#i don't think i'll hit my one year goal but that's alright

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

9. Bowling

The day had come for your little group date. Somi had promised you she'd go to the arcade with you after bowling if nobody wanted to go but that was highly unlikely since the aespa girls love playing games themselves. Truth be told you were pretty nervous to see everyone again but most importantly minjeong. You haven't spoken since the break up 2 years ago, sure she tried to reach out but you couldn't find any words back then. Once you walked inside the bowling area you quickly spotted the girls and joined them. "are you ready to get your ass kicked today?" aeri asked and you chuckled.

"it isn't a hard thing to do, I suck at this. My goal today is to at least hit one pin each time."

"we ca-"

"don't suggest the bumpers." minjeong quickly cut off jimin. Her gaze falls on you for a second before she looks at jimin again, "I made that mistake years ago and didn't hear the end of it."

"alright no bumpers." jimin clapped her hands, "let's start" everyone entered their nicknames and started the game. Everybody seems to be good at the game, you managed to knock over some pins every single time and at one point even got a spare.

"do you guys want to go to the arcade after this?" you asked as you walked back from you turn.

"I'm down" ningning said as she sipped her drink, " I saw this cute plushie when I walked in so maybe I'll try to get enough points for it."

The game ran smoothly with you and minjeong sharing some glances each time one of you picked up a ball and at one point you sat next to each other. You almost wrapped an arm around her but you quickly caught yourself doing it and brushed it off nonchalantly. At least that's what you thought but by the looks of somi and aeri trying to hold back their laughter you knew how it must've looked from their point of view. To your luck it was the last throw before the game ended and you all returned to the arcade to play some games.

Jimin had challenged you in a 1v1 shooter game, which she won and then you got your revenge by challenging her to a 1v1 race. You had split off from one another after that as you wanted to try the basketball game as she wanted to play whack-a-mole. In the middle of your game minjeong walks up beside you and silently watches you make multiple baskets.

"I see you're still good at this." you thought back to when you were together and went to a fair together and won her a big bear by throwing a ball into the basket.

"it comes naturally." you smile before focusing back on the ring.

“Are you dating her?” She asks bluntly, "somi, are you dating her because she posted some picture and.."

"Why do you want to know?" You threw another ball into the basket.

"I just... Was wondering I guess?" She looked to the side at somi and aeri as she bites her lip. You knew her long enough to know she was thinking about what to say next, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't forget her little habits. "I never meant to hurt you."

The words caught you by Suprise and you threw the next ball a bit to hard, making it bounce on the ring and then fly back towards your face, hitting it full force. "shit!" you quickly pinched your nose as blood started to trickle down your shirt.

"Oh my god are you okay? Does it hurt? Do we need to-" minjeong starts to rattle as the other girls rush towards you once they heard the commotion.

"I'm fine." you tried to reassure everyone but by the looks on their faces it wasn't working so well, "I'll just get some tissues and ice."

"No, I'll go get it. I'll meet you outside." jimin rushed away and the rest of you walked outside the building Into the cold night air.

"I'm sorry." minjeong suddenly said.

"why? Did you throw the ball to her face?" aeri joked.

"She's right you don't have to be sorry" you held eye contact with minjeong, "I just got distracted, that's on me."

"but if i-"

"stop blaming yourself." you cut her off sternly. The air turned a little awkward after that and it felt like an eternity before jimin came back with everything. You thanked her as you placed the ice on your face and they started talking about what to do next.

" should we go to the hospital? It's still bleeding" ningning asked as she noticed the now red tissue.

"no it'll stop. It's not broken or anything so no need for the hospital."

"will you at least let me stay with you?" somi asked and minjeongs reaction didn't go unnoticed. She frowned and send a glare towards somi before looking down to her shoes. " i'm already bringing you home."

"or you could stay with us?" minjeong offered, "there's 4 of us to look out for you if you need anything."

"but none of you can drive." you looked at somi and nodded, "you can stay but don't hover to see if I'm alright, okay?"

"Deal" she smiled and with that you bid your goodbyes to the aespa girls before leaving to your place.

"soooo... What was that with minjeong earlier ? Her saying sorry and you being distracted?" She asked as you got into the car.

"nothing."you sighed as she started to drive away," she just said she didn't mean to hurt me and it caught me off guard. I didn't expect her to bring that up in public and definitely not out of the blue."

Somi hummed as she kept her gaze on the road. You didn't really talk about anything after that and stared outside thinking about today. If you hadn't been so caught up in that stupid game would you've been able to see that she was going to bring it up? Thinking back to it she did look fidgety right before saying it. If that stupid ball didn't hit you in the face, would you have talked about the break up? Your head was coming up with more questions than you could answer and it was clear to you that whatever was going to happen next with minjeong, you'd have to talk about everything and sort some stuff out.

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 748: The sixth and seventh place

Pag 1

1: Keep it up, Rokudai!!

It's past 9pm!!

2: Three hours left....!!

Until we complete the 1000km... there are still

3: 60km!!

Yeah!!

Pag 2

1: 20km in an hour... if we can run 4 laps per hour, we can do it!!

We can reach 1000km!!

Pag 3

1: Yeah!!

4: We can do it!!

Yeah!!

5: Gooo!! Do your best!!

55km left!! Go!!

Will their bottles be enough....

6: Those two can do it

Will they really complete the 1000km? Kinaka and Rokudai

Even though they're first years!!

Pag 4

1: There was also a moment where he seemed to be having a tough time, but Kinaka encouraged him

They looked so fired up now, right!?

They got back up!!

The look in their eyes was terrific!!

2: Sugimoto ran with determination

3: But... this fight is...

He... Sugimoto knows all that well

He's fighting understanding that

4: Kuaaaa

5: Garuaaa

Pag 5

1: It was probably the same for Danchiku

2: Danchiku watched Sohoku running for two years

And Sugimoto for three years....!!

4: So they chose that race!!

Pag 6

1: They chose to fight!!

3: Are you an idiot... Sugimoto

4: If you ... wanted to run with me at our third and last Inter High, you could have stuck behind me, easily, and take the goal that way

5: and become... a member... the “sixth man”

Pag 7

1: You chose a harsh way

2: You were thinking about the team....

4: You were thinking about what you needed to do....

5: That's just like you....

6: You know, Imaizumi, I think, I think it's necessary

7: For our third Inter High members this year, we definitely....!!

Pag 8

2: It's 10pm!!

40km left!!

Pag 9

2: Yeah!!

4: We can do it, Rokudai!!

Yeah!

Let's go, Rokudai!!

Yeah!

5: I confirmed it earlier when we passed through the goal – it's good news, so be glad!!

Yeah!

6: Good news!? Teh!?

7: We have already surpassed the third year Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 10

1: Huh!?

Is he resting? Or is he preserving his strength? We don't know, but anyway it looks like right now Sugimoto-san isn't on the course!!

2: For now, we....

3: Are sixth and seventh place

The “sixth place”....

4: Will become one of the Inter High members!!

Pag 11

1: Mem....

Really!?

2: Wait, teh, I'm getting dizzy

That... wouldn't that be amazing, teh!?

3: It's an hypothesis but, even if Sugimoto-san wants to chase us from here on, there's a “surpassing ban board”, so if we keep running then he can't catch up to us!!

And we'll secure the “sixth place”!!

4: You're so smart, Kinaka-kun!!

5: Right?!

6: Waaaa

A member... it's almost within reach, teh.... that's incredible, teh...!!

Pag 12

1: I'm so glad, teh, Kinaka-kun!!

Yeah!!

No, it's too soon to cry!!

2: I'm so glad we kept on running

There are still 40km left!! Don't lose your pace!!

3: Tears are for after the finish line!!

4: Ahh, it's here, teh... a blan comment, it's been a while

Oi!! I cheer you up and yet you hit me!!

5: But now it touches my heart!!

It's thanks to your encouragement, Kinaka-kun, that I arrived here, teh!!

6: Uhm!!

Pag 13

1: Let's aim for the Inter High!!

Yeah!!

3: Go

4: Go, Rokudai

Pag 14

1: It's only 40km left.... you can do it on your own, Rokudai

2: It hurts-!!

3: I reached my limit for the pain

All the “let's go”, “let's do it” and the encouragement were to deceive you

4: I had to

I've been having leg cramps for a while

5: The “Inter High”

6: Even though it's right before my eyes

It's so frustrating

Pag 15

2: Wha- Rokudai

You moved back before I noticed...

3: If you're tired and need to slow down, tell me it, teh

I'll push you and help you!!

4: Don't underestimate the “helping ability” of a former manager, teh!!

Pag 16

1: Rokudai!!

5: Rokudaiii!!

6: You mean to say “let's still go”!?

7: Is it connecting possibilities? Rokudai's hand!!

Pag 17

1: Don't cry, Kinaka Tsugunao, crying is for after the finish line!!

2: Ah!!

3: Alright, the climb is over, I'll pull you on the downhill!!

4: Yeah, teh!!

Pag 18

1: Waa-teh!? Suddenly I can't keep my balance!!

2: Rokudai!?

3: A flat tire!!

4: Huh, a flat tire!?

Your tires are screaming for the 1000km

Ahh

Dammit!! Mechanical troubles in a time like this!!

5: The tools to repair a flat tire are only at the goal!!

But with a flat tire, on the downhill....!!

We have no choice but to push it slowly downhill!!

Pag 19

1: Hurry!!

2: Ugh-

3: If we go so slow, Sugimoto-san might come!!

4: Sugimoto-san is chasing us, teh!!

Pag 20

1: Sugimoto won't come

2: I've come to bring you a message from Sugimoto

[the-missann]

I don't think I've shared this with anyone besides a friend I don't really talk to anymore; and while I feel extremely nervous sharing them, I'll think I'll ease that by expressing the fact that I'm not an artist. I have been self teaching myself how to draw for years, so if this looks kind of bad, that's why.

Anyways, I obviously like it enough to share, so I am very proud of my work regardless.

That aside, I wanted to detail this story before sharing everything I did for it (I guess this'll be a short series about everything I drew for it).

A Fourth Dimension Reality is a series of books I'm writing about two inter-dimensional kids trying to find out what dimension they're actually apart of. Along the way, they meet other people who are integral to their goal. Each of these characters will be introduced as I go along.

Now, as for the real world logic, I wrote this story after me and that friend were talking about how some shows that are suppose to be comedy/satire lost that along the way.

So, I was determined to make a story where that stays intact even in the finale. Essentially, this is a long shit post that needs to be stopped, but it's still going well into five books with a unfinished total of 100k and seven books officially planned.

Each book ranges from 23k-30k and no book is any longer... yet

So, anyways, here's the actual cover of the first book (I have two more made).

Later on though I ended up drawing something goofy where all the characters find a dimension that does space tours. That was my excuse as to why they don't have shoes (because you don't want to get the dimension dirty do you?)

But this is everyone and presents their personalities pretty well. I'll showcase them separately over the next few days.

For now, this is perfect showcase of this story:

“So this means no one can hear me scream!” Cassie used all of her breath in that howl. Larson groaned and went to hit her, but she moved out of the way and spun slowly in the air. “I can dodge you better out here.” She mocked.

With a growl, Larson said, “this isn’t some kind of joke. We need to do what Jax said.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” She dismissed his comment. “We’ll get there eventually, let’s just have a little fun!”

Larson just stared at Cassie as she continued to spin around happily.

He was brought back to reality when he felt his phone vibrate. “Oh, I forgot,” he answered it swiftly, “you can hear me right?”

Back on Earth, Jax could clearly hear them through the phone. “I’m surprised that it even works! I really didn't think it would.” He said with amazement present in his voice.

“Yeah, doubt me, why don’t you.” Jax laughed at Larson’s remark. “But I’ll try a video call now.”

“Alright.”

Larson was about to press the button when he saw Cassie still spinning around in front of him; he sighed and turned on the video call. Once it came up, he saw a smile grow to Jax’s face.

“So it does work, great.” Jax paused. “Cassie!” He called out.

“Yeah?” She said while turning to look in their direction.

“The video call works.” Jax announced.

“Okay!” She began to slow her spinning down.

Cassie took out her own phone and called Jax once more. She put it on the video call and stuffed the phone inside of her bag. She zipped it closed and turned to Larson.

“Okay, I can see him, so that means we’re good! I’m screen recording so you guys can do whatever you have to.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Larson said.

Cassie huffed. “Stop being so mean. Anyways, we will Jax!” Cassie confirmed.

“Good luck you two!”

With their method of documentation set, they started putting their plan into action. Larson slowly moved over to Cassie.

“Stop acting like a kid and let’s get to work.” He snapped at her.

“You’re so boring. We’re in space dude! We can breathe without astronaut helmets, why not live a little, Lars?”

“Maybe on our next trip.” Larson went ahead and turned back once he was a small distance away from her.

From his jacket pocket, he pulled out the rope he brought. Needing to be as air resistant as possible, he couldn’t carry a bag with him, instead he just already tied the rope around himself and stuffed the other end into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the other end and threw it to Cassie for her to grab. Cassie caught it and was now being pulled by Larson.

Once she was in front of him, Cassie pulled him. Their motions created a way for them to move about in space with the most amount of ease. After a few minutes of their maneuvering, Cassie let out a sigh.

“See, this is all business,” Cassie said with a pout.

“Yeah, yeah. Looking like a bitch doesn’t help you.”

“At least you used the right word, but I wasn’t trying to give you puppy dog eyes.”

They remained pulling each other in a still silence. This was maintained until they could finally see Pluto. Cassie giggled as she stared at it.

“Oh it’s so cute!” She paused. “Do you really think anyone will be there?”

“I don’t know, but if we do find someone it would be better to stick together.”

“I wonder if it’s like a superman thing.” Cassie started to talk about something else. “Like we’re stronger because we were on Earth for so long.”

Larson scoffed. “If anything, being on earth made us weaker.”

“See, I don’t think like that,” Cassie began, “I really feel like we’re stronger because we’ve been exposed to different mindsets and then we’re going to learn this one. So by default, we’ll be smarter!”

“Always on the bright side huh?”

Cassie giggled.

Also, fun fact: I'm so bad at spelling I kept writing Dimension as Dimention and I still don't really know if I'm spelling it right😃

They kept pulling each other until they were caught into the gravitational pull of Pluto and were able to land...

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[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Eleventh story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: Lessons In Sports

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Leah McCoy, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy

Rating: G

Words: 1,068

Prompt: Severed Tendon

Warnings: Major Character Injury, More Fhump than Whump, Swearing

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ Lessons In Sports ~

Robert "Robbie" Scott could only shake his head in disbelief as he watched a tall grumpy man yell at a group of kids when he and Leah passed a sports field. Apparently the guy was trying to teach the lads how to play soccer.

"What is it?" Leah asked next to him, frowning slightly. She just wanted to enjoy her lunch break, taking a walk with her boyfriend.

"What an eejit," Robbie muttered and nodded his head towards the field. "All he does is yell at the wee lads. He doesn't even show them himself how to play properly."

Robbie could see that the coach was carrying a PADD with him that he probably used to show the kids videos on.

"It's impossible to get a good shot if ye only see how it's done on screen!"

Leah gave her boyfriend a soft smile.

"You know how to play?"

The Scotsman nodded, raising his chin proudly.

"Aye, I do. I used to play for several years when I was young."

And he still was a good player. At least he assumed that he was. After all, it was something one never forgot.

"Alright, that's enough. I'll tell this man something about coaching."

With that Robbie stepped onto the field and headed over to where the group of people was.

"Oi! Ye think that ye can teach these lads something about football the way ye do it?"

The coach turned around to face whoever was coming at him. He raised an eyebrow, then rolled his eyes.

"Says the one who doesn't even know that it's called soccer over here?"

Robbie snorted, coming to a halt in front of the taller man.

"Aye, well, I know what ye Americans call it, but ye play it with yer feet, so it's football."

His counterpart only grinned.

"You Brits think you know everything about this game, huh?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm a Scot. And aye, of course I ken everything about it."

Robbie crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at the man, gathering all his courage. Then he turned to look at the children.

"Did this man ever show ye how to kick in person?"

The kids exchanged insecure glances, but eventually they all shook their heads. Robbie had thought so. He turned back to the coach.

"If ye don't show them how it's done, ye have no right to yell at them."

The coach only chuckled before he looked at the boy who was standing closest to the ball.

"Henry," he said, then nodded at Robbie, "kick it over."

The wee lad did as he was told and Robbie caught the ball with his foot.

"If you are such an expert at soccer, then why don't you show us how it's done?"

The coach was taunting him; Robbie could tell instantly.

He glanced over his shoulder at his girlfriend who was still standing at the edge of the field. That was his chance to show Leah that he was good at more than just technology.

"Alright."

Robbie got in place while the rest of the group made room for him.

"Just so ye know, lads, don't let this man tell ye how good ye are at the game if he doesn't even play it himself. Look at all my movements and try to memorize them, okay?"

The kids just stared at him, then nodded slowly.

Robbie got in position. He heard Leah's warning voice calling out his name and saying something about it not being a good idea, but the Scotsman didn't listen to it.

He would show all these people that he still had it in him.

Robbie took a deep breath, focusing on the goal and then started to run at the ball, full-speed.

His foot hit the ball hard, but at the same time, Robbie heard the sound of something snapping in his lower leg. He yelped in pain as he fell to the hard ground, but he knew that he had hit the goal when heard the kids cheering and clapping.

If it hadn't been for the agonizing pain in his body, Robbie would surely have been quite happy about his achievement, but his calf was aching horribly.

He turned to look at the coach who was grinning at him, obviously making fun of the Scotsman, then saw Leah running over.

The nurse fell to her knees next to Robbie and helped him sit up.

"Oh, sweetie, I told you that it isn't a good idea to play sports without a proper warm-up first!"

Robbie tried to smile through the pain at his girlfriend's scolding.

"Anything to show these lads how football really works," he whispered back and soon enough they were surrounded by the group of kids.

"Are you hurt, mister?"

"Is it bad?"

"What happened?"

Robbie raised his head to look at the kids, blinking away his tears.

"I guess it's just been a long time since I played. My legs aren't as young as yers are."

While he was talking, Leah was inspecting his calf. She shook her head.

"Gotta get this checked at the hospital," she said and it wasn't much of a surprise to Robbie. Judging by the sound he had heard the tendon was probably torn.

"Don't worry, as long as ye all do proper warm-ups, I'm sure ye'll be fine," Robbie soothed the kids who looked kinda pale and shocked at hearing the word 'hospital'. He quickly changed the topic.

"Did ye see how I did it? Keep that movement in mind, will ye?"

The kids nodded.

"And once my leg is okay, I'll get back and teach ye more."

Robbie glanced at the coach, giving him a hard glare. He certainly would do better than this man.

"Come on, let's get you over there and wait for an ambulance," Leah said, helping him to his feet and steadying him as they walked over to a bench.

Robbie winced with every step and squinted. Why did it have to hurt so badly?

"I... I did good, right?" he eventually asked, a blush creeping onto his cheeks and Leah chuckled. She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek.

"Yes. Yes, you did. Just do me a favor and think about what you're doing next time?"

Robbie nodded.

"Sure."

Leah only smiled as they sat down and ran a hand through Robbie's hair.

"My sweet champion."

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Sneaking out from the party

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Everyone: Merry Christmas!

Kamamoto: That's great, Yata-san! I'm glad you could make it to the Christmas party.

Yata: Yeah! I finished the supplementary class a little while ago, but I made it just in time. As expected from me!

Kamamoto: Instead, your homework for winter break is doubled… Good luck with that.

Yata: Uggghh…Kamamoto, you bastard. Don't say anything that lowers the mood!

Yata: It's Christmas today, I ain't gonna think about studying at all!

Kamamoto: It feels like you don't think about it all the time, though. Oh, this food is so good!

Yata: Seriously!? Let me try some too!

Kusanagi: I'm glad Yata-chan was able to come, it's lonely without a mood-maker. Speaking of mood makers, Mikoto is a mood maker, too.

Mikoto: Mood-maker…? I'm not a character.

Kusanagi: Yata-chan is loud like a rumble, but he's a charismatic member of the Red club and a great mood maker.

Kusanagi: You heard that? It seems that you took all the finals obediently, didn't you?

Mikoto: I just felt like it. Besides, Totsuka…

Kusanagi: Hm? What's with Totsuka?

Mikoto: …Nothing.

Kusanagi: Haha, you almost said that, but refrained.

Totsuka: Hey, how are you enjoying the party?

Saya: Senpai, you did a great job earlier.

Totsuka: Hm? Ah, you mean the charades.

Totsuka: I had a part-time job as a mime before. It was thanks to that experience.

Totsuka: …Hey, can we sneak out from here now for bit? I've got a place I want to go.

Saya: A place you want to go?

Saya: Senpai, where are we going?

Totsuka: It's still a secret. Don't worry, it's not a weird place.

Totsuka: It's really Christmas here and there. …Last year it was a hard time for me.

Saya: Last year?

Totsuka: I got a part-time job where I had to dress up as Santa Claus and sell cakes. It was heavy labor, though it was fun.

Totsuka: Because it's Christmas, all the customers are smiling and in a good mood. That's puts in a good mood too.

Totsuka: …Hey. Did you believe in Santa Claus when you were a child?

Choice: [I belived]

Saya: Yeah, I belived.

Totsuka: I thought so. Could it be, that you believe in him until recently?

Saya: !

Totsuka: Could it be, that I hit the nail on the head? You're so pure.

Choice: [I didn't belive]

Saya: I didn't believe in him. My parents said he's not real.

Totsuka: I'm surprised you seem to believe that. Well, if your parents said so, nothing can be done.

Saya: What about Totsuka-senpai?

Totsuka: Hmmm, I guess I never really believed in him.

Totsuka: Come to think of it, I haven't talked much about Santa Claus with the others. Did King believe in him, I wonder?

Saya: It would be cute, if Suo-senpai belived in him.

Totsuka: Fufu, you're right. I'll ask him later…

Totsuka: I was so caught up in talking that I completely forgot about our original goal. Come on, let's go.

Totsuka: Eh, it's closed?

Saya: It's quite.

Totsuka: Even though it's Christmas…Ah, it's unlocked.

Totsuka: Good eveni-ing…Hmmm, no one here.

Saya: Is it okay? Get in here without permission.

Totsuka: It's going to be okay. The priest said the church is open to everyone.

Totsuka: Whether or not he's gonna be angry, we'll just say "It's Christmas" and I'm sure he'll forgive us.

Totsuka: Uhm, it feels pretty good.

Saya: Yeah, it's a lovely church.

Totsuka: Ha-ha, that's true, too. I finally got a chance to be alone with you properly.

Saya: Ah…Thank you. I'm very happy.

Totsuka: No-no, you're welcome. But, it's kinda cold here, since there's no one around. Are you okay?

Saya: Yeah. I'm fine….Achoo!

Totsuka: …I knew you were cold. Alright, I'll be your flame.

Totsuka: How's it feel, a little warmer now?

Saya: Yeah. Senpai's flame is useful.

Totsuka: It's helpful in situations like this.

Totsuka: …But I don't have much endurance.

Saya: A-Are you all right?

Totsuka: Ahaha. I'm out of stamina already. I take a break for a bit, okay?

Totsuka: Sorry. I made you feel cold.

Saya: No. It's all right.

Totsuka: Hey, would you like to test your power, Saya-chan?

Saya: My power…You mean to put out the flame?

Totsuka: Right. You've learned to put it out on your own will, haven't you?

Saya: That's true, but …

Totsuka: …You scared because of situation with backed potatoes?

Saya: …Yeah. I'm glad that nobody accidentaly got hurt that time…

Saya: I'm afraid, that something similar could happen and someone else would get hurt.

Totsuka: I understand. …But, do you think it's okay to leave it that way forever?

Saya: Senpai…

Totsuka: When you joined the club you said that you wanted to face your ability.

Saya: …

Totsuka: I'll be right here by your side. I'll always be with you. Don't be afraid, believe in your own power.

Saya: …What if something happens?

Saya: What if the church breaks down and people nearby will be injured, what if senpai get hurt……?

Totsuka: It's fine, it's fine. It'll work out somehow.

Saya: (When Totsuka-senpai says it, I really feel like I somehow can handle it)

Totsuka: No matter what happens, I won't let go of your hand.

Totsuka: I believe in you. So you have to believe me, too.

Totsuka: And more than that, believe in yourself.

Totsuka: If you do so, the power will respond.

Saya: …Okay!

Saya: (I have lost many things because of this power. Butーー)

Saya: (Thanks to this power, I met new friends. I found a new place to belong to)

Saya: (…I met someone I like)

Saya: So I accept it. I accept who I am now and this power…)

Saya: Ah…

Totsuka: Looks like you made it. Congratulation.

Saya: Thank you. Thanks to senpai.

Totsuka: To me?

Saya: Yeah. Without senpai's encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to move forward for a long time.

Saya: Not just for now…Thank you for everything you do.

Totsuka: …You got me. I'm the one who's supposed to be saying that.

Saya: Why? I--

Totsuka: "Didn't do anything"? That's not true. You're the center of my life right now.

Totsuka: May I tell you an old story? It wasn't that long time ago though.

Totsuka: One summer night, you and I went out to look at the stars. On the way back, I screwed up and got trapped in the cage.

Totsuka: I'm used to taking risks, but I didn't want to get you involved. I urged you to go back.

Totsuka: But you, you didn't leave me. Not only did you not leave me, you helped me.

Totsuka: My heart was pounding so hard at that moment. Because there were someone who can take my hand.

Totsuka: This girl in front of me, was looking me in the eyes and worrying about me. She took my hand…

Totsuka: I know it may have been a small act from your point of view. …But I was very happy.

Saya: Senpai…

Totsuka: There are many other things that made me happy. And each time I grew to like you more and more.

Totsuka: I really like you.

Saya: I also like senpai very much.

Totsuka: Thank you. Can I touch you?

Saya: Yeah…

Totsuka: …You're warm.

Totsuka: Merry Christmas, Saya-chan.

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[tblsomedoodles]

If it isn’t much to ask. Could you give us more information about Casey and Aprils kids, more specifically there personality’s and maybe interest?(I tried to look online for Marie’s but found nothing)

And give me an excuse to break out my comic books? I'd love to!

Alright, I'm going to rant a bit about comic book cannon Casey Marie first since that's who Adopted au CM is based off of (that and she's great lol)

Casey Marie is April and Casey's daughter from a tmnt comic series called "The Last Ronin" (if she's in anything else, i do not know. This is where i know her from.)

(it's a fantastic, five volume series with gorgeous art and a great, yet tragic, story. Basic summary without spoilers is that 20+ years into the future, the foot clan has taken over and walled off NYC controling everyone inside. One of the turtle's mission is to break in to NYC and take down the head of the Foot clan, Shredder's grandson, even if it kills him. I don't want to say more than that but if you like to read comics please read it!)

anyways! This is Casey Marie Jones as she's first properly introduced.

In "The Last Ronin". Her age is a little unclear but if i had to guess she's somewhere in her late teens. She was born after her father died thus ended up named after him. She runs a small resistance against the Foot and grew up idolizing a group of ninja turtles she never had a chance to meet. She even tried teaching herself ninjutsu but ends up gaining the remaining turtle (name redacted for spoiler reasons) as a sensei upon him seeing said attempt and not being able to ignore the mistakes that could get her hurt.

(i wish i had some comic panels from this part but, alas, they are in the 1 ISSUE i do not own of his series. so instead have a picture of her being cool on the cover of the 5th issue, post haircut of course.)

Personality wise, she's pretty cool. she cares very deeply for her family and rebel group (Which may as well be her family as well.) Shes stubborn, doing what she thinks is right regarless of what she's been told, but also can have a bit of a temper.

She's also a bit of a jokester, often seen teasing Redacted (that's just what i'm calling him now) (which he has no idea how to handle. Teenagers confuse him lol)

(he looks so shocked/offended lol)

She and Redacted end up being pretty close, and he's very protective of her. She's their friends' only daughter, of course he would be. By the end they're practically family.

OK!

Now that i'm done ranting about Cannon Casey Marie (b/c she's great) i'll move on to what Adopted AU Casey Marie (and Jackie) are like!

Casey would definitely be fascinated by ninjutsu growing up, to the point of getting Angie to teach her the stuff he got taught and eventually getting to learn straight from Leo (which i stated before but eh. I can say it again.)

She'd be stubborn, confident, and ready to fight over anything she deems worthy of it (nothing gets her to start a fight faster than someone picking on her little sister.) She's tech smart like her mom but would rather fight than do tech stuff on the sidelines.

Jackie (i'm making this one up as i go so it might end up changing some) is a little more reserved than Casey, but not by much. Looking at the two together, you'd think she was the calm/shy one, but she's not. especially whenever she's playing a competitive sport. She inherited her dad's love of Hockey and turns into an absolute feral gremlin as soon as her skates hit the ice. (she plays other sports too, but Hockey is her main.) (she also looks the most like April. so she's just this little Red head running around with a hockey stick, which i find absolutely adorable.)She likes ninjutsu as well, but as more of a hobby while Casey thinks of it as a career goal.

I think both girls would like art as well, but mostly just see it as something to do with Angie.

thank you!

[naivesilver]

GOOD EVENING 👀 Can I ask for 12 or 13 from the 'things you said' ask? Specifically for any of the Court's parents? :)

It's always the highlight of the MONTH seeing you in my inbox so I'll reward you with one of your favorite guys 💝💝💝

Mini Fic Prompts

13. things you said at the kitchen table

"So," Sylvester begins, apropos of nothing. "I've heard some rumors."

"You always hear rumors, ya hayati," Igor muses, carefully brushing parsley bits off the knife before resuming his cutting - he's making falafel, or at least that's the plan if everything goes well. Good protein, for a growing girl.

It's not quite dinner time yet, though the two of them are already around the kitchen table, Igor cooking, Sylvester still sitting in his work clothes with the sleeves rolled up, sneaking bits of food and getting swatted away for his trouble. From the other room sometimes come stray lines of gaudy pop songs, because Twinkle hardly ever closes her door if she can help it - Igor can hear her bouncing around like a beach ball, her feet hitting the floor hard as she turns preparing her school bag into a lively affair.

"Yes, but these are different." Sylvester reaches out across the table and gently tugs the knife out of Igor's fingers, setting it down before taking his husband's hands in his own.

"The Enchanted Forest- they say there might be a way to go back there. Magic beans, that's what I heard. A way home."

For his part, Igor simply looks at him, dumbfounded. "What- And you want to go?"

"Well, I don't care if I go or stay, myself. But- You've always said Agrabah was the end goal, Igor. We could do that. I could do that for you. Take you back to your family."

"My family is you and Twinkle. She might not want to go- she has her friends here, and she is safe. What if-"

He dares not speak that name aloud, but Sylvester catches his meaning all the same, his expression darkening and his grip growing tighter. "To hells with him," he mutters angrily. "He'll be a hundred years old now, if the curse didn't hit him. And if it did- I don't believe he has ears everywhere anymore, anyway. He won't find us again. He can't."

"But he might." Steadily, as if approaching a wounded animal, Igor pulls out of that grasp and circles around the table, taking his husband's face in his hands with warm fondness.

"I know what you are asking, Sylvester, and if- if this is true, then we will ask our daughter what she thinks, and decide together. But you do not need to put us in danger to make me happy. If you and Twinkle are here too, then I will be happy anyway. I am happy anyway."

Sylvester sighs dramatically, leaning into the touch and sagging ever so slightly on himself. "Are you?" He murmurs, unconvinced. "In this drab place? With no- no figs, and no sand?"

"Yes, like this." Igor smiles thinly, and presses a gentle kiss on the other's head, pushing any wishful thinking into a faraway corner of his brain. Now is not the time. The time might never come, honestly, but that's alright with him.

"I can do without the figs, and the sand, and anything else you can think of, so long as you stay by my side. I promise."

[sumire-no-nikki]

Halfway Through August

Summer is in full swing and I am ready for it to be over. It has been a weird couple of weeks with the temperature dipping to 15C before soaring right back up to 30C. I feel the heat sap my energy. I move so sluggishly these days.

What has made the past couple of weeks bearable is great coffee. This month’s beans are from 19grams which I had tried before but I was still quite new to taking coffee seriously then and perhaps had not done it justice. So this time, equipped with a better grinder and coffee making skills, I found the beans quite a treat. Spring Bloom, the filter blend, is quite an understated flavour profile but very refreshing. I have brewed it via V60, Aeropress and a french press and I think I like it best as a cup of V60. Blends are quite a hit or miss for me but this one was alright. The single origin espresso beans though was incredible. Don Martin is a burst of cherry in my mouth. I'm really enjoying it. I also recently tried extracting my espresso over a frozen ball for the first time referred to as "compound chilling." It is a technique employed by World Barista competitor, Hugh Kelly a couple of years ago. And I know, I know! As if rdt, wdt, and a puck screen aren't enough complications, I have now added another superfluous step to my morning coffee. I know it's excessive but hear me out! It does have a significant impact on the espresso and far from being just a gimmick, there's a science to it. Apparently the sudden and drastic change in temperature locks the flavor compounds in the espresso, leaving the espresso sweeter than it would have been if extracted normally. I tested this myself and I can confirm that the result is a lot sweeter, almost milky. I couldn't exactly pinpoint it at first but after a couple of cups I think this is because it completely eradicates acidity. Ah, it is always fun discovering new ways to appreciate coffee!

In other news, I have been spending considerable time getting as much preparation work done. I have a list of goals this month that require some trial-and-error, some testing. I must admit that not a small part of the motivation behind the necessity of a "preparation stage" is hinging on my persistent perfectionism. I cannot stand to see the end product of my efforts to be “ugly,” whatever arbitrary standard that might be. And if I'm really being honest, if the result is less than perfect, then I struggle to really find the point in doing it at all. In my defence, this is because I am very much a "prevention is better than cure" type of person. If I can prevent issues, quirks, flaws, then why not optimise the process to produce the best possible end? I suppose it's a balancing act. I must make sure not to get caught up in my pursuit of efficiency that I fail to complete anything at all. But I should also lean on my planning expertise to ensure that I am encouraged and motivated by the path ahead. 

Whenever I am able to take breaks from work and individual projects, I spend my time organising. This week in particular, I went through my small vinyl collection and sifted out the records I don't regularly play. I had recently ordered a handful of new records and I needed to make room for them. So I plucked out around ten records and listened to all of them, keeping the music that still spoke to me and set aside the ones that no longer draw me in. The one in the photo is a stunning copy of girl in red's first album, a UO exclusive pressing. Side A is black on white and side B is white on black. It reminds me of a spider web somehow. I never really got around to listening to the music but I liked girl in red's first two EPs so I purchased it last year. I was actually fully ready to set it aside for selling but when I put it on I really enjoyed it. So, luckily for this record, it made its way back to the shelf. About eight records did not. I'll be taking those to my usual vinyl store sometime later this month. It is a relief to have my collection trimmed down. I'm the type of person who likes to throw things away. I suppose it’s kind of the opposite of hoarding. I like to feel that I am making the most out of my stuff. So if I'm not really using something anymore, even if the product is still mostly full or unused, I'm constantly tempted to just chuck it all out.

Now, I shall leave a song here that I enjoyed the past week to end today's entry. (Shall I make this a regular segment? It would be nice to look back and see which song caught my attention at a certain point in time.) I haven't been able to stop spinning this record (pictured above, in all of its orange glory). What a blessing YouTube recommendations are! I was suggested this live performance of Anna B Savage like two? three? months ago and now I've got a new favourite artist!

One last thing--I would be remiss if I don’t mention that I’m posting this on a completely new blog!! God, it’s such a relief, honestly. To have my own space again, to no longer feel like there are prying eyes on me--I am happy. So incredibly happy. It's always a hassle to get things set up the way I want it be and I've got to work on curating this new space but I am truly relieved. I can post whatever I want again without unsolicited opinions or intrusive questions from people who I've never even interacted with, or aren't brave enough to ask their questions directly. I'm following only old mutuals here that I really love seeing on my dashboard and I’m as invisible as I want to be. I can breathe again. That old blog was a fun experiment while it lasted but it only really confirmed something I've come to understand: people, on the whole, can really be terribly selfish, malicious and inconsiderate. There are lovely individuals out there of course and that's all the more reason to be as specific when deciding who to have around. And I don't need much at all, just sincere individuals. I don't want community. I want peace.

So, cheers to new beginnings!

Anyway, I’m off to put stuff on my face and then bedtime. The weekend plan is simple: read. I've been on a terrible reading slump for weeks and it's time to cure it. I'm going to read the Villains Duology by V.E. Schwab. Not my type of book but I do want to branch out and give it a chance. I found Addie LaRue to be okay so I hope I won't entirely hate this duology.

I look forward to my slow weekend.

Until next time.

[onigiri-dorkk]

Goals + updates for 2023!

(plus sneak-talks into my future fics!)

ALRIGHT RIVAMIKA FRIENDS! This evening (now that I've finally come back from my short New Year's trip... as well as recovered from major car sickness on the way back home l o l), my birthday-week-and-writing-sabbatical (😂) officially begins!

If you've been following, I've been hustling since November with my IRL workload and it has taken time away from writing and fandom things, so I had planned that from January 1st for a whole entire week I will dedicate my time to rest in the form of writing. No work, no emails, no ads...

NOTHING except sitting in coffeeshops or beautiful places and writing stories from my heart again.

During the holidays I had a couple of technically free days, so I wanted to get a one-shot in to get myself ready and warm up for this week (and then produced last week's one-shot, The Perfect Brew, which might mark my all-time favorite one-shot I've written so far).

The hard part was deciding what the heck to focus on and commit to. I thought about keeping it free, but knew it would lead to more one-shots, which is fine too.

But after I came back home and rested, I sorted through my WIP's (which, at this point, I actually have 7! I just forgot about 4 of them omg) and I rediscovered a WIP in my Google Docs I loved and forgot about, and that is the orphanage fic.

I don't think I've shared much about it just yet, but it will be a multi-chapter fic set after Season 3, and both Historia's orphanage and castle will play a big role in the plot for Levi, Mikasa and the Scouts. Obviously I don't think I will complete the entire fic just in this week (sheesh... I can't even imagine?!) but I aim to make a good dent in it and hopefully publish something by my birthday weekend :) I believe this is the one I want to make the most progress in, and hopefully get something published from it, though I can't promise timely updates the way you got Microcosmos every week or two.

Also on the back burner that I might trudge through this week is the Ackerman (Kenny, Levi, Mikasa) short-fic, and a post-war reunion fic that will likely be a long-fic. Then deeeeeep in my backburner is also a post-war long-fic that will circle around Levi and Mikasa and gang as Paradis refugees; I foresee this as something that will be a lot darker and angstier.

I'm honestly just excited for starting 2023 dedicating passion-time to writing; it feels like me saying YES to dedicating this full year to growing as a writer. I only began writing in May so it's strange that I haven't even hit a full year of doing so... But knowing that 2023 is starting and ending with me in love with writing is just exciting. I'm PUMPED. I have other ideas (maybe starting a Rivamika-specific writers' accountability group, etc) but I'll save all of that for another time hehe.

All this to say, thank you to all of my fandom friends I've made here who have encouraged me and brought me soooo much joy and inspiration literally on the daily. You don't understand how much your presence here has helped me in my real daily life, and has sustained this newfound inspiration. It makes writing and creating art not feel like an echo-in-a-chamber. To have real people enjoying what we create together, encouraging each other in the process, and sharing their joys for it, it's just sooo important and meaningful. Thank you all!! I will continue to ~dedicate my heart~ to creating art in lots of forms for our lil community here. :)

Please look forward to another year of Onigiri's proud hyper-fixation on Rivamika ;)

(P.S. I can see my nighttimes being filled with reading all of y'alls fanfics that I haven't gotten to read yet!!! PLS!! I CANT WAIT!)

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 20

prompt: amnesia

fandoms: bnha, bsd, dc, mdzs, tgcf, tmnt

bnha

Lead Me From the Lethe by orkestrations 

During the Sports Festival, One For All begins changing. At the same time, Izuku begins forgetting. Or is he only just now realizing what he doesn't remember?

I'll tell you where the real road lies: between your ears, behind your eyes

if we could always be so new by jihnari

Hawks panics. "Okay, alright, jeez, you caught me, I..." Hawks hesitates, gulps; tumbles forward, "Have no idea who you are." The eyebrow is still raised. "...Sorry?" Crispy Cream doesn't say anything for a long moment. The mental pressure it creates makes Hawks want to babble, but he manages to hold his tongue this time. "I can't tell if you're screwing with me or what," Crispy Cream drawls. "It's the 'or what'," Hawks offers.

Hawks gets hit with an amnesia quirk. Dabi gets begrudgingly involved.

bsd

Tenfold by dgalerab

(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)

Dazai isn't expecting an ordinary mission to go wrong, but he should have. After all, Dostoyevsky is on the loose and needs Dazai to achieve his goals. As Chuuya realizes that Dazai's been kidnapped, he allies with the ADA to bring him back no matter the cost.

(Technically after my other Soukoku fics but can be read without.)

Part 8 of "Love"

hide the truth by writingfromtheshadows

When Chuuya wakes up in the middle of an ongoing fight without any memory of how he got there or what happened to him, he ends up turning to someone saved as 'bandage-waster' in his phone. Somehow, it just feels like the right decision.

dc

Don't You Forget About Me by Sohotthateveryonedied

A mysterious stranger visits the Batfamily during the holidays. He remembers all of them, but they don't remember him.

mdzs

I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett

During the worst of winter, a traveler comes to stay at Lan Wangji's inn. He wears a red ribbon in his hair.

-

“Do you see the rabbit?” Wei Ying asks and points at the moon. “That’s the moon rabbit, he helps make Chang’e more immortality elixir. He keeps Chang’e company.”

“I do not wish the rabbit for company,” Lan Wangji says tightly. “You are the one I want by my side.”

“And I’m here, Lan Zhan. If you go to the moon, I’ll follow you, I’ll always be here now.”

how, or when, or from where by sarahyyy

Jiang Cheng sucks in a sharp breath. “What year do you think it is, Wei Wuxian?”

“2001,” Wei Wuxian says, and then cracks up when Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen in alarm. “Calm down, I’m just kidding. I know it’s 2014.”

Jiang Cheng stares at him.

Wei Wuxian is quiet for a beat. “I presume from your reaction that it is not actually 2014.”

“No,” Jiang Cheng says softly. “No, it’s not.”

(Or, the one where Wei Wuxian loses his memories, and tries to figure out why he isn't dating Lan Wangji yet.)

a cicada, singing, weighs on my heart by anatheme

Lan Xichen squeezes his arm once and lets go. Lan Wangji tries not to miss the warmth as the man continues, “Do not worry, Wangji. We have invited Young Master Wei and I am sure that he can help us break the curse. If there is anyone in the world whom I trust to do it, it is him.” All of a sudden, recognition sparks at the surname. It catches him off guard, after everything that happened in the short span of time, the familiarity in the name grips him with hope. Lan Xichen stood and Lan Wangji raises his head and speaks, almost without thinking, “Wait.” The smile on Lan Xichen’s face falters. “What is the matter?” “Young Master Wei,” Lan Wangji repeats even though the words do not fit his mouth right. It feels wrong even though he does not know why. He needs to know why. “What is his name?”

A night hunt leads to Lan Wangji forgetting everything except for his cultivation and his inexplicable connection to a person he cannot even remember - Wei Ying.

tgcf

sometimes the unexplained can define you (sometimes silence is the only sound) by IceEckos12

(graphic depictions of violence)

Every morning he wakes up, and forgets.

tmnt

Nowhere Boy by taizi

He was twelve years old, and he realized that his dreams were always the same. Every single one. "We need you. We'll find you," those indistinct figures would say, their eyes glinting in the darkness, shadows stretching out to him like hands. But he always woke up before they reached him.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Top Gun - Baby Mav Chapter 8: Distracted Training

Masterlist

When Maddlyn walked into work the next day, she felt everyone's eyes on her. She didn't care. She's used to it. She walked past the trainees and toward Maverick.

"Hey," he said gently. "How are you. . ."

"I'm fine," she cut off her father.

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away and lowered his voice. "Talk to me, Maddy."

"Why did you talk to them?" She cut him off again. "You insisted on talking to them, even though I asked you not to."

"I was just. . . Would you rather them not know?" Maverick asked but instantly knew the answer. "You didn't want them to know you are my daughter."

"You remember how the trainees my year took it," she scoffed as she kept looking through his desk for the stats from yesterday.

Maverick gently took the papers out of his daughter's hands and replaced them with the papers she was looking for.

"I'm sorry, Mads," he said gently. "I wasn't sure how you wanted to approach the topic. I should've asked. But you need to remember one thing."

"What?" Maddlyn sighed. Maverick smiled as he rubbed her forearms.

"Remember that you're Lieutenant Maddlyn Phillips, the first woman pilot accepted into the Fighter Weapons School. You've set record after record after record that no one has even gotten close to beating. You single-handedly shot down three bogies and protected your country from a traitor."

"I killed him," she mumbled.

"You protected your country," Maverick clarified. Before he could say anything else, Maddlyn took the paperwork to the other room. Maverick sat down and sighed. He looked over the stats that she didn't take, his mind trying to find a way to bring everyone home. He stood up and found her in the connecting office.

"Hey," he said as he finished thinking this through. "What if we had all of them fly instead of only taking a few of them up at a time? It could help them focus on each other while focusing on their path. And maybe only do part of it."

"Sounds good," she said, seeming like her mind was elsewhere.

"Alright," he said clapping his hands together, "let's run it. You and I will fly side-by-side. Their job is to fly behind us."

"You do it," she said quietly.

"What?" He stuttered.

"You fly with them," she said, her eyes never leaving the paper.

"Are you sure?" Maverick asked. Maddlyn took a slow breath before looking up at her father.

"I can't do this," she said, her voice soft and breaking every once in a while. "I can't. . . Not today. I know it's my job but. . . Please, Dad. I don't think I can do this today."

Maverick walked over and sat on the edge of the desk. He reached down and grabbed her hand. "I can cover for you," he said softly. "If you want, why don't you head home? I can handle this."

"I could stay and monitor from here," she shrugged. "I'll watch and keep track of who listens to directions, who hits the goals we set, and who is most likely to cause themselves or everyone on the team to not come home."

Maverick thought about reassuring her that everyone was going to come home, but he knew she wasn't really thinking about this flight. He stood up and gently kissed her forehead.

"Take notes and we can go through it when I get back."

Maverick was at the door when Maddlyn stood up and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him, struggling to control her emotions as her father wrapped his arms around her.

"Maddy?" Maverick whispered. "What's wrong, pumpkin?"

"I can't. . . I'm really trying. . . Just please make sure you come home. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Maverick pulled out of the hug, his hands gently on her shoulders. "I promise I will come home," he said softly. "No matter what, you are not going to lose me, Maddlyn."

* * * * *

When Maverick walked into training, it felt wrong. He wanted to run back into the office and focus on pulling Maddlyn out of her head. He could understand why she wasn't sure about wanting the trainees to know her and Maverick's relationship. But Maverick was still struggling to understand her behavior.

To be fair, Maddlyn hasn't been the same since her F-18-20 flight. That nearly ended her life and she hasn't been the same since. When she was released from the hospital, Maverick knew his daughter had changed. He tried for months to get things to go back to normal for her, but she seemed stuck. It was almost like she didn't want things to go back.

She still didn't seem like her old self. Maverick was worried she wouldn't ever go back to her old self. He tried to tell himself that she would be fine, but he knew she wouldn't.

"Where's Maddy?" Rooster asked, his eyes scanning the few workers outside.

"She's watching from base," Maverick said. He glanced at Rooster and could tell he didn't believe him.

"I thought she was supposed to be. . ."

"She wasn't feeling up for it," Maverick interrupted him.

"Is she okay?" Bob asked gently.

"Hungover?" Hangman tried to joke. Everyone glared at him. Playboy even went as far as to hit him.

"Old injury," Maverick explained. "Every once in a while, when Maddlyn gets stressed, her old head injury flares up. She gets really bad migraines and is knocked off her feet for over 24 hours. She's resting in my office and will hopefully be back tomorrow. Until then, you're stuck with me. Let's go."

* * * * *

"How'd it go?" Maddlyn asked when Maverick walked into the office.

"If anyone asks, you had a migraine because of an old head injury," he mumbled.

"Noted," she sighed. "So, how'd it go?"

"What do you think?" Maverick sighed as he sat down.

"Look," Maddlyn cleared her throat, "I hate to say this but we might need to rethink our strategy."

"Our flight plan works," Maverick shrugged.

"I'm not talking about rethinking our flight plan strategy," she sighed.

"Then what were you thinking?"

"Our flight team strategy."

Maverick thought about it for a second. It didn't take him too long to come up with a new plan.

"I know how we can fix this," Maverick said with his playful smirk that Maddlyn knew wouldn't end well.

"Please don't," she groaned.

"Oh yes," he chuckled. "Let's do this."

[natureivy]

hey so i was gaining followers pretty steadily but it’s trickled off so maybe mutuals could reblog this to help me out?

i like films, football, and hockey all probably a little too much. i like also like dc, marvel, and star wars. some of my fave celebs are jake gyllenhaal, chris evans, gisele bündchen, etc... and some of my fave athletes are julian edelman, auston matthews, tyler seguin, etc...

my teams include the New England Patriots, Detroit Lions, Detroit Red Wings, Carolina Hurricanes, Columbus Blue Jackets, (kind of VGK, TML, Preds, and Caps) and the Detroit Tigers, with mixes of all sorts of teams

you can search my blog on mobile to see what i tag most <3

[kqiji]

ITS KUROOS BIRTHDAY SO KUROO POST <3

genre ★ angst with comfort, fluff.

pairing ★ timeskip!kuroo x gn!reader.

warnings ★ cursing, pet name use, accusation of cheating, implied marriage.

playlist ★ my own angst playlist &lt;3 ( just listen to something sad for better experience, trust me )

word count ★ 2.5k+ words.

you and tetsuro were inseparable, so joined at the hip to the point where nothing could break this strong relationship you both had grown to have. it was wonderful to say the least, the most beautiful thing that has bloomed in the timeline of both of your lives.

you've been with him ever since your third year at nekoma, your cliche story beginning when the black haired male accidentally dropped your lunch tray while bumping into you, you could still vividly remember the apologetic look on his face while insisting to buy you another one.

you became official when you both were eighteen, a little after your first meeting incident, making you a couple for a solid nine years, with you both hitting the age of 27 this year.

you didn't have any children, you both were too eaten up with work to bring another human into life. you both settled on the idea that it would be selfish, not being able to parent your own child because you were too busy at work.

so you both just decided to adopt a little calico cat named 'patch', the little furball that has been roaming your shared duplex apartment for the past two years.

today was his birthday, and without a doubt, you decided to throw him a party. he needed to cool off, work was piling up and the male was not taking breaks even with you trying to convince him every now and then.

that was your goal for today, to celebrate his birthday. and to do that, you had crafted a small plan.

it was now six in the afternoon, there was less than an hour until sunset and you had just gotten back from work and a mini shopping spree to be able to set up the surprise. you sighed as you kicked off your shoes at the door, plopping down your bags that contained the décor while still holding onto the cake, walking into your shared apartment as you heaved a sigh.

it wasn't that you hated your job, it's the total opposite, you got to do what you loved most! but the working hours of this job were hell, they had you working from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon, which was alright, it was like a standard nine to five. but they always had you in, making you work overtime without proper reasons.

they were well paying, which was why you hadn't left yet, but the horrible timings and the overtime overlapped with the free times of your husband's schedule, making you busy whenever he was free and vice versa.

though, that still didn't affect your love for each other. in fact, it made him and you cherish the time you both spent together even more, hoping one day that you'll have good work hours and be able to spend even more time with each other.

tetsuro would be home at around eleven that night, he sent you a message apologizing and saying his boss had sent him out for meetings when he was supposed to get off. you only responded with your usual text, 'it's alright baby, i'll leave your food in the oven and crash. stay safe, love you.'

of course, you weren't mad, just disappointed that his boss couldn't respect the occasion and the fact that he had a wife to come home to. but at the same time, you kept your message subtle, not wanting to give away that you're planning something for him.

your phone dinged immediately a second after you had pressed the send button, your husband responding with 'you're going to bed? i thought we were going to do something.'

you felt a pang of guilt go through your chest, but you decided to act oblivious. 'something? like what? i don't think you planned any date for today.'

and with that, you put your phone down while taking in a deep breath, who knew lying about not remembering your lover's birthday would be this hard.

it's alright, you thought to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen, petting your cat before placing the cake in the fridge. you had already planned how you wanted the house to look like upon his arrival.

balloons colored black and red scattered around the floor, a black banner placed against the wall with the words 'happy 27th birthday' written on it in gold, you had also brought red party hats, thinking it would be funny.

and with that decided, you got to work.

ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

you've been at it for three hours now, sweat was already dripping down your face as you struggled to blow and fill up multiple balloons, hanged the banner multiple times cause it kept slipping down the wall since the tape wasnt strong enough, and when you were done, you had realized the time.

it was already ten, giving you only an hour to shower and get ready before your lover would be home. you couldn't help but feel excited, wondering how he would react to your well prepared surprise.

you cleaned up after yourself, picking up unblown balloons and putting them back inside the bag they came in, picking up extra pieces of tape that were lying around, and putting the scissors back in their spot.

you then proceeded to shower, wondering if you had enough time to get dressed before tetsuro would let himself in and miss out on you surprising him.

you washed away all your worries under the warm water, relaxing your tense and sore muscles before quickly hopping out of the shower and drying yourself.

you walked towards the clothes you had laid out before your shower, throwing your used towel in the laundry basket. you had set out something fancy yet simple, something that would would make you look properly dressed for this event.

you got dressed, styled your hair and applied perfume and flattened out your clothes with the smooth run of your hand in front of the mirror.

" i really do hope you keep your word of coming home at eleven, tetsuro. " you mumbled to yourself in a low voice before turning around and walking towards your living room, glancing at the clock on the wall on your way out.

once you had reached the living room, you had decided to bring out the cake, given it was ten minutes till eleven. so that's exactly what you did, the cold plate that it was sitting on stinging your hand as you made your way to the dining table and set it down alongside a lighter.

you quickly glanced at the door, thinking that you heard the elevator ding.

shit shit shit shit, you cursed, running towards the door and closing the light that showed the display.

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your hands shaking slightly as a smile spread on your face while you waited for the door to unlock.

and it did, revealing your handsome husband who looked,

angry?

even in the dark, you could see it so clearly. his jaw was clenched tightly, his eyebrows furrowed while a frown was etched onto his face.

you could feel his unusual strong and irritated gaze, which was normally soft and filled with love, lay on you.

you gulped, brushing it off as your eyebrows clashed into each other, your smile still wide. " tetsuro, you're ho— "

" you said you would be asleep. " you were cut off by a cold tone, words slapping you in the face instead of your usual cheek kiss.

your eyes widened as he slammed the door behind him, dropping his bag onto the floor and tossing his keys onto the door side table. you couldn't help but feel pained, " yeah, but i'm awake now. "

you could feel him stare you down in the barely lit doorway, " so you could sneak out of the house? pretend to be asleep so you could sneak off to other men? " he accused, his voice laced with anger and frustration.

you were shocked, to say the least. you were getting accused of cheating by your own husband, the person who you promised to love forever and ever.

" tetsuro what the fuck are you talking about? " you talked back, your face heart clenching in pain as he sighed irritantly. " firstly, you're never home when i'm back. secondly, you always seem to forget important dates, why's that y/n? something or someone else on your mind? "

you could feel a lump forming in your throat as your eyes started to water, the barely visible outline of kuroo starting to blur. " tetsuro what are you saying? i would never cheat on you. " you stated calmly, not wanting to escalate the argument and trying to stay strong even though the accusations were shooting through you like bullets.

" then why are you dressed oh-so-fancily, standing at the door at eleven? riddle me that babe. " he sounded so sarcastic, his tone coming off as something you couldn't recognize.

you scanned his face that was hardly visible for any type of reaction or feelings, desperation.

you smiled bitterly as you turned your body around, your arms slumping down onto your sides as you sighed in defeat.

" where are you going? we're talking, y/n. " your husband spat as he trailed behind you.

you lifted your hand towards the wall, flicking the light on and revealing the celebration you had poured hours of effort and love into.

turning your head over your shoulder to look at kuroo, you gave him a sweet smile as you couldn't help but let a single tear roll down your cheek as you faced him.

" happy birthday, tetsuro. " you spoke in a low voice, still quite loud enough for him to hear what you were saying.

pang, that's what shot tetsuro in the heart.

he couldn't help but feel guilty, so guilty he started tearing up at the scene in front of him.

he couldn't believe it, you came home tired from work yet worked so hard to prepare a special celebration for him. he couldn't help but feel his heart tear into millions of pieces as he watched the tear slip down your face, his own eyes watering as his expression fell into a much softer one.

he opened his mouth to speak, nothing coming out as his eyes explored the entire scene laid out in front of him. he tried again, mustering up the courage to speak. " y/n, i'm so sorry. " was all he could say, his voice coming out shaky and weak.

you averted your eyes as you turned your back to him, turning on your heels as you walked away and towards the guest room.

tetsuro was right on your heels, his arms reaching out towards you as he chanted the word 'sorry' over and over again.

he finally caught up to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush to his chest, burying his head into your hair. " y/n, i'm so sorry. i should've never accused you of something like that, please forgive me. work's driving me crazy and i've just been so exhausted that i accidentally lashed out at you. " he let out, his voice breaking with each word that slipped out of his mouth, tears falling down his face and onto the top of your head as he couldn't help but hold you so tight.

he couldn't help but break down, everything was falling apart. his job was stressing him out so much to the point where he felt like he would choke whenever he walked into the office, his sleep deprivation getting the best of him and now his marriage was on the verge of tipping.

you sighed, your chest panging in pain as you listened to tetsuro speak in such a weak voice, you've never seen him like this before.

" i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry y/n. please don't leave me, i'll never ever open my mouth in that way ever again. i'm so sorry please don't walk out on me, i promise i'll be better. i swear i'll do better. " he sobbed, breaking down as he tried to keep his voice steady and clear as he apologized.

you could feel your lip quiver, your eyes filling up with tears, the only thing stopping you from crying was your will to not break down. " tetsuro, stop it. " you spoke.

you could hear his uneven breathing, your hands raising up to your waist so you could place it over his. " i'm a horrible husband y/n, please forgi— "

" it's okay, just take a deep breath. i forgive you, okay? it's your birthday, you can't cry on your birthday. " you reassured in a soft tone, your hands caressing his as you let him cry.

" thank you, thank you much y/n. how can i ever make it up to you? you're too good for me. " he chuckled weakly as he raised his head, sniffing while feeling grateful for your understanding.

you thought about it for a moment, " let's slow dance, we haven't done that in a very long time. then we can eat the cake. " you suggested, raising your hands from his as you turned around to face him.

he smiled softly, " of course. " he agreed while nodding slightly, watching you as you lifted your hands towards his face, using your thumbs to wipe off the tears on his face.

he couldn't help but rest his forehead on yours, it was his go-to move whenever he felt stressed. he shut his eyes, feeling your arms wrap around his neck as he sighed in relief.

you were a blessing in disguise, always so understanding and forgiving no matter what. you had so much love to give, and tetsuro voluntarily chose to receive all of it.

“ shall we dance? ” you asked, smiling widely as you connected your eyes with his golden one's.

you both fell in step, letting the rhythm control your movements. all your worries dissolving into thin air, it was just tetsuro and you.

tetsuro's body seemed to be acting on its own, no chains to holding him back from this pure paradise. he drew you close to his chest, keeping his hands tight around you.

you set your head on his shoulder as you both continued to dance and waltz around in the complete silence of the home you managed to build an amazing life in.

time passed so speedily as your feet moved in rythym, a content smile plastered onto both of your faces.

you brought your head up and sleepily opened your eyes, leaning in and planting your lips on your husband's.

in which he held you even tighter and closer than before as the kiss continued, you could feel him smiling softly before pulling away and chuckling, " i love you tetsu. "

" i love you too darling, but cake? "

" of course you dork. "

i do not know how to write dancing scenes but i hope you enjoyed <3

happy birthday to this dork <3

also thank you mint for going over this first ilysm/p <3

taglist : @wispycecilia , @ctactus , @renuqi

[theduosetter]

━ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 ║𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨

☆ Pairing: Au!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

☆ Summary: Two broken hearts never truly heal no matter how many years pass. Maybe because the only person who can heal it is the one who caused the tear.

☆ Warning(s): angst, fluff,

☆ A|N: any feedback is appreciated! If you can please give it a heart or reblog it would really help my writing. Thank you!

Kuroo sighed for what seemed the millionth time today. His mind kept wandering off somewhere else, today felt different. There was something within him saying that today wasn't going to be the same again.

His phone vibrated once more alerting him of another incoming message. The screen lit up with the name Nanami. His lips moved as he saw the words spread out on the white background. Closing his eyes he leaned back against his office chair.

"What's with your face?" a voice spoke.

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Nothing is wrong with my face, Kenma."

"Liar." he placed the folder down on his desk, "Is it Nanami?"

"No..." he half smiled "She's great actually... things are good between us right now."

"For someone who says that it sure doesn't look like it." Kenma said "Could have fooled me."

He sat up and looked at his friend, "Is there something that still needs to be done?"

Kenma shook his head "No everything important got taken care of."

Standing up he grabbed his blazer and put it on. "If anyone else calls can you take care of it?"

"Ok." before Kuroo could make it out the door, Kenma then asked him "Are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be alright. See you tomorrow..." he slightly smiled then took off.

Your feet grew tired as you kept walking the busy streets. The sun was just about to set down on the ocean. Even though it was warm, the air was nothing but fresh, the perk of living near coast.

A small smile formed on your lips as you saw kids running around the nearby playground, playing with their friends. It was the purest sound in the world; you thought.

There was never a doubt in your mind that being a mom was a gift. You hoped one day you too would have the chance at raising a mini you or a little boy that looked like your partner.

Your phone then rang. You quickly took it out of your bag and accepted the call.

"Hey love." you said "I'm on my way back home."

"I can't wait to see you." he said, making your chest tighten "I might be preparing something delicious for tonight."

"Really?" you asked "What's the occasion?"

He smiled, leaning back against the sink. "What, I can't just do something special for the love of my life?"

Your smile faltered as you remembered those words. Those were the ones that hurt you the most, even after almost 10 years.

"Of course you can." you replied "Can I have a hint on what it may be?"

"You would figure it out right away like last time. I'm not making that mistake again." he chuckled.

"It was one time, h/n." you smiled small, "Do you need me to bring something home from the store? I'm close to it."

"Pick out any drink you want to have and dessert if you'd like."

"Okay now I'm really curious about what you have up your sleeve, boy." you chuckled.

He bit his lip, smiling as he heard your laughter. "Don't take too long, alright?"

"I'll do my best love since it is rush hour. Wait for me?"

"Like you have to ask." he leaned over checking the food "I can't wait to see you. Text me when you get to the station."

"I will, love." you bid him goodbye and hung up.

It's sad how he has tried his best to make you happy and yet there's never a moment where something doesn't remind you of him. All these years you still wonder about how he's doing with his new partner. If he could accomplish the goals he had set out for himself. Even the thought if he maybe... still thought about you like you did.

Sighing, you shook your head "Stop it... you can't keep doing this to him. You're with h/n now not with him, he chose you agreed. No more second guessing." You mumbled.

You were about to turn left at the end of the playground when a stranger collided into you. Your feet slipped from underneath you. The bar that was put up around the playground was too far away for you to hold on to. Folding your elbows back, you opened your hands wide so you could stop your head from hitting the pavement.

Lucky enough, the tall stranger reacted in time and pulled you into him to avoid you injuring yourself. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." you replied "That was close- wow I almost fell-" you tilted your head up and your breathing stopped.

The stranger kept their arm around your back, holding you against his chest. His eyes roamed the details on your face, from your eyes to shape of your lips. His heart was pounding against his chest, not believing you were in front of him.

"K-Kuroo..." you muttered.

"Y/n... I never thought I'd see you here." his brain couldn't wrap around the idea that you were here.

Realizing your chest was too close to his, you gently stepped back. Your cheeks flushed "I- um... I-I work around here."

"Right..." he mumbled "I thought you had stayed in Tokyo, is all."

"I got a job offer awhile back." You said "I've been living here ever since. What about you?..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling shy suddenly. "I'm working with a company on a project along with Kenma."

"Wow... I knew Kenma was in town but didn't think you'd be here as well."

His head shot up "You spoke to Kenma?"

"Yeah..." you answered "He reached out to me and asked if we could meet up. I've been busy so I haven't had the chance..."

"Why didn't Kenma say anything to me?..." there was hurt in his eyes from the sudden news. "I thought Kenma of all people-"

You cut him off "I told Kenma that I didn't want you knowing. Don't blame him..."

"I see..."

The cars passed by, not knowing or caring about the two ex lovers on the sidewalk. Every person was moving on with their lives, focusing on getting home to their families.

You tried your best to calm your emotions. It was difficult to keep the facade up. Your body was itching to be again in his arms. "I should get going... goodbye Kuroo." you walked passed him hoping to forget you ever saw him.

However, Kuroo didn't want to let you go again this time. "Y/n, wait!" he yelled as he ran after you.

"He's not calling my name..." you repeated under your breath "He's not calling my name." Ignoring the loud sounds coming from the cars, you crossed the street.

"Y/n!" Kuroo yelled louder as he reached for you and held your wrist gently in his hand.

Looking over your shoulder, you made eye contact. "What are you doing, Kuroo?..."

"We need to talk." he gently spoke "It's been too many years."

"There's nothing to say about anything." you looked into his eyes "We both have our different lives, let's focus on that okay?"

"I don't want to walk away from you and regret it for the rest of my life again." Kuroo begged, "Please, give me a few minutes to talk with you...please."

Looking down at your watch, you saw you had some minutes to spare. "Okay..."

He let go of you, "Come on, I know where we should go." you followed him to the nearby bridge that was above an intersection along with shops down the street. You walked up the stairs and sat down on a bench that was in the middle of the two stairways.

It was awkward. As the seconds passed by, all you could think of were the things you wanted to say but felt afraid of saying it out loud. You were timid when it came to expressing how you felt since you were in high school. Yet when you met Kuroo that barrier was destroyed only for it to be rebuilt again a few years later.

"What did you need to tell me?" you asked, playing with your fingers.

"I'm sorry for how we ended things." your movement stopped "I thought back then that it was for the best. I didn't want to continue fighting every time with you. The amount of times we ended up apart became more frequent than the times we had ever spent together." His gazed was fixed on ground feeling too vulnerable to look at you "I didn't want to keep hurting you."

"I can't believe- why now?" you asked "Was that the reason you chose? You didn't want to stay and fixed things so you let me go?"

"We couldn't make things better and you know that y/n." he answered "Every time we tried it put distance between us more and more."

You closed your eyes trying to not let the tears fall "It's the fact that you lost hope in us that hurt Kuroo, not the breakup."

"It hurt me too..." he explained "But it hurt me more knowing you were suffering and not giving you the happiness that you deserved."

"I didn't care..." you sniffled "All I wanted was to be with you and solved it together. I kept on trying to find an answer as to what I did that was so wrong that made you leave me."

"What are you talking about-"

"You seriously don't remember?" you looked at him "The things you said to me that day... when I asked you why and all you said was because I didn't love you anymore, I don't want to stay by you. It's for the best Y/n go find your own life and forget about me."

He looked away, closing his eyes tightly. "I didn't mean to sound harsh..."

"But you did." you wiped away your tears "What hurt was the fact that you acted happy the last few days with me then suddenly... you ripped it off like a bandaid Kuroo..."

"I know..." he said "I know I fucked up- I kept thinking back every day after what happened."

You got up from the bench "Why did you pretend you were happy with me?"

"I wasn't pretending!" he exclaimed, getting up as well. "I was happy being with you."

"Could have fooled me... because knowing this now and you not remembering what you told me makes it harder to believe anything you say!"

"I need you. Trust me when I say that I still love you y/n." he stated.

"I-I can't..." you muttered, covering your face.

You were a sobbing mess, and it broke his heart that he was hurting you again when he vowed never to. Kuroo stepped forward slowly, trying to approach you.

"Please don't cry..." he said.

"I'm just tired of this... feeling this vulnerable and thinking about you," you admitted, "when I should focus on my future and not on the past..."

Kuroo stood in front of you, "Do you still love me?..." you didn't answer. He carefully took your hands into his own as he uncovered your face. "Do you still love me?..." he repeated himself.

His touch was arm, your head was dizzy. It's been so long since you were this close to him again. 'Did I still love him?' you thought, trying to figure out the answer on your own.

He gently wiped away your tears, "Because I haven't stopped Y/n... no matter where I'm going or who I'm with my mind goes back to you."

"Where was this 7 years ago?" you questioned "This love and worry you have about me? How you don't want to see me walk away from you again. Why did you show it too late to me? I wasted so much time wondering over someone who never once batted an eye to me when I saw you on campus those two years after our break up. I almost failed because my emotions were all over the place. If it hadn't been for the friends I had I wouldn't have moved on. Now you suddenly see me again one day and you confess you still love me? When you had chance after chance to tell me but chose not to." you clenched your jaw "You don't get to comeback and tell me you love me... it's not fair."

"I lived with the ache in my chest whenever I saw someone or something that reminded me of you. Out of all the y/n's in the world and each time someone said your name I turned around it hopes it was you but came empty every time it was a stranger." he breathed out trying to not break down in front of you but it became impossible. His voice cracked "I-I... still wish everyday that it had been you... y-you by my side a-and not someone else..."

"I wished we had met when we were older and wiser..." you whispered "Maybe then... this pain wouldn't exist within us."

He held your hand to his chest holding it tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to memorize your warmth. "We didn't know what to do... we were young and naive thinking love was such an easy thing to feel." he sniffled "It would be so easy... so damn e-easy... to say I'm sorry and start all over again. To go back to the days where were in l-love... without any problems..."

In all your years you had known Kuroo it was such a rare sight for him to cry and breakdown in front of you. After years, you were surprised to see he didn't feel shy or embarrassed of showing it to you again. It's like he had grown.

Gently you cupped his right cheek and he leaned into your touch. "I still do love you Kuroo..." you confessed "It scares me that I haven't been able to move on without you."

"I'm so sorry..." the pool of tears he held in his eyes were finally escaping "Maybe things would have worked o-out... if we had- no I had expressed my feelings earlier and told you how I felt from the beginning. If I had opened up myself up to you more and not runaway from the only person that had ever made me feel a whole. But I can't... I-I can't turn back time that was then and t-this is now..."

It was late. Yet hearing those words that you had dreamed for years to happen finally did. Life was definitely funny sometimes. One day you can keep convincing yourself you don't need that person that you're fine without them, then have it change with one interaction.

Smiling weakly you wiped away his tears. He smiled small feeling your thumb gently move against his cheek. "I can't believe I'm saying this but..." a chuckle escaped your lips "After all we've been through and still you make my heart beat like a teenager all over again."

"I would do anything to see you smile, Y/n." his eyes shined brightly as the sun's light reflected off his hazel orbs.

Your faces began to grow closer to one another. The space that was in between you two got shorter the longer you stared into each other's eyes.

"There's not anything else in this world that makes me happy as you do, y/n." he said.

Your foreheads gently rested against one another. His hands held your own tightly and brought them up to his lips. It made your stomach grow butterflies again.

Closing your eyes you focused on his touch not on the sounds of traffic. "I’d have my heart broken all over again if it meant that I could have those first six months with you."

He added "Those were the best months of my life."

Your phone then vibrated with messages coming in all at once. Kuroo freed one of your hands, you unlocked your device to see they were from h/n.

"Shoot..." you bit your lip.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"My...um boyfriend... is asking where I am..." you answered feeling conflicted as to what would be the best thing to do.

"You call him and reassure him you're okay." he said "If I was in his place I'd be worried too."

You were surprised by how mature he was, nodding you dialed his number. After a few seconds h/n picked up. Kuroo stood by your side and waited for you to finish.

"Y/n! Where are you I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry... I saw a friend and they needed to talk to me. I didn't mean to make you worry." you explained.

He breathed out in relief knowing you were okay. "It's okay, I'm glad you're okay. Are you on your way back home or are you still with them?"

"I'm still with them I didn't realize it would take long. But I'll be going to the station soon to grab the last train home." you answered.

"Alright, are you sure you don't want me to go pick you up?" he asked "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"No don't worry I'll be home soon. I'll make sure to keep you posted okay?"

"Okay, please be careful. I love you." he said.

"I will, see you soon." you hung up then looked at him. "I should get going, Kuroo."

"I understand." he kissed your forehead softly "You don't owe me an explanation okay? Let's take it one step at a time. And if you still want to see me then I'll be here waiting for you. Like I should have done in the beginning."

Your heart swelled with joy that you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He smiled softly hugging you back tightly, "I missed you so much." you spoke burying your face in his neck.

"I missed you too, Y/n." he rested his chin on top of your head "Can I take you home?"

"I'd like that."

It didn't matter how long it took, he wasn't going to mess this second chance he had with you. He would wait a year if he needed to to be alongside you again. You were his world.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

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ii - rubies?!

word count - 1,903

warnings - mention of scars

"he's so tall and handsome as hell. he's so bad but he does it so well."

index

As you waited for April to come around, you spent your remaining days working out and training your quirk on your own. You didn't want to look for your father nor did you want to bump into him- the only time you wanted to see him was during UA's sports festival where you know he'll be watching so you can rub it in his face how good your life is without him.

As you work out in your apartment building's gym, you can't keep the blond out of your head. Was he doing alright? Should you have asked for his phone number at least? Where did he study? Was he even from this area?

Your mind races and wanders around thoughts about the blond, causing you to trip on your own feet on the treadmill. Before your hands come in contact with the running deck, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, saving you from the fall but not from the embarrassment.

You take a few moments to stop and think about what just happened, allowing the whole thing to just sink in. I almost tripped because I was thinking about some guy. Stupid mistake.

Your savior puts you down beside the treadmill, hands immediately letting go of your waist. "You okay?" Despite having such buffed-up arms, he had such a sweet voice. You look to your right, checking to see the face of your knight in shining armor.

"My name's Izuku Midoriya." He smiles widely, extending his hand towards you. You take it, smiling back. "Y/n L/n, and yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for saving me, I could have attended my first day in UA with a bandage on my forehead." You chuckled, watching the guy's facial expression turn into excitement.

"No way! You'll be attending UA? That's crazy so am I!"

Your eyes widen, finally someone I can be close to in that new school. "What class are you in?" You move to turn off the treadmill, picking up your water bottle from the floor. You unscrew the cap, taking large sips as you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Class 1A."

The water backfires, going down the wrong pipe. You cough out the water, rubbing your chest in pain as Midoriya pats on your back in worry. "You okay? Again?"

You wave your hand at him, coughing a few more times before clearing your throat. "So am I." Your voice comes out rough and broken but still understandable.

For the rest of the day, you chat with Midoriya, getting to know each other as you helped each other work out. Like whenever you needed help with your form, he'd guide you. When he needed more weight on his back as he did push up, you were more than happy to sit on him as you scrolled through your cellphone.

As the end of the day, before the two of you part, he asks for your number so it would be easier to contact you. You kind of regret giving it to him cause he wouldn't shut up about the heroes he looked up to. He was such a hero nerd you found it funny.

When he calmed down and told you good night, you hit the sack yourself, images of the angry blond with beautiful ruby eyes filling your head as you fell asleep with a smile. And honestly, that was the best sleep you've had in years.

You're walking yourself to your new school, heart drumming against your chest. The feeling was a little too nostalgic, it was the same feeling you felt back when you came to UA for the practical exam. It felt like time went by a little too fast. You calm your mind, remembering your mom's text to you earlier that morning, telling you good luck with your first day.

You try recalling your goal- to become a hero despite my father telling me I couldn't. To become a hero, to become a hero to become-

"Hey Y/n!" Midoriya waves at you, his smile as bright as the sun. It's sickening but you shrug it off, it suits his face. "Oh, I hope it's alright if I call you Y/n."

"Only if I can call you Izuku." You wink at him, smiling as you continue your way towards the building. As Izuku rambled on about how nervous he was for today that he couldn't sleep properly, your mind raced back to the thought of the school uniform being uncomfortable.

You were so used to wear pants that showing off your legs seemed taboo to you. Don't get it wrong, you like your legs, you think they're okay. But you've been wearing pants maybe eighty percent of your life that you don't like showing even your knees. You can't sit the way you want with skirts- especially if the way you want is your legs either parted apart as you sink onto your chair or your legs on the desk as you scroll through your phone lazily.

Given that it was school rules to wear a uniform, you decided to cover up your legs with black thigh high instead, cursing at the skirt for being a little bit too short for your liking.

"Here it is." Izuku points up at the board right above the classroom door that read 1A. "I just hope I'm not classmates with Tenya or Kacchan." He chuckles, reaching for the door.

"Tenya? That glasses dude who seemed like someone pissed in his cheerios the morning of the exam?" Izuku nods his head but your mind wasn't at ease just yet. Who the hell was this Kacchan?

Your mind wanders again but your thoughts clear away when you hear two people arguing.

"Take your feet off that desk now." You chuckle, recognizing that voice. You mentally send a sorry to Izuku's way.

"Hah?" And that voice too!

You look up, scanning the room and looking for your two new classmates who were arguing. Iida's back covers who he's getting mad at, forcing you to step inside the classroom to get a better look.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin."

"You're kidding me right? Your old school put a stick in your ass?"

As you thought, that voice belonged to the same guy who's been infiltrating your head ever since you met him. Day and night. However his attitude caught you off guard, he wasn't this rude when the two of you met.

"Rubies?" You say out loud, the blond, or as Izuku calls him, Kacchan looks your way, eyes widening at the sight of you in the same classroom as him. His once smug expression is wiped off his face as he stares at you, completely taken off guard.

Tenya and a brown haird girl who looked a little too much like Kirby approached Izuku and they began talking to him. You, in the other hand, are being pulled out of the classroom by the blond. His hand still as soft as you remember, his grip isn't even that tight around your wrist. Just enough to tug you to where he wanted to bring you without hurting you.

The two of you stand right outside the door leading to the back of the classroom. He turns around, smug expression completely gone and replaced by confusion.

"You never told me you went to UA." He says, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he leans his side on the wall. You cross your arms on your chest, leaning to the side as you rest most of your weight on one leg. "You never asked." The two of you look at each other in silence for a few moments, your heart going haywire in your chest as he keeps his eyes on you. Such eyes that could keep you in a cage of trance forever.

Bakugou opens his mouth but before he could get a word out, a tired voice cuts him off. "Get inside the classroom." He tired-looking man with unkept hair and peach fuzz tells you both. Was he the school janitor? Nevertheless, the both of you walked back inside the classroom, Bakugou's eyes silently telling you that the two of you were going to finish the conversation later.

You sat down on your seat, eyes following the same tired-looking man as he stood in front of the class. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on."

He hands all of you your PE uniforms, telling you all to quickly change into them. You follow the girls to the changing rooms and you hang your PE uniform on your locker, already unbuttoning your uniform but you stop yourself.

I can't show them that.

A girl with long black hair, similar to yours, looks at you from the side, her expression questioning. "I don't think Aizawa sensei is okay with late students. You should quickly change."

You wrap your hands around yourself, cringing at the thought of other eyes on your body. The girl's expression changes into a softer one and she smiles, "Don't worry, nobody here will judge. All bodies are beautiful the way they are."

Exactly, yeah. If these girls were going to be your second family until you graduate highschool, you shouldn't be afraid. You can trust them, right?

Slowly, with slightly trembling hands, you begin unbuttoning your uniform. Taking a deep breath in, you slip your long sleeve down your body, showcasing the many scars that littered all over your back.

You can feel the atmosphere change into a silent, much colder one and your thoughts begin to race. Was it wrong for you to show them this? You've only been together for a few hours, how could you show such a vulnerable side of yourself?

Your eyes squeeze shut, ready for the comments and snickers but instead you hear a squeal. "We have the same bra!" A pink girl squeals, pointing at her pink lacy bra. A smile creeps onto your face as the girl extends her hand towards you, "I'm Mina Ashido. Nice to meet you, twinnie!" She perks and as soon as you take her hand, she shakes it softly before pulling away.

You quickly dress up into your PE uniform, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. "Woah, L/n! The white streaks on your hair look so cool! Where did you get them done?" Mina asks, completely taken by your hair, her eyes sparkling as you flushed at her compliment. No one has ever complimented your hair so genuinely like that before, makes you feel kind of proud having it.

"It's actually natural. My dad has black hair and my mom has white." The girls begin to ooooh and soon after, you all have reached the fields. Aizawa stands beside a white square with a device in his hand, patiently waiting with lazy eyes on his students.

"You should put your hair up like that more. I think the white streaks are cool." Bakugou tells you, his eyes and face forward as he listens to Aizawa talking.

You wouldn't tell him, but his words had your stomach feeling weird things and you feel your face slowly heat up. You swallow whatever you were feeling and face forward.

"Don't tell me what to do, rubies."

You had to buy more ponytails.