeated the process with the conditioner. By the time she had finished, Harry had fully fallen asleep on her shoulder. She cooed softly at how adorable he looked. He was like an angel; his long lashes were speckled with little water drops, his wet hair stuck to his forehead in an oddly endearing way, and a small smile was spread across his lips. He looked so relaxed in a way that Y/n hadn’t seen in a while. The bath helped her feel more at ease too; the monotonous motions of washing Harry made the stress from her job melt away, and the loneliness that had plagued her earlier in the day was washed away by the warm water. But she knew she had to wake Harry. She wasn’t quite strong enough to carry all six feet of him back to their bedroom.

Y/n gently jostled his shoulder and whispered, “Harry. Need you to wake up, baby.”

He groaned softly, making her giggle softly once more. His eyes slowly blinked open to reveal his jade irises, and he stumbled his way out of the tub, making her laugh a little harder as she followed. Y/n got out two towels and dried them both off, knowing that Harry was much too tired to do it on his own. She took his hand and walked toward their bedroom.

When they reached the bedroom, Y/n guided Harry to sit on the bed while she picked out sweats for both of them to wear to sleep (she knew that Harry had a particular fondness for when she wore his clothes to bed, so she got out his clothes for both of them). Harry pliantly moved his limbs as she clothed him, and watched her with moony eyes as she pulled on her own sleepwear.

“Look s’ pretty in m’ clothes, love,” he complimented, relishing in the shy smile that appeared on her face.

“Thank you, Har. Let’s get you to bed, okay?” she replied.

Y/n turned off the light and joined Harry on the bed. He was already lying on his side, so she wound her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. Usually, he was the big spoon, but with the whole mood they had set all night, it just felt right for her to be the one cuddling him. Y/n barely heard Harry mumble a “g’night. Love you,” before his breathing evened out. She smiled and closed her eyes, reflecting on the day. Just spending one evening with her boyfriend made her feel right as rain, and the loneliness that had once threatened to overtake her was totally gone. Though she had been taking care of him that night, he was also taking care of her. And sure, they were both going back to work tomorrow, but in two weeks, Harry would be done with the album and would be all hers. When sleep finally overtook her, all she had were the most pleasant of dreams.

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kireimarkeu · 3 years

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For Us; j.jh

+another repost! i just read this and not sure why i even posted it, this was so terribly done lol

summary; jaehyun, you and your first born on a reality tv show

2.8k words lol

this is literally… so so… terrible. you guys shouldn’t read this because i literally put 0 effort in this ;; also this is female reader, i don’t know how to make this gender neutral…

if i see anyone liking this i will get so mad because this is absolutely trash i will delete this in 3 years >:(

+episode 1

The show started with a toddler playing on the bed, obvious that his parents were on each side of him.

Oh? Do we have a new member?

The baby suddenly turns to poke his father’s cheeks. His father grumbles in response, pushing the small hands away from his face lightly.

“Daddy,” the toddler mumbles, “wakey wakey,”

Oh? This baby can speak English?

His father let out a low grumble. His face was blurred from editing.

The toddler pinches his father’s cheeks as he let out a giggle.

“Daddy, you look funny,”

What? He can speak Korean too? I wonder who their parents are.

The toddler then leans down to press kisses all over his father’s face, his father cracks a grin.

“Hello, I am NCT127’s Jaehyun,” Jaehyun bow to the camera with a smile.

“Hello, I am Y/N, wife of Jaehyun and mother of Jung Seungwoo,” you greet.

“How long have the both of you been married for?”

“We’ve been married for almost 4 years,” replies Jaehyun.

“How old is Jung Seungwoo?”

“He’s turning 2 years this year,”

“How many kids do the both of you want?”

You look at Jaehyun, who was already staring at you. The both of you let out a laugh.

“I actually want 2 kids,” you say, “but before we got married, Jaehyun said he wants 5!”

“I was joking!” he exclaims, “but now it’s up to y/n, it’s her body and I’ll respect her,”

Jaehyun’s eyes flutter open, his dimples showing as he grins at his first born. He automatically puckers his lips, waiting for his kiss. Seungwoo didn’t hesitate to press his lips against Jaehyun’s.

“Good morning,” Jaehyun mumbles, shutting his eyes.

His son whines, tugging on his father’s huge hands, “I’m hungry,”

Without hesitation, Jaehyun stood up, carrying the toddler in his arms.

Woah! Their house is so big and clean! As expected from an idol!

Jaehyun places his child on the baby chair, leaning against the counter, facing him, “What do you want to eat, Seungwoo-ya?”

“Strawberries!” Seungwoo says cheerfully, slamming his tiny hands on the table.

His father hums and takes out the box of strawberries. He washes the strawberries thoroughly before cutting it into edible pieces and filling them in a bowl.

“Here you go,”

Jaehyun places the bowl of fruits on the table. His son reached out to take the fruits in his hands but was stopped by his father’s voice.

“Jung Seungwoo,” Jaehyun glares at his child.

“Why were you being mean to him?”

Jaehyun laughs, “was that mean? The both of us have been trying to teach him dining etiquette,”

“He’s almost 2 and still isn’t very good at using utensils, so we have been a little stricter with him,” you explain further.

“Thank you for the food,” Seungwoo says as he clumsily pokes the strawberries with the plastic fork his dad has given him.

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Jaehyun had spent the whole day spending with his child alone. He had cook, played, change diapers for Seungwoo all alone. Because of the show, you had to leave for a day.

After putting Seungwoo to sleep, he stepped out to the living room in the dark. He pulled out his phone, dialling your number that he had memorized.

“Baby,” he whispers when he hears you pick up.

“Jaehyun, how was it?” you ask him.

He lets out a sigh, “exhausting,”

You laugh at his response, “did he behave the whole day?”

He hums, “yeah, we went to the market earlier then to the playground since he wanted to play,” he explains.

You hum in response. You didn’t really know what to say since you know the cameras are still filming your husband.

Jaehyun lets out another sigh.

“You okay?” you ask. You could sense that Jaehyun wasn’t only tired, but he was also down.

Jaehyun finally lets out a choked sob, he tried to quieten his sob, knowing his son is asleep in his room.

Is he crying? Why is he crying?

“Jae? Why are you crying, baby?”

It took him a while to find the right words, “I didn’t know it took this much effort to take care of a child,” he whispers, “I’ve never properly taken care of my own child, I feel like a bad father,”

“Don’t say that,” you frown, “you’re a good father, Jaehyun. Seungwoo loves you.”

“I’m sorry for not helping you earlier,” Jaehyun whispers, his voice breaking, “I’m going to help you more now,”

You smile at his words, “It’s okay, Jaehyun. Don’t think too much about it, okay?”

Jaehyun lets out a shaky sigh, tilting his head up to wipe the stray tears, “okay,”

“Now go to bed, baby. Seungwoo doesn’t like sleeping alone,”

Right when you finished your sentence, Seungwoo started crying in his room. Jaehyun rushes to his son, stroking his hair.

“Daddy is here,” Jaehyun whispers, lulling Seungwoo to sleep.

“You’re a good dad, Jaehyun,” you continue, “go to sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning,”

“Okay, I love you,”

“I love you too, Jung”

+episode 3

Seungwoo was in the middle of the both of you, his left hand was wrapped around Jaehyun’s as the other was wrapped around yours. He would occasionally pull himself up, so he felt like he was flying.

“Seungwoo, what do you want to eat today?” you ask him, looking down at the playful boy.

“I want to eat something spicy!” he giggles.

You gasp, “spicy? Will you be able to take it?”

He nods, “I want something super spicy!”

“If that’s what you want,” shrugs Jaehyun, “we’ll get you the spiciest food,”

Oh? Are they being serious? Are they going to feed Seungwoo really spicy food?

The scene changed to Seungwoo sitting with a small portion of Jajjangmyeon in front of him.

“I’ll eat this well!” cheers Seungwoo as he picks up his chopsticks to eat.

The emcees laugh at the scene.

“can he actually take spicy food?”

“Nope!” you reply, “he’s tried cup noodles but complained but it was too spicy,”

“He thinks Jajjangmyeon is spicy.”

+episode 7

“Seungwoo,” calls Jaehyun, walking out of his room, “go get ready,”

To everyone’s astonishment, Seungwoo continues playing with his toys, ignoring his father’s words.

“Seungwoo,” Jaehyun repeats. When his son continues ignoring him, he lets out a tired sigh, walking to you.

Oh, what’s wrong with Seungwoo?

You suddenly came out of your room, walking over to your son, “Seungwoo, go get ready, we’ll be leaving soon.”

Seungwoo stops playing with his toys, looking up at you, “okay.”

Is he mad at his dad?

15 minutes ago…

“Daddy I want to eat chocolate,” whines Seungwoo, tugging on his father’s leg.

His father shakes his head, “you’ve eaten enough, no more chocolates, Seungwoo.”

Seungwoo let out another string of whines, pulling his father’s pants, “but mommy says I can eat some!”

“No,” Jaehyun says sternly, “you’ve eaten enough, Seungwoo.

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Seungwoo was on your left, his hand holding onto yours. On your right was your husband, who was also holding your hand.

Your son has been throwing tantrums at his father ever since at home because Jaehyun wouldn’t let him eat chocolates.

Seungwoo notices how Jaehyun was holding on your hand. Letting go of your fingers, he walks over and pulls your hand from your husband’s and holds your now free hand.

He’s so cute!

You let out a soft laugh, looking over at Jaehyun who was shocked by Seungwoo actions. His son turns around to stick his tongue out at his father.

Your husband walks on the other side of you, secretly reaching out for your empty hand.

“Seungwoo, do you like mommy more or daddy more?”

“Mommy!” the toddler replies without hesitation, showing his grin.

“Why do you like mommy more?”

Seungwoo looks around, making sure his parents wasn’t in sight, “because mommy lets me eat chocolate!”

“Mommy, carry me,” Seungwoo whines when he saw his father standing next to you. He lifted his limbs, waiting for you to carry him.

“You’re a big boy, Seungwoo, you don’t need mommy to carry you,” replies Jaehyun.

You hit his arm, letting out a laugh. You carried your son, placing him on your hips as the two of you walk happily.

“Mommy you love me more, right?” Seungwoo asks, his hands on your cheeks.

“Hm? I love both you and daddy the same,” you answer.

He shakes his head, “No, daddy is a meanie, you love me more right?”

Jaehyun scoffs at Seungwoo, “mommy loves me more,”

You chuckle, “I love the both of you the same, stop arguing.”

Seungwoo suddenly pulls your face closer to his face as he pecked your lips, quickly pulling away.

“Do you love me more, now?”

“I can do that too,”

Before you could even reply, Jaehyun used his pointer finger so you were facing him. Your husband left a sweet yet longing kiss on your lips, pulling away with a cheeky grin as your son let out a grumble.

+episode 11

“Can we invite Naeun over?” Seungwoo asks, tugging on your hand.

You hum. Naeun was one of Seungwoo best friends, and one of your husband’s close friends too. They practically grew up together.

“Babe,” you turn to your husband who was watching the news, “is Taeyong free? Seungwoo wants to see Naeun.”

“I’ll text him,” your husband replies, fishing out his phone to text his friend.

Seungwoo crawls into his father’s lap, watching his dad type a message to Taeyong. When he saw his father finish typing, he looks at Jaehyun with a cheeky smile.

“Can I play games on your phone?”

Before Jaehyun can even reply, Seungwoo already snatched his phone from his grip, crawling out of his father’s lap to play games on the phone.

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About an hour later, you hear the doorbell ring. Seungwoo quickly ran to the door, waiting for his parents to open the door.

“Naeun-ie!” cheers Seungwoo as he hugs his friend, pulling the little girl in his room, playing around.

“Hi Hyung, sorry I had to call you so last minute,” Jaehyun apologizes, hugging his friend.

After most of the members getting married, most of them have decided to focus on their private life.

“It’s okay, Naeun was missing Seungwoo, anyway,” replies Taeyong. He suddenly hands you a bag of fruits, “I remember you telling me that Seungwoo really loves strawberries, so I bought some on the way,”

That is so nice of Taeyong!

“You didn’t have to! Thank you, Taeyong,”

You place the bags of strawberries on the counter.

“Where’s your wife?” asks Jaehyun, noticing that his friend came alone.

“She’s busy with work, she couldn’t follow me,” explains Taeyong.

+Episode 18

The scene started with Seungwoo attempting to crack an egg, putting it in the bowl. Luckily, the attempt was successful, although there were some eggshells in it but Jaehyun managed to take those out.

“What were you guys doing?”

“It’s Mother’s Day today and we decided to surprise y/n,” says Jaehyun with a smile. “I told y/n to go out with her friends today so I can prepare the surprise.”

Jaehyun planned to bake a cake for you. He originally wanted to make a romantic dinner for you, but you had told him you would be getting dinner with your friends, so he decided against that.

Seungwoo climbs down from the chair to go to a camera, whispering, “Daddy is a really good cook!”

“Daddy,” Seungwoo calls out, his father hums without turning around, “can I give the uncles yoghurt drinks?”

“Go ahead, Seungwoo,”

The uncles might’ve been there for a long time, that’s why he’s offering them drinks. He’s such a sweet boy!

It took the boys a total of 3 hours to finish preparing the cake.

Jaehyun heave a sigh, wiping the sweat on his upper lips with his sleeves. Jaehyun had frosting on his cheeks and forehead.

“Daddy, you have frosting on your face,” Seungwoo giggles, pointing at his father.

Jaehyun cracked a smile, even though he didn’t bother wiping the excess frosting. “How is it, Seungwoo?”

Seungwoo turns to face the cake.

The cake is huge! It had 3 layers and it was covered in white and baby pink frosting (your favourite colour). He had also bought some edible flowers, sticking them on the sides of the cake.

Jaehyun put so much effort and thought into this!

“We have 2 more hours until mommy comes home,” says Jaehyun, looking at the clock, “we’ll take a shower then will you help me with the flowers, Seungwoo?”

His son nods excitedly, “yes!”

After the both of them have taken a shower, Jaehyun brings out 5 packets of flower petals.

Jaehyun bends down to face Seungwoo. His son reaches out for the bag of flowers, but Jaehyun snatches it before he could grab it.

“We are going to put the flowers and lead them all the way to the living room, okay? Can you do that?”

Seungwoo nods and Jaehyun passes him one bag of flower petals. The both of them start arranging the flower petals, making sure it was perfect. When they reach the living room, Jaehyun had arrange the flower petals to make a heart in the middle.

“When mommy comes, you’ll stand in the middle of the heart, okay?” Jaehyun instructs.

Jaehyun receives a text from you saying you were on the way home. Panic fills Jaehyun, reaching out for Seungwoo, carrying him to the middle of the heart. He hands Seungwoo a bouquet of flower.

“When mommy comes in, just stay still until mommy comes to you okay?” Jaehyun says quickly, adjusting his son’s hair.

“Daddy you’re sweating,” mumbles Seungwoo.

“I know! I’m nervous!” his father lets out a nervous sigh. Jaehyun stands up, “I’m going to hide in the room, so wait until Mommy comes over, okay?”

“Okay!”

“And make sure you scream ‘happy mother’s day’ to mommy later!” reminds Jaehyun.

15 minutes later, Seungwoo hears the door unlock and stands up, waiting for his mother to walk in.

When you saw the flower petals on the floor you were confused.

“What is this?” you mumble, loud enough for the camera to capture. You walk further in, following the petals. You gasp when you saw Seungwoo standing in the middle of a flower petal heart.

“Seungwoo-ah, what is this? Where’s daddy?” you ask, going over to your son.

“Happy mother’s day!” yells Seungwoo, running over to you. You immediately carry him In your arms, pressing kisses on his face.

You feel arms snake around your waist. You turn around slightly to see Jaehyun smiling next to you.

“Did you do all this?” you ask him.

“Who else?” he murmurs.

“I helped too!” Seungwoo interrupts, raising both his arms.

“You did a great job, baby,” you coo, pressing more kisses on your son’s face.

Jaehyun pouts at your words, unhappy that you didn’t give him a kiss. You put Seungwoo down, who immediately pulls you to the kitchen to show you the cake.

“You made this too?!” you gasp, “this is crazy, Jaehyun!”

“And yet you haven’t given me a kiss,” your husband sulk from behind.

You laugh, turning around and placing your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. You lean in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

Aww!!!

“Ewww,” Seungwoo groans, letting go of your hand.

You giggle at your son’s reaction, pulling away from Jaehyun.

The 3 of you sat on the floor of the living room while Seungwoo plays with his toys.

“Did you purposely kick me out of the house to do this?” you ask your husband, turning to face him with a smirk.

Jaehyun had one arm wrapped around your shoulder while the both of you lean against the couch.

Your husband groans, tilting his head back, “you can’t say it that way!”

You chuckle, resting your head on his shoulder, “I loved it, how long did it take you?”

“5 hours,”

“Really?” you pull away to stare at your husband, “you deserve a kiss then,”

Your husband immediately perks up at the idea and puckers his lips, waiting for yours. You lean in to press another sweet kiss on his pretty pink lips.

The both of you were interrupted with Seungwoo placing his fingers in between your lips.

He really hates it when his father kisses his mother!

“Should we play a game?” Jaehyun asks.

“What game?” you nod at him.

“We let Seungwoo pick who he likes more,”

You scoff at your husbands words, “why? Do you think he would run to you?”

“Of course!”

Seungwoo was standing a few metres away from his parents.

“Seungwoo, you have to run whoever is your favourite, okay?”

The toddler nods.

I wonder who he would go to, since he had spent the whole day with his dad.

As expected by you, Seungwoo came crashing on your arms. You laugh in victory.

After spending the whole day with your dad do you like daddy more or mommy more?

Seungwoo leans closer, whispering, “I like daddy and mommy the same,”

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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Fragments - happy birthday Anitah!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: past Liam x MC (Charlotte Brooks)

Song inspiration: If The World Was Ending by JP Sax & Julie Michaels

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Charlotte Brooks and Sonia who belong to @ao719.

Summary: Anitah did a one shot called Walked Through Hell where we follow Liam for a year after he and Charlotte say goodbye. I thought I’d write one that follows Charlotte.

-> this is part of the Full Disclosure series. There are some excerpts that are meant as flashbacks and dreams from @ao719‘s mini series FD: The Beginning that will be italicized and indented. I did not write these excerpts.

A/N: Anitah. You live in the future and I am sleepy so I’m posting your bday fic right now because I couldn’t waaaaaait. I don’t want to write a huge blubbery mess of a paragraph about how I love you lot and I appreciate your friendship. That kind of paragraph would be embarrassing for me LOL just kidding, but I do love and appreciate you. The highlight of my day is getting a TikTok video from you or a picture with something hilarious on it or something that I will probably swoon over. Venting with you about ER nurses making me cringe with the shit they do LOL Sending songs back and forth and lyrics about certain stories of yours that I am obsessed with - it’s just the best. Thank you for being you and I hope you have a great day and many more years to come!

A/N2: Also, yes, I wrote Charlotte and I apologize in advance since it’s not even close to as great as how you write her LOL

It took a village because I am a hot ass mess. @dcbbw @burnsoslow @ofpixelsandscribbles @cocomaxley thank you for always being in my corner and helping an annoying me with this fic. Love you!

Warnings: angst; the weird things Charlotte Brooks tends to say, do, or attempt; adult language; vulgar and or sexual insinuations

Words: 4789 -> well it’s safe to say I got carried away 😫

I know, you know, we know, You weren't down for forever

And it's fine

I know, you know, we know, We weren't meant for each other

And it's fine

1 month

Charlotte Brooks was a damn mess. She felt as if her life had fallen apart and the fragments were floating around her, just out of her reach. She chose to stay in New York after saying goodbye to Liam. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do, and every day she wondered if she made the right decision. Charlotte was heartbroken, but not in the way she had been after the coronation ball. With the King Father refusing to come forward to clear her name, coupled with being unable to find Tariq, Charlotte felt as if she had no choice but to leave Cordonia. Watching Liam marry Madeleine was out of the question and she refused to do it, no matter how much she loved him.

“But I think it’s clear now that you were only mine to love … never mine to keep. And as much as it’s going to break me … I have to walk away … I have to let you go, Liam …”

Her words haunted her on repeat the first couple of weeks. Her freezer was stuffed to the brim with Chunky Monkey ice cream and her kitchen was full of cookies, brownies, and cake. She missed him. Her heart ached every single day, and everything about New York reminded her of him. Charlotte would see him whenever she would walk around her neighborhood to clear her head. When she went back to the bar she used to work at to get her job back, she saw Liam, Drake, Max, and Tariq in the booth, laughing and joking with each other. It was like a flashback that Charlotte had no control over. When she enrolled for the last few credits needed at Fordham for her journalism degree, she thought she saw Liam outside the registrar’s office, hands in his pockets, grinning proudly at her.

This is fucking crazy. I’m going crazy. Charlotte rubbed her hand over her eyes and the image of Liam disappeared. She let out a breath and fought the urge she had every day for the last 30 days to call him. After getting a quick lunch, she found herself walking, and only tripping twice without falling, but to where she had no idea.

Moments later, her eyes widened as she realized where her legs and brain took her. It was the pier overlooking the Hudson, where she waited with Liam all that time ago for a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. Charlotte walked toward the railing and gripped it with both hands, her knuckles turning white. The haze from the cloudy day in New York sat grimly over the water as she watched the waves hit the pier over and over.

Liam finally looked down at Charlotte with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Charlotte. I can’t tell you how much it means that you would go out of your way to make this a reality for me.”

Charlotte gasped and blinked rapidly as the flashback hit her. She remembered how she wanted to kiss him that night so she stepped back and almost fell over, like a clumsy idiot. But that kiss though … When he kissed her, everything felt so right.

Stop. She chastised herself for thinking about kissing Liam Rys. Why did she even come to see Lady Liberty anyway? Charlotte realized that she had tears running down her cheeks and she swiped them away with a growl.

2 months

This is a new low, Charlotte thought to herself as she sat on her couch in her living room, surrounded by all kinds of chocolates, sweets, and candies. In her lap, she had a large container of Chunky Monkey, on the TV, If Only played on Netflix, and in her depressed state all she did was cry.

I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn't allow myself to truly feel it until today. I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear ... Today, because of you ... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed ... and I've learned that if you do that, then you're living your life fully ... it doesn't matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all ... So thank you for being the person who taught me to love ... and to be loved.

“He loves you, Samantha,” she wailed as she shoved more ice cream in her mouth. “He has loved you since he met you.”

Charlotte’s eyes fluttered shut and a still shot of Liam smiling down at her, his hand outstretched to show her the garden maze flashed through her brain. She dropped her spoon on the floor, causing her to jump. Her eyes flew open. “Oh fudgesicle, that was a waste.”

3 months

Charlotte kept busy with school and work and didn’t dare go to Liberty Island nor the pier on the Hudson again; it hurt too much. She was still getting flashbacks though, and the last one was of Liam teaching her to ice skate in Lythikos -- sort of -- she still fell on her face. Charlotte remembered Liam’s laugh and it made her giggle and cry at the same time just thinking about it.

She had begun to intern at the Herald and was hoping to use that experience to apply for the New York Times. Charlotte had met someone that already worked there named Sonia while getting her morning latte at Coffee Brew House. Sonia bought her another cup of coffee because Charlotte had gotten her heel stuck in one of the cracks on the tile floor and spilled hers in her hair.

Charlotte changed her phone number but still kept Max, Drake, and Olivia’s contact information; she didn’t have the heart to delete them. When she wasn’t studying or working, Charlotte watched If Only and wept, sometimes throwing things at her TV or both.

Her phone rang on the couch cushion next to her and she saw Daniel’s face on the screen. “Talk to me.”

“Hey, are you sitting there watching that dumb movie again?”

“You betcha,” she sniffled and shoved a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth.

“I’m coming over.”

“No, I’m-” Charlotte heard the line go dead and rolled her eyes.

About 15 minutes later, Charlotte heard a key rattle around in the lock and the door flew open. “Your best friend is here!” Daniel walked inside, arms in the air, wearing an orange velour tracksuit.

“You are not my-” Charlotte began to snort. “Oh my God, what the fuck is that?”

“Laugh it up,” Daniel motioned for more. “I did this to cheer you up. You’ve been a hot mess since-”

“Don’t!” Charlotte shook her head vehemently. “We no longer speak of that.”

“Fine.” Daniel shook his head, knowing Charlotte would want to talk about it later on after several more spoonfuls of ice cream. He slumped onto the couch next to his friend and picked up the remote control off the couch cushion. He looked over when he heard more snorting. “What now?”

Charlotte couldn’t contain her giggles. “You look … like a … homeless pencil!” She threw her head back in loud laughter.

4 months

Charlotte was angry. It was one of the steps of grief, right? Depression came first, now it’s anger. Okay, but to be fair, she’s either sad, angry, or laughing like a lunatic. She was at her computer, typing away, alternately eating her ice cream and looking over what she had written.

A nobility social season refers to the traditional annual period when it is customary for members of a social elite society to hold balls, dinner parties, and charity events. The social season has always played a role in the political life of the countries that host such events. But the season also provides an opportunity for once of age women to be formally introduced and presented before the men of nobility. Take, as an example, the small country of Cordonia that lies in the Mediterranean.

I was fortunate enough to be asked to travel to Cordonia to compete for a Prince’s hand during his social season.

Or so I thought …

The cursor blinked at her, waiting for her to put in the next paragraph or so. No. Charlotte moved to delete the whole thing entirely. Her finger froze over the delete button and she stared at her words with narrowed eyes, then she shrugged and continued to type. This will never see the light of day anyway.

5 months

Daniel, Charlotte, and Sonia were sitting in a booth at the small hole-in-the-wall bar that the two used to work at months earlier.

“So,” Sonia took a sip of her drink. “You met him here.”

Charlotte nodded and took a large gulp of her wine.

“She lost our bet and met four hot guys,” Daniel scowled as he tipped his head back and finished his beer.

“They were hot,” Charlotte smirked and thought back to how she ran into Liam and fell mere seconds after meeting him.

“What’s he like?” Sonia studied her friend’s face, wondering if she should have asked that.

The first time Liam brought her to the hedge maze on Charlotte’s first night in Cordonia flashed through her mind.

He’s got really big hands. You know what they say about guys with big hands …

Charlotte took another sip of wine. “His hands were so big and warm,” she said dreamily. “I wanted to fall asleep in them like Thumbelina.” Daniel and Sonia threw their heads back in laughter as Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Big hands means big … feet,” Daniel snorted as his laughter got louder.

“And socks,” Sonia added through another bout of giggles. “Also penises.”

Charlotte’s hands were over her face in embarrassment. “I got drunk that first night … when I … said goodbye.”

“Don’t blame you, babe,” Sonia gave her a small smile.

“I wrote out these texts to him all night but thank God I had enough sense to not send them,” she dug out her phone from her purse and handed it to Daniel.

“You?” Daniel’s brow arched. “Enough sense? Doesn’t sound like Charlotte Brooks.”

She flipped him off.

Daniel scrolled through Charlotte’s texts, Sonia looking over his shoulder. “You wrote to Liam and said, ‘I miss the way your hand smells?’”

Sonia snorted.

“Did you just write a whole Jewel song here?” Daniel’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Oh!” Sonia exclaimed. “Is it You Were Meant For Me?”

Charlotte was starting to think this was a mistake.

Daniel’s brows furrowed. “You wanna buy a goat with him?”

Charlotte snatched her phone away from him in a huff and deposited it back in her purse. “Some friends you guys are,” she mumbled.

6 months

Sonia and Charlotte walked down the sidewalk to meet Daniel for a drink.

“Look!” Charlotte pointed down an alleyway where two bums seemed to be fighting over a bag of food.

“Let’s go, Char!” Sonia pulled her friend’s hand quickly past the tussle. “We don’t want them thinking we have food or money for them.”

Charlotte had stopped walking and her eyes rolled back and before shutting.

Charlotte yelped as they slammed into the dresser before hitting the wall. She watched as Drake shoved Tariq away from him and his fist came across his jaw, knocking him to the ground once again. “I believe she told you to leave!” Drake barked.

“Look, this is clearly just a misunderstanding on your part, Drake,” Tariq said, rising to his feet as he rubbed his jaw.

“There’s nothing about me telling you to leave and using the word no that you should misunderstand, you fucking creep!”

“Charlotte!”

She opened her eyes with a gasp, her hand on her chest as she heaved for air, her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t even thought about the reason she and Liam didn’t end up engaged after all this time; Charlotte purposely pushed the memory down so that she would forget. If Drake didn’t come to my rescue, her breath hitched. She kind of missed talking to Drake, their banter, their back and forth shit-talking, their friendship was one of a kind. He was like her annoying big brother that protected her even when Liam wasn’t around, even though she always ended up physically hurting him one way or another. She supposed that was friendship, right?

“Charlotte! Are you having a stroke?”

“Oh,” she blinked and Sonia’s concerned face came into focus. “I’m just … a crazy person. I’m fine,” Charlotte smiled. “Let’s go before Daniel throws a fit we’re late.”

7 months

Standing in a line at a coffee shop, waiting to put in her order, Charlotte was pulled into a conversation by the man behind her. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes; she didn’t even reach his shoulders with heels. Charlotte’s mind flashed and she saw Liam for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

“I’m Carson, and you are?” His hand went out towards her.

She accepted the handshake but found herself disappointed. He doesn’t have an accent. Charlotte made brief small talk until it was her turn to order. She quickly paid and then speed-walked -- don’t fall, don’t trip, don’t embarrass yourself -- over to Sonia at the other side of the counter. The owner of the shop removed all the rugs from the floors and had a sign up that read ‘Number of days fall free for CB’. It was Sonia’s idea. Charlotte glared up at the sign. That bitch had to put my business out there. Her record was three days.

“Hey,” Sonia nudged Charlotte with her elbow. “I thought you were hitting it off with that guy.”

Charlotte gave her a look. “Why would you think that?”

“He was giving you googly eyes!”

“No, he wasn’t, and … he’s not my type,” Charlotte looked around and hoped he didn't stand next to her to wait for his order.

“Not your type?” Sonia arched her brow. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, really tall … he checks the boxes, Char.”

He’s not Liam. That's a big box to check. “I, um … hedidnthaveanaccent.”

Sonia leaned closer, pretty sure she just heard what she heard. “I’m sorry, what?”

Charlotte let out a breath then whispered, “He didn’t have an accent.”

Sonia threw her head back in laughter.

“Will. You. Shut. Up.” Charlotte hissed and pinched her friend’s arm.

“I’m sorry, but he does have an accent.”

Charlotte gave her side-eye.

“It’s just a New York accent,” she smirked. “Nobody here is going to sound like Liam.”

Charlotte sighed. “I don’t expect everyone here to sound like Liam.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“Well, I don’t.”

8 months

Daniel wouldn’t take her “sorry excuses” and set her up with some guy from his gym. Since when did Dan go to the gym? She thought as she narrowed her eyes at the hotdog cart she was instructed to stand next to. The fire from the grill on it reminded her about the time she set the hot tub on fire in Lythikos. Her cheeks reddened at the memory, because moments before, Liam’s hand was … never mind. Charlotte shook her head to try to erase the thoughts. With a huff, she fixed a bored expression on her face and waited … and waited. After ten minutes, Charlotte looked at her watch and sighed. I am going to squeeze Daniel’s trachea.

A blonde man jogged over and right up to Charlotte. Her neck tilted to the side at him and she couldn’t stop her bewildered expression. He wore basketball shorts that were … very short and a black mesh gym tank top and smiled brightly. “Hi! Are you Charlotte? I’m Brock!” Of all the douchebag names …

“Yes, I’m Charlotte, nice to meet you,” she plastered a fake smile and took note that this guy was a good three inches shorter than her, and she had flats on. What the damn hell happens when I wear heels? I am going to be the Jolly Green Giant, she scowled as Brock continued to talk about himself. Jolly Green Giant … giant … Liam. Her eyes widened at her thoughts. She blinked once and tried to push thoughts of Liam out of her mind. Charlotte focused on this shorty in front of her, talking on and on about his investment in a small gym down the street. “He’s like, stopped blinking. He’s just got this crazy energy. Is that normal? Is this what people on drugs look like?”

Brock had stopped talking.

Charlotte’s hand clamped over her mouth. “Oh! Oh noooo, I uh … any chance you didn’t hear that?”

“Everyone always asks if I’m on drugs!” Brock yelled as he threw his hands up in the air and walked away.

“Sorry!” She called out after him. When he kept on walking, she shrugged and got in line for a hotdog.

9 months

Charlotte needed a breather. She walked up to her apartment from the cab and sighed at her feet aching in her heels. She knew Sonia and Daniel meant well, but the guys they were trying to introduce her to every time they were out were not the business. One wore a patch over his eye because he loved pirates, another had a change-maker attached to his belt and was showing it off to everyone in the bar, another man looked like the actor Armie Hammer and Charlotte thought she was going to faint. When she found out it wasn't Armie, she lost interest, then proceeded to trip and landed face-first into his crotch.

Charlotte knew that a sane person would move on, would try to start dating as a normal woman would, but she didn’t want to move on. She didn’t want to start dating. She wanted Liam and she wondered if he thought about her sometimes. She was so lost in her thoughts as she walked into her place that she didn’t realize the shower was running in her bathroom. Charlotte kicked off her heels, padded into her bedroom, and narrowed her eyes.

“What the actual fuck?” Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, someone is here to rape me!” She quickly snatched her lamp off the bedside table and unplugged it, holding it up like a weapon. The door to the bathroom opened, the steam blinding her for a moment and she screeched, “Die!”

“Ahh!” Daniel screamed, naked as a blue jay. “Charlotte!! I told you I was going to shower here!”

She dropped the lamp onto the floor and quickly covered her eyes like the sight of him blinded her. “Where are your clothes, Dan?! What kind of person waltzes out of someone else’s bathroom naked?!” Charlotte stormed out of her room, or tried to, and ran right into a bedroom wall. “Ow.”

“Are you-” Daniel was at her side immediately.

“No!” Charlotte waved her arms in the air like she was going to karate chop her friend. “No touchie while nakie!” Daniel stifled a laugh as she stood carefully, eyes still shut tightly, and felt her way out of the room. “Fucking get a towel!”

Sonia walked into the apartment. “What’s with all the yelling?”

Charlotte flung her arm out towards her bedroom. “Daniel decided to shower and then walk out into the room naked! I saw his peepee and bubbles!”

“Are you five years old? Who says ‘peepee’ and ‘bubbles?’” Sonia demanded.

“I had a date to get ready for and they shut off my water,” Dan strolled into the living room with his jeans pulled on but not buttoned, his shirt dangling from his shoulder as he dried off his hair.

“That’s my towel,” Charlotte whined. “Seriously?”

Sonia shook her head and turned to shut and deadbolt the door. “Something is wrong with both of you.”

Charlotte sat on the couch, Sonia sitting next to her as they talked about Dan’s planned date and Charlotte’s lack of interest in dates. “I told you guys, I don’t want to see anyone right now, I just want to work.”

“You don’t want to see anyone because all you see is Liam,” Sonia pointed out. “I’m trying to help you see other people.”

“She compares every guy to Liam,” Daniel stated. “You overthink way too much, Char, if you were a man you’d have a very hard time getting an erection.”

Sonia wrinkled her nose. “Wait, you have a theory about that?”

10 months

“But I also know the weight of the crown. It’s heavy … and I don’t want to place that burden on you if you’re not ready … or if you don’t want it.”

Liam felt Charlotte’s hand on his cheek, and he glanced back up just as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. They parted a moment later and she smiled at him. “It wouldn’t matter what world we were in … or what job you had … I want to be with you, Liam. No matter what.”

Charlotte gasped and sat straight up in bed. Her hair was in every which way, she had dried drool on the side of her mouth, and her chest heaved for air. She still saw images of Liam in the city, but now she was having dreams of their time together during the social season and the engagement tour.

She climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. “I’m a fucking crazy ass,” she mumbled to herself. “I thought I was off before but now it’s confirmed.”

The morning shower made her feel a little better but still sleepy and she walked out into the living room, Daniel and Sonia sitting on her couch. Charlotte screamed. “What the fuck!”

“Hi, Sleepyhead,” Sonia said in a singsong voice. “It’s eleven in the morning, we thought you died.”

“Eleven in the-” Charlotte looked at the clock on the wall with widened eyes. She never slept in late.

“So here we are, to save the day,” Daniel stood from the couch, put his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders, and shook gently. “You okay?”

“Well, now that people have broken into my apartment and scared the crap out of me, I’m great.” She moved away from them into the kitchen, where a cup of coffee was waiting for her. Charlotte smiled and grabbed it, her first sip clearing the fog in her brain. “Thanks for the coffee,” she shot a knowing look to Sonia and sat next to her.

“I wanted to tell you something,” Sonia smiled as Charlotte nodded. “You got the job at the Times.”

“What?!” Charlotte squealed, almost spilling coffee on herself. “Really? Why didn’t your boss call?”

“Andrew did call, but someone was getting their beauty sleep,” Sonia’s brow was arched. “I covered for you and said you were probably at the Herald working with some no-named reporter and missed his call.”

Charlotte let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, I’m going to call him back!” She set her coffee down onto the table, jumped up off of the couch, and jogged to her bedroom. Sonia and Daniel almost immediately heard a loud thump.

“Char?”

“I’m okay!”

11 months

They parted a few moments later, both breathless, and Liam took her left hand in his. Charlotte saw him smile as his thumb and forefinger played with her bare ring finger.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she chuckled.

Liam’s smile grew into a full-blown grin as he let out a laugh that sounded almost like disbelief. “Because in about 20 minutes, you’re going to be my fiancée.”

Charlotte lay in bed from a deep sleep, tears streaking down her cheeks. It had been 11 months since she last saw or spoke to Liam or anyone in Cordonia. It was something she had been adamant about because opening up that box would probably have killed her emotionally. She knew she would love Liam for as long as she was breathing, but love isn’t a feeling. Love is what you do despite what you feel. Love is fighting for the good of someone else, even if you never see the value or the sacrifice you made for them. Liam Rys would never be hers to keep and she stood by that. Charlotte worried she made the wrong decision in the beginning, letting go of the love of her life. But now, she knew she did the right thing. She wanted him to be happy, and she hoped he was.

Like she did every morning, she wiped her tears away, slid out of bed, and sleepily walked to the bathroom. Her friends were trying to set her up on blind dates even after she said she didn’t want to. Charlotte thought about her last conversation with Sonia the night before.

“What happened to the guy at the bar?”

Charlotte arched her brow at her friend. “What do you mean?”

“You both were chatting it up and then I saw his face when you walked away. What did you say to him, Charlotte?”

“I said have a good night!” She snapped.

Sonia stared at her.

“He didn’t smell … right,” Charlotte chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked at anything but her friend.

Sonia’s expression turned confused. “Did he smell like a ball sack?”

“Not … exactly,” Charlotte pursed her lips. “Also, what would a ball sack smell like?”

Sonia gave her a stern look. “Don’t change the subject,” she pointed a finger at her accusingly. “He didn’t smell like Liam, did he?”

Charlotte sighed. “No, he didn’t.”

“Come on, just some diddles, you haven’t been diddled in almost a year, Char!” Sonia’s eyes were wide. “You’re heartbroken, not dead!”

“I’m just … not into it,” she sniffled and ignored the sting in her eyes. “All these guys remind me that they’re not Liam,” she whispered. Charlotte gulped her wine and grimaced as she swallowed. “I’ll be okay … hopefully sooner rather than later.”

12 months

I thought I said no to blind dates, why am I here? Charlotte thought to herself as she gripped her clutch in her hand. She wore heels this time, to ensure whoever was showing up was taller than her. A blonde-haired man sauntered up to her; he was dressed in a white polo shirt, dark blue dress pants, and loafers. Charlotte’s eyes traveled up his body and took in his blue eyes. Don’t think about Liam, don’t think about Liam.

“Hi,” he gave her a soft smile and held out his hand. “My name is Asher. Charlotte, I presume?”

“Yes,” she reached out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“I must say, you have a nice neck,” his smile grew wider as he stared at the hollow of her throat.

Her brows furrowed. “I’m sorry?”

“Your neck,” he bit his bottom lip as he continued to stare. “It’s nice.”

Charlotte narrowed her eyes at him. “Aw really? Not my knuckles or the skin behind my ear?”

Asher’s eyes flew up to meet hers. “Well, I’m sure those are very attractive areas as well.” She felt his eyes rove over her and she felt like she had bugs crawling on her body as she watched him. Then, to her horror, he reached down to adjust himself.

Her patience snapped. “Oh my God, are you having a Groundhog Day situation going on?”

Before he could answer, Charlotte heard her phone chime in her clutch and her eyes widened with an idea. “Excuse me, I need to take this.”

With a nod from Asher, she stepped away, put her phone on silent, and pretended to make a phone call. “Sonia? What’s wrong? … An emergency?! Oh my God, what happened?! … Okay, I’ll be right there!” With a smirk, she put her phone away and walked back toward the creep. “I am so sorry, but my friend Sonia called me with an emergency and I gotta go, bye!”

Not waiting for an answer, Charlotte speed walked away from a sputtering Asher, praying that she didn’t face plant as she made her exit. I am going to kill Daniel.

She slowed her speed and later found herself at the same pier overlooking the Hudson. There stood the majestic Statue of Liberty, and she smiled. It had been a year, a whole year without Liam, but she could safely say that the sight of Lady Liberty didn’t rip her heart out like it first did. Maybe … just maybe … she was going to be okay. “I miss you, Liam,” she whispered out into the wind and it carried her words towards Lady Liberty. “I hope you’re doing okay.”

It's been a year now, I think I've figured out how

How to think about you without it rippin' my heart out

I know, you know, we know, You weren't down for forever

And it's fine

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amesstm · 3 years

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I’ll Carry You

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Word Count: 1376

A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while, my ADHD said “Hey, let’s hyperfocus on something that is not writing fanfiction.” So, we’ll see when I have a phase of writing fanfiction more consistently lol

First part: https://amesstm.tumblr.com/post/647216128109723648/nose-bleeds-part-1

Ushijima didn’t know what to do when you asked, “Is this heaven?” So, he did what he thought was best.

“No, this is Shiratorizawa Academy,” he replied with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Did he really hit you that hard?

You chuckled, but winced from the pain. “I know, Ushijima.”

Not paying too much attention to whatever joke went over his head, Ushijima silently folded up his shirt to put over your nose. The scent of mint and sweat overwhelmed your senses. Ushijima was simple, so of course he would smell like mint. Minus the blood pouring out of your nose, you could get used to this smell.

He lifted you up from the ground, but then you stumbled. A strong hand clutched onto your waist, trying to steady you. But then you almost fell forward. “I can walk just fine.”

“I’ll carry you.” Ushijima stated as a fact, leaving no room for argument.

His arms lifted you with ease. You pouted, annoyed that this was becoming a common occurrence now. He softly chuckled under his breath from looking at you. When he stepped out of the gym, everyone stared at the spectacle.

Why in the world was Ushijima shirtless? Why was he carrying the girls’ team’s libero? Why was she clutching onto his shirt for dear life? You were sure those were the questions swarming your peers’ mind. Surely, the fangirls would’ve loved this indirect fan service.

A protest was about to erupt from you, but then you looked up. His jawline was on full view. Could that cut you just from one touch? Possibly. Okay, maybe you can get used to this view. So, you stayed silent.

“Why are you staring at me?” Ushijima asked, starting to blush now.

You squirmed a bit when his eyes looked at you. Something about his eyes were so piercing yet so gentle all at once. “I’ve just never seen you up close.”

“That’s because you always run away from me.” Again, he was just stating a simple fact. Yet, there was a twinge of hurt in his voice. Ushijima was a paradox in one living body. You made a mental note to know every side of him.

Whatever fright you had dissipated into guilt. Thoughts that you should’ve tried harder to get to know him – no, truly know him – flooded your mind. Was he always so soft despite being so rough? Did he hurt on the outside despite looking stone-faced?

Your eyes softened, “Sorry about that.”

He didn’t reply. Perhaps he accepted your apology, or he didn’t want to pry. Once you were at the nurse’s office, she looked shocked to see the spectacle; a crowd had formed with people taking pictures. No doubt, those pictures would end up on gossip blogs or shared between friends.

The nurse instructed Ushijima to lay you onto a bed inside a room. “You’re free to leave if you have something else, Ushijima.”

“No, I did this. So, I’ll stay,” Ushijima replied to the older lady.

After undergoing an examination and interview, you were allowed to rest. Ushijima refused to leave your side, sitting in a chair near the bed. The regular-sized chair looked so small underneath Ushijima’s huge body that you could laugh, but you knew that he wouldn’t appreciate it. His mouth formed a small frown, with eyes distantly looking at the floor.

You softly spoke up, “Hey, it’s fine, Ushijima. You really don’t have to stay here.”

“I’m staying,” he replied. You waited a second, but he didn’t go further.

You frowned looking at him. He only really looked like this when his opponents got a few points ahead of him. Speaking of his team, an idea popped into your head that would make Tendo proud. You hummed, “Okay, then I guess you owe me a favor.”

He turned from his stare-down with the floor to gaze at you. You continued, “For as long as I’m showing symptoms, you should help me. We have plenty of classes together, anyways.”

“I would help you even if you don’t have a concussion,” Ushijima declared in a low tone. Your eyes widened slightly.

The door swung open, with the nurse not looking pleased. “I’m sorry to say but you have a concussion.”

After the news, Ushijima helped you back to your dorm. Apparently, you weren’t supposed to strain your brain too much with sports or too much thinking. Yet here you were – overthinking the fact that you couldn’t practice with your team like usual. The sounds of the volleyball would be too much to even sit in to watch.

As you walked to your dorm, the other students stared at you and Ushijima walking together. The sunglasses were a dead giveaway that you had a concussion from earlier. Now, the students understood why Ushijima carried you to the nurse, shirtless and all. Unfortunately, he was given a shirt by the nurse.

Going up the stairs made you feel nauseous, so you reached for Ushijima’s hand by accident. You stopped walking, so he stopped, too. His olive eyes grew a color of worry as he looked down on you. His warm hand literally swallowed yours whole, forming a secure fist. He hummed, with an inflection of confusion. After collecting yourself, you managed to mutter, “O-oh, sorry, just going upstairs makes me feel sick.”

“I can carry you tomorrow if you want.”

“Paron?” A sting spiked your brain. Yep, definitely shouldn’t think too much about what was going on around you.

“I’ll take care of you,” he reiterated. You simply nodded your head. It was useless trying to argue with him, especially since it was your idea in the first place.

Against your wishes, a blush formed on your cheeks. “I better see you tomorrow then.”

Ushijima stopped in front of your dorm room, avoiding the whispers and stares from the other girls like he always does. He seemed pleased that you were finally showing your confident side to him. For the longest time, he only saw that side of you when you were around Tendo. Now, he was able to experience it firsthand.

Was this a smile? As soon as you thought that, you felt another string. You cringed and clutched your head. Of course, this would happen when you had a concussion.

“Don’t forget to take your medicine and rest,” Ushijima advised, holding out the medication bag towards you.

You smiled, “Thank you.”

Luckily for Ushijima, the sunglasses made it hard to tell that he was blushing.

“Goodbye, Ushijima.” As customary, Ushijima nodded his farewell.

Tendo called you in the evening, making you cringe when you heard how loud your ringer was. Your roommate Yuki went out to the cafeteria, promising to get you food, as well. Thank goodness she wasn’t here to listen in on Tendo ripping you a new one.

“How could you get a concussion?” Tendo cried. You put a bit of distance between you and your phone when you heard him about to start ranting. Tendo acted like an older brother, so of course he would start to scold you.

“Thank you, Tendo. It’s like I wanted a concussion,” you responded sarcastically.

“Did you?” You heard a deep voice that could only belong to one person.

“Tendo, am I on speaker?” You asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

There was a pause on the other end. “Maybe.”

You could envision the evil grin plastered on Tendo’s face. You sighed, “Well, Ushijima is making it up to me until my symptoms disappear.”

“Oh?” Tendo said. You hated when he got this way. Even after being friends for a few years, you couldn’t tell what went on in his head sometimes. “Ushijima failed to mention this to me.”

“Now you know,” Ushijima replied.

Tendo whined, “It would’ve been better to hear it from my own roommate first!”

“What happens between Y/N and I will stay between us.”

You blushed, secretly enjoying what he was insinuating. Then you remembered. “By the way, Ushijima... I will be leaving to meet up with my cousin after school tomorrow. So, you won’t need to help me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be hounded by him.”

“Okay, now back to me-” Tendo said before he started rambling about his day.

A/N: Any guesses on who the cousin is? 👀

#ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #ushiwaka #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi fluff #ushijima fic #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori #hq nishinoya

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shysneeze · 3 years

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i’m in love with you (george weasley x fem!reader)

I’m in Love With You

Post War George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Request: Okay idk if you’d be up to it but I’m currently obsessed w the song Please Notice by Christian Leave and so I was thinking a George weasley x reader fic inspired by/based off of/same kinda vibe imagine. Do you understand that lol I feel like I said it in a confusing way, crossing my fingers that you’re pickin up what I’m putting down. Lol ily bye. ~ anon

Warning: angsty (but fluff I promise this time), self-doubt etc...

Authors note: this is a cliché, but it’s one you can pry from my cold dead hands

George has never been a huge fan of silence, it’s not something he’s ever been used to, growing up in a house full of the constant noise of familial ruckus, and so weekends without Fred such as this are something that’s always made him feel ever so slightly uneasy, listening only to the repetitive patter of rain on the windows and static whirring of a record he’s gotten too distracted to flip spinning idly in the corner.

The creak of his bedroom door opening is a welcome sound, followed by the gentle shuffle of light footsteps along the corridor before she appears before him, a much healthier and warmer version of herself, nothing like the teary-eyed (Y/N) (Y/L/N) he pulled from his doorstep and out of the rain only ten minutes previous.

“Hey.” She gives a sheepish wave.

Years as best friends should prepare him for the sight of her in his clothes, borrowed jumpers and stolen socks such a pivotal part of their friendship back in Hogwarts that he shouldn’t be startled by how gorgeous she looks in them, but he always is.

“Hey.” He manages a kind smile. “Any warmer?”

The subtle drop of her gaze to the floor warns him that she’s about to tell him a white-lie and his eyes cling to the way her hands still tremble with the cold. Then, just as he’s predicted, she gives him an unconvincing ‘yep’.

It wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go, he’d already surrender himself to an evening spent on the couch listening to his favourite songs when there was a knock on his door. The time and weather instantly led him to the assumption of bad news, and for all the outlandish theories and anxious assumptions he concocted on his way to the door, none involved his rain-soaked best friend shivering on his door step.

A sputtered apology was all she managed before he pulled her into his flat in a protective panic, fetching her a towel instantly and setting out a change of clothes with no request of an explanation for her visit, promising himself only to ask once he’s sure she doesn’t have hypothermia.

He’s still not one hundred percent on that part, giving her a knowing look as he crosses the space between them to push a cup of warm tea between her frozen fingers. Her shoulders slump in relief at the heat finding her hands, giving him a sheepish, but grateful smile.

“Now I’m warmer.” She assures honestly. “Thank you, Georgie.”

“Figured that might help.” He smiles gently. “Livingroom?”

She nods, mimicking his steps subconsciously as he follows him to from the kitchen to the sofa in the living room, pulling her knees up to her chest and cradling the mug on top of them as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the worn sofa with his legs stretched out across the cushions

She twiddles with the handle of her mug atop her knees, deep in thought as the room falls into silence. Silence with her is the only type George has ever found comforting, the reminder of afternoons spent in the Gryffindor common room, listening only the sound her flipping pages of her book and the crackling of the fire.

“Fred’s out?”

“A ‘couples weekend away’.” George nods. “Him and Angelina are somewhere up north for the anniversary of the first time they ate ice cream together or something daft like that.”

She chuckles softly, her smile summoning one similar to George’s lips. There is always a certain amount of pride in cheering her up, he’s realised, in bringing a smile to cheeks moments ago stained by tears.

“I’m happy for them though.” She adds softly, a sombre sound to her voice that has him on edge. “They’re a cute couple.”

“Insufferable at times.” George says. “But yes, cute.”

She exhales a quiet sigh, dropping her head tiredly to the cushion beside.

“I got stood up… again.”

He drops his shoulder in a display of sympathy, pushing down the initial aggressive protectiveness that dares him to ask for the name and address of the person stupid enough to ever hurt her. It’s clear from the forlorn look in her eyes that she needs someone to listen to her, not to avenge her.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He says. “Whoever they were, they were an idiot.”

“Thanks, Georgie.” She says softly. “I just really needed a friend tonight so thank you.”

He tries to ignore how the word stings, ‘friend’. It’s a sting he’s been trying to ignore for years, it should be second nature by now, but it still stirs that feeling he hates, the one that makes him feel ungrateful, because being her friend should be enough.

He hates that it never has been.

It was what he assumed was a harmless crush at first, back at Hogwarts, one he was sure he would grow out of, no matter how many times Fred tried to tell him otherwise. Much to his dismay, Fred was right, and every year it got harder and harder to ignore, even after school.

By now, the word ‘crush’ doesn’t seem to cut it, too childish to possibly explain the irresistible torture that is his love for (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He’s not sure there is a word to describe such a feeling, the way it fills his heart with warmth but aches at the same time, an ache he’d happily experience forever just to be near her.

Now he pushes that sting deep down where he can barely notice it in order to deal with the issue at hand, the girl sat across from him with sad eyes and fallen smile.

“You can rant to me.” He assures. “I don’t mind.”

She takes a moment to give in to his offer encouraged by the sincerity in his warm brown eyes from across the sofa and the nudge to her feet from his. Biting her lip nervously and with a deep breath, she begins to explain.

“I’m not saying he was the love of my life or anything.” She disclaims. “It was only our second date, but it still hurt when he just... didn’t show up.”

“I can imagine.”

“I was just sat in that restaurant staring at the door waiting for this guy I knew deep down wasn’t going to show.” She explains. “He could have just called; told me he wasn’t interested, and it would have been less embarrassing.”

“Guys are idiots, Love.” George says. “Take it from a professional.”

She rolls her eyes lightly at the comment, ready to scold his self-deprecation when she seems to lose the momentum as quickly as she found it, instead sinking further back against the arm of the sofa with a huffed out breath.

“Is there something about me that people think doesn’t deserve an explanation?” Her voice wobbles. “Aren’t I worth that much?”

His heart breaks into what he’s sure are thousands of little pieces, his breath catching in his throat at the tears that spring to her eyes. He pulls his legs back and shuffles towards her end of the sofa as she hides her face behind her knees.

Gentle tugging the tea from her fingers, he places it on the coffee table before pushing her knees down, guiding her legs across his lap, squeezing her knee to urge her to look up and meet his eyes. She sniffles softly as she lifts her head, gulping at the softness in his warm brown eyes.

“You are worth so much more.” He explains. “I’m so sorry they made you feel like you weren’t.”

“I guess I just feel… unlovable.” She confesses.

Frustration forces itself out of his lungs in a long sigh, startling her slightly. It almost hurts to listen to her talk about herself, ‘unlovable’, as if he isn’t sat in front of her, undoubtedly in love with her. It’s not the first time he’s wished she would notice, where life would be so much easier if she could just look at him and see instantly how in love with her he is.

If only she could see how he blushes when he makes her laugh, how even in crowded rooms, he has only eyes for her and how, sometimes, despite his best efforts, he can’t help but fumble over his words when she talks to him.

“You’re not.” He shakes his head slowly. “Trust me.”

It’s a miniscule confession, one he doubts she’s going to pick up on until he can see something flicker across her eyes, realisation perhaps. It fades as quickly as it appeared, as though in only a millisecond she considered and dismissed the notion.

However, George has taken the first steps down a dangerous path, there is no going back no matter how fast the beating of his nervous heart.

“You’re the amazing, (Y/N).” He continues. “I hate that other people can’t see that, but I do.”

“George-“

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).”

“George please…” She exhales shakily, desperately. “Please don’t tell me this if you don’t mean it, if you’re just trying to cheer me up- please, George.”

“I do mean it, (Y/N).” He assures frantically. “Merlin, (Y/N), I love everything about you, the way you sing under your breath when you think no one’s listening, how you mimic the facial expressions of the characters in books without even noticing you’re doing it, how you get the hiccups when you laugh too much- blood hell, (Y/N), you’re laugh is the most gorgeous sound in the world.”

He’s in love with every single one of her quirks and habits; the lucky penny she’s taken to every single one of his quidditch matches, the pressed flowers she uses as bookmarks, and her pockets that are always full of plasters and healing cream… He could get carried away with listing them all, he has to restrain himself from doing so, bringing himself back with a sigh.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He repeats in confirmation. “And I can’t stand to hear you doubt yourself over and over because of some idiots who don’t know how lucky they are to even be considered by you.”

The tears that trickle down her cheeks fill him instantly with panic, sure he’s ruined it all as she wipes frantically at her eyes. The room fills with silence again, though George can only hear the thumping of his own heart in his ears, drowning out the rain and the record still spinning pointlessly in the corner of the room.

He’s done exactly what he was afraid of; he’s let his feeling pull apart the friendship that should have been enough for him. This hurts more than the ache of loving her ever has, the wretched torture of rejection.

“I shouldn’t-“ He mumbles. “I shouldn’t have done that-“

“Do you know how often I have imagined you saying those words to me?”

Her voice is cracked, much how it was when he first opened the door to her this evening, with disbelieving edge to her voice. The pain in his chest untwists itself slowly, replaying the words over and over in his head, until he’s sure he’s imagined it.

“What?”

“I love you, George.” She confesses. “Every disastrous date I’ve ever been on has been in an attempt to pretend I don’t. but I do, I really do.”

“You love me?”

The words feel foreign in his mind, he’s never allowed himself to imagine it before, that she could ever possibly love him back. Yet here she is, sat on his couch and wearing his clothes, tell him that she does.

“Yes, George.” She gasps incredulously. “I do, and only in my daydreams have you ever loved me back.”

Warmth fills him slowly, then rushes in all at once as the words finally sink in and he’s able to convince himself he isn’t stuck in some daydream of his own. His grin spreads slowly up his cheeks, contagious as it is soon mimicked on her own teary cheeks.

“You love me.”

“Yes.” She lets out a breathy laugh.

“Bloody hell.”

Her head tips back in a hysterical burst of laughter.

“You can’t just say ‘Bloody hell’ after I’ve confessed my undying love!”

“You cried when I confessed mine!” He retorts, chest vibrating with a laugh of his own. “This is surreal.”

Laughter fading to a grin, she looks at him with a new found light, a twinkle he’s very quickly added to the never ending list of thing he loves about her.

“I can’t believe you love me.” She says softly.

He does something he’s only ever dreamt of before, reaching out with one hand and cupping her cheek, grazing his thumb gently over the map of stains from what he knows now, were happy tears. He can feel her skin warm beneath his touch and tries his best not to smirk, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“This can’t be real.” He whispers.

“I know.” She smiles softly in agreement. “It’s all too perfect.”

“Is it immoral for me to kiss you after you’ve just been stood up?”

She snorts quietly at the question, shaking her head in reassurance and curling her finger around a handful of his jumper, pulling him closer.

“I think I was meant to be stood up.” She admits. “As cliché as it might sound, it led me here.”

“You’re right.” He mumbles, lips inches from hers. “That is very soppy.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

He’s tugged into her lips in less than a second. It’s better than he’s ever allowed himself to imagine during those lonely evenings spent staring at his ceiling, it’s everything to him. She moves her lips with his eagerly, as if she would be happy to the spend the rest of her life with him in this moment.

She’s perfect, it’s a fact he’s known since they were seventeen, but never has it been more true than this moment, tangled together in a kiss they’ve both been longing for in secret for far too long. All this time he’s not been the only one with what felt like an unattainable crush, no the only one suffering the ache of a heart in love.

“You’re amazing.” He exhales against her lips, eliciting one of those gorgeous laughs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Georgie.”

“I’d listen to you say that all day.”

“Who’s the soppy one now?”

“Hm, just don’t tell Fred.”

authors note; v v rushed, if i didnt put it out though, I would spend all week on it and I have a mountain of uni work to do so meh, also drinking game: drink every time unless ur underage pls they confess their love... can you tell i’m super impressed by myself this time?

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george x reader #george imagine #fred and george #george weasley

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srirachvbi · 4 years

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Kageyama and Bokuto taking their kids to practice headcanons !

request: hihi i was wondering if you can do a continuation of the bringing their kids to practice with some of the other haikyuu characters? i’d love to see it with kageyama especially but honestly you can pick anyone! thank you :)

a/n: i AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... I have no excuses, i was too sad about haikyuu e wording but i have read threads on how to write characters on twitter and i am thriving... so n e ways i was looking for a reason to write more of these because i just... love the idea of this so tsym for requesting!! if i write more parts, i might do hoshiumi, hinata, atsumu, and... maybe oikawa? i’m a huge bokuto stan so his might be longer than kageyamas im sorry <3 and and ik that kageyama goes to italy but for the sake of i want to write other characters, i will be using the adlers oops. i will also be only doing probably two characters per post for these because i write so much for it. LMAO ALSO these are super unrealistic this would NOT be allowed during pro sports practices but for the sake of entertainment, let’s just... do it warnings: manga spoilers

Bokuto Koutarou

He had been wanting to bring Kaori to practice for a while but each time he tried to, you would be like no bitch </3

heart been broke so many times

When you told him that you had to go into work and couldn’t schedule the nanny in time, he was like “I’LL TAKE CARE OF HER!!!”

Honestly you were only against him taking her because you were still mad at him for leaving her in the high chair for a while and you came home to her crying and him just knocked out

Like... Kou, pls <3

He had brought Kaori into post game interviews before but you were always there so this would really be the first time he’d take care of her by himself for a period of time longer than an hour

He’s a good parent dw !! he had just spent the whole night thinking about the most random shit and he ended up sleeping like three hours

He was thinking about horses cause Ushijima brought them up in an interview >:0

You were still mad tho

It had been a while and he had actually shown to you that he could take care of her by himself so you were fine with him taking her to practice

He was super pumped and was practically shaking in excitement (he was texting Akaashi the whole morning asdlfjskdf)

Bokuto-san AGHASHEE!!!!! Y/N IS LETTING ME TAKE KAORI TO PRACTICE!!!!!!!!! AGHASHEE Congrats, Bokuto-san.

That conversation but every two minutes

I’m sorry Akaashi <3

He also texts the whole group chat and Hinata’s equally as excited

Kaori and Hinata were best friends !!!! She literally loved him

Like he would put her on his shoulders and they’d run around for hours

How he has so much energy goes beyond everyone but it’s fun to watch

You lectured him for half an hour about what he should do in certain situations and unlike most times, he listened really well because :(( the baby cares about Kaori

Both Kaori and him actually walked with you to the train station and saw you off before heading to practice !!

He normally drives to practice because he has a super nice car and it’s easier to drive with Kaori instead of public transportation

When they get to the gym, he goes running in with Kaori on his shoulders

“WE HAVE ARRIVEEEED!!!!!!!!”

cue Hinata cheering super loudly

Kaori’s giggling and being all cute omg i love her

She was being carried in on her dad’s shoulders so Bo lets her down and she immediately runs (read: waddles quickly) to Hinata

“Hinata-nii!!!!”

Hinata starts crying-- jk, no

He goes “Kaori-chan!” and scoops her up in his beefy arms

BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA

Sorry

She’s giggling and she like kisses his cheek and everyone’s like “so cute...” ohmyogd babies

Similar to her dad, she’s super friendly!! and a bit simple minded

It’s literally in her blood to not actually hate anyone so she gets along with EVERYONE at practice

She even makes the coach super soft omg

Atsumu’s just watching her and being like “child. want. child-- oh god, i need a kid.” cause she’s just so god damn cute

Lol atsumu having twins cause it’s a gene or smth idk biology

I barely passed bio please spare me <3

I actually got an 80 smth on my final last year don’t listen to me

Sakusa being hesitant at first to be near her but she’s actually super sweet to him!!

CAUSE LIKE HER DAD SHE’S ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT AND CAN READ PEOPLE REALLY WELL

like she saw Sakusa’s face and was like “oh!! I remember what dad said!!”

Kou talks about his teammates a lot and somehow Kaori remembered him telling her about how Sakusa’s a germaphobe so she’s like

“Sir!! I washed my hands!! I’m not dirty!!” and he

He just 👁👄👁

He thinks she’s cute and treasures her now

Suddenly Kaori has a whole team of dads

it’s okay

Bokuto itching to let her play volleyball but at the same time worrying about her if she does

It’s like the angel and the devil on his shoulders

One sides like

let her pLAY!!!!! LET HER PLAY (read it as if it’s the LEt ME INNN meme)

While the other sides like

👁👄👁 (y/n) will kill me if she gets hurt and i’ll kill myself if she gets hurt and hinata will kill me if she gets hurt-

In the end he gives her a volleyball after she asks once and he’s like ‘PFFT KAORI-CHAN IF YOU INSIST’ while she’s like

dude i asked to play once and normally someone disagrees with me tf are you on, sir?

she tries to pick the ball up but it ends up being half her size and it’s just... such a cute image

Bo takes a picture of it and sends it to you!!

You reply back in seconds lol

Kou-kun ❤💖 [image.jpeg] LOOK AT HER!! FUTURE PRO (Y/N)-CHAN!! (Y/N) MY LOVE ❤💕❤💕💕❤💕❤💕 be careful letting her hold that it’s too big!! but so cute!!! have fun taro <3

He ends up taking the ball away after a bit because she can’t walk while holding it

Eventually practice has to start tho so he asks her to sit on the bench and she’s an obedient angel and does so !!

The whole time she’s like swinging her legs and watching her dad practice

It’s fun for her to see him play

Okay but like I’ve said, she’s similar to her dad

At one point at practice during a break, she stole Atsumu’s water and was running around the gym with him chasing her

He was ofc not actually chasing her cause he found it cute that she was trying to steal his stuff

Lol Sakusa being like “oh, you can’t catch up to a child? are your knees getting bad, old man?”

Atsumu’s like “bro, we’re the same age”

Sakusa ignores him

She ends up TRIPPInG AND ATSUMU’s LIke “Oh fuck”

SHE CRIES

omg Bokuto’s like “tsum tsum-- do you want to die 👁👄👁🗡” because she just got hurt because of him

Atsumu picks her up and is apologizing so god damn much

This is the first time anyone’s seen Bokuto remotely irritated

Kaori: WAAAHHHH

Atsumu: please, child... i don’t want to die today... please... shhhhhhh

He lets her down and she walks (read: waddles) over to her dad and is giving him puppy eyes omg

Bokuto stops being mad and scoops her up and he’s like “did Kao-chan get a boo boo” and she nods, sniffling

Ohmygod dad bokuto dad bokuto dad bokuto stop

suddenly I actually want kids

Shion ends up getting a first aid kit since Meian asked (woah more black jackals players except I don’t really know how to write for them??? woahhh)

Shion roasts Atsumu with Sakusa for letting her fall and suddenly Atsumu’s the bad guy

lol

By the end of practice tho Kaori’s fine !!!

She’s back to her regular happy self so cute :(

She asks Bo to call you and when you pick up she shows you her bandaid on her knee and is like “Miya-san was chasing me and I fell!!”

Suddenly Atsumu feels a cold chill and knows you found out lol

Hi this is (y/n), and you’re watching disney channel-

good luck, atsumu *stops camera*

Kageyama Tobio

sigh

He would be equally as confused as a father as Ushijima

It’s okay, he’s trying his best

You normally work from home so you guys haven’t really hired a nanny!

And if you needed someone to watch your guys’ son, Sho (which can mean to fly oho see what I did there I’m so smart), you just drop him off at your parents’ house or Miwa’s!

WAIT SHO... SHOYO... WAIT I DIDN’T EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE IM LITERALLY

However, today was the only time you had to go in for like the next few months and both your parents and Miwa are busy

So, you enlist in your husbands help

“Tobio... I need you to watch Sho...”

He spits out his milk “wHAT” cause like,, he’s hardly taken care of Sho by himself and normally had either his sister or you around

He doesn’t actually spit out his milk-- you’d kill him if he did because it would be a pain in the ass to clean up <3

It takes a bit of convincing being he’s really nervous about taking care of Sho!!

Okay but he’s a great dad dw it’s just he’s nervous about having another human being literally rely on him completely

You also just remind him that Romero’s a father so he won’t be completely on his own while taking care of Sho

So he somehow gets to the gym with Sho in one piece but he’s literally so stiff like bro, i need you to relax

Hoshiumi yelling “KAGEYAMA SHO!!!!!!!” and Sho (who has actually met the team like two times) goes like “HOFIUMI-SAN!!!!!”

Sho’s a bit of an energetic bby-- he’s less emotionally constipated than his dad <3

He’s... he reminded you guys of Shoyo and well, you thought it would be nice to name him after his god father

No this isn’t a kagehina post i swear i love them but this is me saying that i love their friendship sm omg stop im gonna cry 402 really just popped into my head again

Hoshiumi getting mad when he sees that Sho has actually grown even though he’s a grown ass man and the little toddler would not, in fact, be catching up that soon

“KAGEYAMA SHO HAVE YOU GROWN >:0000!!!!!”

Sir, pls... sit down

The Adlers all love Sho since they’ve come into contact with him like twice at games before

Ushijima just... doesn’t know how to interact with Sho

He just stares down at him and honestly Sho stares back up without fear

Kageyama Sho: no (0) fears

I think it’s cause his father gives a similar stare sometimes and he just... got used to it

Ushijima gives him that stare and Sho just goes SIGH this again

Jk he’s a baby

He literally looks up at Ushiwaka and gives him this cute ass grin and Ushijima’s like “oh, children are very cute.”

Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun

Romero does, in fact, give Kags some tips about fathering and ends up showing pictures of Rubens to the team (love that)

OKAY BUT LIKE OFF TOPIC FROM THE PRACTICE BUT

Sho being such a big fan of Hinata and being like “woAHHH!!! I’M NAMED AFTER HIM!!!”

Hinata rubs it in Kags face because Sho practically idolizes him

anyways

Practice starts and Sho’s just sitting on the gym floor with a volleyball in his hands cause he

Kags just giving newborn Sho a volleyball and expecting him to become acquainted

It worked

Sho’s used to holding onto volleyballs and even tries to hit it but everytime he did, he’d fall backwards onto his lil bum and would be like :(

Kageyama watching from the other side of the gym and his heart just goes AHHHHHHHHHH

He’s about to cry that is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

Sho making sure he doesn’t interrupt practice!!! and like chasing after the ball to make sure it doesn’t go onto the courts!!!

Cute babs is so good :(

He ends up tripping tho and starts to tear up and Kags is watching during practice and goes “OH GOD”

He’s literally whipping his head from Sho to his coach and has this desperate look on his face

he’s saying “JUST ONE BREAK!! JUST ONE, SIR!!” with his eyes and his coach just gives in

Kageyama going from one side of the gym to the next at insane speed

Sho: dad :((( i hwurt my knee :(((

Kags just picks him up and cradles him to his chest (he does this after making sure there’s no blood or anything-- it’s literally just a little bit red)

Kags being a good dad just... WEAK

Only like two minutes later, Sho stops sniffling and is like “!!! go back to practice daddy!!”

Kags does and he can’t focus on Sho anymore cause his coach would yell at him asldfjlsf

At the end of practice, Sho is like “dad i wanna play voweyball!!!!!!” and Kags heart just CLENCHES

He grabs his heart like that meme or smth

You call them cause you know when practice normally ends and Sho’s just talking a lot and it’s so cute

He’s super excited and you’re like !!! My CUTE CHILD !!!!

Lol you tease Kags cause he was worrying about nothing

“Maybe I’ll let you take care of him by yourself more often Tobio” “Pls, I lost ten years of my life when I saw him fall pls not yet <3″

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gusu-emilu · 3 years

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Ask me my Top 5 anything

Anon asked for Top 5 Post-Canon Junior Quartet Moments where they have to fight without using cultivation. Here’s my headcanon/scene rambling...

1. Lan Jingyi defeats a vengeful ghost just by roasting it for how it died

That’s it that’s the scene

2. Everybody forgot their talismans

Lan Sizhui is the Junior Quartet Mom who usually has a huge stash of extra talismans ready to go because the other three always forget to bring enough. But it turns out that just before they left for this nighthunt, Wei Wuxian secretly borrowed all of Sizhui’s talismans to “experiment” on them and return new versions as a present later.

So now the Junior Quartet is running around in utter chaos yelling for Wen Ning because nobody has talismans

3. Ouyang Zizhen learned how to wrestle from a poem

Listen, if there’s one way to motivate this boy, it’s with a very long ballad about two lovers who went on epic journey together and had to wrestle a band of actually-sympathetic-but-still-wrong criminals while simultaneously working through their relationship issues and tearing up about their beautiful memories together and confessing their undying love to each other. The narrative not only detailed every single line of their heart-rending dialogue, but also every blow in the fight, and Ouyang Zizhen is excellent at memorizing things when he wants to be. (Bonus points if he got the poem from Nie Huaisang)

4. Lan Sizhui is surprisingly good at hand-to-hand combat

Technically, Lan Sizhui is a Wen, so he wasn’t born with the formidable upper body strength of the Lans. While training with the Lans, he couldn’t rely on sheer power like the others and had to develop clever strategies (fake-outs, unorthodox moves, tricking opponents into thinking he’s unintimidating, etc). Sizhui doesn’t actually take the offensive very often in combat, and instead draws his opponent into making mistakes.

In this way, Sizhui takes after Uncle Wei Wuxian for his inventiveness and Uncle Wen Ning for the fighting skills behind his cinnamon-roll veneer. But of course, Sizhui would rather not fight someone for real! Even in a friendly sparring match, he’d try his best not to actually hurt his opponent, and after the match is over he’d apologize profusely and heal any injuries they did get. Still, I think Sizhui deserves the chance to have a fun sparring match with his friends once in a while. Let’s just say that Jin Ling and Ouyang Zizhen were very startled the first time they got utterly defeated by Sizhui! Meanwhile Jingyi already knew what the outcome would be and was laughing the entire time.

(Little post-script: Yes, hand-to-hand combat is messy and rather un-Lan-like but let’s just say the Lan disciples do train in it. After all, Lan Wangji does an awful lot of arm-grabbing and kicking during his fight scenes. Perhaps another Uncle that Sizhui takes after?)

5. A nighthunt in which Jin Ling should not have gone swimming

The juniors are on the bank of a river, taking a break after searching for hours and finding nothing to hunt. Suddenly there’s a giant splash in the river!

None of the juniors can figure out what it was. Since Jin Ling always brags about how great he is at swimming (his mom was from the Jiang Clan, home of the best swimmers), Ouyang Zizhen dares him to go into the river and find out what made the splash. Well, Jin Ling’s over-pompousness is coming back to bite him because he never actually practiced swimming, he just knows he’s good at it...thinks he’s good at it...of course he’s good at everything...maybe...

But he can’t back down now! He jumps into the river and swims out to the site of the splash no problem. He dives under, closes his hands around a large carp (that’s all it was? haha Ouyang Zizhen was scared of the splash for nothing), and brings the fish to the surface to show off to the others. That wasn’t so hard! He really is the best swimmer!

Then the carp grows into a giant water dragon.

Jin Ling has no sword, no talismans, no nothing because he left them all on the shore to go swimming!

Okay, I cheated, this isn’t actually about Jin Ling fighting without using cultivation because Uncle Jiang appears out of nowhere, slays the dragon, and yells in fury at Jin Ling while trying (and failing) not to reveal how melodramatically emotional he was about Jin Ling possibly getting hurt

~Thanks for the ask! Nonny I hope this is what you meant lol. Someone send me more asks to get carried away with, this is fun!

#lan sizhui #lan jingyi #ouyang zizhen #jin ling #mdzs #cql #the untamed #junior quartet #emilu talks #ask game #emilu creations

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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just wanted to see if you were still active. we all miss you!!

Hi babes! First of all thank you for this sweet message! You’re right - I’ve been gone from this account for a few months and I’m just now logging back on and seeing all of your messages and dms! I just wanna say thank you to everyone that has reached out and I’m here to offer you guys a little update on my life and why I haven’t been on here so much.

So, first of all A LOT has changed in these past few months, and I mean A LOT. As you all know I was posting about going to the gym and getting back in shape before I left, and I’ve been doing just that! I’ve lost about 15 pounds so far and I feel absolutely amazing! I’ve been working with an awesome trainer and I’ve been really trying to better my relationship with food since it’s been absolutely shit ever since I was a little girl. I’ve been learning healthy eating habits, how to listen to my body and how to do things that are right for me! It’s been a very hard journey and I felt like I needed a break from all things social media/any distractions because this journey is really important to me. You guys don’t know how much I’ve struggled with weight/food my entire life, and I’ve decided that I don’t wanna carry these negative habits with me for the rest of my life, so yeah, I’ve decided to make a change

Second of all, I’ve been working on a HUGE job offer that will literally change my life. I don’t wanna give too much away for the sake of my identity BUTTT this opportunity is literally the best thing I’ve ever signed up for. It’s something that I’ve wanted for a while now and I’ve finally decided to chase it and am in the process of almost receiving it! I could literally get the call any day now and along with my fitness journey this is what I’ve been working on for months now!

So, yeah, I’ve been doing pretty big stuff that’ll finally get me into living the life I’ve always wanted! I’ve been super laser focused for these past few months and have been trying to stay on track. I do apologize for pretty much going ghost, I most definitely should have offered some sort of explanation but everything was so sudden that I just got caught up with all of it. But that’s not to say that I didn’t miss any of you guys! In fact, I always found myself thinking about this account and all of my amazing mutuals and followers. I was so happy to see you guys still enjoying my writing even after I was gone for months at a time! It literally brings me so much joy to see all of the comments and likes and even the games and posts people have tagged me in!

Now, I’m not really sure how long I’m gonna be staying on this account or if I’ll start back writing again. If you know me then you know I tend to hyper-fixate on certain fandoms until I lose interest lol. Not to say that I don’t like them anymore, the passion for writing just isn’t there like it used to be.

BUTTT, that’s NOT to say that I won’t release a few pieces in the future or even branch out to other fandoms. Even though my account is mainly anime, I still do write about pretty much any and everything that interests me. So, if you guys have any other fandoms that you wanna request for, I’m happy with that to!

But yeah, just wanted to give you guys a lil update and tell you that I miss you all. Being on this account feels like being home again. I really love writing for you guys and no I’m not dead lol 😂 just taking a little break to focus on my life!

#update #they done changed the damn tags?#but i miss you guys <3 #love you #anirose.txt

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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Final Space, Season 3

Everybody that know me know that I’m high class #Quillective trash and my main thoughts and feelings go out to Quinn Ergon and Gary Goodspeed - precious Gemini gems, and of course the BABIES: Little Cato, Ash and Fox #NeshaLuhDaKids I had some attachment to Avocato once upon a time, but that n***a got on my LAST nerves this season, so we currently at “Do you, Boo” status by the end of S3, and eventually, yes, I’ma get to why that is.

Disclaimer for somebody who stumbled across this post because of the fandom tags - I am an independent partaker of this content, not “part of the fandom,” and my audience in particular is NOT for everybody. SO: If you may have been criticized in the past for casual racism, tone deafness to Black women’s concerns or accused of misogynoir or antiblackness, leave now.

If you don’t like cussing, AAVE, general ratchetness and mean lesbian energy, you too might wanna go. A bitch can be eloquent, but I type like I talk, at times, so it is what it is and I don’t curate for kids, dudes, or nonblacks. That’s just what that is.

I wanna start with Ash Graven. This season is about Ash more than anybody else, despite the fact that there was a lot of emphasis on Avocato’s toxic ass man pain and growth in Quinn and Gary’s relationship, ULTIMATELY, nobody in the crew did more coming into fruition as Ash did, and I have a lot to say about her, because I have a lot of feelings.

♡ Ash Graven

1. Ash is a kid. Lol. Everybody got very confused because of the unnecessary transformation that Invictus gave her. Ash did not “grow up,” her body was altered. That’s a fuckin kid in a woman’s body. A kid who has previously been living with survivor’s guilt, parental abuse/neglect/exploitation, chronic trauma, and a disastrous superpower that most people could not be trusted to carry. She’s a child having a coming of age moment in this season that is mostly molded in manipulation. If you hate on Ash, go fuck yourself. ESPECIALLY if I’ve caught you stanning other characters who have been shit characters, in this fandom or not. Ash was dealt a shit hand and nobody had her back but her brothers, and she’s done what she could and thought was best to care for them. Anybody that missed that - just don’t have kids, K.

2. Ash has no parental guidance. As far as she knows, the only adults who have ever had her back are dead and the ones that she’s stuck with now, she GAVE a chance to try to trust them. She gave Quinn a chance to try to see some of Nightfall (the only adult that we’ve seen not exploit her) in her. She gave Gary a chance by choosing him over Clarence, when she had to make a choice. She even gave Clarence’s ass another chance - with which he responded by dying to not fail her. Now, she has Gary, who just a few days or weeks ago, idek, forced her to try to summon her powers while she was both injured and also upset over having to leave her brother behind - TO SAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND! And she got snatched away in the process and left behind with the enemy, to be mentally assaulted and returned changed, only to have them not trust her.

I love Quinn too. I love her dearly. But the facts were that she was dying and having an episode that nobody could really help with, and Gary didn’t take the time or consideration to think about the stress that he was putting on Ash by putting her in the position to make her feel like she needed to save Quinn for him. Whether or not she was the only one who could, that is a lot to put on a child, and not only did he do it, but he didn’t even seem to think that hard about it whenever he then left her ass. Sure, he was glad when she was returned, but that was a fucked up situation that yet another adult put her into, and the first thing that he should have wanted to do when seeing her was to apologize and try to make it right. It was a huge miscalculation to treat her as a potential enemy that he and Avocato needed to vet. EVEN IF that’s what she was to them, both of them should have had the sense to assess while still treating her as the kid that they supposedly knew.

3. Most of her trauma has been recent and continuous. She looked up to Nightfall, watched her die, and had a meltdown. The events from Season 2 (with Clarence almost killing Fox and leaving him to die, her leaving his side to help out, seeing that Sheryl was treacherous to her own son, losing Nightfall), and the events that are taking place in Season 3 are only in the span of a few months.

They were only stranded for a month whenever we see them surviving together. That girl has had more happen to her to hurt her than to help her and nobody around her BUT Little Cato has been sensitive to that. And they are all fucking adults.

These things being noted - changing Ash’s design was the absolute worse fucking thing. Aging a girl up to make the bad things that follow more palatable is what that seems to be. Ash is still a kid. And THEN, they allegedly made her a queer kid. I say allegedly, because that “reveal” was so poorly done and subtle and weak that I, an almost 40 year old queer, didn’t realize that that’s what they meant whenever they said that they were gonna reveal somebody as a character who is part of the LGBT community.

So... FS production just gon’ decide not only to transform her body into that of a woman, when her mind is still full on traumatized child and hormonal teenager, but also, she likes girls, and they didn’t even do it in a cohesive way that added to the story. They threw it in, like, “BTW, she likes girls, and also, she’s full grown now.” then immediately went for the “Villain” lever, and bitches just ate that shit up. Fuck y’all, forreal.

& Fox

He didn’t deserve that shit. And, I know a lot of people felt that he was pointless and boring, but his ass was sweet and caring and searching for love and acceptance. As a background character, I liked him. But, he was literally just fodder for Ash’s downfall, which was unfair and problematic, considering that his ass is definitely Black coded. Don’t play. He was voiced by a Black man, spoke with a blaccent, and definitely would be read as Black if you wasn’t looking at him and seeing an alien. They gave him a sacrificial negro trope, the big friendly negro that can kill you but loves everybody trope, and they used his death to just push some narrative forward to set up the one verified queer character as a villain. They got they ass in a vehicle and rolled right over another Black character, and another queer character. Chile...

♡ Little Cato!!!

My precious have not been getting some good for too long, and I have had it. He’s not focused on so much this season as he is in the background of other people’s stories, but a very important takeaway is and will always be that Little Cato, aside from Fox, really was the only one here who consistently treated her like she mattered, so it made a lot of sense that he could be the catalyst for her finally having ENOUGH with these people.

I really wish that he could have found out the truth about his past from Avocato, because that’s really who OWED him that truth, but Ash did the thing that I’d expect and told him, to be honest with him. She even told him that Avocato wanted to tell him and that she took that right away from him, because she didn’t believe he deserved it, and I’m respecting her for that, too. I wish she could see how much it hurt Little Cato for her to try to take him away from his home.

Little Cato has lived before, for a while, and he’s not mature enough to behave as a man, but he at least has a loving foundation to draw from, and having had that support, this is more of his home than it is Ash’s. He doesn’t know how to explain that to her, and she doesn’t know how to understand that for him. Just a tragic situation for two kids with a lot of problems.

♡ Quinn Ergon & Gary Goodspeed

Quinnary notes that might not be featured in the BFCD Reviews by Nesha: (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) rundown -

I've had two favorite parts of this season so far and they're very mediocre things that you wouldn't think would be like my favorite part but they are. One of them was that the first thing Gary does when she wakes up is to ask her about her sister (someone obviously very important to her who he's previously promised to allow to let live through Quinn's memory and says he wants to hear about her when he's trying to keep Quinn from dying). Because... He really did care and wasn't just saying something to keep her.

Quinn's mother fucked her up in a way that is so frustrating because Black mamas really will traumatize you about their younger kids. That shit hurt. You showed your daughter dead bodies to make her think about that in the event that your other daughter might be in battle? Bitch wtf

Whenever we say that Black girls are programmed to put everybody ahead of us, that's unfortunately not just including Society, it's in households too. And Quinn comes from this place where that is her reality... Then she meets Gary and he doesn't even register for her as anything special. He doesn't appear impressive or incredible in any way... But he (admittedly) weirdly locks on to her and shares himself - thinking that he's showing himself to her, and ultimately he DOES. And he wants to see her too, beyond all this, who she is, at her most humane. He wants to know about her sister. About someone who mattered to her enough to have the helm of her trauma when she was out of touch with reality. Very soft. Very sweet.

The other was when they were talking about how they met and stuff and Gary absolutely cringed thinking about how corny he was when he approached this woman. A lot of dudes never do that. The complaint of earlier seasons that Gary was overbearing, obsessive and creepy , if you missed the fact that he has terrible abandonment issues from his father’s death and his mother’s rejection, here we have him, in his adult state, looking back at the way he was and being embarrassed about it, and that’s growth!

A close third is whenever at the beginning of the Season he says "Quinn it's been a month eventually you have to open up to me about what you've been through" and she says "I will in time" and he respects it but he reiterates that he's there whenever she needs him. I don't think that people realize how revolutionary that kind of statement is especially for a character like Quinn to hear - who has always felt like she had to take charge, had to take the lead, had to make the sacrifice.

Even when she realized that she was dying, she didn't want to burden him with the information. Not even like ‘a thing that she knew if that could help prevent it and she didn't want him to have to go after it,’ but... she didn't even want him to have to deal with knowing about it!

Maybe she thought that she would just drop, maybe she didn't realize that he was going to have to see her in that condition. And then once she realized that he was going to have to see her in that condition one of the first things she says is "I should have told you." Girl is on her deathbed wishing she had done it differently, for Gary's benefit.

I saw somebody on Twitter tried to come for her about not going to Gary after he killed Fox (you know, shortly after her surgery to save her from the very brink of death, and listen... Quinn comes to see about Gary when she can. She’s done it several times. In fact, I’ma make a whole POST about Quinn and Gary moments SPECIFICALLY to point out to haters in the main tag - where they got Quinn Ergon, and by extension, me, FUCKED UP.

Stop Playing in Quinn Face

HI! HELLO. ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS SEASON IS THAT QUINN AND GARY JUST FUCKED. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THANKS. OK. Back 2 bidness

See.. after Gary and Quinn got over the humps of Quinn’s Final Space poisoning... everyone got it... nobody told her until Avocato was mad and told her during a lash out, and let me say something about Avocato’s fucking audacity this season...

♡ Avocato (Note: His name is A-V-O-C-A-T-O. Some of y’all be tryna stan and y’all can’t even spell his name.)

I done seent Avacata, Avocata... That’s not that dude name. Be writing whole ass expositions about some other Ventrexian n*gga. Hope this helps:

AVOCATO. Listen, boy. YOU decided to be a traitor to your people and your king and queen. YOU decided to dedicate your cause to the Lord Commander and lied to your son his entire life about killing his parents, raising him, and never talking to him about it.

Yet and STILL - whenever you had the chance to finally tell him, you ain’t do the shit. Lord Commander gave you the perfect ass opportunity - WHEN IT CAME UP, and even then, with that boy looking you dead in the face and being glad that now he knows everything... you ain’t Ventrexian man up.

Then, whenever you were supposed to be checking on Gary after his traumatic murder fight with Fox and Invictus, you turned it around and literally made it about you. attacking him in the process and only after a physical fight did you apologize. (And y’all still didn’t get back to what had happened to Gary, which was no real fault of his own).

Fast forward to after you willingly agreed to stay behind and fight and y’all lost. Now, it was Quinn’s turn to be the center of your blame and you lashed out at her because everybody is dying, despite the fact that y’all agreed to stay behind and fight, nobody even told her that y’all were sick, AND you still wasn’t 100 with Little Cato.

You just had a lot of mothafuckin audacity this season, Avocato, and I personally was not here for the shit. Even when Ash blasted yo ass, your main thought was to threaten to kill her if she took Little Cato, instead of assuring her that despite what you’ve done, Little Cato was safe with you. No, she wouldn’t have listened to you. But, the words you chose tell us about who you are and how you are. You a war mongering killer that don’t ever take responsibility for his shit, and even in those brief moments that you do, its always somebody else’s problem.

I’da thunk that LC getting snatched away would be humbling for you, but I guess you were chosen by the writers for minimal growth. Bye, Avocato. Witcha bitch ass. We is not cool right now, but you do you. Hope you find some growth up there in ya ass, where ya head been. 😁 Can’t believe I mourned yo ass. You coulda stayed dead as hell.

FINALE NOTES:

OK BITCH OK THIS FINALE WAS HYPE!

Let me pull it up so that I can liveblog it for the shit that I need to conclude this journey.

We start out after Ash done took Little Cato and burnt off. Gary and AVOCATO done said they finna go get they son. Chile, I cannot handle Biskit voice. I like that lil’ dude but ya voice, Mane. I can’t with it.

OK OK OK... Whenever Quinn comes up to Gary to talk to him and say potential goodbyes, she look like she wanna say some and that makes me think about whenever she looked like she wanted to say something in season 1 and didn’t. Quinn as grown a lot in her feelings for Gary, but she still has that hard time with talking about her feelings, but I love that you can see them in her face.

Chile... these folk was kinda taking they time gettin started, huh? Knuckas, do y’all remember that everybody finna die of FS poisoning? Lol. Also... why didn’t they start hallucinating and shit? I guess its not until it covers ya face?

NIGHTFALL. 😥 I love you, Sis. I miss you. But, “Because I’m you and WE think of everything...” YES. I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT! EVERYBODY EXPECTS QUINN TO THINK OF EVERYTHING AND WHENEVER THEY DON’T THINK OF THE THINGS, SHE GETS BLAMED FOR MAKING THE TOUGH DECISIONS THAT NOBODY ELSE COULD EVEN MAKE. Underappreciated, really. And people still mark Nightfall as a villain, despite the fact that she not only sacrificed herself, but also came specifically to help another Gary. Sidenote - Nightfall didn’t actually pursuit Quinn’s Gary until Quinn was trapped in Final Space and she thought she got a signal from him. So, I’m still salty AF that she been labelled as a villain just because people don’t like her, when her actions have all been to try to help. Here is no difference. She thought of the things that she didn’t think a younger version of her would think of, and left it for Quinn to find. Nightfall be on RNS, and most of y’all didn’t deserve her.

Quinn’s identity crisis is so sad, but I liked that Nightfall EVEN thought about that. And Sheryl... you kinda starting to grow on me. I hate to give shitty mothers who find compassion in old chance a try, but she do seem to really be giving it a go.

Ash is so fucked up that she rushes right into the devil’s arms. This reminds me of when trafficking victims go back to their abusers because they don’t have the resources to adjust in the system. 😪 She REALLY believes what she’s saying. She really feels like Little Cato is safer with Invictus with the Team Squad. That’s sad as fuck, bruh.

THE. ACTING. AND. ARTWORK. IN. THIS. CONFRONTATION. SCENE.

Avocato... I’m proud of you for FINALLY taking responsibility ad opening up about it. Little Cato’s reaction is precisely how kids in the system are, as well. They wanna be at home with their parents, no matter who their parents are or what they’ve done. and Avocato meant what he said and did what I referred to earlier as “Ventraxian man up.”

“I’m sorry we failed you,” from Gary was so important. Because, they technically did fail her. Had Ash seen the same amount of love from Gary as she’s seen him give to others, she might have been more receptive to the truth and less susceptible to lies. But, as she had just said earlier, it was too late for kind words. She’s currently beyond accepting them from him. For a brief moment, it breaks through, but without that ability to know love from an adult properly, she can’t accept that apology right now.

H.U.E. with his big robot, Lord Commander...EYE. There’s so much happening right now bitch processing has left the room girl. Biskit did so damn much this episode. And it was good to see everybody on the team have a moment to help things, instead of like one person having to handle the bulk of things.

Quinn’s begging voice... its such a contrast from whenever she sent out the SOS in season 1 and was afraid and angry. Like... the desperation here shows her softness.

Ash’s RAGE Bitch...

Gary’s “I love you...” She looked so happy! And then she just sat with it. I feel like she definitely loves him too, but she doesn’t communicate that way. But, her FACE. She was just... did she think that he didn’t before, or was she just speechless because she didn’t expect to hear it? Because, we gotta be real... Sis probably has not ever heard those words from anybody before. And that first time, when it’s really there is a DOOZIE. She had an abusive mother, a seemingly jealous or competitive sister, and we saw how nobody in the Infinity Guard respected her ass when she was serving them the real. I think this is the first time she’s been in love or felt it and when Gary said it, she had to collect herself. The way she ran to him and jumped into his arms??? SHIPPING CRACK. And Mooncake was a part of their hug too. I have a lot of feelings about this dynamic since Quinn and Mooncake are the only characters that we’ve seen Gary have these “love at first sight” reactions to and Mooncake is the first character that I recall Quinn being nice to in S1.

So.. my heart was very full when they ripped it from my chest moments later. Mooncake has been watching Team Squad members be self sacrificing for a little while now, and he loves his family and Gary so much that he rushes straight towards danger. (Sure, I don’t think that he estimated how powerful Ash could be at this moment), but he had to at least consider that he might be caught or left behind.

Bitch, Ash is GONE. She said, “Fuck all y’all!” Not knowing whether or not Mooncake is destroyed makes it very hard for me to know how much I can stand this, but I also want to hope that he is gonna survive. Quinn having to make the decision to lightfold is hella sad, but even though Gary is destroyed, he has to know that this is exactly how Ash must’ve felt whenever he had to make the call to leave Fox behind. She hated to do that to Gary. She even seemed more regretful about it than Gary did whenever he had to leave Fox and when he left Ash. Sure, its because she loves him more than he loved Fox and Ash, but its a terrible position to be in to have to hurt somebody you love like that. On the other hand, they gave her hella shit for them not escaping when could have the first time, so naturally, she was going to make this decision.

It very much sucks that Invictus is free and my brain can’t eeem FATHOM what that means for everything and everybody, but the Final Space poisoning left the Team Squad’s system, so maybe there is a rejuvenation of some sort in Invictus’ power? Or does Final Space poisoning leave your system as soon as you leave Final Space? I don’t think that was clarified.

Anyways, I still don’t hate Ash. Y’all can say whatever about it, but I see sad white boys get forgiven all day every day on this site, and I’m upset, but I’m not letting my baby go. I’m not cheering her on, but unless she dies, I’m gonna hope for the best for her, like I said here.

DAMN this season was some shit. Ionknow if I’m emotionally capable of watching another season of Final Space in progress. If they make it back for another season, I will most likely just wait until the end to dive in and let them shock my senses all at once instead of on a weekly goddamn basis, because GODDAMN GODDAMN GODDDAMN!

@andromidagalaxie @daintyurbanprincess @shslargue @space-finally The Quinnary Moments Masterlist probably won’t be ready by Quinn’s birthday, since her birthday is the day before Juneteenth, but I’ve started on a little fic that I might have the first installment of posted by then. We shall see.

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Here is my JOURNEY during my first watch of the first two seasons of the show. (I watched Season 3 in progress and waited until it was over to write up this review) and my probably incoherent tag of whenever I do me a lil’ liveblogging: Nesha Watches Final Space, and here is my review on Quinnary: BFCD Reviews by Nesha: (Quinn Ergon/Nightfall x Gary Goodspeed) FINAL SPACE

#Final Space #BFCD Reviews by Nesha #Nesha Watches Final Space #Nesha Watches #Quinn Ergon #Quinn Ergon commentary #Final Space season 3 #Final Space spoilers #long post

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Shadamy Swordland | Ch 1 | The Hayloft

In reference to this post Sorry if it’s a little long!I might add a second chapter to this. I got carried away and alrady wrote the draft, aaah! ^^

The Chaos energy that we know from the canon is seen here as a source of magical powers. One can master spells and learn the sacred arts to perform them. Special thanks to @shadamyheadcanons for writing all these beautiful headcanons. You may not know, but your writings are a huge inspiration to me and brighten up my day (: I’m not even sure whether I write well, but here goes, lol! ___________________________________________

There’s a hidden entrance to the hayloft above the stables-building where Shadow used withdraw himself after a day of training his students or intense swordfights. It’s accessed by a ladder, stuffed away in a dark corner of the stables-building. One must know about it’s existence to use it or one will not even find it. To keep it like this, Shadow told no one about it, so he’d be left alone, even if he has a pleasant home to go to. His house was located near the central square on the academy and therefore way too noisy for him. Shadow liked the quiet so he could think. He was sensitive to incentives, which could be a blessing and a curse all at once. In addition to the crowdy location of his home, there’d also be the many, many encounters he’d have with young female students who always ‘happened’ to run into him on his way home that he’d rather go without. Notorious for being an excellent swordsman and a noble too, there’d always be female students trying to catch his eye. When both not intending to engage in nor interested in any romantic affair, he’d also feel extremely awkward not knowing how to let them down easily. He had a reputation of being blunt and did not want to add to it. Especially after he’d been called to the board to explain why there had been gossips around the academy about a romantic involvement with one of his students, Amy Rose.

He made clear to the board there was no such thing going on between them and offendedly told them that their presupposition was to be unheard of. He was her superior, she was his trainee. It was unthinkable that he’d become romantically involved with her. Even more so because he was a noble and she was not. No, Shadow had no interest in romance whatsoever. His work as a trainer and duty as a knight was too important to him and he did not let anything distract him from that. And so he returned to his hayloft, alone. Or so it seemed…

A cloaked Amy Rose snuck out of the trainees’ dorm in the middle of the night, remaining in the shadows of the academy buildings. When unable to avoid stepping into the range of the torchlights on the streets, she used her special skill to briefly turn invisible and disappeared into the shadows again. No one would catch a glimpse of her. She’d been doing it for about two months now and became more skilled in the art of hiding, blending into the background and admitted to herself that she even enjoyed sneaking around. Checking for the last time to see if the coast was clear, she placed her boots on the spurts of the ladder and carefully climbed up. Once she made it to the stables-building, she was safe. No one would come around at this hour and it was far away from the dorm. And that meant she didn’t have to be quiet anymore. A wave of excitement rushed through her as she stepped further, peaking around one of the wooden support-beams. Her trainer and now secret lover was napping in the hay, a twig of wheat between his lips, armor and sword removed. Even without any of it he was still extremely handsome.

“You’re here.” “Hey you!” Amy felt caught. She kept forgetting how well developed his senses were. A heat gushed to her cheeks. “Did no one see you?” “No. Surprisingly, there wasn’t anyone out there tonight.” Amy stepped in on him, out of the small, faint light that managed to beam into the loft. “Lucky you.” “I am. I get to spend time with you.” She seductively winked at him. “We see each other almost every day. I would say we already spend a lot of time together.” “Yes, but almost never can I do this…” Amy bent over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Shadow then grasped her wrists and pulled her into him to passionately return her gesture and playfully pulled her over into the stack of hay he laid in. Twigs of straw flew up around them and the old, wooden floors creaked at her landing, slightly startling the horses in the stables beneath them. Cloak and rapier were taken off to be placed near his sword and amor. Besides her room at the dorm and the bathing facility, this was the only place where she’d put her sword away. Even when their district wasn’t engaged in a war currently, there were lots of obscure figures around with bad intentions and she should be able to handle them herself at all times. But not here. She was safe around him and could even pretend to be a damsel in destress if she wanted. She properly sat next to him, being handed a handmade clay cup with fresh water, which was all he could provide her up here. It was unevenly round and was a steal from the dorm-kitchen.

“Sadly you cannot. I was called to the board a few days ago.” “What? Why?” “They asked me to explain the apparently present gossips about us being romantically involved. I believe they bought my story, seeing how the apologized for the improper assumption after my offended reaction.” “There’s gossips about us? That’s bad! I cannot imagine who would have caught onto us. We’ve been really careful.” Amy chewed her lip and drew a sorrowfully face, staring at her reflection in the cup.

“Beats me.” “So, what did you tell them?” “I might have raised my voice and angrily scolded them for daring to accuse me of such foul, improper behaviour, you know?” Shadow said with a neutral expression. Amy heaved a sigh. “Plagues, Shadow! You really said that? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course that’s what you said!” “What are you being so dramatic for? It is in fact one of the very few assets that comes with the title of being a noble.” “You’re hopeless. Others will despise you for this kind of behaviour.” “What business do I have with others? Besides, they’re already not very fond of me. I’m an outsider and always will be. Anyway, we have got to be extra cautious from now on. They let me off with a warning, but this is serious.” “Serious, how?” “If they have the slightest proof that something is in fact going on, I’ll be suspended from training students and you’ll…” A long pause followed while Shadow looked away from her.

“You’ll be refrained from participating in battles, not allowing you to advance in your training or education. Worst case scenario might be that you’ll even be transferred to another academy.” “Aaargh! That’s so unfair!”

Amy intensified the grip on the cup enough to cause a crack in the enamel and angrily muttered about the ways she could scold the board for being this unreasonable. If it weren’t the middle of the night her somewhat impulsive, hot-headed nature might’ve gotten the best of her, storming off to the board to give them a piece of her mind. That was if they’d even let them see her. It wasn’t her place, coming from a lower-rank family. She furiously hated the hierarchy in the world and let out a curse. Shadow then grabbed her face and accidentally squeezed her muzzle a little too hard. Interrupting her many wrath-driven ideas to change the board’s vision, she was now forced to look at him. “I’m telling you now: you are NOT to mingle in this! I forbid it.”

“You forbid it?!” Amy broke away from his grip, bewildered and offended by his statement. “Yes, I forbid it. One of the benefits of being both your trainer and your lover. You’ll only make things look more suspicious.” An angry frown appeared on her face. “It’s not okay that they have that much power! I hate it! It shouldn’t matter! It doesn’t matter how big the gap between us is! I don’t understand how you’re not upset about this?!” “Fire and torments, Amy!” Shadow yelled at her. “Just get over it! Both our futures are at stake here! You have great potential to become a fine swordswomen and I’m not just saying that because you’re my trainee.” “So, our career-perspective is all that matters to you?” A sudden cold gushed through his body and Shadow’s face grew pale, leaving his hands to tremble and fists clenched. “How dare you say that to me?!” He whirled around, pushed her down and bent over her. The heart that had eagerly anticipated being with him tonight was now afraid of him for the first time in her life. It cramped inside her chest in fear, but that feeling faded to be replaced with a mixture of compassion and sadness when she caught his gaze. “BLAST, women! You’re the only person I choose to hang out with voluntarily. THE ONLY ONE!” A crack in his voice ended his scream. Startled by his outburst and her own false accusations, mean even in a way, Amy fell quiet. He wasn’t angry. He was afraid! Afraid to lose her. Shadow turned his face away from her, swallowed and bitterly stated: “If that’s what you think of me, you’d better take lea-“ Amy leaned in on Shadow, pulling him into her and silenced his doubts with a passionate, yet tender kiss. The hands that were clenched together as fists just a moment ago, opened up and slid under her back to lift her in his arms, holding her closer to his body. Her heartrate changed into a different pace, still rapid, but now driven by the intimate connection between them. She broke away from their kiss, eyes tearing up. “I don’t! At all!” He nodded at her once, closing the remaining distance between them again before she could entirely finished her sentence. He not only locked lips with her once more, but lifted her muzzle with his index-finger to force her gaze upon his. Amy then clasped her hands onto his back, slightly losing touch with reality with every touch. She ran her fingers through his quills in ways that made him shiver, returning his hasty, impatient ways of loving her. Shadow’s lips found their way to the soft lines that formed her jaw, then her neck and softly, heatedly blew in her ear, sending a hot rush through her veins. Abruptly he sat up. “Shadow, wha-“ He silenced her at once. His ears then twitched. Did he hear something? She held her breath. Suddenly the least of background sounds were highly present and she couldn’t differentiate them anymore. Luckily, as a feature of the ultimate lifeform, he was more than qualified to. When he breathed out at last, she followed his lead. “False alarm. I thought I heard something there for a minute.” Already leaning in to pick up where they left, Shadow was stopped by Amy. “Hey…I’m really sorry about before…” “Just promise me that you’ll stay out of it.” “I’ll bear with it.” “It’s only until you graduate. Now, can we please drop the subject?”

“Sure thing, my lord.”

She stuck out her tongue, knowing he hated to be called that and gave him a playful push, but was suddenly startled by the sound of a crack coming from the ladder. “Someone’s here!” She whispered with eyes wide open. She panicked, grasped in the direction of her belt to find that her sword still laid on the haystack and rushed over to get it. Being followed by Shadow, who also gathered his armor and sword and pulled her close to him. She looked at him in confusion. “Trust me, I have a trick up my sleeve: Chaos Control.” Having arrived at his house by teleportation caused by what Amy guessed was a high level sacred art spell, she heavily breathed out the tension in her body.

“That was amazing! How did you…What kind of spell was that?!”

“Plagues, Amy! Your cloak!”

“No, no, no!” she called out in despair, but regained hope when Shadow pointed out this was an excellent occasion for her to use her special skill.

He warped them back to the stables and hid somewhere, waiting for her to come back with the cloak.

Amy turned invisible and entered the spurts of the ladder as quiet as possible.

She quickly scanned the loft for the stranger. Her vision became more blurry when using her special skill, which was one of the downsides of it.

She was in luck: there was no one around. The other must have left.

There it was!

She swiftly footed her way to the piece of clothing, grabbed it and turned around to leave.

In the blink of an eye Amy regained visibility when a hand cupped her mouth from behind.

Amy let out a muffled cry.

The free hand of the stranger pushed her arms behind her back and fumbled the cloth around them.

“Surprise!”

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Becky my beloved <3

how are you?

I will be asking to rank all Kurt ships you can think with as much of an explanation as you want ✍️

hope your day is going well 🧡

Myle my beloved <3

I'm not too bad! Kinda stressed over work this week, but it could be worse. I hope you're well!

I don't have a ton of energy to go all out with explanations (I wrote this and then gave an explanation with every single one but shhhh). In lieu of the amount of detail I'd like to provide, please accept these links to previous things I've posted about my opinions of Kurt ships:

Kartie/Kody, Puckurt/St Hummel/Chummel, Kelliott/Kadam/Hevans/Kandler/Kalter, top 10 (now outdated)

I also once posted a tier list of my Kurt ships so feel free to take a look at that! It also may or may not have changed since. My top 3-4 are pretty solid, and after that things can vary quite a bit based on how I'm feeling at the moment.

I'm going to limit this post to pairs rather than poly ships because then there would just be far too many combinations...

ANYWAY. Ranked list of Kurt ships under the cut :)

Kurtbastian. I don't think I need to explain myself, but this dynamic is absolutely everything to me. The intensity, the drama, the sexual tension, everything they are is just so so so perfect for each other and I love them.

Kelliott. I love Kurtbastian because they're a great story, but I love Kelliott because they feel real. If Kurt Hummel were a real actual person, I would want him to be with Elliott Gilbert.

Klaine. The ship that got me into fanfic. That being said... I think I love them more for the fandom than for their canon relationship at this point. Which is totally fine, since basically all of the ships I love are due to fandom if not my own personal thoughts on the characters involved <3

Puckurt. Pansexual!Noah Puckerman in love with Kurt Hummel and willing to defend his honour? Not giving a shit what people have to say about him because He Loves Kurt and he won't be ashamed of who he is and he's just So! Proud! Of his boyfriend!! And Kurt just rolls his eyes and tells Puck he can take care of himself and Puck just looks at him and smirks and says "I know you can" and then they're making out against a wall in a locker room and... I'm gonna stop before I get carried away, but. Yeah. Puckurt my beloved.

Kadam. I'm sometimes guilty of forgetting about them and I'm so mad every single time because they are so cute!! So good!!! Like PLEASE ADAM IS A SWEETHEART and Glee did us so dirty by not giving this relationship a real chance.

Wert. Wesley Montgomery needs to be defended at all costs. This is based solely on fanfiction, and most of that is my own fanfiction lol I accidentally wrote myself into shipping them and now I can't stop.

St Hummel. This would be the most chaotic relationship imaginable but oh god would it be funny as hell.

Hevans. They are very very sweet and the fact that Sam wasn't bi is a crime. Sam clearly had such a high opinion of Kurt throughout the entire damn show, and they should have been together.

Chummel. Mike is a sweetheart. I'm having visions of very hands-on dance lessons that very quickly veer into not-quite-dance-lessons-anymore because Mike is getting right up in Kurt's space to help him move and... well, you get the idea.

Brokurt. Brody deserved better then the show gave him. And he's also so clearly not entirely straight. Let him have a fling with Kurt PLEASE.

Kartie. They would be sweet. I'm not a HUGE fan of Artie but I do think he could be a good boyfriend, and I could imagine him and Kurt being really supportive of each other and their talents being very complimentary.

Kandler. I don't think this would work long term, but I think Chandler is such a fun character and it would have been neat to see where this could go. Maybe a fun little summer fling to boost Kurt's confidence, you know? They part on good terms, go their own ways for school at the end of the summer, if they ever run into each other back home they're friendly and give each other a hug.

Kurtofsky. I'll be honest; I used to really hate this ship. I don't hate it anymore though. In canon? Ehhh, still don't really see it ever happening. Fanon, however, I could see it. And the art that I've seen is gorgeous. I could see this moving up over time; the more I think about it, the more it grows on me tbh.

Kalter. I actually don't hate this. Don't love that Walter lied on the app, but he was upfront on their first date. And I don't think he was taking advantage of Kurt, and the age difference doesn't really bother me (it's not idea especially considering Kurt was still not that long out of high school at this point, but given it's television and he was made out to seem older I can let it slide). I think this was a fine little short relationship and neither of them were all that invested in it, but I don't like... actively enjoy it or anything haha.

Kooper. Honestly the level of awe/obsession/whatever that Kurt had for Cooper upon meeting him turns me off this ship a little bit. I don't hate it or anything, I just don't really see it. Absolutely give me brother-in-laws Kooper ganging up to tease Blaine, though!

Kody. I am very much pro slutty Kurt trying to get it on with a sexy man, but I just... this particular man gives me the heebie jeebies, you know? It's just Not It for me, sorry.

Kinn. No hate to anybody who does like this ship, and like I get it, but a) they're canonically brothers and even in a verse where they aren't I still can't put that aside, and b) I don't really like Finn as a character do I don't enjoy thinking about him and Kurt together romantically. I can enjoy some fanon brotherly Furt content, but that's about all. My apologies.

#am I forgetting some ships? probably. remembering is hard.#but there are 17 here and I think that's pretty sexy of me #glee #kurt ships #kurt hummel #mine #ask #awkwardcaterpillar #my opinions #my rankings #I'm not gonna tag all the ships...#there are a lot and like. all the actual content is under a cut anyway #don't click if you don't want to see a specific Kurt ship #regardless of what the ship is... it's probably mentioned lmao

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scars and swords: chapter 3

Y/N had been a Freedom Fighter her whole life alongside Jet, her first love and closest friend. They had been together through thick and thin, no matter the circumstance. When they decide to leave the vigilante life behind and move to Ba Sing Sei, they’re reunited with the Gaang and things take an unexpected twist.

ch. 2

pairings: jet x f!reader, sokka x f!reader

warnings: still angsty lol

a/n: thank you all again for all the support on this fic, it means so much to me! i hope you all enjoy how the story goes this chapter, i tried to keep the angst up as always. now that i’m posting my work i’ve set myself on a higher standard so i may post chapters late, mainly because i’m starting to get more critical on myself and it takes me time to feel fully satisfied with a chapter. but again, thank you all so so much for reading and for all your feedback! enjoy!

The whole way back to the hideout Y/N couldn’t stop replaying her and Jet’s fight in her head. After the Fire Nation burned down their village, Y/N had no one else but Jet. They had each other’s support and love. And now, the one person Y/N had left had told her to leave his life.

“Mom, dad! Where are you?” Y/N said as she walked into her Earth kingdom home. “I just got back from Jet’s house.” She walked further into her home. Y/N heard voices from the bedroom. She crept closer as she noticed Fire Nation soldiers interrogating her parents. Thankfully for her, they hadn’t noticed she walked in.

“We know there’s an Earthbender in this village. You can’t hide them forever.” The Fire Nation soldier said as he burst a flame from his fist and shot it slightly over her father’s head. Her mother and father sat on the small bed, fear in their eyes. Y/N’s father held up his hands in a forfeit.

“We don’t know who it is, we swear!” He said, “Just please, spare my family.” He put his arm around Y/N’s mother as they both bowed their heads. The Fire Nation soldier shot another flame, this time, directly towards Y/N’s parents’ feet, burning them. Y/N screamed when she saw this and quickly covered her mouth. The Fire Nation soldier turned his head to Y/N, smiling.

“Well, look what we have here.” He said as he walked towards the 7-year-old. Y/N started running away from him, but the soldier was able to catch up to her and stand in front of her. He pulled her arms and brought her to where her parents were. She sat next to her mother as tears rolled down Y/N’s face. The two Fire Nation soldiers stood in front of the family.

“Looks like we’re going to have to burn this village down. But at least the family will be together,” The soldier said in a mocking tone. They both laughed and shot fire blasts all around the room, running out. Y/N’s mother and father covered her with their bodies.

“We’re going to get you out of here, Y/N.” Y/N’s father said as he lifted her up. He pushed her out the window. Right as she made it out of the house, the flames grew and caused the roof of her house to come down. Y/N jumped back, but her arm got caught by a flame, scalding her arm. She screamed as she realized her parents were stuck in the fire.

“Y/N move back!” Jet said as he pulled her up and away from the burning house. The two kids ran further into the forest, away from the fire. Y/N kept looking back at the village, crying.

“Our parents, Jet, our parents!” She said while trying to pull back from Jet’s grip. He held her back, putting his arm around her to calm her down.

“I know, Y/N but we can’t do anything about it now. Pull it together.” He said as he turned her to face him. Tears were rolling down both of their faces. He noticed the burn on Y/N arm.

“Did they do this to you?!” Jet said angrily. Y/N shook her head.

“I got it when I was climbing out of the house.” She said as she raised her arm to look at it. Her skin was peeling and red, but she couldn’t feel much pain. Nothing could distract her from what she had just witnessed.

“I’ll protect you from now on. No one and nothing will ever hurt you again. We will always have each other. You will always have me, Y/N.” Jet said with a serious tone. He wiped his tears as he pulled her into an embrace. The two of them stood at the edge of the forest, watching their village and their parents getting burned to the ground.

The sounds of traps going off startled Y/N as she looked around the forest. Pipsqueak and Smellerbee were caught in traps while Sokka ran away from them. Y/N ran towards Sokka.

“Sokka, wait!” She said as she wiped her tears from her face. He began running further away from her. Y/N didn’t hesitate to match his speed.

“Get away from me!” He yelled as he pulled his boomerang out, threatening to throw it at her.

“I’m not going to capture you, Sokka.” She said as she ran closer to him. He slowed his running until he came to a stop. Y/N ran up and caught up to him, standing in front of him. He put his boomerang away.

“I don’t know if I can trust you enough to believe that.” He said, crossing his arms. Y/N sighed and rubbed her arm.

“You have every right to say that. I was dishonest about Jet and this plan. I’m really sorry about it. I knew about the plan and I should’ve stopped Jet.” She paused for a moment and looked down. “I guess I just got caught up in my feelings for him. It screwed up my judgment. And because of that, that entire Earth Kingdom village is going to die.” She sighed. Sokka looked at her with pity.

“That’s not true, we still have time to save them. We can evacuate the village.” He said with hope. She looked up to him and smiled. They both headed down to the village, which thankfully wasn’t too far from where they were.

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After evacuating the village, they headed back to the hideout. Jet, Katara, Aang, and the rest of the Freedom Fighters were nowhere to be found.

“Looks like they’re still at the reservoir. I’ll be back, then we’ll head to the reservoir to meet them.” Y/N said as she began going up to her hut.

“I’ll get Appa,” Sokka said as he headed out of the forest. Y/N gave him a strange look, but before she could ask who or what Appa was he had left.

Evacuating the village gave her time to forget about her fight with Jet, but now she realized she had to leave. Leaving the Freedom Fighters and Jet was the last thing she thought she would ever do. They were all her family, and regardless of everything Jet would put them through Y/N still loved him and every single Freedom Fighter.

When Y/N had gotten her stuff, she headed back down the treehouse. Sokka noticed how she was carrying her bag and gave her a confused look.

“Why do you need all your stuff?” He said. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sky bison before her.

“What is that?!” She said as she pointed to the fuzzy creature. Sokka smiled.

“This is Appa, Aang’s flying bison,” Sokka said as he pet Appa’s arm. Y/N walked up toward Appa. She reached her arm out to pet him when something jumped on her head. She yelped and moved back, which caused Sokka to burst into laughter. Y/N squinted her eyes at him.

“And this is Momo,” Sokka said as the winged lemur sat on Appa’s saddle. Sokka climbed onto Appa and reached his arm out to Y/N.

“Wait, are we getting to the reservoir on that?” Y/N said as she stared at Sokka’s extended arm.

“What? You have a fear of heights or something?” Sokka said, mockingly. Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed his arm. She put her stuff in the saddle as Sokka went up to the front to control Appa’s reins. Momo curled himself next to Y/N as she settled into the saddle.

“Appa, yip yip,” Sokka said as he led the sky bison into the air. Y/N looked down from the saddle as they began to ascend. She was so amazed. Her awe was interrupted by Sokka.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sokka said to her. Y/N sighed as she leaned into the saddle on her arms.

“Jet and I kind of got into a huge fight. He basically told me to leave, so.” She said as she shrugged her shoulders. Sokka furrowed his brows.

“Why did he do that?” He asked. Y/N was silent for a bit causing Sokka to realize he might’ve overstepped. “You don’t have to tell me, I don’t mean to overstep.” He continued. Y/N shook her head.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She said, reassuring him. “He told me about how you had found out about the plan and I kept telling him how the plan would have messed up. Jet got mad that I kept defending you. He thought I had feelings for you and basically got jealous.” Y/N bit her cheek to hold her tears back as she began reliving what had happened.

“He ended up telling me to leave and go with you guys, saying you would protect me better or something. So I said fine.” Y/N sighed. “Katara and Aang heard everything, but I left before anything else happened.” Sokka took a moment to take it all in.

“I’m sorry about how he got jealous, and I’m sorry I kind of caused that,” Sokka said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You don’t need to apologize. Jet’s the jealous type, if I talk to Longshot for too long he’ll assume something’s up.” Y/N said to try to lighten the mood. Sokka and her laughed.

“If you don’t mind me asking though, why didn’t you stop Jet sooner about the village?” Y/N looked down in embarrassment.

“Jet and I came from the same village. And when it got burned down, he was all I had. We took care of each other, you know? And for the most part, we both were angry at the Fire Nation.” Y/N winced in embarrassment. “So we kinda did reckless stuff. But as we got older, my mentality changed I guess. I started realizing how we were hurting innocent people. Jet never saw it that way. He still doesn’t.”

“You said something about your feelings though. Towards Jet?” Sokka questioned. Y/N stayed silent for a moment, making Sokka feel like he had overstepped again. Before Sokka could take his statement back, Y/N spoke up.

“As I got older, I guess I also realized I do have feelings for Jet. I’ve always loved him, but now,” Y/N hesitated, then shook her head. “He doesn’t feel the same way though. I know he doesn’t. He constantly leads me on and I’m stupid enough to fall for it.” Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized that Sokka may have had feelings for her, remembering how he had seen her and Jet on the bridge that day and how he kept acting strangely after that. “Spirits, I didn’t mean to just throw all that on you. I know you saw us on the bridge that day and ever since then you had been a bit weird so I figured you had liked me or something.” She bit the inside of her lip. Sokka shook his head.

“No, it was nothing like that.” He said, reassuring her. “I was just intimidated by Jet, to be honest, I didn’t want him thinking I was stealing his girl or whatever.” Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Sokka continued, “The reason why I stuck around with you so much was that you didn’t seem like Jet. The way you talked to me the first time when we were in the Fire Nation tent versus how Jet talks and acts. I was just kind of disappointed to see you supporting Jet’s ideas sometimes.” Sokka concluded. Y/N couldn’t help but feel hurt after he said that, knowing he was right.

“I know, I,” She paused. “I guess I just love Jet too much sometimes. I don’t want him thinking I don’t appreciate how much he wants to keep me safe and protect me. So I never speak up.”

“You don’t seem like the kind who needs protection though. If you and Jet were in a fight, I’d put my money on you.” Sokka said as he turned around and smiled at her. Y/N looked at him and smiled.

“Thanks, Sokka. I’ve never really opened up to anyone so this helped a lot.” Y/N said to him. Opening up to people was always a challenge for Y/N, but something about Sokka was comforting and made it easy to do.

“Also, since you don’t really have anywhere to go, I trust you. You should join me, Katara and Aang. You’d be a great part of the team. And I know after today, Katara and Aang will trust you again.” Sokka said to her. Before she could respond, they heard a blast. Sokka led Appa above the reservoir. The dam had exploded and water flooded the village. They overheard Katara, Aang, and Jet fighting. Jet was frozen to a tree while Katara turned to face him.

“Jet, you monster!” She yelled to him as her voice began to break.

“This was a victory, Katara. Remember that. The Fire Nation is gone, and this valley will be safe.” Jet said. Before he could continue, Sokka led Appa to the edge of the cliff.

“It will be safe, without you,” Sokka said. Aang and Katara looked at Sokka with relief.

“Sokka!” Katara shouted, relieved to find her brother okay. Y/N peeked her head out from the saddle. Jet was shocked to see her there.

“Y/N.” He said with shock. Y/N looked away from him.

“We warned the villagers of your plan, just in time,” Sokka said as Momo jumped down to Aang’s embrace.

“What?! Y/N you could’ve gotten caught!” Jet said with an astounding look.

“I didn’t go down to the village, Jet. Only Sokka did.” Y/N snapped back.

“At first they didn’t believe me. The Fire Nation soldiers assumed I was a spy. But one man vouched for me, the old man you attacked. He urged everyone to trust me, and we got everyone out in time.” Sokka said. Jet looked to Y/N and back to Sokka.

“Sokka, you fool! We could have freed this valley!” Jet said while Aang jumped onto Appa’s saddle with Momo.

“Who would we free, Jet? Everyone would be dead.” Y/N said, defending Sokka. She looked at Jet in sadness and anger. Jet groaned in frustration.

“You both are traitors!” Jet said angrily, trying to pull himself off of the tree. Y/N looked away from Jet, holding back tears.

“No, Jet. You became the traitor when you stopped protecting innocent people. You became the traitor when you hurt people for Y/N’s namesake.” Sokka spat back. Y/N bit the inside of her lip to prevent her from crying.

“Y/N, please, help me.” He said, giving her a look of helplessness. Y/N looked back at him in remorse and anger. She loved him and she couldn’t leave him like that. Sokka looked to her, her face filled with conflict.

“Y/N, I understand if you want to stay,” Sokka said to her, making sure Jet didn’t hear. She looked to Sokka as she frowned at him.

“I’m sorry, Sokka.” She whispered as she grabbed her stuff off of the saddle, trading places with Katara. Y/N looked back at Katara, Aang, and Sokka. “I can’t just leave him like this.”

“I understand. Just know that if we ever meet again, the invitation still stands.” Sokka said to her, smiling. “Just take care of yourself, please.” With that, Sokka led Appa and the rest of the group into the sky, leaving Jet and Y/N alone on the cliff.

thank you for reading!

#atla #avatar the last airbender #scars and swords fic #sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x f!reader #jet x reader #jet x y/n #jet x f!reader #sokka #jet #jet atla

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