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nella09archive · 7 months

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Marriage. 40

Chapter 40: ship mates

“Dad! Stop laughing at me!” I just couldn’t help it. My son looks ridiculous. Is he going to space or to school? I couldn’t stop. Damn it! My ribs.

“Honey, stop it. I think he looks adorable.”

“But, Chichi. Please don’t tell me, this was the outfit you were going to send him to school in.” Now she was giggling. “I knew it!” Now both of us were chuckling and Gohan face kept turning red. “Ok, ok. I’ll stop. Come here little man, and give daddy one more hug.” He hop on my lap, and gave me a hug.

“You two are embarrassing. But I rather have you no other way.” My little man is really growing up.

“Now remember, listen to Krillin and be very careful. And one more thing.” He looked up at me, while I singled Chichi to come closer. Chichi then joined the hug, and we kissed his cheeks. “Me and mommy love you very much, and are always proud of you.”

“I love you and mommy, too. Now, can you both stop kissing me.” I tickled him one more time. “Come on, please. I’m going to be late.” Awe, he was doing the angry puffy face Chichi does.

“Ok little man. You be a big boy on this trip, and come back safely.” He nodded and went off to wait with his grandpa. Now alone with Chichi, I could finally ask. “Is everything ok at home?” She nodded. “Are you ok?” She shook her head. “Come here.” I held her in my arms and rubbed her back. “It’ll be ok. I’ll be on my way soon, after I heal. I’m going to make sure he comes home to you.” She nods against my shoulder, and then she gives me one more kiss before she leaves.

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Why did mom had to pack so much? You would think, she packed the whole house in there. I really do love my mom. Once me and everyone else were in space, I come to the impression of certain things. One, don’t ever mess with Ms. Bulma; she’s scary. Also, she so over herself, almost spoiled. Two, Krillin is pretty chill, but a nervous wreck. And the way dad told me about them, I don’t know what to believe. Well, I can believe the warning of being careful around Bulma. The thing with Krillin is, I don’t know, up to debate.

The way dad talks about him, and what I’ve seen so far, it’s almost like they’re brothers. And Krillin been nothing but nice to me, and defined me. Plus, he’s helping me a lot with my training. So, does that mean he’s almost like my uncle or something? That would be super cool. I couldn’t help giggle to myself. I have a meanie uncle Raditz, a meanie uncle and first teacher Piccolo, and now nice uncle Krillin. Wow! It’s amazing how fast my family is growing, since I just met everyone one year ago. So, does that make Ms. Bulma my aunt? Um, that’s up for debate.

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Not even a week out of that metal bed, and he’s already escaping. My silly husband. What really upsets me is that I worked so hard on his sweater. He could have least taken it with him. But when I woke this morning, I was surprised that I had his sheets over my shoulders. So, I’ll give him points for at least making sure I was ok first. So, mister you have one more hour. Ok Chichi, and I’m on an island off to the north of the hospital. Did you take your medicine before leaving? No. In that case, you’re down to 30 minutes. Meanie. 25. One more word and I’m going over now. Actually, can you. I’m kind of… Ow!

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Chichi is so going to kill me. I shouldn’t have left the hospital. But be damn, did I need the exercise. Ok, if I didn’t take too much at once, I would have been able to last longer. Damn my spine! She found out, and was giving me extra time. I really don’t deserve her. Great, now she’s shortening it, due to me not taking those stupid pills. Meanie. 25. One more word and I’m going over now. Actually, can you. I’m kind of… Ow!

As I prepared myself for the long speech, she was going to give me, I enjoyed watching the clouds. My beautiful wife is going to skin me alive. And the worst part is, I can’t even do anything about it. Every single time she gets mad, I always get her back that night. Hey, it’s not my fault she’s so damn irresistible when she’s angry. Just thinking about how angry she must be right now is getting me worked up. I hope she comes alone. I would at least like some time with her before going back to that sicken place.

And there goes my hopes and dreams when I saw Master Roshi. Why didn’t you come alone? No mister. No kissy for misbehaved husbands. Plus, you forgot your sweater. Not my fault I didn’t want to wake you up. You need all the rest you can get. Looks who’s talking. Your lovable husband that only cares for your happiness. By the way thank you. Yeah, yeah. Don’t think I’m doing that again. This was your one freebie. My wife is just so perfect.

As Master Roshi drove the airship, Chichi was next to me. She was holding my hand, while poking my face. No more escaping. You have to rest up. But you know how I am. I can’t sit still for the life of me. She looked up, at Master Roshi’s direction, then back at me. What are you— She kissed me. I tried to follow her, as she left, but I couldn’t. She then had an evil grin on her face. What if I told you if Master Roshi didn’t insist on coming, we might have done something? WHAT! So, why you let him? I wanted so badly to be alone with my wife. This sucks! Deal with it. You being a naughty husband. And you’re being a good wife, but I still wish for another kissy.

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Bulma is just so messy. After Krillin first showed me how to mentally train, we did it everyday on this trip. We also had to clean up after Bulma. Krillin would even talk about how spoil she is. Then a thought occurred to me. “Ms. Bulma, Krillin, how did you guys meet my dad?” Daddy never told me how he met his friends.

“Well, for me I was on the hunt for the dragon balls. Your dad just so happen to have the four-star ball. Then we started traveling together. Simple as that.”

“From what I’ve heard you hit Goku with your car and then shot him. Then after that you found out he had the ball, and convinced him to travel with you.”

“Shut up Krillin.” They’re weird. Dad did mention about Bulma hitting him a lot when he was younger. “Besides your dad was one strong kid. So strong in fact, he made for a decent bodyguard.” Why would Bulma do that?

“How were two when you met?” Dad really doesn’t talk about his past much, so this would be fun. Maybe I could learn more about dad.

“I was 16 at the time, and if I remember correctly, Goku was 12. I actually thought he was older at the time. But then we found out he couldn’t count past 10.”

“Launch helped with that. Thank goodness.” What did dad do before he met Bulma? Now I just have more questions.

“After he met me, we met Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Yamcha, then Ox King, Chichi. After we collected the dragon balls, your dad went to train with Master Roshi. Wait. Isn’t that when he met you, Krillin?”

“Yeah. At first, I thought your dad as my rival, and a weirdo. Jumping off cliffs like it was nothing, and saying how he found Master Roshi’s rock because it smelled like him. I also thought he was extremely stupid.”

“Oh please, he still is.”

“HEY! MY DAD ISN’T STUPID!” Why they have to say that about my dad? What’s their problem? Mom does say dad doesn’t know much about books, doesn’t mean he’s dumb. His mind just works different, and he’s way smarter than people think. Well that what mom says, and I agree with her.

“Sorry kid. But face it, your dad is slow.” Bulma isn’t nice at all.

“To be honest, he has his moments. Heck, sometimes I question if he just acts dumb.” Krillin is way nicer. “Besides kid, why did you want to know how we met your dad?”

“Dad doesn’t talk much about his past. So, I was just curious.”

Krillin ruffles my hair. “Aw kid. How bout after this is all done, we can tell you stories about your dad’s adventures with us.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that grew on my face. “Really?”

“Wow, you really are his son. You got his smile and everything. Creepy.” Why did Bulma say that? Well, break was over, and Krill and I got back to training.

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Master Roshi finally left, and Chichi was putting a new bunch of flowers away. I was debating on if I should try to escape or ask her to join me on the roof. Both options were good. One hand, if I escape, I’ll just be on the roof anyway. I don’t plan to go far. On the other hand, having Chichi with me would be nice. Heck she won’t let me train, but having her with me would be nice regardless. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. You move one muscle from that bed, and you’re in trouble mister.” Aw man. Not even for a little fresh air? “Your definition of ‘fresh air’ means training, so no. And don’t pout at me.” I couldn’t help lick my lips at how angry she looked. It even made her blush.

I wish I didn’t have to share a room, maybe we could have done something. Now Chichi face, even her neck, turned red. “Shut up.” So, take me to the roof. That was a one time. “Stop pouting!” She walked over to me, arms crossed and her angry puffy face. Now I felt my face burning. I can’t even look at her right now, when she does that. It’s so unfair. I want alone time with my pretty wife! Especially with her angry at me. “Goku!” CRAP! Don’t look! It’s a trap. She grabbed my face, and forced me to look at her. CRAP! My wife is looking like a goddess right now. This sucks! I can’t do anything to her! “Suck it up mister, and get some rest.”

I have to think of something quick. “Feed me?” Why the hell that was the only thing I could think of? But heck, it stunned even her. Even to the point of blushing again.

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“Feed me?” Is my husband serious right now? The way he’s been looking me this whole time, and what he’s been mentally saying, makes me question what he’s actually asking. Does he mean actual food? Because I can easily do that. But if he means the other thing, no way. With his cast arm, he pulls me closer and licks my neck. “Feed me.” He even goes and gives me a light suck. I could feel my whole face burning. Goku! Stop that! We’re in a hospital room, with other people! “The curtains are in the way. Feed me. Please.” He then trailed licks and kisses down my neck. Once he reaches the bitemark, does he licks and nip there.

Damn it Goku! How about an apple? He pokes my right breast. “These apples?” No. Actually apples. “But I want these.” He pokes again. I can’t believe he’s actually doing this. It feels like my whole body is on fire from both being shamefully aroused, and mortified that he’s doing this in a hospital. Dear kami, give me the strength to survive this. “Huff.” Uh? Goku had let me go and is looking anyway. Are you mad? “Yes.” Why? He didn’t even reply. What in the world did I do to make you mad? Am I really doing anything wrong by giving my wife attention? Besides, you started it. Uh? Oh! I poked his face. Stop being a baby. “Then stop teasing me, if you don’t want it happening back to you.”

I just sat at the edge of the bed, and brought his head to rest of my chest. He smiled at that; he even kissed my breast. “Can you please take it easy, and rest up. You’re going to worry me sick if you don’t.” I gently scratched the top of his head, and rubbed his back. He purred his content into my chest. “You’re such a big softy.” And you’re too good to me. Can you hum? I really miss it. Sure. Before long I had hummed my dear Goku to sleep.

This kind of reminds me of the first time Goku couldn’t figure out how to calm down a crying Gohan. He tried everything I showed him, and it still didn’t work. It got so bad that not even him rocking back and forth and trying to hum work. On top of that I was way to exhausted myself. Goku was just trying to give me a break. That was the day we found out about the tail thing, but Goku didn’t like that he had to do that. On top of that, he didn’t want put Gohan in his room. Goku ended up working out, while holding Gohan the whole time. At some point he woke up, but neither of realized. If it wasn’t for the baby sounds, Goku wouldn’t have stopped to see an awake Gohan. The moment Goku stopped did Gohan start crying again. Then Goku did sit-ups with Gohan, and the crying stopped. And now we found a nicer way to keep Gohan calm. Well, when he’s with Goku. That thought always make me laugh. But it was nice, knowing Gohan enjoyed his father.

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Me and Krillin are starting to get tired of cleaning after Bulma. Plus, I’m super hungry but I don’t want to say anything. Mom did pack me a ton of snacks, but I been trying to save as much as possible. Then again, mom did pack a ton of meals in capsule form for me. Saying how I need to eat healthy. But when I first took one the capsules Bulma and Krillin gave me a weird look as I ate. Commenting that I really was dad son, and they still couldn’t get over how much he ate. I always knew me and dad ate a lot, and mom ate so little. But mom never said anything. Actually, she would be super happy whenever we asked for another helping. Or super mad, when we didn’t finish.

The few times mom did eat a little more than usual dad always couldn’t stop smiling at mom. But I don’t get Krillin’s and Bulma’s reactions. Maybe this whole thing of eating a lot is an alien thing. What did uncle Raditz and that Vegeta guy say we were again? Saiyan? Is that how you even say it? After the whole reaction, I tried to eat slower, and even at least half and save the rest for later.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, Krillin.”

“So, why aren’t you eating?” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t eating. I must look sad or something. He ruffled my hair. “Come on kid. You got to keep up your strength for Namek. Speaking of Namek, how long we got Bulma?”

“Just another 2, maybe even 3, days or so.” Wow, the months were going by fast. I better finish and train again, with Krillin.

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moonlightdancer26 · 3 years

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Why Remus was an irresponsible, selfish coward in PoA, and Snape in PoA is completely justified:

Okay, except the “insufferable know it all” part and the threatening a toad part but whatever.

Btw this is gonna be pretty long.

Let’s start off with Remus:

So, he didn’t tell Dumbledore that Sirius Black (who Remus believes, at that time, is a mass murderer who betrayed James and Lily and murdered Peter, and who wants to kill Harry), is an illegal Animagus, endangering Harry and everyone else, just to save his ass from one emotionally stressful conversation with Dumbles. In my opinion, this is one of the most cowardly acts ever committed in the entire series. Let’s not forget that he didn’t let Dumbles that Black was an illegal Animagus BEFORE he knew that Black was innocent. And Remus had neglected taking his Wolfsbane potion which led to him nearly killing/eating three students. He said nothing, while the rest of the staff were worried sick because a known serial killer was breaking into the school. Also, that asshole left Severus to lie head-injured, unconscious and bleeding for almost an hour without medical treatment, even though any period of unconsciousness resulting from blunt force trauma and lasting more than ten minutes is life threatening.

Now Severus:

I see people say that Severus “let an innocent man rot in Azkaban just because he was that petty”, like, do y’all even know how to read?? Many people forget that Severus genuinely thought Remus was trying to sneak a killer into Hogwarts. Remember when he said that line in the shrieking shack? “Vengeance is very sweet. How I hoped I’d be the one to catch you.” You think that was because of bullying? Nope. He genuinely thought that Sirius sold Lily and James out to Voldemort and that Remus tried to irresponsibly sneak him in.

OF COURSE everything is somehow Severus’s fault. Remus is totally just a poor innocent angel who is being treated badly by meanie Snivellus.

It was because of Severus flawlessly brewing him Wolfbane potion every month that Remus got a comfortable teaching job in the first place. He should be very grateful to his old classmate in my opinion. And Severus did not directly tell anyone about Remus’s condition until the end of the year which was the responsible thing to do and everyone probably would have done the same. He saw Remus as a potential threat to Harry. And if he had not, something else would have had to happen to get Remus out of that cursed post. One of the last two DADA professors had ended up dead and the other brain-damaged. Remus was lucky he was allowed to resign; he could have been Obliviated, burned to death or whatever was the fate that awaited the DADA teachers at the end of the year. Severus practically did him a favor. There is a real thing called PTSD based anger. You can clearly see that Severus was going through PTSD anger in PoA by knowing the history between him, Remus, and Black. As well as knowing that PTSD anger is much more serious and intense than normal anger, wanting revenge is another symptom of PTSD. His PTSD isn’t taken seriously and it is NOT invalid just because he was a bit mean. He is NOT petty just because you like Black more than him. Just because his trauma scars got unleashed in a screaming fit does NOT make him “over dramatic” or “petty”. Also, You know who outed Remus Lupin as a werewolf before Snape did? Sirius Black did. Y’know what makes it even better? Snape kept the secret for almost two decades, only AFTER Remus put kids in danger, but Sirius revealed it to Snape almost immediately, for a bit of his idea of "fun". Severus had every right to be angry in PoA: look at what he’s dealing with!! And he was completely justified when he wanted to hand over Sirius to the dementors. The first thing to remember is that absolutely everybody, including Dumbledore and Remus, was certain that Sirius was guilty up until the conversation at the end of PoA - that was why they left Sirius to rot in Azkaban for almost twelve years and made no attempt to speak to him or to appeal on his behalf. Harry himself had been very keen on feeding Sirius to the Dementors, right up until that conversation. Remember that none of the Death Eaters except Voldemort himself knew who all the others were. Snape didn't know that Peter had been a Death Eater, and he didn't know that Sirius hadn't. We find Sirius's gauntness and shakiness touching because we know he was innocent and that he was there to protect Harry, but to Severus, the fact that Sirius has chosen to starve in the forest is proof of his fanatical desire to finish his betrayal of the Potters by murdering Harry, at any cost to himself. And protecting Harry is Sev's primary goal in life. Then, Sevy overhears Sirius still boasting about his attempted murder of Severus, and saying that he had deserved it and victim blamed him. Quite aside from the personal aspect, this is more evidence, to Snape, that Sirius is a gloating killer. And Snape must be terrified - he's run there flat out because he thought Harry was in danger, he can see that they've broken Ron's leg, and now he's trapped at the end of a very long, low tunnel with the two people who nearly murdered him before, one of whom he believes to be a mass murderer and the other of whom he knows to be a werewolf on the point of transformation. And then to cap it all, when Snape reveals his presence, instead of trying to keep him calm and explain the situation, Remus calls him a fool and Sirius sneers at him and says "The joke's on you again", deliberately reminding him of how close he had come to dying before (an event that traumatized Severus for life), in this place, from the actions of these people. Of course Snape is half out of his mind with rage and with fear for himself and for the children. And Severus being traumatized also led to him having a full blown melt down in front of The Minister of Magic aka Fudge.

And no, it wasn't exactly nice of him to want to feed them to the Dementors - but that is a normal thing in their (very horrible dystopian) society and, as I say, Harry himself had been very keen on the idea up until about twenty minutes previously. You could even make a case for Severus in this scene being just as bad as Sirius and Remus, who are proposing to execute Peter without a trial in front of three children (AND Remus rolls up his sleeves when he does so, as if he was going to do it with his own bare hands), even though at this point Remus has not heard any objective evidence that it is Sirius who is telling the truth, and not Peter. (Sirius, of course, knows that Peter is guilty - but Remus only has Sirius's word for it.)

And of course, in the hospital scene, when Snape is raging and irrational, he’s badly concussed - we can see that from the fact that he is spitting as he speaks. Both the irrational rage and the spitting are known symptoms of concussion. Severus’s reaction is completely understandable and justified.

At some point, by the end of GoF, Snape learns that Dumbledore's change of heart over Sirius at the end of PoA was correct and that Sirius was innocent, for a given value of "innocent". Snape and Sirius continue to hate each other and to needle each other, but once he knows Sirius is a faithful Order member Snape does his best to protect him - not only trying to get him to stay away from the Ministry at the end of OotP, but also giving Umbridge fake Veritaserum so she can't get Sirius's location out of Harry, and warning Dumbledore that she is trying to do so.

Remus was extremely selfish and was a coward. And Severus gets way too much hate for outing him even though he’s completely right. And I see dumbasses acting like Severus changed the law and ruined all lives for werewolves. Like, does he somehow have the ability to change the law??😂 He was completely right in Prisoner of Azkaban and I will forever keep on defending him. And somehow Severus is in the wrong for doing the right thing and Remus is an innocent angel? There’s much more but I’ll end it here since I really don’t want to waste your time.

#severus snape #harry potter #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #anti snaters #professor severus snape #hp #anti remus lupin #anti sirius black

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turtletimewriting · 3 years

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Tickletober- Day 4 Fingers

Summary: Hakoda fondly remembers a game he played with the younger Katara and Sokka. They’re still kids! So they must remember it... right?

Note: Ah yes, a quick return to avatar. Being honest, this one has a more sadder tone but I had to write a very quick happy ending because I’m a sucker. I feel like most of the prompts so far haven’t had much tickling, haha!

Day One!

Previous day!

Next Day!

_._._

“Not my fault you’re too much of a dummy to get it!”

“You suck!”

“No I don’t! You suck!”

“Oh how creative!”

Hakoda rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Don’t get him wrong, having children and that first ever time seeing them and getting to cradle them was beyond words. They were the light of his life. But also they were the biggest pains in the world. Welcome to parenthood. The annoying part was that the children could absolutely torment him and then they would turn and give him the sweetest smiles and do something adorable and he would forgive them instantly. He grumbled loudly as he got up to go check what had set them off this time.

Walking into the room, he was greeted with sheets of paper thrown about the place covered in rough childish scrawls. Ah, Sokka must’ve been trying to be all superior and teacher-y again and Katara was getting fed up.

“You’re such a meanie!” Katara stomped her little tiny foot like she was some threat and Hakoda only just about bit down on his aww.

“Right. What’s happened now?” He placed his hands on his hips but his kids only glanced his way for a second before then screaming and pointing fingers.

“Sokka was being-“

“Katara is calling me names! And she-“

“And he said that my sewing was dumb-“

“She’s not very nice or forgiving!”

“I was just doing my chores and-“

“Katara just doesn’t get it!”

“Okay!” Hakoda raised his voice just a little, but enough to stop the squabbling. The two little kids looked up with tears shining in their eyes. Another frustrating part of parenting is knowing that they looked positively miserable right now but, in a few minutes, they’d be laughing and messing with each other. But he would have to deal with their pouty faces right now. His face naturally curled into an evil smirk. “I know someone in particular who would love to help you both get along…”

The two kids only looked to him blankly. But he then raised his hands into two claws.

Chaos broke out.

“AAAAAH!”

“DAD! NO, NO, NO! DAD!” Sokka squealed as he jogged on the spot before then sprinting as fast as his little legs could carry him. Katara went to run the opposite direction before backtracking and racing after her brother. Hakoda giggled himself at that. Katara would always follow Sokka so she could throw him to the wolves to get away herself. He counted a few seconds to give them a head start before loudly growling and chasing after them.

He stomped to the next room and was greeted to his little son’s boot poking out from the furs laying across the floor and Katara standing a little behind where he was hiding. Her frantic giggling and stance made it clear she was still ready to run at the shortest notice.

“Oh where, oh where, could my little giggly friend Sokka have went?” Hakoda stomped closer to the fur, that was now frantically squealing at the incoming danger. He paused just long enough. Katara giggled at her brother’s future demise. “Oh well!” Hakoda cheered and suddenly lurched to pick up his scheming daughter.

“AAAAAAH AHAHAHAH AAAAAAAAH!” Katara screeched as her dad squeezed her sides as she was swept up in his arms.

“I guess the tickle monster will have to make do with this absolutely precious ticklish girly over here! She was standing nice and still ready for my tickles!” Hakoda growled before blowing a raspberry against her pudgy cheek.

“I won’t let the monster get my baby sister!” A tiny voice cried out and a little boy tried to ram into Hakoda’s legs.

“Ah! More the better!” Hakoda tried to awkwardly kneel down and scoop up Sokka in his other arm. Each of his squealing wiggling kids in his arms as he took turns blowing raspberries and scribbling across their tummies. Okay, maybe Sokka received more raspberries but only because his reaction was cuter.

“What is going on here,” An amused voice shattered through the childish laughter. Kya stood by the doorway with her own smirk. Hakoda sheepishly loosened his grip on them and they all fell to the floor dramatically.

“Daddy was torturing us!” Sokka exclaimed in between his giggles.

“Aw, poor warrior. Do you know what would help you recover from daddy’s horrible relentless cruel torture?” She kneeled down to them and Sokka happily ran into her arms.

“What?”

“Eating all the veg with your dinner tonight,” Her smile vanished into a stern practised parent look.

“No!” Sokka whined and flopped to the floor all over again.

“Well, you better eat at least some. I’d hate for daddy to gain a helper for his torture,” She smirked and raised her hands and wiggled her fingers at him.

Sokka squeaked and ran out of the room like a shot. Katara waddling after him.

“You’ve got them trained well,” Kya joked as she helped pull Hakoda back up to his feet.

“I think you were the one to start it!” Hakoda exclaimed. He had a very vivid image of Kya wiggling her fingers menacingly from their babies first days. She trained that fear response to wiggling fingers from the day they were born!

“Yes, but it is known as daddy’s torture…” She left the room with a winning smirk.

Those sorts of memories were the ones that kept Hakoda fighting every day. To one day fight so his children could go back to running around with their biggest worry being the wiggling fingers making them eat their veg. The memories kept him fighting during the tense moments waiting to ambush. They kept him warm during the long nights when he couldn’t sleep on his ship. They kept him in place when he imprisoned.

The Western Air Temple was the closest Hakoda had ever felt to those memories in literal years. Admittedly, that fact alone felt awful but he tried to not linger on it. It was just a bunch of kids messing around and joking as Katara stirred through a dinner simmering over the warm fire. The cold temple seeming alive with the light spilling into all the corners and their chatter echoing through.

“And here’s yours Sokka. No veggies or anything remotely good for you. Just the way you like it!” Katara smarmily teased as she handed him his bowl.

“He’s still not eating his veg!” Hakoda laughed.

“You’d think being around Aang would be some sort of influence!” Katara laughed back while Sokka stuttered some excuse.

“Meat is plenty healthy for you! It makes you strong and we all know that warriors-“

“Sokka, are you sure you don’t want to eat your veg?” Hakoda raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. He was supposed to be evilly smiling but he was just so excited to be able to do this again after so long.

“I’m pretty sure,” Sokka replied, looking directly at him, before just digging into his bowl. Hakoda frowned. He looked to Katara but she looked at his wiggling fingers blankly.

“Here you are, dad.” Katara simply handed him a bowl of some stew.

Hakoda felt the joy just evaporate immediately. Right. That makes sense. He had even thought about it! It had been years since they were last sent squealing and running with his wiggling fingers. Of course they’d forgotten it. Hakoda tried not to seem too dejected and just ate his stew, letting all the kids take charge in the conversation.

They just weren’t little babies anymore, Hakoda thought.

Bonus happy ending as I can’t ever commit to sad endings…

“Bumi! If you don’t get in the bath then you know what will happen!” Katara had her hands on her hips firmly. Hakoda guiltily looking over his shoulder. He was the one who was in charge of babysitting and couldn’t give Bumi a bath before his hardworking stressed daughter come home from work.

“No!”

Katara said nothing. Merely, she raised a brow and slowly raised her hands from her hips. She pointed them in claws and slowly started to wiggle them.

Bumi then let out a frankly inhuman squeal that left Hakoda clutching his hands over his ears. “NO! MUMMY!”

“Then bath. Now.” Katara pointed to the tub but she made sure to cheekily scribble up his back as he walked into the bathroom.

Hakoda felt his world slowly freeze over. “I didn’t think you remembered that?”

Katara looked his way with a chuckle, “Of course. I think I lost my hearing from Sokka’s girlish screaming. How else would I parent, I’ll copy from the best.”

Katara walked after her son but Hakoda felt stuck to the spot. His entire chest glowing. It was these little memories that stuck with people and warmed them the most.

#tickletober #tickletober 2021 #tickletober day 4 #tickling #sokka #katara #hakoda #turtle writing #fanfic

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sapphire-dreamsky · 3 years

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Sukuna, the Grumpy Cat

In celebration of 100+ followers🥳

Warnings: | Swear words | Sukuna and Author breaking down that fourth wall | Some commentary from the author (shameless self-insert commentary I know) and Sukuna's own comments because why not? |

When he woke up, he thought it was a fucking joke. Again?! Last time was a child version of but this time a cat? He was going to kill the person who instigated all this.

A/N: Sukuna please, don't 😅. I'm sorry if I use you for entertainment purposes.

Sukuna: At least make it good.

A/N: Meanie.

While as a child he could speak, every time he opens his mouth, he...meows. Worse of all. Since he retained his original conscience, he is now a grumpy Sukuna with claws that will hurt. Trust him. It will hurt once he hunts down the person who did this and thought it would be funny.

A/N: I'm going to hide from a...cat🤭

Sukuna: Winter!!!

A/N: *Yelp*

Upon further inspection, he decided that maybe it wasn't that bad. He could rest the whole day and no one could bother him since he is in the form of a cat. You can't expect him to kill curses like this can you? He could hide from the humiliation of being turned into a cat while waiting for the effects of the curse to dissipate.

It's not like the others really bothered with waking him up. They learnt their lesson when the group tried to prank him once in his sleep and were nearly sliced.

The man loves his sleep. Let him sleep. That's simple like that.

Wrong. He was so wrong.

He forgot that his s/o would look for him if he didn't show up for breakfast.

You came barging in his room with a platter of delicious food.

Sukuna was sleeping under his blanket, intending to sleep the curse away when the smell of the delicious breakfast that he missed woke him up.

Groggy from sleep he forgets that he is in cat form.

You let out a squeal and that's when he realises that he messed up.

Squeezed to death was not on his bucket list.

He tries to get out of your hold but to no avail. So he had to wait until you finish gushing all over him, telling him he is adorable and just rubbing behind his ears without asking for his permission.

'Damn human, taking liberties like that.'

Despite that he is purring. Very loudly too.

"Oh hey, Mister cute adorable cat. You wouldn't have happened to see a grumpy old man sleeping his day away would you? Where did you even come from? Did you come through the window? Sneaky little thing."

He continued purring because the scratches were way too good. 'Life as a cat is good...'

You decide to set down the tray of food, looking for signs of your boyfriend.

"Hmmm...his wallet is here...his phone is here...his uniform is here? Where could he go without his wallet? Is he hiding from training again? But that is unusual...he is normally waiting in his room for food if that was the case..."

All the while, Sukuna is devouring his well-deserved breakfast because he is starving.

As soon as he finished, he tries grabbing your attention by jumping over your shoulder as you investigate his room for his 'disappearance'.

"Ouf. Mister Cat, you are a bit heavy you know?"

The cat looks so offended that he reminds you of your grumpy boyfriend.

Then he starts meowing at you, as if to ask you to take back that statement.

"There, there. Calm down. I'm sorry. I was just joking. Will you help me find Sukuna? He is a tall guy who is either always frowning or smiling sadistically. He has pink hair and a lot of tattoos. The bad boy archetype."

The cat starts meowing even louder as if trying to argue with you.

"What? You don't believe me? It's true. He is the bad boy archetype that all high-school girls fall for. Don't tell him, but his attitude is actually more similar to that of an old man who hasn’t had enough sleep and is grumpy the next day."

The cat puts his paw on your mouth as if to ask you to stop talking. It was more of a demand really.

Then he turns away, as if you offended him, nose in the air, tail swishing around lazily. But Sukuna was annoyed. As soon as he reverts back to normal, he will take his revenge. And then we'll see who the old man is.

As the day drags on, however, with your new found companion sitting on your shoulder like pikachu, you start to worry.

"Where are you, Sukuna?"

Was he in danger? What if he got kidnapped? What if Sukuna is dying somewhere (Sukuna: Human, stop being dramatic will you?)? Or maybe he was mad? Or he ran away?

All the possibilities were starting to gnaw at you. It didn't help that neither your teacher nor your classmates knew where he ran off to. "He is the closest to you. Are you sure he didn't hint at something, (Y/N)?"

After the day turned into night, you fed the cat.

Surprisingly, he didn't run off while you were scouting the whole school's area and some places in the city looking for Sukuna.

After feeding him, you went off to Sukuna's room, hoping that he would be back.

However, only silence and emptiness greeted you.

You went and sat on his bed, the cat sitting on your lap facing you as if knowing that you were sad.

He tried pawing at you, rubbing himself all over you to try and cheer you up.

"Misted cat...I don't know what to do if he left. Even if he is an annoying grumpy guy, I still love him. He doesn't have many redeemable qualities but he is kind in his own peculiar way when he wants to. I know that he cares. More time than I can count, he saved me from danger. Even if he doesn't say that he loves me a lot, he lets me know by leaving some necessary things that he knows I need. One time he prepared me some homemade food from my town because I was feeling homesick. And when I have nightmares, he always somewhat knows and he sneaks into my bed despite it being forbidden and getting in trouble the next day. He always had my back. What if he is in danger somewhere? What if he needs help but I don't know? What if he...died?"

The last word was said so quietly that the Sukuna the Cat nearly missed it.

As droplets of tears started pouring over his head, he looked up, and tried to kiss your nose in affection, trying to reassure you that he was fine.

However, when leaning in, you unexpectedly fell down because of the sudden weight.

Sukuna was certain that he didn't weigh much in his cat form.

However, when he opens his eyes, he sees you crying beneath him. So he tries to wipe away the tears with his index finger...wait his finger? He is in his human form again!

You opened your eyes upon feeling a weight on you. The cat can't be that heavy.

However, as soon as your eyes lay on the very much naked man on top of you, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

"Sukuna you...you...stupid dumbass! How dare you make me worry so much! I was sick with worry, you know?! What if you died?!"

"Ouch. Where were your kind words from before? Was that all for the cat?"

Speaking of cats...

"Don't tell me you were the cat?!"

"Yep."

"How did you even turn into a freaking cat?!"

"In my sleep? Got no idea. But I'm back. It's so good to be in human form again."

He stretches his long limbs, uncaring of the fact that his butt was in the air.

A/N: As if you cared 🙄.

Sukuna: Clothes restrict my movements. It's a strategy.

A/N: Excuses are all I hear.

"Sukuna put some clothes on!"

"Uh? Why would I do that? It's my room, my rules. Meaning you are in my territory."

"Annoying bastard."

Still you hug him tightly from behind, afraid to let go.

"Feeling a little cuddly, I see."

"Shut up. You're ruining the mood."

"Technically that's the author's fault. But I'm not going anywhere else if that can reassure your pretty little head."

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#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna

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chellesdump · 2 years

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Sharon Emerges

Being seated outside the principal's office waiting for your parents was a nerve-wracking situation regardless of your age, but it added stress when it was your first time, you're 5 years old and all adults are looking at you as if you've committed the most atrocious act.

That was how Mina was feeling at the moment, waiting for either her mommy or her mama to arrive and have the inevitable talk with Miss Choi the teacher that had brought her here, and Mrs. Lee the old principal of her Kindergarten.

She couldn't decide which mom was a better option to have come into school, on one hand, her Mama Jeongyeon was the more strict one and would get a bit mad at having to leave work to deal with her kids' misbehavior, but at the same time she would go soft quicker if she put on her puppy eyes and pout; on the other hand, her Mommy Nayeon was more chill even getting happy at having an excuse to leave work early when her kids were feeling unwell, but she was also the one who had less tolerance when she was called for misbehavior.

Her inner turmoil was disrupted by the sound of heels coming from the hall and her Mommy's voice talking on the phone with who she could guess was her Mama, her anxiety elevated more with each of Nayeon's steps knowing she wouldn't be happy with the situation at hand, so she began playing with her fingers to try and calm down a little, but the moment the steps stopped a couple of meters in front of her she felt as if her heart stopped for the tiniest bit.

“Hello, I'm Mina's mom, I was called to have a talk about my daughter's misbehavior” “Oh yeah, have a seat and I'll go tell Mrs. Lee that you have arrived” “Thank you,” Nayeon said while going towards the seats outside of the office where Mina was sitting, greeting the small Japanese girl who was clearly nervous “Hi Minari, care to explain why I was called off work due to you getting in a fight?” asked Nayeon with a raised eyebrow, the only response she got was a mumbled wasn'mafaul coming from the tiny Japanese, “Mina stop mumbling and look at me” said while crouching in front of Mina, putting a hand under her chin and directing her to look at Nayeon, but the moment their eyes met tears started coming out of Mina's eyes breaking Nayeon’s heart.

“Baby, please talk to me. I swear I’m not mad, I just want to know why you did that '' begged Nayeon trying to coarse words out of Mina. “I-it wasn’t mah fault, Chan started it, not me… Chan, no-not me” “Shh baby calm down” she said rubbing circles on her back “What did Chan do to make you hit him?” “He was making fun of us and pushing us, being a meanie overall and mama says we should always stand up for ourselves” “I’m gonna kill you Jeong'' mumbled Nayeon through clenched teeth “Of course you should stand up for yourself, but you should always tell an adult first about what’s happening” reprimanded Nayeon

“I DID! … we did, Jihyo always tells teachers about what Chan do but they don’t do nothing. Ji always makes sure Chan stops bothering us but since she’s not here today he got meaner. I didn’t wanna get in trouble, but he wouldn’t stop!” “Oh baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through that but don’t worry we’ll get this solved and make sure Chan stop bothering you” both mother and daughter were caught in a tight embrace when they were called into the office.

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“Come in Mr. and Mrs. Kang take a seat with Yoochan please” said Mrs. Lee from within her office “You too should come in, Miss …?” “Mrs. Im-Yoo ma’am, nice to meet you I’m Mina’s mom” said Nayeon while bowing a greeting to all the present. “As you know, we called you here today regarding the fight between Yoochan and Mina that occurred on recess time, we like to apologize beforehand for the injuries that Yoochan presented but luckily Miss Choi here, was able to stop the fight before it escalated even more” “We are lucky that our little Yoochan only got some meek scratches as a result, otherwise we would have sook legal action seeing as you aren’t taking proper care of our son” mentioned Mr. Kang with prepotency laced on his voice, this irked Nayeon, she couldn’t really stand people who believe themselves better than everyone else.

“Of course, Mr. Kang don’t worry, this won’t happen once again. We’ll make sure that students that cause trouble like Mina here will get punished and…” “Excuse me Mrs. Lee but aren’t first offences just talked out with their teacher at the end of school day?” “Well, normally that’s the case but when there’s an injured kid involved, we have to call the parents and have a talk with both parties” “I understand that but as Mr. Kang said Yoochan only had some meek scratches and my child wasn’t seen by the school nurse, she also has some scratches and bruises resulting from the mentioned fight, so why the different treatment between both children?” “We didn’t knew that Mina also had minor injuries, so how were we supposed to treat them?” “You could have asked her or checked for them, a fight requires two people so it’s just a given thing to check everyone involved. Also, will Yoochan be getting the same punishment as Mina?” inquired Nayeon, repositioning Mina on her lap so she could cuddle her better.

“No, why would Yoochan be punished when he’s the victim here Miss Im?” “It’s Mrs. Im-Yoo and he’s not the victim both of them were involved, so both should be punished. Besides did you care to ask why they were fighting, or did you just decided to punish kids without knowing the reasoning behind their actions?” scoffed Nay. “I get that you’re upset that your kid is getting punished, but you can’t excuse her actions Mrs. Im-Yoo, she needs to learn that her actions have consequences” scolded Mrs. Lee, “Ugh these young parents don’t know how to discipline their kids, that’s why there are little monsters roaming around” scoffed Mrs. Kang with so much prepotency.

“I’m not excusing Mina’s behavior and of course she would be punished once we get home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask the reasoning behind her actions, because as parents we need to know why our kids do the things they are doing so we can fix the bad” expressed Nayeon before turning towards Mina “Now, Minari sweetie, can you tell the principal and the teacher why you did what you did?” encouraged Nayeon with a smile.

Taking a deep breath Mina started relating the happenings of all the problem with Yoochan, “I got into a fight with Chan because he was being a meanie to Jihyo unnie, the School Meal Club, and me…” “But you should tell an adult, didn’t your mom teach you that?” interrupted Mrs. Kang, “Of course we taught her that, could you let her finish talking before giving your opinion, please” commented Nay with a saccharine tone “Please keep going baby, I promise no more interruptions”.

“As I was saying, Chan was being a meanie, Jihyo unnie always tell him to leave us alone but he doesn’t listen! We tell the teachers, but they don’t do nothing, so he keeps bothering us every day, today he got even meaner because Ji not here” Mina took a great inhale “So he pushed Dub off the swings, tripped Tzu while we were playing and pulled Chaengie’s pigtails while we ate, he kept calling us names and telling us mean things. So, I told Miss Choi, but she did nothing, so Chan said See the teachers aren’t going to do nothing ‘cause you’re pabo and nobody likes you” “Well, it’s true you’re a pabo” retorted Chan with a smirk, you could feel the ire radiating from the tiny Japanese body “Mama says nobody is allowed to call us pabo and we should stand up for ourselves if no one help us, so I yelled at him to leave us alone, then he tackled me, and we started fighting on the floor until Miss Choi came and took Chan to the nurses office, and me to here”

“Yoochan, is it true what Mina is saying?” asked the principal, “Yeah I told them they were pabo” stated the little boy simply, “Is that the only thing you told them, right?” probed the teacher “No, I told them that they are not lovable ‘cause they are adopted, if their real parents gave them away must be for a good reason… probably the money they gave them each month for each girl” indicated Chan, “Well seeing as both of you did wrong, you’ll be recess less for the rest of the week. Everyone is allowed to leave now” stated Mrs. Lee, not before Mr. Kang demanded with a strong voice “Where did you get that idea from? Answer me boy?” scaring both kids.

After Chan calmed posterior to the fright he just received, he gave an answer that rendered all the adults speechless “I heard you and mother say we that you were planning on getting a kid from the system just for the check they would give you, seeing as you didn’t have to take care of them and throw them with a nanny like hyung, noona and me”, the Kangs just gave a final We’ll be on our way, good day to all, reprimanding the poor boy for exposing them like that.

“Good day Mrs. Lee and Miss Choi, we’ll be on our way” Nayeon bowed goodbye grabbing Mina’s hand and walking towards the halls before stopping “Will it be possible to take the rest of my kids home right now or should I wait the few minutes left before pick-up time?” politely requested the mom “You can take them, just let the secretary know so she can give you a visitor pass”.

After getting the rest of the girls and making sure all were buckled, they made their way to the elementary school to pick up Momo and Sana, next they picked up Jihyo from Nayeon’s parents house before going to their own house to wait for Jeongyeon and eat lunch.

#twice #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu #najeong #2yeon #twice najeong #twice 2yeon #twice au #adoption au #Sharon's First Offence #chellesdump

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jeonmagines · 4 years

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anything for you 1

jungkook x reader (ft. taehyung)

genre: angst

warnings: jungkook is a meanie here,, curse words,, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts,, overthinking,, mentions of sex.

synopsis: you’d do anything to make him happy. even if it hurts you.

S/N is sister’s name

“hey, i noticed you didn’t really eat anything during lunch so i got you this.” you say as you tapped the boy who had his head down on his desk. he looked up at you and scoffed. “you woke me up for this?” he says with an attitude. “oh and i graded your paper. mrs. lim said that if you needed help you can ask her or jinah over there. i’m not really good at explaining so i can’t do much for you.” you say as you hand him his paper which he scored a 30/50 on. “even if you were an option i still wouldn’t pick you. stop trying so hard it’s annoying.” his friends looked at you in pity but continued to do their work. you never really understood why jungkook disliked you. you don’t remember doing anything bad to him or at least something that would irritate him. the truth is you actually liked him. ever since he transferred, you, along with many other girls had your eyes on him. you weren’t a try hard though. you’d buy him food, give him water, or offer to help him with his homework but nothing more. you did this because you knew that he didn’t really care for himself. he barely ate at school which is probably why he was so tired all the time.

when the bell rang everybody left except for jungkook. he walked over to jinah who was still fixing her backpack strap. “hey uh...i was told you could like help me out with my homework? can you?” he seemed so innocent and kind when he asked her. why did he have to be so rude to me? you asked yourself. she politely agreed and you overheard them saying that after school they’ll head over to the library. everyday you’d volunteer at the library since ms. jay needed to go home early to feed her cats. she said she didn’t want to bother you but you insisted since the library was a really relaxing area no one really went to. you enjoyed it there.

students returned books and some checked them out. you had your eye on jungkook and jinah and to be honest it looked like they were flirting more than studying. you were envious of jinah. she had the perfect smile, body, and attitude. cliché RIGHT. who wouldn’t want a girl like that right? you knew exactly what jungkook saw in her. you on the other hand are not really that interesting which is probably why you only had like two friends who barely talked to you. you were grateful for them though, even though they didn’t feel the same towards you.

as you were typing in the list of kids who still need to return books, you saw how mr. kim was struggling with picking up the trash the students left since he was a bit old. “mr. kim, let me help you with that. why don’t you sit down for a sec? i have some cookies and a water bottle in my backpack. you can eat them while i clean this up.” you grab his garbage bag and started picking up the trash the students dropped. “why are you such a good kid, y/n? you remind me of my grandson. he goes to a different school though. i think you’ll be good together.” he says while taking a cookie from the container you took out of your backpack. “ahh. mr. kim, i kind of have my eyes on someone else right now.” you say as he nods his head and continues to eat.

jungkook was eyeing you from the far end of the table. why were you so nice to everybody? he thought to himself.

you saw jinah get up and leave after bidding goodbye to jungkook, but jungkook stayed at the table. there were only four people in the library; you, jungkook, and two other kids who were trying to look for an interesting book. you walked towards them and asked if they needed any help finding a book. when they told you what they wanted you led them to where the books were. as you were walking though you felt someone glaring at you. your first thought was jungkook because who else would be staring at you?? a ghost??? when the students checked out their books and left it was finally 6pm which meant it was time for you to LEAVE. you walked up to jungkook who was still reading his book. “hey uh. im about to lock up.” he scoffed again and glared at you. “so when other kids are here you offer them help but when it’s only me left you have to ‘lock up’ you were BEYOND irritated. all you wanted was to go home, eat, and sleep but jungkook was keeping you away from that. “it’s 6. i’m supposed to lock up at 6. so. leave.” he was shocked. you’ve never given him attitude, it was always the other way around. you walked away and gathered all of your things getting ready to leave. jungkook also packed up his things while you held the door open for him. when he walked you shut the door loudly and locked the door.

you walked behind jungkook, but not too close because you didn’t want it to seem like you were following him. you sat on the bench while jungkook got in his car. you saw him look at you but you quickly look away to avoid the awkwardness. after a while you saw him standing right in front of you.

“why are you sitting here? go home?” why was he so concerned you thought to yourself. “i’m waiting for the bus. you go home.” he then grabbed your hand and led you to the passenger seat of his car.

“it‘s dark out. tell me where you live.” he opened the passenger’s seat and you went inside his strawberry scented car.

“i’ll just uh. point.” you say while smiling.

cute he thought NO IT’S Y/N. NO. jungkook shook that thought out of his mind and started his car. he played some music to make the situation less awkward.

you on the other hand were way past feeling awkward. you’d check your messages even though no one has texted you. hell, you even went on the weather app just to check the weather in london.

“uh just go right my house is the first one on the block.” you say as he nods.

“thank you. i appreciate it.” as you tried to get out of his car, he grabbed your arm. “why are you so nice to everyone? especially me? i’m such a dick towards you.” you laugh a little at his question. “i’m nice to everybody. especially you because i know you don’t really take care of yourself.” he nods and you thank him again.

when you get inside of your house you hear yelling coming from your parents’ room again. ever since your sister passed away they weren’t the same as before. you hated it. you hated how your sister was gone instead of you.

you just wanted someone to talk to, but nobody really wanted to talk to you. your friends..would you even consider them friends at this point? you shook your head and tried to focus on something else.

jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook think of jungkook. you say to yourself.

the next day was the same as always. you’d walk through the hallways and see people with their friends. people who actually wanted to talk to them. you wondered how it felt to actually be wanted.

you sat down on your chair and got out your books to start writing down the agenda, but someone tapped your shoulder. “hello! i’m mira. would you like to be my friend? i’m new here.” you smiled at her and introduced yourself.

when class started your teacher told mira to come up and introduce herself. “hi! i’m mira. i transferred from (school name). i hope to become your friend!” everyone says hello and she sits back down. you noticed how jungkook’s eyes followed her from the front of the class to her desk. you felt a bit jealous, but didn’t think about it too much.

when lunch came around you tapped jungkook’s shoulder to give him his food. “i got you this sandwich and i baked cookies last night so i thought you’d like it.” he looked at you with no expression and you waited for a thank you but as always he didn’t say it and put his head back down.

“y/n, do you think we can hang out after school? get to know each other a little bit?” mira said with a cute expression on her face. you agreed and she gave you a hug.

after school you and mira went to the ice cream shop near by. “really? i’m five months older than you? i thought i’d be younger since you’re so mature!” you laugh and say you get that a lot. “so earlier i noticed you gave food to that jungkook dude. do you like him?” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows. “kinda.” she squeals while she shoves the ice cream in her mouth.

after eating you both bid your goodbyes and you walked home. finally. i finally have a friend. you thought to yourself.

you came home to your parents fighting again. usually to cope with how you’re feeling you bake in the middle of the night. it was a weird coping mechanism but it worked. baking helped you relax and think about other things.

“if it wasn’t for your fucking daughter! s/n would still be alive right now!” you heard your dad yell. he was right though. it was all your fault. and everyday you’d beat yourself up over it. you quickly went up to your room and started sobbing. you looked at the picture of you and your sister together. “why was it you? couldn’t it just be me? if it was me they wouldn’t be arguing. i miss you s/n.” you kissed the picture and hugged it and drifted to sleep.

the next day you did not feel like being nice to anyone or at least talk to anyone. you put your black hoodie over your head to avoid attention as you walk through the halls.

when you walk into class you see jungkook flirting with mira. you weren’t in the mood to deal with him today so you didn’t even bother. lunch came around and you kept your head down on your desk with your hood on. “y/n? you ok? i’m gonna go get some food. do you want anything.” mira asked. you shook your head and thanked her.

“yo kook, what’s wrong with y/n she didn’t give you food today.” jimin asks. “i don’t know. she’s usually always doing something.” jungkook says as he shrugs his shoulders.

when the bell rang you gathered all of your stuff and jungkook saw how your eyes were red. were you crying? he thought to himself.

you walked outside the school building and thought it was your lucky day because it was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella.

you sat on the bench, drenched in water, watching students go by laughing with their friends, but suddenly feel the rain stop. you look up and see an umbrella under you.

“thank you, but there’s no point. i’m already wet.” the boy chuckles and says, “ha. that’s what my ex girlfriend said.” not caring whether or not he was going to get wet, the brown haired boy sat next to you. “i’m taehyung. i just transferred today. i’m in my fourth year. let me guess are you in your second?” he says, still holding the umbrella under the both of you. “nope. third.” he nods his head and points at his car. “if you want i can give you a ride home?” he asks with a smile. “really? i’m drenched though. your seats will get wet.” “don’t worry about it. it’s leather.”

as you walked really close next to taehyung, you didn’t know jungkook was watching the two of you from afar.

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hellflame-for-a-reason · 3 years

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Ingenium Fracta

Chapter three: Fear and pain

Tw: funerals, doctors, suffocation, nightmares.

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Iida Tenya; honoured friend, beloved son and brother. He was a good young man, taken from us too soon. Tenya was a model student and a perfect future hero, who was taken from us by an event none could see happen. It's safe to say that he's in a better place now, he's-"

There had been a funeral, the entire class had shown up. No one really spoke, it was nice catching up with Tensei he supposed, but the fact that it was at a funeral for the poor man's brother really put a damper on things. Aizawa had never felt more guilty for anything in his life, he couldn't believe he'd let a student die like that, how could he be a teacher now?

They never even found the body, Aizawa figured it was because Iida had been fighting Shigaraki at the time. That poor boy, Aizawa couldn't imagine what his family was going through. Class 1-A had completely refused to vote in a new class president, seeming offended at the very idea. Aizawa couldn't blame them at all and he managed to get Nezu to agree that the class would be fine with only a vice president. It was going to be a bit difficult for poor Momo but she was adamant she could manage, replacing Iida would be an insult.

Recently, Aizawa had found himself having regular nightmares about losing more students. It was one of those nights where Hizashi found him, he didn't know where Hizashi had been but he didn't really care. All that mattered to Aizawa was that his loving husband was now holding him gently, "Sho? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He nodded in response and was suddenly lifted up and placed onto Hizashi's lap, a hand combing through his hair, "it's ok babe, it wasn't real, it's just a nightmare."

"I dreamt I lost more students…"

"Oh Shouta…" Hizashi kissed the top of his head, "it isn't your fault, it never was. You couldn't have known the villains would be there, no one could."

"But…" he was crying now, "I'm supposed to be their teacher, Hizashi, I'm supposed to be a hero!"

"You are a hero! You're EraserHead! Those kids adore you Sho! And they don't hold a single thing against you, please don't hold it against yourself." He was brushing Aizawa's hair now, making sure to be careful of all the knots and tangles. Aizawa had no idea where he found such a perfect husband, he certainly didn't deserve someone so loving. "You did everything you could, but you had to watch the whole class, it's understandable that one slipped through the cracks."

It was silent for a bit after that, Aizawa just sat there trying to process Hizashi's words as the husband in question continued to brush his hair- he was braiding it now. It was very bad when Aizawa couldn't sleep, he usually slept through everything, his thoughts had to be incredibly bad if they were keeping him awake. The guilt that followed losing a student was more than enough though, not only that but it had been the class president, it had been Tenya Iida, Aizawa used to be in the same class as Tensei; the guy was the sweetest, most caring hero they had in their class. It really showed when he saw how Tenya behaved with class 1-A, everything he did reminded Aizawa of Tensei, but now seeing Tensei's face at the funeral, Aizawa had only seen Tenya. What a horrific way for the tables to turn.

The Iida's were a proud family, with a long and incredible lineage; they'd been doing good for people before quirks even evolved. Aizawa had always known them to be a little stuck up in their attitudes, Tensei being the clear outlier- the more he'd seen of Tenya, the more he realised both the Iida brothers were outliers. The funeral had been the first time he'd ever seen any of the Iida's cry- well except from Tenya, who had cried when the hero killer had hurt Tensei and was now unable to cry at all, or even feel emotions. Aizawa couldn't blame Iida's parents for crying; their baby had just died after all. They'd had one hell of a year, first Tensei's legs and now their youngest son.

A child had died. That was the hardest part for Aizawa to cope with; the fact that a child, barely 16, had died due to his failings as both a teacher and a hero. The civilians that had been on the same floor had praised Iida, commenting that they had felt safe around the next Ingenium. They told everyone about how cool and composed he had been when instructing them to evacuate and then one even mentioned him running in to disarm the villain. Aizawa honestly couldn't have been prouder of the kid, Iida had been the perfect picture of a model hero. That's what it was all about, saving and protecting the public. That was why Aizawa was a failure; he couldn't even save one child.

Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do now. It was too late to save him. So all Aizawa and everyone else could hope to do was move on and grow from it, he had argued with Nezu for the fourth time about getting his class a specialist councillor and he'd finally agreed to it, saying he'd look for one. His kids really needed it, Aizawa could well imagine how the death of a classmate felt to them, and it wasn't any classmate either; it was their beloved class president. When the news was broken to them, Aizawa had even seen Mineta and Bakugou shedding tears, and neither of them were even friends with Iida.

It was safe to say that everyone would miss the boy greatly, Aizawa didn't even like calling him a boy; Tenya Iida had proven himself more of a man then Aizawa was. The hero course favoured the flashy and the violent, but true heroes like Iida were really overlooked. Aizawa would make sure to praise the model students he had in the future, he shouldn't waste so.much time with the problem children. There should be a balance; heroes are supposed to be the protectors, but who protects the heroes? Aizawa would've liked to say it was him, but clearly he was lacking in that department.

Black smoke, filling his lungs, stealing his air. He was choking, he was on the floor. He'd been asked to revv his engines, to show what they could do, now he was choking on his own exhaust fumes. He was on the floor, when did he fall to the floor? There was yelling all around him and he wasn't sure what was going on in the slightest. He felt his consciousness slipping away from him as he gasped for air, his eyes were shut tight but he could feel the tears running down his face. He finally lost consciousness as he heard one of the men yelling, "get both! Just in case!"

When he came to, he was laying in a bed. Judging by the room it was probably Toga's bed, the mattress was so soft and the aching feeling in his legs didn't feel so bad when he lay there. He was surrounded by Toga, the burnt man and three men Tenya hadn't met yet. One man was wearing a full body suit, in blacks and greys, the second man was clearly just a mechanic, the third being a doctor, both the two regular men were clearly being held at gunpoint. Tenya had the vague idea that this was illegal, but he was too tired to think much of it.

"Are you alright kid?" The burnt man asked, putting a hand on the bed frame, "apparently part of your engine got disconnected and we had to get a doctor and a mechanic to fix it for you."

"Oh," Tenya paused, he hadn't considered the fact that bring trapped under rubble would affect his engines, although to be fair, he didn't really understand how his engines worked- or at least he'd forgotten, "well they do kind of ache…"

The doctor nodded, "that'd be the stitches, they'll ache for a little while but they should degrade on their own… can I go home now?" The mechanic looked just as desperate to leave as the doctor, and both men were led downstairs by the man in the catsuit.

Toga sat on the bed next to him, "normally I like seeing boys all injured like that, but that was really scary- there wasn't even any blood!" She frowned at him, "are you sure you're alright? I don't want my new friend dying on me!"

"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm from very hardy stock."

The burnt man raised an eyebrow at that, "do you remember what stock? Recall any family members?"

"Hmm…" unfortunately Tenya still couldn't remember anything about his family outside of his last name, "still no, my apologies."

"Don't apologize kid, they abandoned you too didn't they? Didn't even care that their kid 'died', only about those poor, defenseless heroes."

"Yeah!" Toga added, frowning, "those meanie heros left you to die! You shouldn't care about them!"

Tenya nodded, that made sense to him. The thought of people calling themselves heroes leaving someone to die in a wreckage made his blood boil- he hoped that didn't translate to his engine, he didn't want to put any strain on it at the moment. Instead he just watched them leave the room, and he settled down for a nap; he may as well use Toga's bed whilst he had it.

Dispite Kurogiri's concern, Tenya had ended up moving into Toga's room anyway; they were the only ones close enough in age and since Tenya was gay and Toga already had a crush, the adults figured it would be fine. Tenya had been happy to help the burnt man, who Tenya later found out was named Dabi, set up his bed. Kurogiri even bought him an Ingenium poster, which Tenya found off because he could have sworn that *he* was Ingenium… but nevertheless, Tenya found it very nice of him, he hadn't been expecting that. The man known as Twice somehow managed to get him a new pair of glasses as his last pair had been broken, he'd also bought Tenya some bedsheets and pillow covers, as well as many books to help Tenya keep up with his studies.

In fact, Tenya was studying when Toga looked over at his book, "whatcha doin'?"

"I'm reading about algebra, see?" He showed her the notebook he was trying the questions in, "it's like maths but there's letters! It's rather fun!"

"Why would there be letters in maths? That doesn't make any sense!"

He chuckled at that, shuffling to the side so she could get on the bed with him, "oh it's easy when you think about it, come on; I'll show you." He put his bookmark in the book and flipped back a few chapters, understanding that Toga would probably need something a little easier.

"Let's try something simple, okay?" He smiled at her, beginning to write the question down when she nodded. "So let's say that A means one, and B means two, what would A plus B make?" He wrote the question down as he said it, making sure it was clear.

She nodded slowly, taking the pen from Tenya as she slowly wrote down the answer, at least she understood basic maths- although her handwriting was terrible. "Is it three? Or do I have to write down another number?"

"Well technically you're right, unfortunately the rules of algebra dictate that the answer would be AB."

Toga proceeded to look at Tenya like he was a moron, "so it's not even numbers? Why is it still maths?"

He sighed, unsure of how to explain it to her, "well you've got to figure out how to shorten the question I suppose, it doesn't entirely make sense- but that's what makes it so fun!" He smiled, knowing there was no point in explain it to her, she hadn't finished middle school so there wasn't much of a chance of her grasping algebra.

"You're so weird Ten-chan! Stick to liking murder like the rest of us!" She giggled, they both knew there was no malice behind that, her genuine smile showed that. Toga got off of the bed and went back to her own, toying with her knife. "Do you want to talk about Izuku?"

"Who?" Tenya didn't think he'd ever heard that name before, but he had a funny feeling of deja vu from it.

"Huh?" Toga was once again looking at Tenya like he was stupid, "you know? Green hair, freckles? Sometimes goes by Deku? Izuku Midoriya?"

A gasp, "Midoriya?" Tenya knew Midoriya, he loved Midoriya! Midoriya was his best friend, was Izuku his first name? Tenya felt a little guilty that he didn't know his best friend's full name, or even how he looked. To be fair though, he did have memory issues, so he couldn't be blamed really.

"Yeah! That's Izuku's last name! You wanna talk about him?"

"Of course I want to talk about Midoriya! He's my best friend!"

Toga giggled, taking out her phone and beginning to show him the photos she'd taken. They were photos of Midoriya, Tenya instantly recognized him, despite not remembering his face. The fear on his face in every photo was particularly familiar, and Tenya found himself having flashes of an image in his head, of nothing but pure worry and stress on Midoriya's face. Toga snapped him back to reality, beaming happily, "isn't he cute??"

Tenya had to nod at that, "his hair is very fluffy, and I like his freckles." He did agree with Toga, Midoriya was a lot more adorable than Tenya had expected. This was his best friend? Oh Tenya must be the best at making friends then, to befriend someone so pretty.

"I know, right? I like him best when he's covered in blood!"

"Why?"

A moment of silence and Toga paused, "I don't know, just think he's attractive," she shrugged, clearly not having a real answer. Tenya didn't really mind, he was just curious, he didn't actually care either way.

#iida tenya #eraserhead #villain!iida #toga himiko #dabi #twice #kurogiri #present mic

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Chapter 13: The Oscars

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which they attend the Oscars and Y/N almost misses it.

Word count: 5k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Song in the kitchen scene: A Million Times - Alice Kristiansen ft. Julian Lamadrid

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

“And the Oscar goes toooooooo...HARRY STYLES!”

“Stop making fun of me!”

“I’m not!” Y/N plumped down on to the treehouse floor, sitting with her legs crossed as she shook Harry’s arm gently. “Come on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being realistic,” he replied, toying with a yellow leaf he’d found on the floor just to avoid making eye contact as they spoke. Y/N didn’t get why he was embarrassed and so doubtful of himself. She had seen him on stage when he’d been Romeo last year. He was one of the best kid actors and no one could convince her otherwise.

“Your new drama teacher was a meanie,” she huffed, arms folded across her chest.

Harry finally cast her a glance as the corners of his mouth turned up. “You’re not being objective. Mrs Berry was.”

“You’re a kid! Kids are allowed to make mistakes. That’s the only way they can learn and improve. My writing sucks but you don’t see me giving up.”

“Has anyone ever told you your writing sucks?”

“Celine’s brother.”

“He’s an arsehole.”

“Harry!”

“Sorry,” Harry chuckled, lifting both hands. “He’s a bum.”

Y/N didn’t laugh when he did. If her mum and dad knew he cursed all the time, they wouldn’t let her hang out with him anymore. “Well,” she exhaled. “I feel sorry for your teacher. She probably has nothing better to do with her life than crushing kids’ dreams because her dreams had died with her talent when she became a teacher instead of an actress.”

“Are you sure you’re ten years old?” Harry smiled, giving her a look that could be interpreted as either amazed or amused or both.

She’d never told him, but he had one of the best smiles she’d ever seen, which was why she was sure he would become successful. Having a great smile was a great quality for every actor. At least that was what her best friend Celine had told her.

“Are you sure you’re older than me?” she rebutted.

He lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug. “I’m gonna listen to you because you’re a know-it-all.”

She said nothing and launched herself to her feet, clearing her throat. He watched with a confused look on his face when she picked up his water bottle and held it with both hands like the way an actor would hold the Oscar statue.

“Harry is too shy to come on stage and accept this Academy Award,” she said, “so I’m gonna accept it on his behalf. He’d like to thank his family, his drama teacher Mrs Berry, and his biggest fan Y/N aka Bambi. These are the people who helped shape his career.” Harry doubled over laughing as she lifted the water bottle above her head. “Thank you so much for this award. Have a good night, Los Angeles!”

Y/N contemplated her reflection in the full-length mirror while Harry was watching her from the couch on the side. She cast him a sideways glance, to which he responded with a thumbs-up and a grin.

She sucked in a breath, looking back at herself. She looked different. She felt different. She had worn plenty of expensive gowns that didn’t belong to her and attended countless exclusive events with Harry before. But this. This was the Academy Awards. And she was wearing the kind of dress that was meant to turn heads on the red carpet, the kind of dress that models wore on the runway. She used to watch award shows with her best friends all the time, and could never imagine herself pulling off such elegant outfits. But now, she almost looked like she belonged at the Oscars.

She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair was in a simple low ponytail, so she knew the dress had done all the work to make her look desirable. Harry’s designer had taken the inspiration from the iconic silver dress in The Little Mermaid, when Ariel returned from the sea and reunited with Prince Eric. Harry had joked that Y/N resembled a fawn more than a princess, and she had smacked him hard on the arm, proving that she was neither.

“Is it too tight?” asked Meili – the designer. She was so kind that Y/N felt like they’d been friends forever. But on second thought, being a professional, it was Meili’s job to make her clients feel most comfortable in and out of her designs.

“No, this is perfect,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure?” She confirmed with a nod. “All right.” Meili patted her gently on the back. “How about we try walking?”

And so Y/N descended the steps and sauntered about the fitting area to make sure she was comfortable and able to breathe normally. Harry had risen from the sofa and come to stand beside Meili, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched Y/N strike a silly pose.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

Instead of answering the question, he turned to Meili. “Can you show me how to take it off?”

Meili had quite a good laugh watching Harry with his hands up in defence as Y/N tried to hit him without hurting the dress. It was then that the sound of her ringtone from her bag came for his rescue.

He pecked her cheek and stayed to chat with Meili about his outfit while Y/N answered the call from her agent.

“Y/N!” Laura said before Y/N could speak. “What are you doing, babe?”

“I’m at the fitting for the Oscars.”

There was a pause followed by a dramatic sigh. “Oh, I nearly forgot that you’re attending the Oscars. Are you nervous?”

“Kind of.” Y/N giggled. “But I suppose you’re not calling me to ask what I’m doing, are you, Laura?”

“Of course not! I’d like to remind you that we’re having a party next Saturday!”

“Right, right, party–No!”

Both Harry and Meili whipped their heads back to gape at Y/N.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I thought it was a brilliant idea–”

Y/N shushed her boyfriend as she indicated the phone to let him know she wasn’t talking to him.

“Hi, Laura!” he shouted, and Laura, who obviously had heard it, squealed like a schoolgirl and demanded to be put on speaker.

Y/N tapped the speaker icon as she slumped into the couch where Harry soon joined her, sitting with an arm around her shoulders. “Hi, Laura,” he repeated.

Laura laughed excitedly. “Hi, Harry! We’ve never met before but I’ve heard so much about you!”

“And I’ve heard so much about you!”

“I’m your client, Laura. Not him,” Y/N snorted as Harry kissed her temple.

“Oh, yes, right.” Laura cleared her throat to compose herself. “So what’s the matter? I thought–”

“The Oscars is next Sunday night, Laura. I have to catch the plane on Saturday morning. I can’t go to your party.”

“Your party, Y/N.”

“What party?” Harry asked.

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but Laura was faster. “To celebrate your girl’s debut novel! It hasn’t come out yet, but everything is settled. It’s a tradition. I always throw this party for my client. Everyone at the agency will be there and there will be some guests from the publishing house and some published authors. It’ll be grand.”

Y/N sucked in a breath and pinched her temple, her eyes met Harry’s. His expression was unreadable. To Laura, she asked, “Can we push it back a few days?”

“Absolutely not! I’ve sent out the invitations. You told me any date this month would do!”

Y/N had. And she kind of regretted it now. She’d been chatting with Gemma when Laura asked her about the date. Gemma had been devastated by what had happened with Winton, so Y/N had been busy comforting her and told Laura to just pick any date she’d like. It was all her fault; she should have reminded Laura about the Oscars.

Y/N glanced back at Harry, hoping he didn’t think she’d purposely prioritized her success over his. Because why would she think her first novel was a better reason to celebrate than his first-ever Oscar nomination?

But Harry didn’t seem vexed. His dimples appeared as he traced his fingertips along the strap of her sparkling dress. “It’s okay, Laura,” he said to the phone. “You don’t have to change the date.”

Y/N’s eyes went round as Laura hissed, “Yes!”

“Baby–”

“You’ll go to your party,” he said, “and I’ll send my ride to pick you up and take you to the airport. They won’t leave without you, silly.”

Right. She’d be travelling on his private jet.

“But...I’ll be late.”

“So?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I can manage the first few hours without you. Why should your career be any less important than mine?”

“He’s right, Y/N,” Laura said.

Y/N swivelled in her seat to face him as she took his hand. “I’ll just come to say hello to the guests–”

“And give a speech!” Laura interjected, making Y/N roll her eyes and Harry chuckle.

“Fine, I’ll come to say hello and give a speech and then I’ll come to you.”

“Deal?” His lips twitched as he gave her his pinkie.

“Deal,” she said, hooking her pinkie with his.

The party was insane.

Y/N had specifically asked Laura not to overdo this, but the agent had insisted on throwing her favourite client the most Gasby party she could pull off. Y/N didn’t even know half of the faces who’d shaken her hand and congratulated her on her debut novel which hadn’t been released yet. She felt like a fraud. What if these people ended up hating her book? What if this party made her seem like a show-off? She was already dating an Oscar nominee; she didn’t want to be branded as any more privileged than that.

She kept the speech she’d promised Laura as short and simple as possible, then returned polite smiles to the guests as she made her way to the back of the room. She wouldn’t be surprised if these folks thought that she had zero personality. When it came to self-branding, she needed all the help she could get. How did Harry do it? How did he charm people into liking him before they even viewed his work? As much as she loved him, she couldn’t help but envy him sometimes.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress before getting another glass of champagne and finishing it a second before Laura came up to check on her.

“You okay? You look a bit pale,” Laura said.

“Well, I tend to get anxious at formal events,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “I usually attend these kinds of parties with Harry. He’d do all the talking and help me get involved in the conversation. He’s very charismatic.”

“I’m charismatic!” Laura said with a hand on her chest. Y/N responded with a smile. Laura wascharismatic. The problem was, Y/N was more comfortable with Harry. Or maybe she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she’d miss the red carpet walk with him. She hated to be the one to break a promise.

“You need to stop checking your watch like modern Cinderella at the royal ball.”

Y/N dropped her arm back to her side. “I’m so nervous, Laura.”

“About this party? People love you!”

“About...everything.” This party. Her 2 AM flight. The Oscars. Showing up late. Missing Harry’s category. Her book release. The likelihood of having people roast her book unforgivingly on the internet.

She had the tendency of freaking out over insignificant matters whenever good things kept happening to her. Because, as usual, bad luck would come for her when she was most defenceless and took away her joy. This time, she could feel it in her stomach.

Laura gripped her shoulders and squeezed them tight. “You are my superstar, Y/N. You are the shit. You are the most brilliant–”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” she laughed, pulling Laura into a hug. “Thank you for tonight. I owe you so much, Laura.”

“Don’t be stupid. You saved my life. Literally,” Laura smirked and gently patted Y/N’s cheek. “Now, let’s go say goodbye to the guests. It’s almost time for you to go.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She’d been waiting for this moment since she’d arrived. People might wonder why she seemed more energetic saying goodbye to them than when she’d welcomed them to the party. But she was just happy that she could finally leave. The last thing she wanted was to show up late for her flight (Harry had said the plane wouldn’t leave without her but she hated delays anyway) and missed more of the Oscar ceremony tomorrow than she’d allowed herself to.

The journey to LA happened in a rush. She’d slept for most of her twelve-hour flight because she’d been so exhausted. Harry’s bodyguard only woke her up when they were about to land. The next thing she knew, she was taken to his LA house. She had never been there before. It was much bigger than the one in London, but less homely, perhaps because she’d known every corner of the place that was supposed to be theirs. This one just seemed like a resort.

The hair and makeup team and Harry’s stylist were waiting upstairs to make her Oscars-ready. She’d eaten quite a lot on the plane before it took off, so she feared she wouldn’t fit in the dress. Magically, she did. And she felt so silly for feeling like she might burst into tears.

When the makeup artist asked how she’d like to have her makeup done, she told them to make her recognizable. They didn’t ask her to elaborate on that, so she hoped they knew what she meant. She didn’t want to be the centre of attention tonight, especially when she was going to show up late. The only attention she craved for was Harry’s and she was going to get it anyway, with or without this glamorous costume.

Fortunately, the makeup artist did a fantastic job. They gave her simple eye makeup and red lips and put her hair up into a classic high bun. It wasn’t until tonight that she couldn’t stop staring at herself in the mirror. Harry would be so impressed.

As Harry’s team did some final touches on her face, one girl showed her some clips and pictures of Harry on the red carpet. He looked dashingly handsome and comfortable, and when being interviewed, he said he loved her and couldn’t wait to see her later. The part of her that had been feeling guilty could finally let go of that breath she’d been holding. She thanked the makeup team for everything and came downstairs when her car arrived.

The chauffeur was a middle-aged man with greyish hair and a kind face. He was talking on the phone and ended the call as soon as he saw her. He looked rather tired, but before she could ask for his name and if he was feeling well, she remembered that she’d left her clutch upstairs, and so she asked him to wait while she went back to get it. He told her to take her time.

When she came downstairs for the second time, the man was on the phone again. He didn’t see her return so he didn’t hang up. Y/N couldn’t help but overhear the last part of the conversation where he told whoever he was speaking to that he would be at the hospital as soon as he finished his job.

“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked once he’d finished the call. He whipped around, seemingly startled to see her there. “You can tell me if something is wrong. I might be able to help,” she said.

The chauffeur looked hesitant at first. He worked his jaw for a moment before he could tell her, “My daughter...is sick. She’s just been taken to the hospital. I’ll go see her as soon as I take you to–”

“No! You’re going to see her now!” cried Y/N.

He squinted his eyes at her as if he thought she was testing him. “Are you...are you sure, Miss? Mr Styles told me–”

“I’ll talk to Harry for you. Don’t worry.”

Telling someone not to worry never seemed to work. The man screwed up his face as he shoved a hand in his hair. “Should I send you another car, Miss? Mr Styles said...he said that you couldn’t drive.”

“Of course I can!” Y/N blurted, then realized how defensive she’d sounded.

She could drive. However, she was afraid to sit behind the wheel.

Ever since her accident, she’d been using public transport and let Harry drive her around instead of doing it herself. He knew it wasn’t just her anxiety of getting into another accident. Her mother had died in a car crash, and Harry had seen how scared she’d been when he’d crashed his motorcycle. Those final thirty seconds after the collision and before she’d gone unconscious, Y/N had felt it all at once. Her mother’s death, her almost losing Harry, her head cracking open and the numbness when she lay on broken glass and her vision faded to black. She could only hope she would get through her fear this time.

“I’ll take one of his cars,” she reassured the man. “Don’t worry about me, sir. Your daughter needs you.”

The man thanked Y/N repeatedly and hurried back to the car parked in the drive. Y/N waited until he was gone, checked the time to make sure she’d make it, then she sucked in a deep breath and headed to the garage.

Harry was a bundle of nerves trying to act composed while the other nominations were being presented. There were cameras everywhere and they could zoom into his face at any moment so he could not look like he might throw up. He was here for his Best Actor nomination; it’d be so embarrassing if he couldn’t act like he was having the best time of his life.

Y/N should have been here a long time ago. Where the fuck was she? She’d texted him that she’d drive here by herself. He didn’t want to be pessimistic, but the last time she’d sat behind the wheel, she’d ended up in the hospital.

It’d been half a year since, but he couldn’t forget that feeling when he got the call. He was praying to God that the next time his phone buzzed, it would be her telling him she’d arrived safely. If something unpleasant was going to happen (as it always did), he would accept anything as long as she was safe.

The moment his phone sounded, he jolted so hard he might have startled the lady sitting beside him. Jeff’s words swivelled in his head: Do not check your phone during someone’s acceptance speech.Well, screw that. His girl wasn’t here and the last thing he would worry about was looking like an asshole on live television.

➣ I’m here.

When he saw those words, the lump in his throat dissolved and his body relaxed into the cushion. His fake smile had been replaced with a genuine one, so at least people who saw him texting during Brad Pitt’s speech would just assume he was texting his girlfriend, who was supposed to fill the vacancy next to him.

Good. I saved you a seat, he typed and sent.

➣ I’m staying backstage. I can’t go out there.

Harry’s smile dropped as he squirmed in his chair. Why? Are you okay?

She took a bit longer to reply.

➣ Yes, don’t worry. There’s a screen here. I can watch you.

Harry muttered a curse as he put his phone back into his pocket. After a moment of leg bouncing and lip biting, he decided to go check on her.

Y/N splashed water on her face, which was now clean of makeup and checked her pathetic reflection in the mirror one last time before she left the bathroom. She’d been sweating so hard on the way here that by the time she’d arrived, Harry’s beauty team’s two-hour of hard work had been ruined. She’d even ripped her dress by accident when she’d nearly fallen headfirst in the car park, so going out there to sit beside Harry would do so much damage to his reputation.

Besides, she was fatigued after the long flight and hadn’t rested since she got off the plane. She’d thrown up as soon as she’d texted him and found the bathroom. So it was for the best if she didn’t make an appearance tonight. It was less intimidating here backstage. She could just watch him on the screen and–

Where the fuck was he?

Her eyes frantically searched on the screen for her boyfriend.

Where had he gone?

No, he couldn’t–

“Bambi!”

She smacked him with her clutch as he rushed in for a hug. The backstage security and a few others couldn’t help the amusement as they watched them. Y/N flashed the strangers a smile before turning back to her boyfriend, who looked so stupidly happy it should be illegal. “Jeff would kill you! Go back out there!”

“But you’re here,” he said.

“I’m not nominated, you idiot!”

“I’m the idiot? You drove here!”

“I have a fucking license!”

“Then you’re an idiot with a fucking license!”

He didn’t wait for her to rebut and locked her in his arms, squeezing the air out of her like he hadn’t seen her in years. She held him back, for a second forgetting that she was sweating like a pig, her hair had fallen loose and her face weary from jetlag. She didn’t feel any less desirable, though. She knew he loved her anyway.

“Go out there with me,” he said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her nose.

“Are you crazy? Look at me!”

He pulled back to consider her appearance, his eyebrow arched. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

She glared at him as he grinned. “The world doesn’t wear rose-coloured glasses like you do.”

His face grew serious. “You’re right. Maybe I see a princess and they see a frog.”

Too familiar with his teasing, she snorted, “Your ability to go from Prince Charming to an arsehole never fails to amaze me.”

“My pleasure.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers just in time his phone chimed in his pocket. “Shit, that must be Jeff. I must go before he finds me here.” He let out a long heavy breath and then stroked her hair like she was a child. “Can you stay here by yourself, baby?”

“Keep talking like that and people might think you’re my dad,” she said.

“Daddy.” He smirked.

She hit him again, shaking with laughter. “Go!”

“Okay, love you, idiot.”

“Love you, too, idiot.”

He kissed her on the cheek and then he was gone.

Harry didn’t win.

Even though he’d said he wasn’t disappointed, and he didn’t seem disappointed at all, Y/N still suspected that he might be faking it. It wasn’t such a big loss since he’d been up against some big contenders. He was young, so there was a bigger chance for him to get an Oscar in the future. However, she knew the feeling of not expecting anything but still feeling awful when you didn’t get it. She’d known his chance was flimsy, and yet she had hoped he’d win somehow. She might have to wait until next year to hear his acceptance speech.

Exhausted (Y/N more than Harry), they skipped the after-party to have one at home by themselves. They drank champagne and danced barefoot around the kitchen in their nice clothes. The house which Y/N had compared to a resort soon became familiar with his presence.

Streetlights, stumbling home

To our very own, after party

Won't lie, when we're alone

You're my favourite poem to recite

Harry turned down the volume of the song playing on the speaker. As Y/N poured some more champagne, he climbed onto a chair, standing on one foot, the other foot resting on the kitchen island.

She watched him with lazy eyes and took another sip. “If you fall, I’ll let you fall.”

He chuckled. “I’m overwhelmed by your love, Bambi.” Then he shook his head and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It took her two seconds to figure out that it was his acceptance speech. She slid into a chair and gazed up at him with her chin on her knuckles.

He cleared his throat extravagantly and began by thanking the Academy, the cast and crew and the director of his movie, then his family and his team. It must be the wine that made every word he said in that posh accent extremely funny. She laughed so hard she almost fell off the chair.

Then, he took the longest pause to consider her, and the room sank to silence as he worked his jaw before he proceeded. “There’s this girl I love. She used to be my little secret but now she’s here watching me accept my first Academy Award. She’s the reason I’m here today, so I owe this one to her.”

Then he raised his glass as if it was the award and hopped off the chair. Before she could applaud, he’d pulled her to her feet and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing he wanted. She kissed him back just as hard, hands in his hair, on his neck, his chest, his back, his face. Her whole body was on fire. It must be the wine. She needed to get out of this dress and get him out of his suit.

Went to bed without you (While you were sleeping)

Felt colder it used to (I crossed an ocean)

And I can't wait (And I can't wait)

'Till I get back to you

“It sounded better when I first wrote it. I’m kind of glad I didn’t win,” he said against her lips as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen island.

She tipped her head back and laughed. “At least you weren’t going to propose to me on the stage.”

Suddenly, he stopped. She blinked as he pulled away, his mouth red and glossy from kissing her. She hadn’t even got a chance to feel bad for making that joke and he’d already stepped back. The next thing she knew, he was on one knee on the floor.

She slapped a hand over her open mouth. Her mind went blank, and the music in the background faded to white noise. The thundering beats in her chest made it hard for her to breathe. He wasn’t going to, was he? But if he was, was she going to say yes?

“My beautiful mermaid, frog, little deer,” he began with a straight face, and she choked out an unexpected laugh muffled by her hand. “I love you,” he said. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Then he sucked in a breath. The suspense was killing her. “But...I don’t want to marry you–”

“Excuse me?!”

“–right now.”

She could tell he was trying his best not to guffaw at her reaction. She was confused and amused at the same time. What was going on? Was he really that drunk? He didn’t seem that drunk. She would kick his arse if he thought this was funny!

“I just want to let you know,” he went on despite the look on her face, “that I will ask you to marry me. I know you hate surprises and if I asked you unexpectedly, the chances of you saying no would be much higher. So let’s consider this as a proposal for a bigger proposal.” He wetted his lips, his eyes fixed on hers. “Y/N, my darling, will you allow me to ask you to marry me someday?”

She laughed out loud though her eyes were already filled with tears. She didn’t know why she was crying but she couldn’t stop. She blamed the wine and him and his stupid speech and whatever the fuck he thought he was doing right now. “I hate you.” She laughed through her tears. “I hate you so much.”

He got up, his eyes wide. “You hate me after I told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“Yes.”

He closed the distance between them, standing between her legs with his hands on her hips. “Yes, I can ask you to marry me in the future, or yes, you hate me for what I said?”

“Both.” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his. “I love you. I hate you. I love you,” she said in between kisses. “I love you so much I hate you.”

“Tonight is the best night of my life,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to win. I just wanted you to be there with me.”

“I’ll be there with you next time.” She rested her forehead against his. “And next time, and next time, and forever...”

You don't fall in love once but a million times

Waking up each morning with you by my side

When I drift away, I'll come back with the tide

I'm falling in and out again

Falling in and out again

#my girl series

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milks-writings · 4 years

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Outta my head

literally kind of based on the song "outta my head" by Sumi. I really love this song sm sdofgva 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Bokuto Kōtarō x f! Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fluff fluff fluff

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.174

Outta my head

I hated this.

Trying to study, but the owl kid always plops into my head.

Every time, everywhere.

I hated this.

Not him though...

Can you imagine how annoying this is?

I didn‘t notice, but suddenly in the middle of class, my head banged against the table. Only the people around me heard it, and Bokuto immediately turned his head to me, looking at me.

„what's wrong?“

It‘s your fault!

„I hate this all“ I mumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration. Only if he knew how I felt about him…

A small laugh came from where he sat. „I also hate maths“ he seemed to reassure. Yet that didn‘t help at all.

„yeah, maths is what I was talking about“ I agreed, but it came probably off really suspicious. „are you really fine (l/n)?“ he asked after seeing my troubled expression, keeping his voice low like before. I wasn‘t fine, totally not.

„I am, don‘t worry Bokuto!“ I reassured him. Too loud. The teacher gave me a glare so I got quiet.

Only after class, we got into a proper conversation.

„do you understand this?“ He asked with a small sulk, seeming not to understand it.

„I didn‘t listen“

„huh?“

You were all the time in my head, even though you were sitting beside me. That‘s what was too annoying.

I wanted to say this so badly, but something stopped me right there.

„so you don‘t understand either?“

„no airhead, I don‘t!“ I playfully punched his shoulder, in a gentle way.

„hey, only Kuroo calls me like that“ he sulked again, but in a playful way this time. „now I do too“

This buff looking guy was way sweeter than he looked like.

„meanie“ he playfully mumbled under his breath, making me gasp. „I am not mean, you are!“

We were back to our causal conversations, those childish once. Those I loved and adored. I could only make those conversations with him.

„So you really don‘t understand maths?“

„I already told you, silly!“

---

In already a few minutes, we arrived at the hall he usually had volleyball practice in.

„I gotta go now, “ he said and I nodded „I know“

„you wanna join?“

„no gotta do maths“

„you don‘t even understand maths!“

„Good point...“

In the end, I agreed on watching him, maybe also cheering on him to not get him into his emo-mode again.

Entering the hall with him, he greeted everyone in there and I did too. Due to always being around this owl, I knew everyone and everyone knew me.

„You will only cheer at me today, not on Akaashi like the last time!“ he complained like a little child, making me smile. „We will see“ I replied, in a slightly teasing manner.

I would only cheer on him this time if this made him happy.

Placing my bag down next to the benches, I took a seat on them and looked over at the team. They would be practicing alone again, meaning I had actually no reason to cheer at him. But I would still do if he would do anything well. Someone had to keep his good mood up, and I would feel awfully bad not doing so.

And once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head.

I was definitely in love with him.

And I had to tell him sometime, or else I will never stop thinking about him.

---

After practice, he insisted to walk me home.

Perfect chance to tell him about my feelings.

„I did great today!“ He said, smiling proudly. „yeah, but Akaashi was also pretty good today“ I agreed, smiling teasingly.

„Hey, we agreed that you were only allowed to cheer on me!“ He complained like a small child which made me laugh. „I was kidding. But-“ I stopped walking, looking behind me. „you live in the opposite direction, are you sure you want to walk me home? I don‘t want to-“

He cut me off.

„I won‘t let you walk home alone in the darkness!“ he smiled and pulled me closer, ruffling my hair „someone has to take care of you shorty“ „I am not short, you are just tall!“ With a small pout, I pushed him dramatically away. „yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night“

„but won‘t your parents be worried about-“

„no worries, I will tell them I walked home a girl. They will be surely proud“

a smile plastered on my lips.

Cute.

„Okay, thanks for walking me home then.“ He nodded and pulled me close, once more to ruffle my hair. „of course, anything“ he cheerfully cheered, making me laugh and trying to fix my hair.

„Once you walked me home I can get you some cookies for your way back home“

„sounds great!“ He smiled a little and let again go from me, obviously liking the thought of cookies.

Damn, I really love him.

The walk back seemed to end much quicker than I thought. Already after a few minutes, I was in front of my door, already missing him. „wait here!“ I told him, rushing into the kitchen where I got some cookies out and gave him them.

„Thanks!“ He already took one bite, then waved at me. „see you tomorrow, (y/n)!“

„Yeah, see you!“ Waving back, I watched him leave.

I already miss him, and once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head. After not seeing him anymore I closed the door behind me, then put in his number in my phone to call him. And he picked up right away. „already miss me, huh?“ he asked, with a muffled laugh, obviously eating the cookies I gave him.

„Yeah“ my voice sounded kind of relieved after hearing him.

I did really miss him.

„Alright, we can keep the call then. I won‘t hang up“ he told me, and I could literally hear him smile.

But still, even with his presence here, I couldn‘t think of something else than him.

„Hey“ I woke his attention, making him ‚mh‘

„oh, by the way, your cookies are great, did you make them?“ he asked cheerfully, laughing a little which made me chuckle „no airhead, I gave you Oreos!“ „oh“

He was still cute.

„I wanted to tell you something, but I guess I got really distracted“

„oh really? You can tell me now!“

Yeah, I will tell him now. Not seeing his handsome face makes it easier to confess.

„You know…“ I had no idea how to tell him. Suddenly my whole mind went blank, and I forgot even my name.

„All I do is think about you“

It just slipped out.

„I really like you, Bokuto Kōtarō“

It was quiet on the other side.

Now I really messed up.

„I mean-“ he quickly cut me off.

„I also really like you, (y/n)“

…

„but Akaashi is still better“ I playfully added, making him almost choke.

„We already talked about this topic, (y/n)!“

Yes, I really loved those childish conversations.

But even after confessing, he was always in my mind.

#kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #hq scenarios #hq!! imagines #hq x you #bokuto kōtarō #haikyu x reader #haikyuu

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darklymelanatedstories · 3 years

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Dragonball High (ft Goku)

Its the first day at a new high school. I wasn't really nervous, I loved meeting new people plus my friends Bulma and Krillin were there. We've been friends my whole life. I put on my uniform, the classic white shirt, black pants and red tie. I gotta say I don't like formal wear so I put my jacket over it since I didn't have a blazer.

"Goku, hurry up its time to go!"

Master Roshi is calling. I better hurry, can't wait to see the strongest kids there and take them on.

I grabbed my stuff and ran out my room. I grabbed my giant lunch from the kitchen before saying bye to Roshi and flying off Capsule High. The first high school that let aliens and anyone else that wasn't human learn on Earth.

I landed outside the school gate. Half monsters, animal people, aliens and humans all together. It was a beautiful site. If only the rest of world was this accepting.

Next to me pulled up a nice, blue Capsule Corp brand car. Immediately I knew. She stepped out of the car dressed in her white shirt, blue skirt, wearing a signature brown glove, red Capsule Corp jersey and pink sneakers.

Looks like i wasn't the only one changing up the uniform.

"Hey Goku."she said. "Its been so long. How you been?"

"I'm good Bulma. So you finally got that drivers licence huh?"I asked, practically stating the obvious.

"Yep and my dad and I made this beauty. Now its perfect by my standards and full of surprises."she said confidently. "So you ready for your first day?"

"Yeah and I can't wait to join the martial arts team I've been hearing about and fight the strongest fighters here."I said, hitting my fist in my palm in excitement.

"Typical Goku."she sighed. Though Bulma does know how I get. "Though there is this guy who just transferred here a few weeks ago and he's a Saiyan too."

"Really? Another Saiyan!?"I exclaimed. Great. He must be strong.

"Yeah but he's a real meanie though."she sighed. "Anyway let me show you around." She led me inside and showed me around the school. Man was it huge. But anything sponsored by Capsule Corp should be.

The tour ended at my locker which was across from hers. She said I'd probably lose the key or forget the combination so she made me a fingerprint scanner on my locker. She knew me so well.

"Hey Goku!!"I turned away from Bulma to see my old buddy, Krillin, running towards us. He hasn't changed at all besides the fact that he grew hair.

"Yo, Krillin."I said waving to my shorter friend. "So whats new? Are you in the Super MMA team I've heard so much about?"

He expression changed after I said that, like he was angry and disappointed. He looked down in disappointment, his fists clenched.

"What happened buddy?"I asked.

"Well...its just..."

"He didn't make it."Bulma said, cutting him off.

"It wasn't my fault!"he exclaimed. "If it wasn't for Vegeta..." He was so mad, I've never seen Krillin this way. What did this guy do?

"Woah wait, who's this Vegeta?"I asked. They both just stood there in silence for a moment.

"Vegeta is the other Saiyan I was telling you about."Bulma said. "And he's not exactly Mr. Popular more like Mr Thinks-he's-high-and-mighty."she said sarcastically. "He's tormented a lot of people since he got here."

"That bad huh?"

"Yep and he's one of the strongest on the team, he's beaten everyone."she stated.

"Well in that case, how bout I teach him a lesson for bullying?"I asked. "Just lead me to him Bulma."

"Hold up. I can't, Goku, class is about to start and you can't just punch a guy you barely know in the face."Bulma said stopping me in my tracks.

"Wait, are you defending him Bulma?",Krillin asked accusingly. He folded his arms and glared at her. She immediately just laughed it off as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. "What....no, how could you even think that. Hehehe."

As if on cue, the bell rang. Karma taking Bulma's side once again. "Oh look the bell, lets head to homeroom Goku.",Bulma said, she grabbed my wrist and practically pulled me to class. I was actually unable to keep up and almost stumbled twice. Boy, was she in a hurry.

We entered our homeroom and immediately people started acting buddy-buddy with Bulma. She's probably the most popular in this school.

The teacher introduced me to the class before I went to sit by Bulma, Krillin and their friends.

I sat on an empty seat next to Krillin by the window. Bulma introduced me to their friends.

Tien, a triclops, I had to try so hard to stop myself from touching his 3rd eye.

Yamcha, Bulma's ex boyfriend, I'm pretty sure she's the one that gave him those scars as a warning to other guys below her standards.

18, she's apperently an android. And I caught Krillin looking at her funny. Whats all that about?

Apparently they're all part of Super MMA team too. But not Krillin, what the heck? He totally deserves to be on the team.

We were all talking for a while till the teacher started calling names. I was too distracted, thinking about the Super MMA team to notice the teacher calling my name three times.

"Goku!"everyone shouted causing me to fall off my chair in surprise.

"Ow.",I whispered. "Oh sorry Mrs...uh whatever your name is. Here." I nervously said.

"Goku, her name is literally engraved on the front of her desk.",Bulma stated. I scratched the back of my head and chuckled. "Sorry I cannot English today."

"Boy you're hopeless."

I sat back down as the teacher called Vegeta's name. I searched the room for him but he wasn't there.

"Vegeta?",the teacher called again.

"Calm down I'm here.",a voice said. I glanced at the door to see a spiky haired dude leaning against it. He was wearing a grey denim jacket over his shirt, no tie and black fingerless gloves. So that's Vegeta.

Everyone just stared in silence, some kid even stopped breathing once he saw Vegeta. Even the teacher looked nervous.

He walked past us and gave Krillin a glare. Poor guy almost fell off his seat. I'm pretty sure that amused Vegeta because he just chuckled then glanced at Bulma. A grin appeared on his face to which Bulma responded with sticking out her tongue. After seeing this he slowly licked his lips, which made Bulma blush and look away. He saw me staring at him and gave me a dirty look then sat in his seat at the back. This guy practically took the whole back row.

I was about to get up and talk to Vegeta when a black haired girl stumbled in. She was wearing the same uniform except with red fingerless fighting gloves and red sneakers.

"Chi Chi you're-"

"Yeah sorry I'm late Mrs...uhm...ms...sorry ma'am.",she stammered. Looks like I'm not the only one who forgot the teachers name. She looked familiar and I feel like I've heard that name before.

She glanced at me. I immediately sat back down, feeling a little weird. She came up to us.

"Hey guys.",she greeted.

"Hey Chi Chi."

She looked back at me. Her eyes hungrily stared at me like I was a piece of steak.

"Hello Goku.",she said softly. "Never thought I'd see you again."

What? How'd she know who I was and where have we met before? Well she looks like a fighter, maybe we met at a tournament. But I just stared in confusion.

"Uh. Do I know you?",I asked nervously. Everyone just fell to the ground. Chi Chi's eyes which were filled with what seemed like adoration changed to pure rage. I could literally see flames.

"Why you!",she started. "Bastard!" Woah, language.

"I can't believe you don't remember me!"she said as she punched me in the chest. It really hurt, I couldn't help but smile. Boy, she was strong, beautiful and fiesty. I just wish I could remember where we met.

"Hey sorry, its not my fault.",I said defensively.

"Yeah Goku fell on the head as a child and ever since then he'd sometimes have the memory of a goldfish.",Krillin said, stepping in between us.

She just huffed and sat on the chair next to Bulma, her arms folded.

The bell rang and we proceeded to head to our classes. Krillin and I had most of the same classes. Though I did see Vegeta a lot but he kept to himself unless he was terrorizing students.

It was lunch time and me and the gang headed to the cafeteria where I met some of their other friends. Puar, Oolong, Chiaotzu.

I left my table to get my food, the cafeteria food smelled delicious. Another perk of having rich people sponsor the school. I filled my plate but the lunch lady stopped me before i could finish everything. She even took five burgers off my tray. Aw man, now I was left with four burgers, two small bowls of noodles, 3 cupcakes, 7 apples and 1 pudding cup. I'm not gonna survive on this.

I sat back down in disappointment and everyone was staring at me.

"I forgot that Goku loved to eat." Krillin laughed. "Well I didn't, thats why I sent Roshi those lunch boxes as a welcoming gift for Goku.",Bulma said.

I immediately remembered the lunch boxes Roshi gave me today.

"Oh my lunch boxes. Almost forgot."I cheerfully said. Now I can snack after MMA tryouts. "Thanks Bulma!"

Suddenly I saw a hand snatch three of my burgers as fast as lightning.

"Thanks for the lunch, you fool."

I looked up to see Vegeta staring at me for a moment. Like he was observing me. Like he knew something about me that I didn't.

"Hey you!",Bulma shouted. "If it won't trouble your inconsiderate, annoying, high-and-mighty ass, we'd like to get back to our lunch."

He glared at her, he was really pissed, guess he wasn't use to someone speaking to him like that. Everyone in the cafeteria was soon staring at our table. Vegeta turned around, his eyes travelled around the room. The whole cafeteria bowed down to avoid his glare.

"Oh and keep the lunch. I know you don't get fed decent food and you're probably tired of eating out of the dumpster you call a home." Oh snap! Everyone lost it. The rich, preppy prodigy dissed the Great Vegeta.

"Why you little-",he started. I stood up in front of him so he wouldn't get any closer to Bulma. I knew she could handle herself but I really just wanted to see this guy fight.

"So I hear you're the king bee of this school, huh?"

"You could say that."

"Well I got a question for ya'.",I said. He grunted in response. "How 'bout we take this outside."

He smiled and followed me outside. Soon half the school was surrounding us.

I got in my fighting stance. "So Bulma tells me you're a Saiyan and that you're really strong.",I said.

"Oh she did, did she?" He glanced over at Bulma for a moment.

"Hey don't get any ideas!!"she shouted at Vegeta. He frowned and turned back to me.

"Lets see what you've got.",he said, getting into position. We both just stood their for a moment till Vegeta came at me with a punch. I blocked it then hit him in the jaw, sending him back.

"Not bad, for a peasant."he said. Wow he really does think he's high and mighty.

We went at each other with everything, well I was. I don't know if he was doing the same.

"Get him Goku!",Yamcha shouted.

"Yeah, punch that smirk off his face!",Bulma added.

Vegeta's foot aimed at my ribs but he got distracted by Bulma's words. That was my chance. I grabbed his leg and swung him around a few times before releasing him into a wall.

"Grrr...Kakarot.",he mumbled.

"What about a carrot?"

With no response he tackled me to the ground and punched me repeatedly, barely giving me a chance to block.

"Goku!" That voice. Chi Chi?

"Goku get up and crush this dweeb. Make him suffer!" Why do I feel like I've heard all that before?

"You dweeb, I'm gonna crush you."she said aftee trying to kick me in the face. I dodged it and tackled her.

"Do you give?",I asked, satisfied with her defeat. I held her arm tight and gropped her waist with her other arm in mine. Preventing any escape.

"Never!",she said. She stomped on my foot, making me release her arm as I winced in pain. "I'm going to make you suffer." She jabbed her elbow in my stomach. I coughed, clutching my stomach and chuckled.

"My you're strong. I've never met someone like you before."I, stated, still in a little pain. She positioned herself in her stance and smiled.

"Thats because there's only one of me."

Chi Chi, I remember now. I snapped out of it after hearing Tien.

"Shouldn't we help him?"

"Yeah, I say lets do it."Yamcha agreed.

"Guys wait Goku will be-"Bulma said. "Yeah, we should help him, Goku's my friend."Krillin said cutting her off.

Vegeta sent a ball of energy towards them before they could reach me. Guess, he didn't want any interruptions. I could hear their screams but knew they'd be fine.

Now's my chance. I punched him in the face and kicked him off me. I started forming my Kamehameha in the palms of my hand. Vegeta immediately followed with his own. We just stood there, balls of energy growing in our hands.

"KAAAAMEEEEEHHHHAAAAAMEEEHHH-"

"Stop!",a stern female voice made everyone freeze on the spot. Even Vegeta.

"Oh shxt its the Principal.",said someone in the crowd. I glanced over to the light purple woman, she had pointy ears and small white horns on her head, she wore a white suit, a black shirt underneath, black heels and her black hair was tied into a cute messy top bun.

She actually didn't look bad. Looked like she trains...wait the principal is an alien too!?

There were a bunch of guys in black suits behind her. Some alien, some human. Next to one of the guards stood a green dude in our uniform but with his sleeves torn, showing of his ripped muscles. He had pointy ears too and antennas on his forehead. He didn't look quite happy to be here.

The Principal glanced over at Vegeta. He tried to look tough but I could sense he was getting nervous.

"Vegeta.",she said.

"Yes I know ma'am, wont happen again."he said, his voice lowered a bit out of embarrassment.

"Hmp." She turned to me. "I assume you're the new student, Goku." It wasn't a question. She already knew.

"Uhm, yes and you're the principal right?"I asked. I lent out my hand hoping for a handshake but as soon as I did everyone gasped. She glanced at my hand and back at me.

"I'm Principal Toriyama. Goku, Bulma says you're close friends and she's convinced me to enroll you in our school.",she said leaving me hanging. "I hope I didn't make a mistake."

I frantically waved my hands in the air. "Uh no, no, ma'am, I promise it won't ha-happen again."I said.

"Good because I've requested Sensei to add you to the Super MMA team."

"What!!",Vegeta and I screeched in unison. But for completely different reasons.

"Yes, we'll be battling students from across the galaxy and we could use someone like you.",she said. "So, I assume thats a yes." I glanced over at my best friend for a minute.

"Only if my friend Krillin can join too."

"Really Goku!?",Krillin asked with hope I'm his eyes.

"Yeah you're my best friend, I'd be crazy to leave you behind."

"Well I was planning on filling that spot with Piccolo over here.",she said pointing at the green dude, who's arms were folded, still didn't look happy to be here. "But I suppose we have room for one more."

"Yes!",I shouted.

"No!",Vegeta retaliated.

"What was that Vegeta?"the principal asked. "I could easily give away your spot."

"Uh...nothing."

"Then its settled. Now-",she said. She snapped her fingers and a bunch of guys in suits came with a toolbox, a bunch of flowers, paint supplies, shovels, bricks and cement, a wheelbarrow. "-you three are going to clean up this mess and fix what you broke."

"Three?",I asked.

"Yes, you, Vegeta and Piccolo. Piccolo destroyed a few things too, earlier today."she clarified. After all this, her expression never changed. It was still cold and emotionless.

The bell rang and the principal cleared her throat. "Get to work you three. As for everyone else, head to class. Now."she ordered. "Oh, and stop calling me ma'am, makes me feel old."

"Umm, Principal Toriyama.",I heard Krillin say. "Can I help them?"

"Me too."Bulma raised her hand. "And us." The whole gang offered to help. Good 'cause I dont think it'd be a good idea to leave me alone with Vegeta and some grumpy looking green guy I've never met before.

"Sure, I don't care as long as everything is clean."she said blandly. She then left us there, with the men in suits following her.

"Aw, thanks guys."I said. Vegeta just scoffed, grabbed a shovel and began filling the crater we made, alone. I grabbed one too and went over to help him.

"I don't need you're help."he growled.

"Would you just get off your high horse and let us help."Bulma said. Vegeta just grunted and continued.

Boy does she have a way with him. If I said that I'd probably get punched in the face.

Everyone started working. Vegeta and I were filling the crater. Tien and Yamcha were fixing the wall. Krillin was fixing and repainting some benches and poles we broke. Chi Chi, Puar and Oolong tended to the flowers and plants. 18 was helping Bulma fix the wires Vegeta blasted when he tried to hit Krillin, Yamcha, 18 and Tien. Piccolo was fixing the fountain by himself, he enjoys his own company.

"Hey Piccolo."I called out.

"What?" He sounded almost annoyed.

"I'm excited to have you on our team. You must be really strong if they added you.",I said cheerfully.

He smirked and went back to working on the fountain. New school, new friends, new partners and a chance to fight the best fighters across the universe.

Yep, I'm gonna love it here at Capsule High.

#Goku #vegeta #bulma #chi chi #Krillin #Toriyama #Dragonball highschool au #highschool au #piccolo

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ficsandpieces · 4 years

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Ranmaru, kitten 1

Ranmaru hadn’t thought much of it at first but his son was deliberately avoiding him since the second he had returned home. He only begun noticing when Sousuke kept his head down and did all he could not to look him in the eye at dinner, and when he told him to look up the boy immediately said he was full and excused himself from the table, practically fleeing to his room and leaving Ranmaru in a mixed state of puzzlement and annoyance. Sure, he had never thought of himself as the best father although he did try his best whenever his children were involved, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything recently to warrant this sort of behaviour from his son.

“What’s up with him?” Ranmaru demanded after putting Tsubaki to bed. The explanation from his wife was short and succinct and led to him rapping sharply on Sousuke’s door before barging in despite his son’s protests. He settled himself on the bed where Sousuke had been brooding while hugging a pillow and had hastily buried his face in it with a squark of surprise when Ranmaru entered. He literally felt his boy stiffen with shock when he placed a large hand on his head.

“Let me see.”

“No! Leave me alone!”

Unfortunately for Sousuke Ranmaru’s fingers were much stronger than his ten-year-old neck. His tear-stained face was soon lifted by force from the sanctuary of the pillow. He frowned mightily as Ranmaru held him by the chin and stoically examined the bruises colouring his forehead and the side of one cheek. He rubbed a thumb over the black eye Sousuke was sprouting, eliciting both vocal and physical protests from his son.

“Your mom said you got into a fight at school today. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“No.” He attempted to duck back into his pillow again and wailed when it was plucked out of his hands and tossed to the other end of the bed. “Dad! It’s got nothing to do with you so go away.”

“That right?” Sousuke’s high-pitched whine of protest made Ranmaru’s mouth quirk involuntarily as he lightly pinched and refused to let go of his son’s cheeks. “That’s not what I heard. Now spill or we stay like this for the rest of the night. Your call.”

The way his son puffed up his cheeks in childish defiance was so much like Tsubaki’s when told she couldn’t have a snack right before meal time that Ranmaru couldn’t help but pinch just a little bit tighter, amused at the squirming Sousuke was doing in a futile effort to get away from him.

It didn’t take him long to give in, much to Ranmaru’s amusement. Sousuke was still averting his gaze as he grumbled.

“You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Depends on what you’re gonna say,” He finally released his hands and ruffled his son’s hair affectionately. “Out with it. What happened?”

“Aki said--” Sousuke’s voice was small at first, but gradually grew louder in defense of his actions. “He said bad things about you and Mom and wouldn’t take them back.” He returned to his sulk, fully expecting to hear Ranmaru dismiss his answer as something childish and trivial. Instead he found his chin being chucked up again and his father meeting his eyes seriously.

“What did he say?”

Sousuke swallowed, suddenly nervous, his brow furrowing in recollection.

“He said… He said Mom only had me and Tsubaki to get your attention and you didn’t want any of us to begin with.” Ranmaru’s fingers tightened into a fist under Sousuke’s chin at these words but the boy was too worked up to notice. “But that’s not true! You said before it wasn’t true! I told him that and he laughed at me and called me names and I got mad so I tried to punch him to make him take it back but he wouldn’t so I, so I---”

The fury of the afternoon made Sousuke close to hyperventilating and unable to finish his sentence as his own little fists clenched in anger at the memory of the afternoon washing over him again. It was a while before he came to himself again and found Ranmaru rubbing his back in rough strokes.

“Oi, calm down. Breathe, kiddo.”

Dashing the tears of anger from his eyes, Sousuke looked up at Ranmaru in defiance.

“But I lost and the teacher saw us and Mom got called down to pick me up and she had to apologize and I don’t know why. It wasn’t my fault, he shouldn’t have said those things about Mom. It’s not fair, he said all those horrible things but I had to say sorry and-and I hate it! It’s not fair, Dad!”

Ranmaru continued rubbing Sousuke’s back, his own brow creased with resignation that his boy had to go through something like this because of his job. He certainly wasn’t the first celebrity to have a family and he’d heard the stories of how cruel both children and adults could be under the influence of rumours and jealousy, but it still stung having it actually happen right in his home despite already expecting it.

“Are you going to laugh at me now?”

Ranmaru’s hand reached up to ruffle his son’s hair again.

“Nah. You did good, kiddo.”

“I did?” The wary surprise in Sousuke’s voice made Ranmaru mess his hair up even more. “Stop that! I thought you’d say it was my fault for fighting in school.”

“You said it wasn’t, right? You telling me now it was?”

“No!” He took his words back quickly, pushing Ranmaru’s hand away from his head impatiently and scooting a bit closer towards his father at the same time. “Aki shouldn’t have said those things about Mom in the first place.”

“Yeah well, can’t stop people from being idiots.”

“But it isn’t true, right Dad?” He leaned against Ranmaru who found himself putting an arm around his shoulders in assurance. “You’re okay with me and Tsubaki, right?”

“Now who’s the idiot? Didn’t I say before you guys are my kids and I’m not going anywhere? You calling your old man a liar?”

“Nah,” Sousuke pressed his face into Ranmaru’s side in a surprising display of affection. “You’re a meanie sometimes, but you’re okay.”

“Dummy.” He rubbed Sousuke’s shoulder roughly, his voice gruff with awkward sentiment. “Nothing’s ever going to change the fact that you guys are what keep me going, alright? I’m not giving any of you up for the world. You’d better remember that.”

There was a sniff and a muffled chortle from his side.

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

“Whaddya thanking me for, weird kid.” Ranmaru patted the back of Sousuke’s head. “No more fighting in school. Or outside.”

"Okay. I'll wait until high school like you, Dad." Sousuke replied obediently. Ranmaru felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

“Where did you get that from?”

“Grandma likes telling Mom stories about you when she calls. Did you really destroy the statue of the school’s founder?”

“THAT OLD HAG--- That was an accident! I was late and I lost control of my bicycle and it was in the way!”

“So it’s okay to do that?”

“NO! No destroying school property either! Don’t give me that look, now go to bed!”

#utapri #uta no prince sama #ranmaru kurosaki #papa!Ranmaru #papa!QN #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks #writing prompts #writings #fanfiction #fanfic

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dead-inside-cx · 4 years

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Izukus Week Part (2/2)

“Kaachan calm down!!!!!” Izuku was freaking the fuck out. He had opened up to Katsuki about what happened, and well he should have expected him to blow the fuck up. “I am going to murder that icy hot bastard. HOW DARE HE!!!” To say Katsuki was pissed well that was an understatement. He was seeing red. He was ready to commit murder.

“Kaachan please calm down.” “That bastard put his hands on you! He kissed you and made you cry. I will not fucking calm down Izuku.” Katsuki looked at his boyfriend. He saw the scared expression and reluctantly calmed down just a little. “Fuck fine. Stop making that face.” He hated making Izuku sad, mad or scared. Especially scared.

Izuku was quick to grab the boy into a tight hug. Katsuki hugged him back. “I know your mad baby but please...Please don’t murder him. He’s still my friend.” Izuku spoke softly. “Okay. Fine. I won’t murder him but I’m going to punch him in the face and you can’t say no.” He kissed the boys head. “Fine, one punch. But if you get house arrest I’m not cuddling you.” He could hear the smirk in his voice. “Oi you little shit I better get my cuddles or else ill tell Auntie.” “Wait Kaachan nooo! Dont call my mum!!!!!!” Izuku pouted at his boyfriend. Katsuki kissed the pout. “Cute.” He smiled at the blush that appeared on his boyfriends cheeks. “Meany.” Katsuki just laughed before frowning again. “Baby are you okay? And don’t fucking lie to me.” He saw tears well up in his boyfriends eyes and he wiped the few that escaped.

“K-Kaachan...I-I’m sorry...” Izuku broke down crying. Katsuki dragged him back to the bed and pulled him down into a tight cuddle position. “Shh its okay baby. I know its not your fault for ANY of this. Okay so don’t blame yourself.” He gently rubbed his back.

He was going to kill that bastard when he saw him next. How dare he hurt and upset his baby? He looked at Izuku. For now his main focus was to look after the boy in front of him. Everything else could wait. House arrest was going to so fucking worth it.

~A few hours later~

Katsuki left the now sleeping boy in his room asleep. He was on a mission and he was going to complete it. He did not fucking care. “Oi shitty hair. Where the fuck is that candy cane bitch boy?” Kirishima looked at the angry blonde in front of him. If he was being honest he was a little terrified, of how angry he was.

“Do you mean Todoroki? Last I saw he was with Uraraka and Lida. Are you okay?” Kirishima was worried. Worried that his best friend might do something stupid. “The bastard is going to pay for what he did.” Was all Katsuki said, well more like growled. “Bakubro you’ll get house arrest if you do anything! Didn’t Aizawa-sensei say that if you got another house arrest he would call your parents?” “Fucking let him. I don’t care; the bastard is going to pay.” Katsuki then turned and walked away. “ICY HOT. COME OUT HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He yelled as he searched the halls. Kirishima watched him leave before racing to go find Aizawa. He had a feeling he was going to be needed to stop a murder.

Katsuki found Todoroki fairly easily. The bi coloured boy appeared. He looked horrible. This for Katsuki was the best thing ever. “You are so fucking dead. How dare you hurt Deku.” He growled. “Like you are any better? You treat him like shit.” Todoroki said glaring at the blonde. “I know that. I know how shitty I am to him but I am trying to get fucking better cause that’s what he deserves. You made him fucking cry you piece of shit! I JUST SPENT HOURS CALMING THE NERD DOWN CAUSE YOU HURT HIM!!!!” He saw the shock and surprise in the others face, so he struck. He punched the boy hard in the face. There were two sickening cracks, but Katsuki didn’t care.

Instead he jumped onto the boy that was now on the ground and threw punch after punch after fucking punch. He didn’t stop until he was pulled off. “Kaachan stop it!” He stopped for a second seeing his boyfriend worried expression. “Deku.” Was all he said. “You said one punch not borderline murder!” “Well he deserved it for hurting you idiot.” He said now calm. Izuku went to check on Todoroki as Aizawa and Kirishima arrived. “What is going on here?” Aizawa said rightfully pissed off.

No one said anything. “Kirishima help Todoroki to the infirmary. Midoriya, Bakugo. My office. NOW!” Everyone nodded and did as they were told.

The two boys sat quietly in Aizawas office. They didn’t say a word. It would mean exposing their relationship to their teacher. “I’m already aware you aren’t directly involved Midoriya so you won’t be getting house arrest, however you seem to know what is happening. I want answers.” Aizawa was a little calmer now.

He watched the two look at each other before nodding. “The icy hot bastard deserved it.” Katsuki said. “Kaachan no!” “He hurt you Izuku. He made you cry, feel like shit.” This was new. He had never seen or heard Bakugo treat Midoriya with such well kindness. He decided he would let the two talk first. “I know that but that doesn’t mean you can murder him! I must have lead him on or something!” “DO NOT BLAME YOURSELRF NERD! Let’s get one thing straight, you didn’t lead him on. If he got the wrong signs or if he thought that his little confession and kissing you without your consent would work he’s a bigger idiot than I thought.” Well at least Aizawa had some answers now. “But-““No! You have every right to say no. To not feel the same way. You were being yourself around him cause you trusted him. Which I know is hard for you to do. If he decided that meant you liked him or whatever the fuck he thought, then that’s on him not you.” Aizawa decided this would be the best time to step in.

“Bakugo is right, Midoriya. Whatever happened that caused this and you will tell me everything its clear it wasn’t your fault. If you don’t feel the same way about someone you have every right to say no and if Todoroki kissed you without your consent then we may need to have a lesson about consent.” He saw Midoriya looked down. “Twice...” He muttered. “What was that?” He asked. “It happened twice...” Well sounds like these children desperately need a lesson on consent. That was going to give him a headache and less sleep. Dam.

“Okay. So what happened?” He looked at Midoriya. “Icy hot and him were studying together. Icy hot said something about the way Izuku looks at me which for the record he better look at me like I’m a whole ass snack or else cuddles are revoked-“ “Oh my god Kaachan!” Aizawa seemed to click from that but didn’t interrupt. “Well its true anyways Icy hot confessed and kissed him before he could react or say anything. Izuku pushed him away I don’t know the conversation from there but the bastard said shit about me my baby defended me like the bad ass motherfucking boyfriend he is. He was then backed into a wall icy hot confessed again asking some shit about his love being enough? Like bitch no Izuku don’t want you, he already got a whole ass snack and awesome boyfriend aka me! So why would he want your crusty ass. The fucker then kissed my baby again; he made him cry as well. I spent so long calming Izu down. Then I went and beat the living fuck out of him for hurting my baby!” Katsuki explained. “Kaachaaaaaan stop being embarrassing.” Midoriya pouted but at least he seemed happier. “It's true though.” “Just cause its true doesn’t mean you need to announce it to Aizawa-sensei!” He saw the grin on Bakugos face widen a little. “I'll tell Auntie your being embarrassing!” Midoriya said feeling smug and it showed. “OI don’t bring the old hag into this!” The glare he gave wasn’t cruel. Aizawa had to admit this was a sweet little scene but he had a job to do.

“Bakugo. As much as your actions were in the right place you still can’t attack a student. You will be on house arrest for three days. Todoroki will also be getting house arrest. I do also have to call your parents Bakugo. I’ll let you explain the situation.” Aizawa didn’t expect himself to be so soft on the blonde. He was more shocked to see Bakugo just accept that. “Uhm Aizawa-sense?” He looked at Midoriya. “Can this stay between us? What happened and uh Kaachan and I?” He saw the worried expression. “Of course. I want you both to know that you will be accepted here once you decide to come out and if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING at all please do not hesitate to ask. I know terrifying it can be to come out, if anyone disrespects you once you do come out tell me immediately.” Aizawa looked at how the two lit up. It warmed his heart a little. They might be problem children but they were also sweet. “Go get your hand checked out, and then back to the dorms. I’m sure your parents will be calling soon Bakugo.” He let the two go and sighed. “I swear those two will be the death of me.” He said quietly. He also made a small mental note about Midoriyas trust issues. He would have to speak to the boy and find out what happened to cause these issues. He originally thought it was Bakugos doing but now it seemed like there was a bigger problem at hand. He sighed again. So much for taking a nap.

The couple left Aizawas office and went to recovery girls office. Recovery girl didn’t say much just glared at them before fixing up Bakugos hand. They were then sent off.

They went to Bakugos dorm room. “Whole ass snack really?” Izuku said looking at his boyfriend. “Well its true! I am a whole ass snack.” Izuku giggled. “You however are the meal.” Izuku blush and gently hit his boyfriends chest. “Stop it. Bad Kaachan.” Katsuki laughed. “Come on I want cuddles before the old hag rings. I’ll even be the big spoon.” He saw Izukus eyes light up before the two got comfortable on Katsukis bed. Katsuki would keep it to himself but he just fell in love with the nerd even more. And that is that little piece done. Does anyone want to see the parents reaction to this situation? As a little bonus chapter? Let me know and Ill write it up. I originally want going to have Aizawa find out about the two but then I was like fuck it and we can Dadzawa. Also I may or may not have set up a future story piece for Izukus past. Hope you enjoyed this little piece of the au. Requests for pieces for this au are open as well as my asks, so feel free to ask/request something :3 Part one can be found here: https://dead-inside-cx.tumblr.com/post/190468485265/part-1

#bakudeku #bkdk #secret dating au #bakudeku secret dating au #dadzawa #rip todorokis face #kirishima helped stop a murder today #izuku was sad #katsuki knows he a whole ass snack #izuku be his meal tho

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youseissi · 4 years

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𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 현실판에

Chapter 1 - Dazzlingly Light

Word Count: 7832

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:

A villain one day appears almost as if from a comic book with a ridiculous overpowered ability and Hongjoong just can’t stand losing to him, while Seonghwa finds it cute that he’s even trying to fight back. Yunho wants nothing to do with his villainous childhood friend no matter how soft he is for him, while all Yeosang wants is to find his own. Wooyoung is over his childhood already and San wishes he could be over it when he see the same pain he went through on Jongho’s face.

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Song MingiChoi, San/Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang

Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Friends to Lovers, Secret Identity, Slow Build, Eventual Romance, Angst, Polyamory

Warnings: Violence, Blood and Injuries

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Yunho knew from a very young age he had powers. He was never sure what exactly they were. The best way to label him was maybe as a psych, but he couldn’t predict the future or read your palm, a psych in the sense that he could see what other people couldn’t.

As a kid he would always draw people with a swirl of color surrounding them and the adults would every time act like it was a work of art until someone asked him what were those representing and his younger self was astounded when no one seemed to really understand his response.

He got more vocal about the lights surrounding people when he realised it something that everybody else was seeing. Although worrying the kindergarten teachers the little boy only wanted some validation, maybe he was just explaining it wrong or maybe he was special. The adults would play along, but he could feel the underlying falseness of their words and the worry surrounding him, overwhelming his senses as if he was doing something wrong to them.

Eventually he stopped saying anything and they shrugged it off as kids play. The dazzlingly lights never disappeared, constantly surrounding each and every person sparkling in his vision like sequins in the sunlight popping their rainbow colors everywhere, but the odd bitter taste in his mouth and the concerned looks did go away and that was enough for the child to not let out a single word on the matter again.

✧

Flash forward a few years on, in elementary school. He sees a boy on the corner of the playground by himself and he didn’t even need to check his aura to feel his sadness radiating from a mile away. Being the energetic social butterfly he always was, he approached the kid to play with him and they quickly became friends.

They kept playing together everyday, the other kid didn’t seem to have any other friends nor did he seemed interested to, just happy to play with little Yunho. One day, before they were leaving to go home together a teacher asked him, “Yunho, did you have a fight with the other kids?”

“No, why?” He was confused, he would feel it if the other kids had bad feelings about him, wouldn’t he?

“We were just wondering why have you been playing alone this week, is everything okay? Is there a reason why you’re not playing with everyone?” the lady asked concerned.

“I wasn’t alone I was just playing with my new friend.” Wasn’t it obvious?

“Ah, maybe he’s in that phase where kids start having imaginary friends?” The teacher’s assistant whispered to the older lady that now looked confused. Yunho heard all she said and was getting impatient with them. How could they not see his friend when he was standing right beside him.

“Yunho, sweetie, what is the name of your new friend?” she asked, crouching down to be on eye level with her young student.

“Mingi.” Yunho answered looking at the other boy besides him. The other kept quiet.

He felt like he said something wrong, because the sudden cold and heavy feeling that surround his every sense knocked the air out of him. His teachers’ faces fell in shock, his pressure dropping with it and he just ran from there pulling his new friend with him not knowing what was the problem.

The more he ran the more frustrated he got, he didn’t do anything wrong so why did they reacted like this. Why were they acting like his friend didn’t exist and why were they so scared at his answered. They were meanies that didn’t wanna play with his new friend like everyone else, he thought. Why everyone avoided him? Didn’t they see how fun he was like Yunho did?

“Yunho! Yunho, wait.” His friend that was getting pulled by him called out, trying to get him to slow down.

The two came to a halt in a park, by the side of a river, and he could feel in his bones how Mingi was upset.

“I’m sorry” his friend kept repeating looking like he wanted to cry.

“Why?” It just frustrated Yunho even more that the other felt he had done something wrong, because he didn’t. It didn’t make sense.

“The teachers don’t like me, because they can’t find me.” And as Mingi said that he pointed towards the river and then it made sense. Because at that moment he too did not see Mingi. The only one he saw reflected on the water was himself.

Yunho took that fact in as any young kid would and immediately just ran from there. The next day at school he tried not to look at Mingi. Recess would come up and for a few days he did not want to go outside. He went back to playing with everyone and avoid his former friend like the plague.

He hated how sad the other felt. He hated how he could feel it all around the room and he hated how it was his fault. No one seemed to notice any difference and he hated that too. The year ended, they switched classes and then he didn’t feel it anymore. He could pretend that it never happened like everyone else seemed to.

✧

He learned to keep his mouth shut about whatever he saw and felt, that’s why he would always surprise himself with new aspects to his powers whenever he would say something that suddenly was met with confusion. Many things that he considered normal growing up where not and he often pondered how different other people saw the world compared to him.

Feelings were one of those things that surprised him. He was already ending middle school when he found out maybe people didn’t perceive them like he did as he expressed his concern for the school’s cheerleader captain that one day came into their classroom.

She was only there a few minutes for an announcement of a event of some sorts and was much older than them, she wasn’t anyone that Yunho ever interacted with, but he felt such overwhelming sadness about her. He could feel it cold and thick in the air and it suffocated him, his eyes watering as as he put on a coat in the middle of the summer.

He leaned down to comment about it with one his friends sitting besides him, but the only response he got was “What do you mean? She looks fine to me, too happy even. Isn’t her smile kinda creepy? I don’t think I ever saw her not smiling actually.” Yunho let it go after that, confused at what was that he was feeling. Her aura didn’t look great, with dark mute tones to it, but he knew better than to argue that.

The girl killed herself a week later. Yunho didn’t know how to feel about it when he heard the news. After a few more mismatched situations he connected the dots that being an empath was part of his powers.

He could see in himself how that affected him, now that he was self aware. Could see how his need to please and cheer people up was developed as a form of immediate self gratification, feeling good as they felt happy and his avoidance of serious atmospheres were all in self preservation, hating the bad feeling everyone gave when the mood soured and he felt helpless to it. It was hard not to be shaped by other people’s emotions when they were so strong, he supposed.

✧

At the start of high school he thought he had cleared up all he could do. He tried his best to center himself and not be swayed by the things he saw and felt. He became a pro in pretending he was seeing the world the same as everyone else. He just wanted to be normal. That was what every teenager seemed to want anyway, so he went along trying to not get singled out.

One day he was eating with his friends at the cafeteria when a guy almost as tall as him passed by and grabbed an apple from the tray the girl besides him had in front of her.

“Hey! That has an owner, you know.” He let out annoyed at the blatant disregard from the guy, making him stop in his tracks looking back genuinely surprised.

“Wha-, you scared me! Who are you yelling at?” The girl besides him exclaimed as surprised, looking up from her phone.

“Didn’t you see him just grab your apple?” Yunho asked confused.

“Ah, someone grabbed it? Oh my God, did you see who? That’s so rude, I paid for it!” The girl besides him start going on a rant to him, turning her head to look around but ignoring the perpetrator that was right in front of her somehow. He didn’t understand how she didn’t see the boy when he towered over their table like a giant tree in front of them.

“What do you mean who, he’s right h-” Yunho stopped himself as he saw the cocky smile on his face and combined with the overwhelming confusion from his friend he finally got that this was one of those things that he couldn’t just explain.

The boy took a bit of the apple right there in front of him, looking down on them as if it was a challenge and that for whatever reason that made Yunho blood boil. He doesn’t even remember it that well anymore. He might have been having a bad day or he just never dealt well with cocky people from the beginning.

The feeling that arrogance itself passed to Yunho always felt like such an intense personal provocation, to feel it from someone else even when he had nothing to do with the situation, he regularly had trouble staying away from the emotion although he knew he should ignore and move on. The cockiness frustrated him, how it was like he was getting taunted into a game that in the end he could only lose. People that thought they had the upper hand usually were right, that was just how life worked and that pissed him off.

He thought he was past that childish indignation by then but either way, Yunho just gave in to the impulse, got up and pulled on the boy’s forearm holding it as he tried to grab the apple from his other hand quick enough that he didn’t need to explain any of this to his distracted friends.

“Hey! Is that the guy that got my apple?” The girl suddenly could see him, as well as all their friends apparently, as they stood up to help Yunho that were still struggling to hold the other’s arms while he standed awkwardly in-between the table and the bench.

That surprised Yunho into letting him go and he could hear a bunch of surprised gasps and exclamations asking where did the boy disappear to. They couldn’t see him anymore even though he was still there just a few steps back then before, looking around shocked. Yunho was equally shocked. The boy in question took the chance to run off.

So the boy did exist. He wasn’t a ghost that only Yunho could see. His mind raced as the bell rang with his group pulling him away to class, commenting on how weird that all just was.

Yunho had always concluded he could see ghosts. That was the conclusion he got from his ‘imaginary friend’ incident years ago. And until then he had never thought back on it again. He made that conclusion but never tested it, afraid of what he could find. He also remembered about seeing ghosts as part of his repertoire, but he never really gave the kid that brought him to such misguided conclusion a second thought.

In the years between kindergarten and high school he never saw anything like it again. Although You’d expect him to be especially sensitive to the supernatural from his powers, everything he saw and felt was very humane and alive.

People die everyday with unfinished businesses, surely if he saw actual ghosts it would be more frequent than this. His friends had see him, even if for only a brief moment, so it wasn’t like he didn’t exist. He had to be alive. Why Yunho’s touch made him visible?

The only two incidents like this were about two boys around his age. What were the chances that it was the same boy? What were the chances that it were different boys? Both made equal sense, which was none at all, and it left him wondering for years until he got an answer.

✧

Yunho discovered the possible answer to his years of doubt as he finally understood the last characteristic of his power. It wasn’t an instant epiphany, but a whole process. Up until then he was working under the assumption that he was the only one with powers. He was the one that was different, the odd one out of the bunch.

He knew about people that claimed they could read the future or see your past life from the media and sometimes he wondered if he was someone like that, since auras and empathic feelings were occasionally mentioned. However he didn’t have any cool party trick up his sleeve to show for it, he couldn’t tell you anything beyond of what people were feeling right at that moment and people tend to already figure that out on their own.

He felt alone in his struggle. He moved to Seoul for college and living in a bigger city was making things way harder than ever before. It wasn’t sufficient that he had to live choking among the crowd of other people’s emotions assaulting his every sense, he also had to act like it didn’t affect him at all.

A few months into his first semester the first big “villain” incident happened though. It wasn’t the first time they attacked, but it was the first time that the media and government acknowledged it and Yunho had been there to witness it happen.

He was on the train making his way back to his tiny apartment in the outskirts of town. The rent was cheap and he got the privacy he needed, but it was far, really really far and the several long train rides he went through to get there from classes or his part time job was quick to take a toll on him.

Being trapped with so many people for so long was exhausting for him. In the morning people felt for the news they saw before going out and at night everyone was adding up to his end of the day exhaustion with their own. Most of his classes were in the very early morning or a little into the early evening, like the one he had been coming back from that night. When the train stopped in its tracks with a halt Yunho barely reacted, sighing with the sudden worry from everyone around dawning over him.

It wasn’t completely crowded, every seat was taken but only a few people were standing. He pulled his backpack to his chest in case they needed to come out and closed his eyes in hope that next time he opened them again they would be moving again. Suddenly a huge metallic impact noise was heard though, and he was sure they wouldn’t.

He felt the rush of fear before he heard the screams. He was in the very end of the train and the situation took its time to reach the passengers there, but once it did it only escalated as he saw people panic and he made his escape towards the tiny bathroom there at the very end of the wagon with a few others lucky enough to fit in with him.

At first everyone thought it was a simple robbery, and maybe if they waited it out no one would notice the hiding spot. Yunho soon noticed it wasn’t the case as he saw something he had never seen before approaching.

Even through the wall separating him from the rest of the boxed space he could see a strong golden aura that shone so strong it hurt his eyes and he felt like he had to be wearing sunglasses to see it properly.

He then heard that voice. It told everyone to stop and the people around him suddenly weren’t trembling in fear anymore, their eyes frozen in place and Yunho held his breath knowing something bad was coming from this.

“Everyone inside the bathroom come out.” It commanded. And they did it in a calm and orderly fashion that felt ridiculous compared to moments before when they were all scrambling to fit in there.

Yunho didn’t come out. He later would say it was a strategically thought out move to stay hidden, but honestly he was just scared. Something was wrong with everyone, and it was obvious it wasn’t affecting him. He didn’t wanna find out what would happen if he got caught.

He heard the footsteps as the aura he saw started distancing itself from his hiding spot and he finally let out the breath he was holding. The door was wide open and he could see everyone with their backs turned to him, a lot more people there than before everything happened. He grabbed the door to make a shield as he peeked from there, they didn’t move an inch staring at the path the golden person had come from.

He had the luck to notice someone he knew. Well, he didn’t know the man, but he saw him before. Kim Hongjoong was in at least three of his classes and always seemed to take the lead in most heated debates in them so it was hard not to notice him.

The short man was staring zombie like as everyone else, but his aura was weakly swaying. Yunho took that as a chance and tried holding his wrist to pull him his way. The moment their skin touched though it seemed like Hongjoong immediately woke up from whatever spell was cast on him. He looked around confused and Yunho silently pulled him forward with a finger lifted to his lips.

They stayed there until everything was over which took roughly an hour but felt like an eternity. They kept silent waiting for something, monitoring the noises, but the man didn’t come back their way. After a while their door was forced open and the two of them almost had a heart attack, Yunho falling downwards cowering behind his tiny companion, but it was only the police informing them to evacuate the train.

They were separated to take statements. Yunho didn’t have much to say. That didn’t stop him from getting held up till dawn in the midst of the whole thing though. He sent his request to live in the college dorm as soon as he got home.

✧

The other day Hongjoong sought him out, still looking pretty shook from the events, a bit jumpy and fidgeting, a stark comparison to his usual confident exterior.

“What did you do yesterday?” he asked Yunho with a serious look on his face, foregoing any greeting.

“What?”

“You made it stop.” He said as if it that would make Yunho understand, but it didn’t.

The older man seemed displeased with the confusion he got as an answer walking away before Yunho could say anything. The feeling he gave off was one Yunho didn’t like feeling. It was frustration, but the type that came off insecurity. The feeling of helplessness left a bad taste in his mouth. He hoped it wouldn’t become a trauma for the other.

Yunho couldn’t imagine the type of person that would have that type of aura until he saw them on tv later that day. There was footage of the inside of the train when it all happened. The golden person was a man not much older than himself, wearing a long black coat with red detailing and a red mask, he was followed by a tall man dressed in a similar fashion. The second guy in contrast had no aura whatsoever and Yunho gawked at that.

They showed how everyone went towards the end of the train in a synchronised way reminding him of a more casual version of marching soldiers and how the two invaders kept walking around the front wagons going through people’s purses.

The footage had no audio and was cut in small pieces as it didn’t show the part the golden person went through to the end of the train. It felt like important pieces were missing as they didn’t seem to be finding what they wanted, not seeming to take anything, but what really took his attention was the news anchor words when he reported about the perpetrators. ‘he appeared to be working alone...’

That second guy’s presence was painfully obvious for him. No aura, not being seen… It kept happening to Yunho. He again wondered if there was any chance that it was the same person.

✧

It took a few more incidents with that same person piled up for Yunho to start to understand the full implications of his powers since the information was never very accurate, lots of he says she says and probably some form of censor considering how serious the police was taking it. They tried to downplay everything but it was obvious it was a huge issue.

One day the golden person came onto the news himself. He appeared in a bright red suit, a bright red mask matching and Yunho couldn’t help laugh at the flashy tackiness of it. The man ordered the anchor off his seat and replaced him, his companion there as well sitting on the counter by the side of the screen.

“Every adult that is watching this right now in *** area will head to the park in front of *** station immediately. If you have kids at home put them to bed before you leave.” The man finished with a smirk.

He couldn’t be serious, Yunho thought. Yet the memories of the train came to him, how he ordered people like that as well. The tone of his voice, it made Yunho feel light.

Yunho lived in the area he mentioned and couldn’t stop himself from think maybe going to the park right now sounded good. Even though it was way too late to be in a park in such a shady area, he felt compelled to do it. He didn’t though. He wondered if people were indeed being brainwashed to do it. Yunho felt glad for being different for the first time in his life.

He thought back to Hongjoong in the train. He wasn’t different, he didn’t have a way to escape it, if this guy really was controlling people. Which should be impossible, but technically his own powers should be impossible as well.

Hongjoong was in the same train as his that time. It was the last train he took, which maybe meant he lived around the same area? It was a longshot, but there wasn’t much else to do around there. Would he be going to the park right now? There were a lot of people that would be going if this man’s power worked over the screen, could he even find Hongjoong in the crowd if that was the case?

He wasn’t gonna go out there just because he was worried about this random guy he doesn’t even know that well, would he?

✧

Turns out he would. Hongjoong’s aura and emotional the day following the first incident was enough to push Yunho over the edge with worry. And luck must be part of his powers because he found Hongjoong ridiculously easy. Lots of people were indeed going to the park and when Yunho got to the entrance he spot the person he was looking for right away only a few meters away, walking that weird march everyone else seemed to be doing.

Yunho remembered Hongjoong as the poster boy for fashion majors, his hair a show stopper and always well dressed, but now he only wore sweatpants and a oversized shirt making Yunho think that he really was forced come here rather than planned to go out. When he touched his shoulder he had a reaction similar to the last time, looking around frantically and confused as if he just woke up from a dream.

“You!” he exclaimed seeing Yunho holding onto him.

“Yeah, me, I can’t explain right now, but we gotta get out here.” The taller answered hoping they could leave the eerie zombie crowd before he had to answer any questions. He really didn’t think through the aftermatch of his actions, his intended plan only going up to that action of waking him up.

“Why? What is happening? How aren’t you affected by him?” The questions spilled from the other’s lips a bit too fast for Yunho to keep up, laced with suspicion.

“Look, I know as much as you do okay and I don’t really wanna stay to see what happens, so how about we get out of here first and talk later.” He hoped that was enough to convince him, a bad presentiment at the back of his head.

The other seemed reluctant, but they went back towards the entrance again. Yunho stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the bright red suit standing directly in their way, Hongjoong bumping into his back.

“What?” The shorter asked.

“Nothing, let’s just leave through the other side.” Yunho tried sounding nonchalant about it, in contrast to the panic he truly was feeling. He didn’t have time to explain this now when they were in immediate danger. All he could do was pull the other another way and hope he followed, but of course Hongjoong didn’t make things easy.

“Why, the entrance is right there.” He had now stopped. “What did you see there?” Hongjoong tried looking back and going the opposite way Yunho was pushing them towards.

Honestly saving this tiny man’s stubborn ass was presenting much more trouble than he originally expected, and he wasn’t sure it was worth the effort. The last thing he wanted was to stop and catch up with his supposed childhood imaginary friend right now.

“Ugh, just… Trust me okay, I’ll tell everything after I swear.” Yunho tried to express how desperate he was with his eyes.

“You better tell me everything later.” The other reluctantly agreed and stopped resisting to being pulled forward again. Yunho looked over his shoulder. The tall man seemed to have noticed them and was walking their way. He did look a bit familiar, but Yunho doubt that would save them if they were caught, even if they really did meet before.

“We gotta get out of here now. ” Yunho started full on sprinting, Hongjoong following his pace without protest this time.

✧

They ran for what felt like ages that night until they got to the other side. It managed to exhaust Hongjoong enough for him to let Yunho off the hook till the next day. They both worried overnight about what was happening in that park, but it turns out it wasn’t anything as serious as they expected.

It was a demonstration of power. Everyone there was ordered to take a picture of the golden person and post it online with the caption “You can’t escape the Cardinal”. The Cardinal, seemed to be name the public enemy was going by right now, like a villain out of a comic book. Yunho wondered what was the story with the name, but he guessed he would find out soon enough if the guy was campaigning his evil deeds on the internet.

His musings were interrupted as Hongjoong entered the coffee shop they arranged to meet at, being introduced by the little bell at the door ringing. He made a beeline toward his table, not stopping to order anything and Yunho already felt tired just by feeling his determination. He was hoping this didn’t turn into a full on interrogation, but his situation wasn’t looking good.

“Start speaking.” He said sitting down.

“Not even a hello or anything?” The younger tried.

“Oh where are my manners, hello, how are you, I’m fine thank you. Now talk.” He had the nerve to roll his eyes just to frustrate him more.

A waitress came by to see if Hongjoong wanted anything to drink and Yunho took the chance to gather his thoughts. He was preparing his excuses all morning training answers to any questions he could come up with, but being put on the spot to explain himself like this wasn’t what he was expecting.

The other must have noticed his sour expression because once they were left alone he started apologizing with a sigh.

“Sorry, I’ve just been having a bad day.” And didn’t Yunho know that, he again had that heavy insecure feeling around him in every class they met and sometimes Yunho swore he could feel it from several classrooms away. “Just tell me what you know about the Cardinal, please.” His eyes and tone now pleading rather than demanding.

“I don’t know anything about that dude, only what I see on the news, in fact I’m sure you must know more than me since you saw him in person and I didn’t.” And that was true. The only new information he had was about his little sidekick help, that wasn’t really little at all, but Yunho decided to leave that out. “What happened that time anyway?”

“I thought I was the one getting answers here.” Hongjoong pouted at that, but continued to answer anyway. “He just barged in and we got told to move to the end of the train, I think he was looking for something, but my mind went blank when spoke. Like blank as if I got a full body anesthesia blank. I only came to when you pulled me to hide with you. I heard other people didn’t till the cops showed up. Like a full hour got robbed of them, how can you not notice that. And then last night again.” He finished looking down.

Yunho could tell what type of person Hongjoong was from those few times they meet alone. He brimmed with fire and determination, that was usually his default mode and when something negative happened that he had no control over, he would get frustrated at his own helplessness as if he himself was in the wrong for not stopping it from happening.

There was more depth to a human being than this, but he felt those two recurring emotions already spoke great deals of who Kim Hongjoong was.

“I don’t really know anything, I was just a guy that was hiding in the bathroom.” Yunho started trying to clear his side. “I went to the park thinking maybe you’d be in trouble. Cuz, you know, we were in the same train and stuff… So like, I assumed… maybe you lived around there?” It sounded dumb and he wished he’d thought before he spoke, now it sounded like he either had a crush or was a creepy stalker when he honestly didn’t even really know the guy. Yay. Go Yunho. “Look, I just felt bad not doing anything when I saw the news and thought of the people in the train, so I went there to help in any tiny safe way I could.”

“There’s not many convenient trains at that hour that would get there fast enough, you must live close, right?” He kept his interrogation going, thankfully ignoring Yunho’s embarrassing words, but Yunho knew what he was implying.

“Yeah, I live a few blocks away from the station.” He didn’t know how to avoid this train of thought. It was impossible to ignore it.

“You came there out of your own free will.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes” Yunho answered anyway. He already had made his mind the former night while he couldn’t sleep. If he couldn’t think of an excuse he might as well own up to it.

“How?” Hongjoong eyes squinted at him in suspicion, as if that made Yunho a threat like the golden guy. The Cardinal. Yunho was still having trouble with the lame new name.

The defensive stare piercing through him hurt, but it wasn’t wrong of Hongjoong to be careful, he told himself. In fact the best thing you could be with everything unexplainable in life was to be cautious, right. He was the weird one, he couldn’t complain. He just wanted to get this over with and go back to his normal life, where all this serious heavy feelings had no place to weight down on him and he wasn’t reminded that he was an abnormality.

“Just I’m not really what you’d call normal and it paid off against this guy, I guess.” He started saying, but didn’t know how to continue to describe his situation to other people without seeming crazy. He never had to put anything related to his power into words before.

“What do you mean not normal?” Hongjoong pressed and Yunho’s face scrunched in thought.

The words that came to his mind felt wrong. He didn’t get affected because he saw his aura? That didn’t feel right. Why didn’t he get affected? Because he was different. Then why his touch also made Hongjoong wake up from it? He wasn’t different. Yunho didn’t do anything.

The incident with the invisible boy in high school came to his mind suddenly. His touch made him visible. His touch made The Cardinal’s command stop working. He always felt alone in his struggles with his powers, so he never considered other people having them. Now it made sense, he could stop other powers. That’s why he saw that boy, because his power didn’t work on him.

So it should be the same boy, right? How many invisible boys were there running around in the world? He moved to a different and bigger city now though, so maybe there were many that he wasn’t aware of.

“Yunho?” the man in front of him called him back to earth, before he got too lost in his own head.

“You saw The Cardinal, right? How he commanded people with his voice, you felt that.” Yunho started again, finally settling on an approach to explain himself.

“Yes.” The other responded him seriously.

“So you believe me when I say he has some type of power. I mean, you know, like a superpower from a comic book, something that a superhero would have.” His thoughts left his mouth like scrambled words as soon as he said the word ‘power’ out loud. It just felt silly to say that, much more to elaborate on it even after the notion lived in his head for so long.

“More like a villain, but yes, I believe it.”

“I have one too. Something I can do is neutralize other powers. That’s why his doesn’t affect me.” Yunho finally said with his eyes cast down, scared of the reaction he would get. He was half ready to turn it into a joke if the other didn’t believe him, a recurring coping mechanism for him already at the tip of his tongue, but deep inside he knew it’d hurt even he saved himself the embarrassment.

“Something you can do? Is there more to it?” Hongjoong asked. Was that really the part the other wanted to focused on? Yunho cringed just thinking on what to answer, he wasn’t expecting to be believed so easy to start with.

“Yes, but that’s the only important part.” He said hoping the other wouldn’t push it.

To his surprise Hongjoong really didn’t push it. He hummed at his answer and grew quiet deep in thought sipping on his coffee that was already cold by then. It felt surreal to talk about this with someone else like this, specially the way the older was taking it.

“I get it. Then do you think you have the power to stop that guy?”

“What?” That question caught Yunho completely by surprise.

“You said you can neutralize powers, can’t you just touch that guy and make his powers stop working?” Hongjoong explained his thoughts as if that was the simplest possible answer to the problem that was The Cardinal.

“It’s not that simple, first of all I don’t think I can do it permanently, so I’d need to be touching him forever if you want him to never give out an order again. Also, how would I even approach him? Not to mention the people already under his control to start with.” Yunho started babbling the innumerable flaws with that thinking, really eager for a chance to steer away from the topic and not wanting to give the impression that he was powerful like that in any way.

“You don’t think?” the other raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, not impressed by his excuses.

“It’s not like there’s many powerful people around volunteering themselves for me to try to erase their powers. I’m not even sure how I really do it, it’s more of a passive skill.”

Hongjoong also didn’t seem impressed with the simplified explanation.

“I also don’t think he’s hard to approach, he works alone and acts all cocky. I’m sure we can surprise hi-” the older started, but Yunho quickly cut him off.

“We? Dude, I don’t know about you, but I want nothing to do with this.” He was the one scaring Yunho now.

“Look, right now you’re the only one that has any known form of counter to his power, don’t you feel like you need to do something? Controlling innocent people like puppets, doesn’t that disgust you even a little bit?” Hongjoong stared at him exasperated, but the fear in his words shone through by the end of his sentence.

And Yunho hadn’t thought about it like that yet. Wording it like that he understood the other’s fear and his latest mood swings. The fact that you could be controlled without any consent like this at any time on someone’s whim could really make anyone feel helpless.

Still he wouldn’t budge, not only he was scared as hell and adamant on maintaining the normal power-free life he worked so hard to upkeep till now, he was also sure they couldn’t get past the big guy to start with. Yunho wasn’t a fighter at all. He was at best a support character. And as a game expert he could say for sure the stupidest thing you could do was to go headfirst against the boss alone while playing support.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, I know for a fact that we can’t reach him.” he started, already expecting Hongjoong to start questioning him.

“And what makes you say that?” the vexed expression on Hongjoong’s face upset him the slightest bit, as if Yunho was the one being difficult.

“He has a second person working with him.” he let out finally.

“What? How do you even know that?” the other asked suspicion coming back to his tone.

“It’s obvious, but no one sees it. He has this invisible giant bodyguard working with him. Only I can see him because, like The Cardinal, his power doesn’t affect me.” he answered knowing how ridiculous it sounded, but a bit too tired to word it more convincingly.

Hongjoong looked at him for the first time like he was crazy. It almost felt satisfying to finally receive the reaction Yunho had been expecting the whole conversation. Almost, but not really. Just a way to cope with the pent up hurt of seeing things no one else saw.

But then Hongjoong’s eyes sparked with realisation.

“Yesterday, that was what you were seeing when you kept looking back? This guy was there?”

“Yeah, he noticed that we stopped and was coming to check. Seriously he’s as tall as I am and kinda intimidating, he scares me more than the Cardinal does for sure.” Yunho answered letting out a relieved sigh that the older was smart enough to connect the dots by himself.

“I kept seeing an empty space where you were looking behind us, I would never imagine we were being chased.”

“Yeah, can’t relate. So, can you just let go of this vigilante fantasy you’re thinking about and just try to stay out of this like any normal citizen? Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do.” he just wanted to escape this whole conversation at that point. The other’s aura that flaid with determination, the bright tones of red not only shone too brightly, they indicated that Hongjoong had no intent of backing down and he didn’t want to get caught up in it.

“Even if you say that is not like I have a choice whether I get controlled on not. And it can’t just keep happening. I don’t know what I can do, but it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Yunho didn’t need to understand the feeling of being controlled to be able to literally taste the bitter feeling of utter defeat in his mouth from Hongjoong’s feelings. He pulled a napkin from the side and a pen out of his pocket and start writing something down.

“Here’s my number. If you get caught in something like this again try to call me before anything happens. I’d feel bad if you weren’t there anymore to yell about how my side of the debate team was wrong in every damn philosophy class we have. I gotta go already or else I’ll be late.” he joked, handing the paper ready to finally get out of the suffocating atmosphere.

“Okay.” Yunho was already getting up when Hongjoong grabbed his wrist for a second. "Thank you really.”

“Don’t mention it.” The grateful look he was receiving was not something he knew how to deal with. Not when he spent the whole time expecting to be shunned away. The whole proactive heroic streak on the other caught him by surprise, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t a least touched at how his power wasn’t meet with disgust.

✧

After that the two of them unexpectedly became really good friends. It was obvious to Hongjoong that Yunho was a pretty great guy, offering his help when he really didn’t have to. And Hongjoong himself was pretty outgoing and popular among students, he was already on his second year and was always pretty vocal in and outside of class, so he knew most people in his own major at the very least compared to Yunho that was still getting a feel for the college life.

Soon one was inviting the other to parties, doing their class projects together and taking coffee breaks and library overnights alone was unthinkable now. Hongjoong followed suit on requesting for a place at the school dorms and entered the waiting list as Yunho had earlier.

They didn't get any updates till the next semester, but it gave them time to enjoy frequent train rides together and bonding over the problems they had with such a long commute and shady neighborhood. To their surprise, and Yunho’s recurring luck, they became roommates when they got accepted into the college dorms, and helped each other move during the break.

Since he started his first year he was having a hard time. Yunho was a very social guy, loved to party and hang out with friends as often as he could. He thrived when surrounded by good emotions, so he always did his best to incite the best of feelings on whoever he was around and avoided awkward and serious situation meticulously.

When he moved it got tough. Everything started piling up almost immediately, the school work, the part time job he got, the long commutes and the fact that he didn't know anyone nor felt like he had the time to try and have a social life. It was all suffocating his extroverted self that suddenly only had the negativity surrounding him to focus on.

However the events that lead to them getting closer, while borderline traumatic, started a chain of overall positive events for both them. Yunho mused if luck really was part of his power, something he considered often.

It was hard to prove luck though, so he could only wonder. It seemed that every time his life was starting to dip down into a low phase it suddenly did a one eighty with a seemingly random event causing everything to magically work out in his favor.

If it wasn't a superpower then at the very least fate had taken a liking to him and for that he was grateful.

✧

The Cardinal's attack didn't stop, if anything they got even more frequent. The news was mostly filled with his big displays of power. It was very clear that his first focus was to affect public moral and he was succeeding.

His second order of business seemed to be to punish criminals that escaped their trials unscathed. He had the power to make them confess and their crimes were usually enough to make the people completely unsympathetic.

With that he started gaining a small following online, again planting the discourse of morality into modern society as they know. Was he a solution to the inefficient system that left those monsters free? Can you even consider a forced confession as a fact? Yunho was sure that it was as unconstitutional as it could get, but in his worse cases he could see the merit in his actions.

Hongjoong couldn't. The whole attitude of the vigilante sparked anger in him, so much that Yunho avoided watching the news with him in the room and stored painkillers for the headache he'd get from the intense emotional push.

The villain was building an reign based on fear and he hated everyone's attention on that. But Yunho could see past it most of the time. He had the feeling the news were censoring a big part of what he must be doing, with lots of cuts and edits over any footage. What was posted online was biased towards The Cardinal's grandiose acts, usually promoted by the man himself.

However you can't edit out what you don't even know is there. Yunho's eyes always followed the big guy running around these incidents. The camera never followed him so the focus always sucked, and most of the time he was mainly orbiting around The Cardinal himself and exits like a bodyguard watching over for any trouble.

So it stood out the times he was moving. He was always looking for something. Yunho never got a glimpse of what it was, but they had an end goal and it worried him how he was the only one seeing it.

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