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dyingrosesandwriting · 4 years

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Home (Yandere x Reader)

Word count: ~2100

“I can’t believe I wrote this.” Muttered a quiet voice in the dark.

“I mean, this is so repetitive and boring!” Exclaimed the figure in the dark, obscured by a blanket thrown over herself, light from her device creating a silhouette visible from the window. Not like anyone would see, or at least that was what you thought.

However, you were very wrong, as unbeknownst to you, a male sat right outside your window. He was cloaked in shadows and a hoodie, while wearing a grin on his face. As the unknown male peered through your window, you got out of the tent of sheets and walked out of your room to the hall.

“Now’s my chance” muttered your stalker with a chuckle, as he started picking the your window lock.

You stood in your bathroom, brushing your teeth, when you heard a noise come from your room, shaking, you put your toothbrush back and went inside to investigate.

“Hello?” You called out, your voice cracking. Your feet felt like they were freezing on the floorboards.

“I have a weapon you know!” You shouted, trying to intimidate whatever had intruded your house. You did in fact have a weapon, which meant if worse came to worse, you could probably fight back.

You opened your bedroom door, heart pumping so hard it resonated through your whole body, only to find... Nothing unusual.

You searched through any places that an intruder could hide, behind your cabinets, behind your door, under your bed, and now your closet, the only place left, you had already armed yourself with a kitchen knife and a torch, and with a deep breath you swung open the tall door.

You gasped as you saw a man in front of you, he gave you a smile as you froze up, and spoke with a sickly sweet voice,

“Aww, you found me, babe!” He stepped out of your racks of clothes, revealing his tall, looming figure and something in his hands.

You tried to run, use your weapon, do anything, but fear had petrified you to your spot, and now you were being held down by the man as he held that thing in his hands to your mouth. You realised only too late that it was a chloroform rag as you started to fall unconscious. “Shhhh,” He hushed.

“It’s going to be alright...”

///

“Hey baby, I was wondering when you’d wake up!” Exclaimed a voice from... somewhere.

Yoy couldn’t seem to see until you had blinked a bit, but even then you disregarded the voice and tried to stretch your arms, trying to shake off the tendrils of sleepiness. But to your horror you couldn’t move your arms much at all. You looked around to try and find the cause of it, when you spotted that man from last night sitting at the edge of what was definitely not your bed.

"Did he actually kidnap me?" You thought, your mind started racing with questions, "What’s he going to do to me?" "Am I going to die?" "Why me?" Your thoughts were cut off though as he spoke again.

“Are you ignoring me babe?” He asked,

“You know that won’t end well. For either of us.” He whispered in your ear, causing goose bumps to erupt over your neck.

“Why am I here?” You squeaked out, holding back tears. The man noticed your fear and started rubbing your cheek despite your obvious discomfort, “You’re here," He paused, "Because I love you.”

“W-what?” You gasped out.

“I have loved you since we first met, in seventh grade, you helped me out all the time!”

“Remember?”

He stared at you expectantly, but you couldn’t remember him, you graduated a year ago, but you'd suppressed those memories long ago.

The man looked familiar though, not with a comforting sense of familiarity, instead with a deep seeded fear, like he’d been responsible for the ‘incident' at the end of seventh grade.

“You don’t remember me?” He asked her, his voice shaky and uneven. You were just about to answer when he’d started screaming,

“You fucking bitch! How could you forget me! We’re soulmates, or are you too much of a whore to remember that?”

All of his shouting had driven you to the point of tears, not like you weren't probably already going to cry. You had tried to hold them back but they flowed across your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, willing your captor to not notice them in fear of being hurt.

“I’m sorry...” He stated calmly, although you could hear his heavy breaths, and stared into your eyes as he started to stroke through your hair. You thought of slapping his hand away but thought of the consequences, and that you couldn’t move your hands.

“I should of known you'd forgotten, seventh grade was pretty traumatic." He sighed, but you felt like he was involved in that trauma.

“I guess I should reintroduce myself then,” He added, with a peck to your blotchy red cheek.

“My name’s Blake.”

“And you babe, helped me out when no one else would!” He shifted off the bed and grabbed a photo album, “Every single day I was tormented by those fucking bastards,” He seemingly struggled to keep his voice level.

“But you always saved me afterwards!” He added with a wide smile and opened up the album to a page full of photos of you, some were from behind, some were seemingly consensual, and others had been taken while you were asleep, and all of them made you incredibly uncomfortable.

You decided to just nod along.

“Did you ever even question why everyone hated me?”

“N-no.”

Blake chuckled and answered. “All of them made a fit just because I followed you home one day,” You felt bile crawl up your throat as your stomach began to turn.

“I was only following you to protect you from those creeps!”

“But, y’ know I taught them all a lesson babe.”

Blake's words had proved exactly what you were dreading.

He’d been responsible for the 'incident' in seventh grade.

///

I stood in front of the school bathroom mirror, freshening up before I’d head out with my boyfriend, or whatever we were now.

I'd confessed to him yesterday and he said he’d liked me too, although not as long as I had, so we'd decided to date.

After about five minutes I finished brushing my hair for the third time today and headed outside the main gate to meet him, but he wasn’t there.

After standing there and looking in every direction, I checked my phone; nothing.

I sent him a text:

where r u???

Sent

I waited ten minutes for a reply, but nothing, not even a ‘seen’. I started to search around, asking the kids who where still hanging around if they’d seen him. A group of them said they’d seen him following another dude through the hall,

“Great,” I thought, “he’s just gonna cop out on me before the first date.”

I figured I should at least find him and tell him my frustration if he wasn’t going to read my texts, so I headed towards the gym, presumably where one of his team members had probably dragged him off to.

As I walked through the hall towards the gym I heard a strange noise; Something muffled.

I quietly stepped towards the door it was coming from, the storage closet, and listened.

“So what did you drag me here for?” Someone asked.

“You took something from me,” Someone else answered back.

“What did I take?” The first person asked, the smugness feeling very familiar.

“YOU FUCKING KNOW!” Roared back the other person. Fearing things were gonna get ugly, I tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. I looked around for anyone, but the halls were empty. It must’ve been way past the end bell now so the only people left were in their clubs.

I had one choice: to try stop this while I could.

I prepared myself and rammed the door with my shoulder with all my strength.

First try; it didn’t budge.

Second try; Something smashed in the closet.

Third try; if this didn’t work I’d need to go get help.

But thankfully, it did.

But I wouldn't be so thankful soon.

Just as the door busted open, I saw it. The beaten body of my boyfriend and a tall, dark figure grasping a baseball bat hunched over him.

I tried to reach out to him but the man grabbed my wrist, twisted it, and pushed me to the ground. Through the pain I held back tears as I tried to get up, but what I saw next had me begging for the blurry censorship my tears provided.

I got up, but before I ran for someone to break this up, I tried to punch this psycho while he resumed to beating my boyfriend to a pulp with his bat.

Instead however, he turned right around as my fist collided with his back and struck my shins with his bat, the residual pain keeping me on my knees after the initial strike.

“No, no, you’re gonna watch this,” A voice too deranged to recognise muttered.

He continued to senselessly beat the barely alive mess of flesh, blood and bone that was once my boyfriend into a pulp.

“It’s all for you after all.”

///

“No! No no no no no!” You cried in shock and terror.

“Oh, but yes!” He replied in a mockingly jolly tone, “You have no idea how fucking great it felt to crush that insect of a boyfriend!” He added, licking his lips and thinking with a nostalgic look on his face.

“Just... Why?”

“Why? Isn’t it obvious?”

“I told you already; I love you.”

“I just want you all to myself, tied up and away from all the fucking perves that want you for themselves.” Blake held you tightly in his arms, you knew better than to squirm.

“S-so you wanted them to hate me?” You cried in confusion.

“Well... It certainly wasn’t part of the plan, but how could you have a relationship if everyone thought you killed your last boyfriend?”

“How could you not fall for me? The clumsy but charming guy of your dreams, who was always there?” He asked staring deep into your eyes.

“I mean seriously, how couldn’t you?!” He raised his voice, “I WAS ALWAYS THERE, BUT ALL YOU DID WAS IGNORE ME AND PLAN ON LEAVING THIS ‘DUMPSTER OF A TOWN’!” he continued, voice now booming in the small room.

Your eyes immediately dilated and your palms began to sweat, tears pricking at your eyes once again.

“YOU'VE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS, FUCKING YEARS, TO LEAVE ME!”

“W-why?” He’d finally calmed down, and started almost crying himself, the sight made you feel an uncomfortable mix of smug and sorry.

No.

He's a murderer.

“I couldn’t live with the harassment anymore.” You started calmly, hoping you wouldn’t flare up his anger.

“Didn’t you want me to be happy?” You asked.

“But I need you to be happy.” He responded weakly.

You remained silent and decided to take a closer look at the room you were stuck in.

You were currently laying on a queen sized bed, with three layers of blankets and plain blue sheets.

The walls of the room were painted the same blue as the sheets, though it was hard to tell at first due to photos of you and posters covering most of the area.

"The room must be Blake's," You thought. "Which means..." Your stomach turned at the thought.

You'd have to sleep with this psycho.

And then what would happen?

He would push himself onto you, and you'd either have to accept it, or... You didn't want to think about what he'd do to you.

His threats when you didn't acknowledge him, the fact that he broke into your home and kidnapped you, and...

What he did to your boyfriend.

And how he enjoyed the aftermath of fear and bullying towards you. He stood by as people made your life a living hell. Because they thought you were a criminal, a murderer that was about to get what they deserved.

Maybe they were right. You did kill him. Who knows how many other deaths you were responsible for?

No.

He killed him. Blake did.

And all of this, that's what'll clear your name once you escape wherever this psycho is keeping you.

"W-where are we?" Your voice came out softer and meeker than you'd like, but maybe that would help. Get him to believe you were just scared and worried, though you really were.

The male sat in front of you, shaking a small amount.

"Home."

Uh, so this is kinda old, but then I added onto it and rewrote it to be x reader. I was mega hyped for this blog when I started writing this, even making a Pinterest board for this character, but I never actually described his appearance, and personality wise he is a pissbaby.

Bruh, my first draft on this account made realise I changed his name from Joey to Blake.

Edit: I fucking forgot to change his name once and used third person phrasing instead of second person in one part. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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simpsiren · 4 years

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sticky notes: the story

mark lee x reader

introduction

main masterlist

description. you use sticky notes to get into contact with your soulmate.

genre. soulmate au, high school au, strangers to lovers au

warnings. nonee

a/n. so some people requested for a full story of this so here it is! i really liked making this because the concept is just so cute cudndn oh and i did include the same idea as what i did in my previous post but i had to change it a little so that it would fit the plot. this is a really really long ff since its a slow burn typa thing so please try to stick with me on this one HAHA anyways enjoyy! :D

“you actually believe that?”

you lift your head up from your notes to look at soyoung. she nods her head and hum eagerly. you rub your temples from seeing her respond. “i do believe soulmates exist. but sticky notes to talk to them? what’s social media for then? and how is it even scientifically possible?” you question soyoung, bringing your eyes down as you continue to do your homework.

“that’s the beauty of soulmates, ray!” soyoung whines. you shake your head. “you’re dumb to believe it without confirming the information with other relevant sources.” you mutter out bluntly. you hear soyoung letting out a ‘tsk’. “here you go again being a history student. i swear im glad i never took it.” you scoff and slam your pen on the table gently.

“excuse me, woman! at least i dont have to memorise the whole textbook and only having 5 pages of content coming out in the exam.” you stick your tongue out playfully to tease soyoung. “i cant get over the fact that valcanos didn’t come out eventhough i memorised so much for it.”

the both of you laugh, knowing that the two of you can never stop debating on whether history or geography is the better subject.

“ray complete your homework at home. we cant stay in the classroom for long you know?” soyoung stands up to get to her seat, which is 2 rows down yours since you were sitting right at the back. you liked sitting at the back. it allowed you to always be able to use your phone in case you get bored in class. you still cant believe that your teachers think you’re a good and obedient student. you figured they only assumed that due to your high grades.

you sigh “that’s true.” you turn around to grab your back that was hanging in your chair and start packing your materials. once you were done, you grab the class key and walk over to soyoung’s seat, waiting for her to finish packing. you notice soyoung has finish packing and went to switch off the lights. you allow soyoung to step out first before you close the door behind you and lock the classroom door.

you and soyoung walked down the hallway silently, you were looking out the window to watch the sunset while soyoung had her eyes on her feet. only your footsteps could be heard as almost everyone has left the school grounds except for some teachers who were working late. the school normally closes at 7pm and you’re walking out at 6:50. to break the silence, soyoung opens her mouth to start a conversation.

“okay if you dont believe me why dont you try it yourself? like write a simple introduction to your soulmate.” you raise an eyebrow as you shove your hands into the front pockets of your mom jeans. “why dont you do it?” you fought back as you huff. soyoung bites the inside of her cheek as a moment of silence passes for her to think of an answer.

“because i believe it. and you do not. so you should try it.” you smacked soyoung’s arm, making her flinch back and shouting a loud ‘ouch’. you roll your eyes, knowing you didn’t hit her hard and she was just overreacting. “brilliant excuse,so. but if its going to make you stop talking about it, i might as well.” soyoung face lit up as she jumps happily and starts skipping ahead of you. you laugh and pull the handle at back of her bag to keep her explosion of excitement to the minimum.

“you owe me brown sugar milk tea. large.” you taunted. soyoung waves her hand lazily. “i’ll buy you one after school tomorrow. but you better update me during math.”

you wanted to say how you could just text soyoung to update her, but you remembered the fact that soyoung’s mother took away her phone since she didn’t do well for this year’s midterms. although to you, soyoung’s grades were decent. unfortunately for her, soyoung has to live up to her asian mom’s high expectations. the thought of this made you want to frown, but you showed a bright smile regardless as the two of you finally made it to the school gate, waving to each other and bidding farewell before walking down opposite paths.

once you arrived at home, you took out your phone from your back pocket. you saw a notification from your mother saying that your parents would be home late. you shrug your shoulders as you walk to your room. “as always.” you breathed out.

you did your normal routine of showering and eating leftover dinner that you needed to heat up at the couch while you completed one episode of the anime series you were so hooked on. you continue watching but with the amount of homework you have, you might finish them all by midnight if you dont slack.

you turned off the tv and washed your plate before heading into your room. as you close the door behind you, your eyes immediately went to your desk, which was pretty messed up since you had a test to study for yesterday that you completely weren’t prepared for and had to squeeze in as much information as you can. hence, the scattering of notes and textbooks.

you stroll over to your desk and sat down. you take out your homework from your back which was beside the desk. looking at the stack of homework, you groan in despair as shove it to the back of the desk till it hit the wall. “ah fuck it! im just going to ask kun for help.” you admitted your defeat depsite thinking you would be able to gain some energy from your dinner. you also thought about how you’ve done your homework in the morning plenty of time so i shouldnt be a problem unless kun doesn’t offer his help.

you jump to your bed and lay down, bringing your phone out and immediately start scrolling through instagram. as you swiped your finger up to look at the posts of the people you follow, you stop at one. a picture of a couple who met through the sticky note theory. or so they claim. your thumbs hover over the screen as your eyes look up to the ceiling, starting to remember what soyoung asked to do to get your bubble tea.

yoy tap your index finger on the side of your phone as you constantly started to think whether you should do it or not. you’ve heard the rumours. but are they even true? the more you thought about it, the more intriguing the idea got. but at the same time, you also thought of how stupid it sounded and was probably made to fool people.

after contemplating and having in a debate in your head that felt like forever, you finally place your phone down beside you and take a deep breath. “ill do it.” you groan to yourself, letting curiosity take over your other feelings.

you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed and walk over to your desk. you push all the papers and textbooks aside, grabbing a yellow sticky notepad from your stationery organiser. you had other colours too like pink and purple, but you figured that you should go with the classic.

pulling out a random pen that was laying in between the pages of one of your textbooks, you tilt your head to the side as you start thinking of what to write, unconsciously biting the end of your pen in the process.

you bite the side of your cheek and shrug, deciding to go with the plan of writing whatever that comes to your mind.

um hi? i dont even know if you’re going to see this. its funny, really. i heard a rumour that you can communicate with your soulmate through sticky notes. it’s probably just fake news and im writing to a nobody. that would honestly be embarrassing but it’ll be like love letters.. to myself(?) or my soulmate. write back? haha

you read over what you wrote an endless amount of times, thinking if you should make changes. you groan and immediately stick the sticky note onto your wall, giving up on giving second thoughts about what you call this ridiculousness.

you went about your night, forgetting you have left the sticky note on the wall. as you were on you bed scrolling through tumblr at 2 in the morning, you hear something. it sounded like a piece of paper had fallen from your desk.

unable to see in complete darkness, you turn on the flashlight from your phone and walk around your room, trying to find whatever it is that fell. it didn’t take you long to find a small yellow sticky note that you accidentally stepped on.

you pick it up, remembering that you wrote on the sticky note and thought that it was yours. however, once you were able to get a closer look, you noticed that the words on the sticky note have changed. so has the handwriting.

holy shit. i dont know what is this. but apparently a sticky note appeared on my wall saying i have a soulmate. my friends told me i should write back because of some rumour. so here i am trying. hi im mark. i dont know your name, but hope you’ll tell me once you recieve this. you’re in luck because apparently the rumour is true. im just as crepped out as you are.

you froze in your spot. your fingers shaking as you read the note again. you scratch your head. being too tired and unable to think straight at 2 in the morning, you place the sticky note on your desk and went back to bed to play with your phone. you soon forget about the fact that your soulmate has replied to your message that you have written on your sticky note.

as you got ready for the next period which was math, soyoung immediately runs over to you, dragging the chair from the desk beside you and taking a seat. you flinch a little when you suddenly see her close to you.

“so did you try it?!” soyoung asks, her voice filled with enthusiasm . you brushed a few pieces of hair behind your ear, nodding your head as you take out your textbook from under the desk. “did you get a reply then?”

your mind started to take you back to the mysterious encounter that you had last night. “mhm.” you reply simply. “though the only thing i remember because it seems to be the only relevant information is that the person’s name is mark.” soyoung gasped loudly, making you crease your forehead as you watch her overreacting again.

“your soulmate’s name is mark then.” soyoung concludes, folding her arms confidently as if she made a great discovery. you laugh, rolling your eyes sarcastically. “isnt it obvious?” soyoung frowns fakely.

your mouth gapes open as you hit soyoung’s arm lightly. “buy me my milk tea!” you demanded with a wide smile. soyoung places her notebook on your table and nods constantly. “i will you addict.” she groans. you happily say thank you as your teacher comes into the classroom and class began.

“what are you going to do about it now though?” as you recieved the question from soyoung, you kept silent for a moment, giving time to think of an answer.

“ill write something back? i dont know.. ill have to read the letter again when i get back home.” you whispe to soyoung. she nods in reply as the two of you payed your attention to the front again. it surprised you that soyoung was paying attention but you only assumed that she wanted to do better in class and shrug your shouders, writing down the notes youve missed while talking to soyoung.

as for you, your concentration in class dipped slightly because now, the thing that is occupying your head the most is the thought that the sticky notes theory might actually be real and you cant say its not possible anymore, making you even more shocked than you did last night.

lucky for you, today is the only day of the week where your class ends the earliest, along with two other lower ranked classes. you and soyoung quickly pack up to go to the mall to get your reward. after soyoung buys you your drink, you and soyoung went your separate ways.

after about 30 minutes of taking the bus and walking, you finally arrived at home. you place your drink on the living room table and proceed to place your bag in the room and head for the showers.

once you were done showering, you walk out of the bathroom to head to your room while drying your hair with a small towel. opening the door, you enter and went straight to your clothing rack. just when you were about to grab a shirt from the hanger, you heard the same noise last night. another piece of paper has fallen on the floor.

you turn your head and look down. this time, you found another sticky note right in front of your feet. the colour of the sticky note changed from yellow to a light blue. you tilt your head as you pick up the stick note from the floor, finding it odd as you wonder how the colour of the sticky note changed.

you take a deep breath before reading it, noticing that the handwriting was similar to the one you read last night. a little messier, but still readable.

hi again.. im not sure if you’ll recieve this since its the afternoon and i know people are busy with work or school. i skipped school today so haha. um i just wanted to write to you, despite me not knowing a single thing about you. its odd really. its like i feel the need to write something to an unknown identity that people assume to be my soulmate. i still dont know your name, so i hope youll reply soon. take your time and take care :)

- mark

“skip school? what is he, a bad boy?” you scoff to yourself. you try to take in whatever’s on the note, but another thought comes to mind. you walk over to your desk and saw that the yellow sticky note with mark’s reply was still there. you find everything about this weird and just odd in general. a lot of questions sprouted, but you didn’t want to think of it since you were afraid you would complicate your thoughts and just throw yourself into a stress hole.

you continue to dry your hair with one hand while the other held onto the light blue sticky note. you bit your lip and gulp. after letting out a long sigh, you place the sticky note next to the other one and changed into your clothes, as well as bringing your drink from the living room table to your room, placing it on the desk as you sat down.

you take out your pencilcase from your bag and brought out your fresh new black pen that you just bought at the school’s stationery store. the previous pen you had was full of ink till soyoung was dumb enough to drop it, spoiling the pen and was unable to be used again.

peeling off another yellow stick note from the stack at the edge of your desk, you were about to put your pen on paper when you realise you dont even know what to write. what do you say to this person you barely know about? you continuously tap the edge of the pen against your desk as you take a sip of your drink. you look over to the two sticky notes with the messages that the person has left. its funny how you have to think so hard just to write a short message.

hey again. i actually ended school early today. my name’s raven. but my friends call me ray. i honestly don’t know what to say to you. im still dumbfounded over the fact that you’re my soulmate and we’re here communicating over sticky notes. the world really does work in a strange way. if you dont mind, i guess i want to know how old you are and you’re education status?

you held out the sticky note in front of you and sigh in satisfaction. why? it’s because of your neat handwriting. it was always a trait of yours that you deeply appreciate. you place the sticky note on the wall and advert your attention to the other sticky notes, placing them on the wall beside the new one you have just written.

“will this drive me insane? i might end up with a whole wall of this.” you say to yourself, rubbing your face with your palm before going to your bed and laying down, wanting to have your evening nap.

“this is awesome!”

“no its scary.”

mark and his group of friends stared at the sticky note that has a message written with beautiful handwriting. mark flinched when he felt an arm on his shoulder, turning around to notice it was chenle’s. “when did you write your previous sticky note?” renjun suddenly asked. mark tilts his head as he tried to find an answer.

“less than an hour before you guys came i guess?” mark shrugs, standing up from his desk and taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside jaemin and haechan. “this raven girl is your soulmate then.” chenle walks towards mark and stands in front of him. mark nods slowly. the room grew silent again with everyone having the similar thoughts.

“you know what would be funny?” haechan smacks mark’s thigh, the sound making everyone turn their attention to mark and haechan. “what?” mark asked with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“why dont we prank her and say you’re a sugar daddy and live in a mansion?!” everyone gave yuta weird looks, making haechan laugh hysterically. “are you crazy? do you think i want to chase my soulmate away?” mark scolded haechan, smacking him hard on the chest, resulting in haechan’s back falling onto the bed.

“you’re always asking for a beating i swear.” renjun comments, walking towards haechan and balling his hand into a fist and acting as if he was about to attack. jaemin laughs to try and calm them down. “kids let’s not fight.” jaemin announced, looking over to jeno only to find him standing there watching quietly.

“go ahead, mark. you should write something. we cant keep her waiting.” jeno finally spoke up, grabbing the sticky notepad and a random pen from mark’s table and passing it over to him.

mark stared at the blank paper while the others were talking about what to have for dinner. it didn’t take him long to decide what to write. when mark starts writing and began to be in full concentration, everyone crowds around him to see what he’s writing.

sup raven! i wont call you ray since we aren’t friends yet. im still shocked. like the possibility of things like this being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen. but anyways, to answer you question, im a high schooler from dream high. im in my third year. its kind of awkward for me while im writing this since my friends are reading every word im taking down. i guess i should ask you the same question back then. hope to hear from you soon.

“will you guys stop being nosy?” mark groans, standing up and pasting the sticky note on his wall, along with the other sticky notes he received from you. “you didn’t have to say that we’re here.” haechan retorts. mark rolls his eyes. “jesus..” mark mutters under his breathe. “anyways, yall are paying for dinner since you guys bribed me to write back.” mark sticks his tongue out playfully and runs out to the living room. everyone follows suit.. except for jeno.

jeno slowly walks towards the wall and leans forward to get a closer look of the sticky notes, specifically the two others beside the new one that mark just wrote. “raven? why does that sound so familiar? the handwriting...” jeno brings his finger up and lightly hovers them over the uniquely written words. it looked like calligraphy, and retro looking. jeno felt as though he had seen it before somewhere, or knew someone who wrote like that.

jeno snapped out of his deep thoughts when jaemin called out to him, making him walk towards the door and glancing at the sticky notes once more before joining the others in the living room.

you were currently video calling your friends when you heard the crackling of a piece of paper. of course you knew what that meant. you peered down the the floor from your bed and reached your hand out to pick up the sticky note. “ray?” doyoung called out to you when he noticed your face wasnt on screen. you lay back down on the floor and brought your phone up to show your face.

“what was that sound earlier?” lucas asked, currently sounding hyper. “the mysterious mark sent me another sticky note.” you reply sarcastically, waving the sticky note to the camera to let everyone look at it. everyone nodded their heads at the some time, some letting out a long ‘ah’ as well. “read it out loud!” yuta shouted.

“the fuck no!” you shouted back. you stared at the sticky note, but didn’t bother to read it. you thought of doing that once you’re done video calling them.

“how was today for you guys?” you asked, wanting to know how they’re doing.

“its tiring! we had dance practice, then we have to do recordings for our new albums. we barely get any sleep.” ten whines, his tone filled with stress. you laugh loudly. it made everyone frown and pout. you sigh. “pursuing your NCT world domination is never easy.” you commented, highlighting the word ‘world domination’ with a change of tone.

everyone lets out a long sigh and started to complain one by one, making the whole video call chaotic for almost 10 minutes. you could only smile and shake your head.

after about an hour or so of talking about basically everything and catching up with each other, everyone decided that they should end the call here since it was beginning to get dark and they needed to start practice soon. you bid your goodbye to them once more and ended the call.

you now adverted your attention to the sticky note. reading the letter, you raise both eyebrows. “dream high? that’s not far from here..” you mumbled to yourself. you started to think about everything you know about dream high. you know it’s was about an hour’s journey from where you live. it wasnt really well known either. the overall vibe of the school was mediocre.

however, you felt like you were missing something. something about that school is somehow related to you. you just couldn’t think of an answer despite squeezing all thoughts that you have in your brain. you groan and stood up from your bed and to your desk, proceeding to wanting to write a reply to mark.

hey. sorry if you get this quite late. i was busy video calling my friends. to answer your question, im a third year as well from jookin high. i would ask for your number so we dont have to do this all the time but my friend would scold me saying “but you’re removing the fun out of it.” but anyways, mark aka my soulmate, tell me about yourself, to start off.

you stick the note onto the wall, looking at the row of messages you’ve had recieved so far. you found it weird how the first time you’ve sent the note and got a reply back, it was on the same sticky note, just different handwriting. but you had to write on a new sticky note to send a new message only to get the same sticky note with a different message in return.

you only see his answers lined up on your wall. you started to wonder how this mark guy looked like. is he good looking? what are his hobbies? his attitude towards school? you really wished you could just text him through instagram and not have to go through all this trouble. but that option would earn you a large smack on the back by soyoung and your really didn’t want that.

“do we really need to be here now? like now?!”soyoung whined, while pushing the cart and following behind you while you tossed some packets of frozen bacon. you stopped walking and turn around, nodding your head intensely. soyoung groans and took out her phone, proceeding to use it while still pushing the cart.

you walk around the supermarket, trying to find the ingredients listed on your notes in your phone. it was the weekends and you’re parents were going to be away for a business trip for a week so you thought of inviting soyoung over and making home cooked meals as a bonding session for you two.

after about 30 minutes of gathering the ingredients and having soyoung constantly screaming and fangirling over tiktok edits of jaehyun from NCT. one note: she has yet to know that you know them and that they’re your friends. you figured that it would be best to not let anyone know so as to avoid any situation that would put your friends in a tight spot, since well they’re idols, you were looking for one last item that you had trouble finding.

“soyoung help me! stop watching tiktoks!” you groan, snatching soyoung’s phone away and shoving it in her back pocket. soyoung rolls her eyes lazily and the two of you proceeded to scan the different isles and shelves, looking over every item.

while you were too concentrated looking at the bottom shelves, you felt that you have bumped into someone. you squat down, letting out a soft ‘ouch’ before standing up and looking to see who you bumped into.

“wait. jaemin?” you furrow your eyebrows as you tilt your head, pointing your finger at the guy in front of you. “raven!” you noticed that it was jaemin after all, and both your faces lit up and the same time, grinning widely at each other.

“uhhh..” soyoung says out loud, you and jaemin turn your heads to face soyoung who was behind you. “oh! this is jaemin. we used to be neighbourhood friends before he moved out 4 years ago.” you introduced jaemin to soyoung. jaemin nodded and gave her a bright smile. soyoung only shrugged her shoulders and took out her phone. you turn your attention back to jaemin.

“why are you even here? dont you live quite far?” you ask, your fingers interlocked behind your back. jaemin nods, running a hand through his hair.

“well yes. but we came here to find something that only this supermarket sells.” jaemin replied back, his warm smile never leaving his lips. you smile, reached your hand out to ruffle his hair, laughing softly afterwards. “we? who’re you with?” you stared at jaemin with eyes of suspicion. jaemin started pinching your cheeks, making you whine and begging him to let go.

“with my friend, ray chill. im still single.” jaemin pulled away and folded his arms, pouting. “im sure you’ll find one soon.” you reached out to ruffle his hair and give off a wide smile.

while you and jaemin were catching up and being in your own world, soyoung got too bored of watching the two of you and decided to walk around the supermarket, leaving the cart behind you.

just as she was looking at the drinks isle to get her favourite sweet drink, she sees someone picking up a bunch of bottles one by one and placing them back on the shelve. out of kindness, she decided to help, picking up a bottle and placing it on fhe shelve before looking up to face the guy, who had a straight face while looking at her.

“i was just trying to help. im soyoung.” soyoung smiled, reaching her hand out and waiting for thr guy to greet back. he looked at her but doesn’t respond, proceeding to pick up the last bottle that was seen on the floor. “im jeno.” jeno stands up and nods his head to greet soyoung. soyoung nods back, walking down the isle to grab her drink from the shelve. “have a nice day.” soyoung says before leaving the isle and disappearing out of jeno’s sight. he only shrugged in response and went to do his own thing.

“you met who?!” haechan asks as he takes a sip of his ice cold water. everyone had their heads turned to jaemin, who raised an eyebrow at everyone’s weird expression. “i met my old friend raven. what’s so shocking?” jaemin asks back casually, picking up a few pieces of fries and dipping it into the sauce before shoving it in his mouth.

“dude that’s the name of mark’s soulmate!” haechan screams, making everyone flinch due to the loud noise. “i highly doubt it. there’s plenty of girls in the world with the name raven.” jaemin protests with his mouth full and chugging down gulps of coca cola.

“i mean that’s true. jeno you were with jaemin, right? dont you suspect anything?” renjun starts to question jeno, who was silently playing with his phone. looking up at the others, he gulps.

“i didn’t know he met his friend. i was picking out drinks. i just met a girl named soyoung.” jeno shrugs, taking a bite of his burger. mark scratches the back of his head, now starting to think of the fact that jaemin might have met his soulmate. though he also thought about how that could not be totally possible.

“nah i dont think its her. like really ‘raven’ could be anyone.” mark says, siding with jaemin. haechan tilts his head in awe. “jaemin do you know what school she’s going to?” jaemin only shakes his head.

“i lost all contact with her when i left her neighbourhood. plus we were young. i barely knew her honestly.” the living room falls silent, everyone trying to think of a conclusion to this.

chenle groans, standing up from his seat and slamming his hands on the table, gathering everyone’s attention as their heads shot up. “instead of pondering as if yall are solving some crime, why dont mark just ask her through the sticky note god dammit?” chenle pinches the bridge of his nose.

everyone’s mouths gape open as the room was suddenly filled with ‘ah’s all over. chenle shakes his head. everyone was now looking intensively at mark. mark furrows his eyebrows. “okay guys hold up ill grab the stick note.” mark stands up and takes one bite of his burger before going into his room for awhile and coming out with a sticky note and a pen.

jaemin noticed jeno being silent the whole way. and althought thats normal since its jeno’s nature and personality to not be so outspoken like the others, jaemin could sense that jeno was off and seem to be in deep thoughts.

and jaemin was right. jeno couldnt stop thinking about jaemin’s encounter with ‘raven’. the name sounded so familiar. he tried to recall every girl he has came into contact with during his life. why did he feel like the name was tied to the handwriting he saw on the sticky notes?

“jeno.” jaemin nudged him in the shoulder. jeno mumbled a soft ‘oh’ before turning his attention to mark just like the others. “she didn’t send me a reply after my last one though.” mark says, looking up.

“its fine. she probably didn’t see it. just write already.” chenle says in anticipation. mark shakes his head. “calm the heck down its not like we can get an answer immediately.” mark rolls his eyes and began to write.

hey raven. um i know this may sound weird. but have you gone to a supermarket and met a guy names jaemin? im not a stalker i swear. its just that he’s my friend and apparently you know him. though i dont think that such a coincidence and come by just like that. hope you hear from you soon.

jeno stared at the sticky note that mark proceeded to place at a random wall of the living room while everyone continued to eat and chat. his thoughts finally linked and a imaginary lightbulb appeared on above his head when he finally realises why he was so drawn to mark’s soulmate.

you were focused on wanting to solve a math question when the sticky note above your desk’s wall had fallen in front of you, revealing a new message. you place your pen down and let out a sigh, remembering that you hsve forgotten to write a reply and that mark probably sent you another one.

you tied your hair in a messy low bun before picking up the sticky note to get a closer view. you blink your eyes rapidly as your eyes furrow in awe. what the note said really shocked you and made you freeze in your spot. jaemin is friends with your soulmate? there’s no way.

you sat there for awhile as you constantly read over the words, still in shock with your moutb hanging open. you just couldn’t believe it. was it really what it seemed to be? another thought came to your mind as well. the thought of just who is this friend of jaemin’s? could it be mark? was your soulmate literally in the same place as you yet you never knew?

you grab a fresh new piece of sticky note and proceeded to write a reply after staring at it for so long and thought that it was finally time that you do something.

okay what you wrote really was weird. jaemin’s my old neighbourhood friend. its such a coincidence how you know him. i guess the connections are there. so haha yeah. damn. im very mind blown right now.

you take a look at your handwriting again, smiling to yourself. “i really do love my handwriting.” you mumble under your breath. you stuck the sticky note on the wall and resumed doing your homework, hoping that mark would reply soon.

while the boys were immersed in the horror movie they were watching on friday night, everyone turned their heads to each other when they heard the noise of a piece of paper falling onto the floor. in unison, everyone turned their head to where the noise came from and seeing the sticky note that fell.

jisung grabs the controller and pauses the movie. “we’re watching a scary movie and creepy stuff like that happens?!” jisung asks, stuttering out of complete fear.

mark decided to be the brave one after seeing everyone’s terrified face and stands up to pick up the sticky note, going back to take his seat on the couch soon after. “d-does that always happen?” mark shrugs. “well duh. that’s how i know she sent a reply. it wouldn’t be this scary if we weren’t watching a horror movie.”

everyone’s heads once again gather around mark as he read the note out loud. everyone gapes their mouth open, some covered their mouths while jeno could only stare at it in disbelief. “i guess we’ve confirmed its her.” mark breathes out, placing the sticky note on the table.

jeno reaches out to grab the sticky note to have a look. the unique handwriting that he suspected would belong to you really was yours. out of anger, he tears the sticky notes into two. everyone had their eyes widened at jeno’s sudden shocking action. mark snatches the now torn note back, looking down at them before facing jeno.

“what the heck was that for?!”

“dont talk to her anymore. she’s trouble.”

everyone lets out a sigh in unison except for mark, looking at everyone’s weird reaction. “what do you mean trouble? and why does it look like you all know something except me?” mark furrows his eyes as everyone exchanged glances continuously for a moment.

“she’s just not someone you should be with. that’s all.” jeno stands up and walks to his room, slamming the door shut and produring a piercing noise. the room was silent for awhile until mark speaks up.

“what am i missing here you guys?”

no one replies.

“we’ve been friends for a year and you guys are all keeping secrets for me?” mark scoffs in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“we arent in the position to tell you. its jeno.” jaemin murmurs under his breath, looking down on the ground just like the others.

marks keeps silent and stands up from the couch, the palm the torn note was in is balled into a fist as he goes into his room as well.

haechan sighs. “jeno has to tell the truth. he’s been holding onto that grudge almost forever now.”

everyone nods their heads in agreement. “if not, he’s going to live in despair now that he knows she’s his best friend’s soulmate..” jisung adds on.

everyone could only silently hope that things could go well.

after that day you’ve sent a reply, you havent heard from mark since. you dont know why. due to your lack of information on him, it felt as if he disappeared into thin air. although only a week has past by, you felt concerned and somewhat worried for him. did something happen to him? what made him cut off his connection with you? its not like you did anything wrong.

out of pure desperation, you decided to skip school today. youve never skipped school before, and you felt so rebellious and bad. why did you do this? so you could go to dream high and meet mark in person. youve had enough of the sticky notes. you just wanted to see how he was like in real life, not having to think about it through notes.

with a little help from jaemin by texting him on instagram, you knew that mark’s class should be ending by 4pm, and you were there at 3:50 in the canteen where jaemin told you to wait. funny how the security guard lets a student from another school come in with a pass or anything.

you slowly start seeing groups of students going down the flight of stairs that lead to the canteen which had a path leading to the front gates. some eyes glanced at you as they notice someone who doesnt belong at their school, you couldnt care less though. your thoughts were only filled with mark. how he looked like, how he would carry himself. your anticipation was the only thing you felt.

you wore your headphones yet you could suddenly hear a lot of squealing and shouting. you look up, turning you attention to the stairs. a large group of girls crowding around another group of people, who you assumed to be guys. you scoffed, thinking about how there’s always that one group of good looking guys all girls seem to go crazy for. you watch as the group of guys push through the large crowd.

once you got a closer look, you tilt your head to the side. you slowly bring your headphone down from your ears and let them rest on your neck, getting intrigued by how the girls were getting so crazy, even more crazy than the ones from your school.

“its mark! he’s so cute!”

you widen your eyes as you heard the word ‘mark’. you stood up from your seat, peering your head up to find which one is the girl referring to. you only see two guys walking. one smiling sheepishly while the other kept a straight and cold face. just which one is mark?

suddenly, you felt an arm grabbing yours and pulling you back. you jump out of fear and turn around noticing it was jaemin. you calmed your breathing as you look at jaemin.

“meet mark under the block nearby. its too hectic here for you to talk to him.”

jaemin dragged you out of the school grounds and to a secluded block where only a few students where walking past and left you there. you were lost in confusion but decided to trust whatever jaemin was doing, sitting down at a random bench.

“jaemin told us to meet him here where is-”

“raven.”

“what?”

you immediately stood in front of the two guys you saw at the canteen as you notice a familiar face. you werent able to get a clear look at them before, but now you realise that you knew one of them. “jeno..” you look at a different direction a you tried avoiding his gaze, though you knew you couldnt, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

mark looks at the both of you, utterly confused as his attention shifts from you to jeno constantly. “this raven?” mark points at you, tilting his head. you nod slowly as your turn your head to face mark. you observed his body up and down. he was good looking, just like jeno.. yet his aura told you that he was way more outgoing and open than jeno.

“you look...”

everyone was silent.

you gulp in nervousness. “im busy. bye mark.” before jeno could go, mark pulled on his arm to bring him back to stand beside him, earning a glare from jeno. the one you could never forget. “stay. i know something happened. you were always quiet whenever we talked about this girl. and i also know you all kept something from me.”

you slowly turned to jeno. you could he was annoyed whenever he looked at you. you felt it through his eyes, and it was terrifying. jeno took a deep breath in, folding his arms and placing his weight on one leg.

“if you remember clearly, chenle told you that before we became friends with you, we had a fight and didnt talk to each other for a long time. we didnt tell you this, but it was her who caused it. she brought chaos into our group. everyone forgotten about it clearly, but i cant. after what she did.. i cant forgive her.”

you opened your mouth, wanting to reply but your words were somehow stuck in your throat. you didnt exactly know what to say or do in this awkward situation.

“it.. it was a long time ago jeno, please. my feelings for you were real, even if we werent meant to be. i dont know how many times you need me to say sorry.” you pleaded, biting your lip as you waited for jeno’s reaction.

jeno sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he lets out a huff of rustration. “then why did you leave? you left me stranded, and because of you, i almost left my friends becaused i lived in agony since i missed you so much. i almost pushed everyone away.” you shivered as jeno’s voice started to raise.

you also glanced at mark, who still kept his confused expression on his face. through his gaze never left you as you felt his eyes scanning you body up and down.

“you two used date?” mark asks. you nod in reply.

“we were kids. we didnt know about all this soulmate stuff. but now..”

“you know what? be together. im not going to leave my friends just because of my pent up grudge and feelings. i cant control fate either.”

years had now past since you met mark. it really was fate. the two of you became close in no time and now.. you were fianally married. you couldnt be more happy to be with mark. who you were destined to be really was made for you, and you only. and to think this all escalated due to a note you sent out in pure curiosity.

you still remember what happened with jeno after that day, despite the lack of interaction between you two, jeno was open enough to accept you as his friend again. you are now living a happy life with mark, and always being able to hang out with his group of friends. today was no different.

“haechan get the chilli sauce!” you hear mark shout as you smile widely, feeling his arm snaking around your waist to pull you close. having a barbeque was a great idea to celebrate jisung’s birthday.

you soon see haechan with the bottle of chilli sause, placing it on the table where everyone gathered around the table which had jisung’s birthday cake. “before we do anything with the cake, let me announce my wish.” jisung announces proudly. you raise an eyebrow. “you cant say you birthday wish out loud!” you scolded jisung, but everyone laughs.

“his wish is something we all know.” jeno says, winking playfully at you. you tilt your head in confusion when you suddenly feel mark’s arm leaving you waist. you look over to mark who was shoving his hand into his pocket as if to find something.

you were completely clueless when mark nods towards jisung, to show some kind of signal. “i wish for mark and raven to get married!” jisung shouts.

you gaped your mouth open in shock when mark pulls out a small box, opening it in front of you to show a ring. you cover your mouth in disbelief. “did you guys really-”

“please marry me, raven. my sticky note soulmate.” you hear everyone clapping s a tear of happiness drips from your cheek. you quickly wipe it away as you heard the nickname that mark gave you. “we wouldnt normally do this but it was jeno that suggested this.”

you look over to jeno who had a soft smile on his face as he nod his head. looking back at mark, you grin widely as more tears started flowing out. “of course ill marry you, you dork.”

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Little One Prompt 41 with Kacchako plz!

I knew what I wanted to do with this one almost immediately!!! Also, a bit more of a Bakugo-centric fic but I think it’s still a fun little read!

Also, mentioned of KiriMina in this because that ship is super cute and I wanted to.

It was all Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes’ fault, as far as he was concerned.

He’d come home from a hard day of patrolling to find the two settled in the living room with Ochako, the two women sipping on tea and chatting animatedly while Eijirou was stretched out on the ground playing with the kids, Yoichi and Tsubaki. He scowled as his wife’s attention remained on something the other woman was showing her, releasing these excitedly little coos, instead of at least acknowledging that he was home. Suddenly, a little blonde head snapped over and an excited shout of “Dada here!” filled the room. In a matter of seconds, his two-year-old daughter had darted to him, jumping from foot to foot in front of him with her little arms held up expectantly.

Despite being tired, he leaned down and picked her up. His kid was the cutest little shit in the world so who was he to deny her?

Ochako lifted her head and grinned at him brightly. “Oh, Katsuki! Come here, come here!” she said eagerly, motioning him over. He huffed slightly as he approached, carefully adjusting Tsubaki in his arms as the tot squirmed to snuggle up against him. Mina preened up at him as she turned her phone to face him, revealing what they’d been fawning over. He came face to face with a picture of little Yoichi, dressed to the nines, in a dark red shirt and little black vest. Paired with it, was a very loud and off-putting neon pink leopard printed tie and his black hair was slicked back with a headband to match it. He was all smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, and his little black and yellow eyes were gleaming excitedly.

“Doesn’t he look adorable?” Mina crooned giddily.

Katsuki had some opinions about the outfit, but opted to keep them to himself, because he had promised to try being nicer since Tsubaki was born. "Huh, it's… interesting," he trailed instead, adjusting his daughter so she was more comfortably perched in his arms.

"I can't wait to see what you two decide on putting like Baki-Boots in!" she cooed.

"Don't call my daughter by that nickname! It sounds stupid!" he barked out, eyes narrowing before he looked down at the sound of a little giggle. Big brown puppy dog eyes stared back up at him, so full of excitement and glee just over him being there. He forced himself to relax a bit, flashing her a small smile, before looking back up at his wife and friend. "And what's that mean?"

Ochako frowned slightly. "Katsuki, we talked about this in the group chat the other day! Don't you remember?" she asked. Oh, yeah, he forgot about that thing since he'd muted it. A couple weeks back, Dunce Face had spammed the chat with pictures of his kid while Tsubaki was trying to nap. The constant chime of his phone had woken her up and sent her into an absolute fit, so he’d muted the whole chat. Seeming to read his blank expression for what it was, she let out a small sigh and shook her head.

"Since the class reunion is going to be held at a fancy resort hotel in a few weeks, we all decided to go all out. And, since we're all bringing our kids and we already know the press is gonna be swarming the place, we're gonna dress them up in our colors!" Mina explained happily, bouncing a bit in his seat.

He stared for a moment, the conversation briefly popping back up in his head. He remembered Ochako telling him they'd be doing formal attire for the event - and remembered thinking that was really fucking stupid, since it wasn't like he had anything to prove to these nimrods - as well as her excitement at getting to find something for Tsubaki to wear. "Oh, that," he said simply before turning to head to the kitchen. On his way, he swiped a flowery purple sippy cup off the floor.

"You could put a little bit of enthusiasm into it, you know!" Mina called after him, sounding slightly offended.

He shrugged as he set Tsubaki down on the counter and opened the fridge door. "She had water in the sippy cup before, so you can keep using that one if you want to give her something else," Ochako called out to him. He called back a thanks while their daughter kicked her little feet happily as she waited. He pulled a water bottle out for himself, then poured some milk into her sippy cup.

Kirishima wandered in, Yoichi in his arms and a Crimson Riot themed sippy cup in one hand. "Mind if I get some of that for the little man here?" he asked with a huge grin.

"Knock yourself out," he said, setting the carton of milk down just out of Tsubaki's reach and screwing the lid back on to hers.

Her eyes lit up as she took it from him. "Tanks, Dada!" she squeaked before eagerly taking a huge swig.

Bakugo let out an amused snort as he opened his water bottle and took a sip of his own. He side-eyed the other man as he filled his own kid's cup and handed it over, both kids plopped on the counter and sipping their drinks happily. "So, whose bright idea was the matching outfit thing?" he asked.

The other grinned wide. "Yaomomo suggested it! Honestly, though, I'm kinda pumped for it!" he said excitedly. Katsuki didn't bother prompting what for since he knew the other well enough to know he'd say it anyway. "I mean, me and Yoi are going to be dressed identically, since I found a matching headband in my size. And Mina's gonna have a dress that matches the headbands, but also found some red ribbon and heels to go with her outfit! How awesome is that? We're all gonna be representing!" he beamed.

Katsuki's eyes hurt just thinking about what a loud amalgamation of mismatching colors and patterns their family was going to make for. "It'll certainly be something," he said mildly. That was a nice way to imply they'd look fucking ridiculous, right?

"Aw, thanks, dude!" Apparently he'd been too nice, or maybe Shitty Hair was just choosing to ignore the implication of his words. The other grinned at the two tots babbling at each other. "Any ideas what colors you two are gonna put Tsubaki in?"

He shrugged before reaching to pick her up, the other man following suit. "I really don't care. I mean, you can see her. She'll look adorable in whatever the heck we put her in," he scoffed. The two headed back to the front room, settling on the couch and watching the toddlers as they scooped some of their toys up to scamper around and play excitedly. They chatted mostly about workout sessions and on-the -job bullshit.

The visit, though, was the catalyst for the next three weeks of frustration.

Ochako decided to go with pink and orange for the colors on her outfit. On her days off - and even on a handful of his own - they started on the hunt to find a dress for Tsubaki. They'd found a few dresses that were close to what they were looking for, but they were never in her size. And the dresses that were in her size were never in the right colors. They’d tried going to department stores as well as actual boutiques. At the boutiques, they’d anticipated having to pay a bit more for customization, but the boutiques wouldn’t even consider taking the job in the first place. The Hero's Gala was slated for a few weeks after the class reunion, so all alteration appointments were booked solid.

Katsuki had seen how each rejection had hurt his wife. Even if he didn’t really get why it was such a big deal that they get a specific dress for Tsubaki, he could tell it meant a lot to her. “Maybe we can find something in just one of the colors, then?” she relented sadly, two weeks before the reunion. She had another store’s inventory pulled up on her phone, browsing through it while Tsubaki dozed off in her arms, little head slumped against her shoulder.

He scowled before walking over. “Was there any specific dress that you liked?” he asked while peering over the edge of her phone screen. She had another webpage pulled up, shifting though, before perking up. She scrolled down and selected one, holding it up to show him. He nodded. “Send me the link. I’ll get it figured out.”

“But this one’s out of stock in every color,” she said worriedly. Against her shoulder, their daughter whined and shifted, rubbing her little face against her before going slack again.

He settled down in the seat beside her on the couch before holding his hand out for her phone. “Like I said, I’ll figure it out. Just trust me,” he said evenly. He sent himself the link and then handed her phone back over to her. While she went and tucked Tsubaki into her crib, he sent out an email to see about setting up an appointment.

Which was how he ended up sitting in a lobby of a grand building a few days later, his daughter settled in his lap, with his phone pulled up to some animated video for babies to keep her calm. He hadn’t wanted to have to come when they did, as it cut close to her usual naptime, but it was the only time that he could get the favor applied to. She squirmed in his lap and let out a small huff, pressing one hand to his phone and pushing it away.

He scrambled to keep a grip on it, nearly fumbling it to the floor, then glared down at her. She had her arms crossed over her chest, pout complete with closed eyes in place, and turned her head to the side. “‘Ey! Who do you think you are?” he growled lowly.

She said nothing in response. Instead, she merely released another little harrump and turned her head in the other direction, little blonde pigtails bouncing with the force she did it with. He snorted a bit at the sheer audacity of this small child. He wasn’t sure where she got this level of sass from or how she managed to keep it contained inside given how small she was.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re just a lil’ brat, aren’t ya’?” he scoffed, turning off the video and stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

That seemed to set Tsubaki off as she whipped around to face him, standing with her little feet on his thighs and her hands gripping at the lapels of his jacket, hoisting herself upright so that she could look him right in the eye. “I no brat! I cute!” she declared.

He smirked at that. “Yeah, you are cute. A very cute little brat,” he drawled.

Her cheeks puffed out and flushed, looking so much like her mother whenever Katsuki teased her. “Oh, no way, Dada!” she declared back.

He threw his head back and laughed before reaching out to pull her close against him and start tickling her. “Oh, really? Do you know who you’re talking back to right now?”

She squealed and shrieked in delight. “No, Dada!” she giggled, little hands slapping at his wrists to try and make him stop.

“My, you really have grown up, haven’t you?” a new voice mused, causing him to stop and his head to snap up. He hadn’t even heard the damned door open, which was embarassing. He was supposed to be a fucking Pro Hero! He shouldn’t be getting distracted like that! "Sorry if I interrupted the conversation you two were having. I take it this is your child?"

He stood up, adjusting Tsubaki in his arms to face the older man standing a few feet from him. Even with the splotches of grey in the other's blonde hair, those green eyes were still hyper-focused on him with an acuteness that made him feel like he was being seen through. Even all these years later and settling comfortably into retired life, that same strict and authoritative aura seemed to roll off of him. If not for the weight of his daughter settled on his hip, he might mistake himself for being 15 years old and preparing for his first internship again. "Yeah, this is Tsubaki," he said, lightly bouncing her.

At being addressed, she looked from the old man to her father, before ducking her head into Katsuki’s shoulder shyly. That earned an amused smile from Jeanist. “Ah, she becomes so bashful all of a sudden,” he mused lightly.

“She’s a bit shy when it comes to new faces,” Katsuki said, flashing a small, reassuring smile at her. She peeked up at him briefly before nuzzling back down against him. He reached up and gently stroked her back before clearing his throat. “Anyway, let’s get this going. She’s got a nap to take and she gets really feisty if she gets kept up to late.”

Best Jeanist hummed and nodded, pushing open the door behind him and allowing them back. “Of course. My own children tended to get rather unruly if they were not allowed their rest at that age,” he commented. Once Bakugo was past him, he started leading him down a long corridor to a room at the end of it. “Now, this shouldn’t be a terribly long appointment. I had the chance to look over the dress in the link you sent. I will not recreate that dress perfectly, but will instead use it as a reference for what style you are looking to put your daughter in. Are there any specific other details or specifications you’ll be needing?” he asked as he opened the door and allowed Katsuki inside.

“As long as it’s the same style as the one I sent, and it’s got a pink and orange color scheme going, it should be fine. I trust you aren’t going to put my kid in something gaudy,” he scoffed. Inside the room was a small platform, a lounging couch, Jeanist’s desk, and shelves covered in various fabrics.

“Something gaudy?” he asked with a raised brow, heading over to his desk and rummaging through a drawer.

“Some morons I know are putting themselves and their kid in bright red and pink leopard print,” he said flatly.

Jeanist paused in his search to blink slowly. “That’s certainly… unique,” he trailed hesitantly as he finished pulling out the items he was looking for. He walked over with some measuring tape and a clipboard. “Now, if you can just get her to stand still long enough for me to get her measurements, this shouldn’t take too long.”

In the end, Tsubaki only ended up wandering away while trying to get her measurements taken three times. Once that was done, Jeanist drafted up a rough draft design of what he had in mind, they discussed accessories, finalized fabric and color choices, and Katsuki was out with a relatively composed toddler in his arms. Once they got home and she was settled down for her nap, he called Ochako to let her know he had gotten the dress situation figured out and it would be ready for pick up the afternoon of the event. Ochako had been stunned but tickled pink, excitedly gushing to him about how great he was.

And if that put an extra pep in his step leading up to the event? Well, that was his fucking business and no one else’s.

He had to be careful in how he proceeded that day, wanting to keep the whole ensemble a surprise from his wife. He’d taken an earlier shift so he could get off in time to pick the dress up himself and then pick Tsubaki up from the Uraraka’s. When he got home, he took a nap with her but made sure to get up in time to be alert and awake before Ochako got home. He was just finishing up in the bath when she got home.

“Oh! Look at you two, getting all nice and clean!” she giggled, reaching out to lightly pinch their daughter’s cheeks from where she sat on the counter as Katsuki toweled down her hair.

The little girl perked up and beamed at her mother. “Mama here!” she squeaked excitedly. She then looked at her father, bouncing in her seat. “Dada, Mama here!”

He snorted at her. “Yeah, Mama here. Now sit still,” he said lightly, setting aside the towel he’d been using on her hair to bundle her back up in her towel. “Can you hold her while I get dressed really fast? I’ll take her and get her ready so you can take the chance to get yourself put together.”

“Of course! But, I wouldn’t mind getting her dressed for you real fast,” she offered, scooping her up off the counter and leaning down to press kisses to her cheeks. Tsubaki squealed and giggled at the attention, little hands curling into her cotton t-shirt. He watched them from the corner of his eye as he moved past them to the bedroom, unable to resist a small smile. Ochako was just a few steps behind him as she started to get himself put together. “I’m dying to see what her dress looks like! I still can’t believe you managed to find it!” she said excitedly.

“I want you to see her once she’s all put together. Get the full effect,” he chuckled as he buttoned up his slacks. She pouted at him before he offered a small smirk, leaning over to gently rest his forehead against hers. “I can tell you that you’re going to love it, though.”

“Now you’re just making me want to see it more!” she whined, puffing up her cheeks at him. He laughed lightly as she fluttered her lashes at him. “Please, Katsuki? Just a little peek?”

“You can have all the peeks you want once she’s all decked out,” he hummed, stepping back to finish getting himself dressed. He made sure to be quick to keep her from sneaking a peek. As he finished getting his shirt and vest on, she headed to Tsubaki’s room to at least get her in a diaper for her. When he headed back out, she had their daughter in a diaper and was working on brushing her little teeth. This was no easy feat, since she had a bad tendency to try and lick the toothpaste off the brush. Once she was done, she handed her back over to him and headed off to take a shower of her own.

He set Tsubaki back on her changing table before heading over to her closet, pulling out the hanging garment bag and heading back over to the table. He got her in her little stockings first before opening the garment bag and pulling the items out. Getting her in the dress itself was easy enough, but then it was getting her to stand still so he could loop the decorative belt around her waist. The promise of Baby Shark was enough to get her to stand still and let him get that, as well as the gloves, on her. Next, he put her in the little mary janes he’d gotten her and settled her in his lap in the rocking chair. He put on the promised toddler video and set to combing through her hair, being mindful of combing through the little tangles and knots. Having her hair pulled too hard was one of the few things that could trigger her into an absolutely ferocious temper tantrum.

Just as he finished getting her hair all finished and her headband put into place, Ochako appeared in the doorway. “How are things going in-! Oh!” she gasped, eyes wide with delight as he set Tsubaki down.

The little tot immediately surged forward, giving a little twirl. “I cute Mama?” she asked happily. In the end, he and Jeanist had agreed that softer colors would be a good choice for Tsubaki. The dress itself was a peach color, as it would give the orange tint they were looking for without being too loud, with sleeves that only covered her shoulders and a skirt that reached to her knees. The skirt portion itself was poofy with several tiers of a transparent lace overlay with a flower embroidery along the very edges. Around her waist was a pastel pink belt that cinched into a bow at her left hip with four little pearl beads sewn along the edges of the little bow portion. The last two items to complete the look was a pair of opera gloves and a little headband with a camellia flower on it, both items in the same hue as the belt. He had settled the headband so that the flower would be on the right side of her head as a nice little compliment to the bow being on the left.

Ochako walked in and scooped her up, eyes glossy with happy tears. “Oh, you look absolutely adorable, sweetie!” she crooned, voice cracking a bit as she tried to keep the tears at bay. He blinked and tilted his head a bit, suddenly understanding why the dress had been so important to her, as he watched she and Tsubaki. His heart swelled at seeing the two of them in the light orange and pink hued dresses they were sporting, the colors popping on Tsubaki and seeming to highlight the parts of her that she had inherited. It wasn’t about the colors, he realized, but showing the world that they were family, that they all belonged to one another. She looked up at him, eyes still watery. “This is amazing, Katsuki.”

“Well, I called in a favor. Had to make sure we stepped out and showed up all those losers we went to school with,” he scoffed, walking over and adjusting the necklace she was wearing so the hook wasn’t visible. It was a simple heart made with pink diamonds that he’d gotten her for their first wedding anniversary. “And stiffen up that lower lip and keep the waterworks from starting. You’re gonna smear your make-up if you don’t.”

#crumbles grumbles #KacChako #my fics #Bakugo would be an incredibly Soft Dad #Still prickly to everyone else but that man will *melt* for his children and partner #You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands

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touchmycoat · 5 years

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you said hot doctors au with marco/sabo/law and talked about how Marco wouldn't fit the usual medical kink role because he isn't the type to have a god complex and all i immediately thought about the delicious contrast between marco and law (who i definitely see having a god complex). sharing my thoughts with you to thank you for driving me crazy :)

you’re welcome i have way too much on my writing docket to make this happen properly rn argh but yes?? hello??? this is it??

God Complex vs. Martyr Complex. Like, the things that they get off on the most are just on the opposite sides of the spectrum. For now, I’m entertaining the idea that they really just can’t turn their respective Things on for one another. Like, sure, a man who will happily take his knife? Sign Law the fuck up! …Except this was Marco, a colleague whom Law actually does respect ‘cause competence is great, and just on the basis of that Law has a hard time indulging that sort of scene. And on the flip side, someone who should happily cut him down and open? Marco’s all about that. Except same problem. Unless they find something genuinely spicy about each other, they’re p much just amiable colleagues who are eyes emoji at one another sometimes but no catalyst.

…And then enter catalyst. Sabo has, y’know, all sorts of potential ways to connect with Marco (take your pick; it’s 8AM i’m not ready to be sad about Ace yet). So maybe Sabo used to be a patient, a long time ago. They got along great (if a patient cracking open Marco’s bedside manners to reveal the darkest banter underneath could be called great), but obviously Sabo peaced out. Years later, maybe they meet at a bar, reconnected (because Marco never forgets a patient and Sabo’s pleasantly surprised to have not been forgotten).

So they start dating. But uh oh, one potential snafu, and Sabo has to go in for some sort of specialized check-up. I haven’t thought about medical specialties yet, but anyways, Sabo has to see Law. They get along great as well (their bitching match), and Law has everything pinging everywhere except obviously this is a patient. Oh and that’s definitely Dr. Marco strolling in looking embarrassed about Sabo’s PDA—the PDA that was most definitely put on for Law’s benefit, but not in a “back off I have a man” way, more in a “look what I can do, look what we can do” way that got Law all considering…

(Both Sabo & Marco are poly so we’re just havin’ fun. Put in some lag in communication though for optional angst.)

But Sabo can flirt all he wants; as long as he’s a patient it’s never going to happen. However, Law can certainly turn all his, hm, curiosity onto Marco. Turns from more-or-less polite “oh i’m sorry about that” “don’t worry about it it’s fine,” to, “dating an ex-patient hm? that’s interesting,” to, “so do you like it when your boyfriend flirts with other doctors or is that just for him?” Maybe not in the same conversation, but Law’s sensed that blood in the water now. He’s seen the way Sabo could get under Marco’s skin and, call it what you want (a god complex isn’t off the mark) but Law kind of wants to try his hand at it too.

As for Marco… That moment of possibility between him and Law can only spark if he lets it, right? He can certainly go cold and proper, tell Law all those comments are perfectly unprofessional, and they’re not things that truly bother him so Law can fuck off. But. But. There was something in Law’s examination room that day, a specific frequency that Law and Sabo fell into, that really piqued Marco’s interests. Sabo loves teasing and chipping and digging his fingers into cracks until everything came apart, and Law was ready to let Sabo open him up but in a way that dared Sabo to fucking find out what’s underneath. And there’s always been something in Law’s manners, the cool clip of his tone, that Marco hardcore respected in a surgeon (okay Law’s a surgeon) and knew Sabo would be all about…

So Marco doesn’t shut it down. Instead, he… suggests. It wasn’t my idea yoi, but to use his words, ‘once you get naked under a man’s cold stethoscope you never go back’ and, Flirting? Sabo? Well he does like to provoke. Don’t mind it too much hm? He’s just like that.

Which all, of course, just get Law more fired up; he’s tantalized, he’s challenged… Finally, whatever Sabo went into the hospital for is all cleared up, nothing’s serious, they can get the show on the road. I’m thinking there’s an international conference or something, and Marco brings Sabo. They’re all outside their regular space, and the possibilities seem endless. Law is lying in wait at the lobby bar, just kicked back and chilling with a drink. Sees Marco & Sabo come through from some romantic dinner or some shit, and gives them a look. Sabo looks smug and goes for the elevator. Marco smirks too, and beckons Law over with a nod of his head.

The things Marco & Law do can be very similar on the surface, but they have wildly different motivations. Sabo learns as much that night. He’s used to having to egg Marco on, pinch and pull for a while until he can finally get Marco to snap—but Marco’s ultimately about service. The way he snaps is still utterly wrapped in “ah, alright, so this is what I can do for you.” And that’s fucking lovely! Sabo doesn’t want gentle by any stretch of the imagination, but he could take… tender. He could take the aftercare, he could take the way Marco had to heavily research things to do to Sabo. Sabo even appreciates it. Like, that’s love, baby.

But Law. Motherfucking Law is the truest sadist Sabo’s ever got to encounter. It’s thrilling, all the shit he can think up to incite, at first, discomfort. This position or, hold it there and keep still and, if you mess this up we’ll have to start over, won’t we. Law’s demand of perfect performance and all the tests designed for Sabo to fail. Sabo fucking loves it, loves all the cards being stacked against him like that and just made to work but getting continually put in his place by a continually unimpressed Law and—

Marco loves it too. He puts on a damn good show for Sabo but it’s also great to see Sabo having the time of his life here. And then—so Sabo can brat it up at Marco all he wants, and Marco will respond with varying degrees of indulgence. But the moment Law baits him? That’s a challenge. That’s Law trying to take total control of the scene and Marco knew better than to let him. Watch that initial respect for another doctor transmute into disdain (for this scene); what kind of god does Law think he is, Marco’s perfectly competent, has been perfectly competent at pleasing Sabo and now Law thinks he can just saunter in and—?

Not so above it all, are you? Law says as they just, double-team Sabo I guess. Law’s sadism is all sharp stings, but Marco’s caresses are a different kind of sadistic, at least for Sabo, who hates gentle, who grits his teeth and grins at pain but really might cry at gentle.

(and that’s for other hot doctors!AU anon, brb…..)

#anon #this is so gaaaaahh #i'm glad hot doctors AU piquing everybody's interests #marco #sabo #trafalgar law #rated m under cut #i also love thinking about how marco can't indulge a medical kink while law 100% can #yeah for sure he'll play the unscrupulous doctor #he'll tell you to bend over and spread and clinically work you open 'til you cry #ahem anyways

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thescribblesofaquill · 7 years

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Day three - Marco (one piece)

Day 3 – Marco

Well, you had to admit, Thatch was one hell of a guy. Seriously, no-one knew how he pulled it off, but somehow, he had. In some magical way, he’d managed to get a crew of 1600 people to do a secret Santa. And not only had he personally managed to convince every single member of said crew, he’s also made sure everyone would have a decent idea on what to buy for the person they hat to get a present for. Seriously, how??

Such were the thoughts running through your head as you walked through the Christmas market, having already bought the present for your crewmate and friend Kozu. He was in the first division with you, and it had been easy to find the perfect thing. He adored music, so you’d gotten him a music box that played Bink’s Sake. Easy, no? God, Thatch really knew his stuff.

Unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the Christmas market, a different crewmate of yours had the exact opposite thoughts.

Marco had just about been ready to strangle Thatch as he’d given him the name of the crewmate he was to buy a present for, aka you, and his mood had not improved in the slightest. Thatch was one of the very few who knew about his feelings for you, and this was not helping! The only others who knew were his captain, who knew everything going on in the crew, and Izo, who claimed he had a nose for such things. (Marco daily counted his lucky stars that Ace hadn’t found out yet. He’d never hear the end of it.) Thatch had deliberately given him your name with that shit eating grin of his, claiming that ‘it was the perfect way to make everything fit and let everyone find a gift for someone they knew well enough’. As if. Marco had been quick to reply that if he was so good at sorting everything out, it shouldn’t be such a problem getting his paperwork done. With that the commander had paled and had quickly left the room. That didn’t change a thing about Marco’s predicament however, so here he was, desperately meticulously looking for the right gift.

The only two things he could think of were sea shells and jewellery, but both options were quickly wiped off the table. The first one was personal; you loved everything about the sea, hence why you refused to eat a devil fruit, and as such you collected sea shells. However, you’d once explained to him that you preferred finding them yourself, because otherwise ‘it wouldn’t count’. So there went that idea. The second was not an option because you didn’t like all too flashy things, and though diamonds were beautiful, they were god damn expensive. Not that he wasn’t willing to spend the money on you, he very much was, but he also knew you’d more likely be embarrassed if he bought you such a thing. Besides, the wanted to buy you something special, and to him jewellery felt like a go-to option when not done right. If he was going to buy you a necklace, it would have to be special. And beautiful though they were, special they were not.

That was, until he saw that one piece (pun unintended) lying on the corner of the table of the stall he was visiting.

(ﾉ>ω<)ﾉ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:♪･ﾟ’☆

It was finally Christmas, and all around the ship, people were either still partying or passed out drunk. All but one, you guessed it right, Marco. The first division commander wasn’t normally so obviously nervous, but this time he couldn’t help it. He hoped, no, he prayed you’d like the gift, but that very day he’d realised that buying you what he had, he could easily just have shouted that he held feelings for you. Honestly, what had he been thinking?! Pacing nervously in his room, he almost missed the knocks on his door. Hell, he probably would have, had his observational haki not picked up the person approaching his room.

“Come in” he said as he tried to stop pacing. Key word: tried. He started again before he even noticed.

“Marco, are you okay?” Izo asked. “You haven’t been out in a while, and I don’t think you’ve given (y/n) her gift yet.”

“No, you’re right, I haven’t-yoi” he said, gesturing to the neatly wrapped present placed on his desk.

Izo narrowed his eyes a bit at his older brother. “Why are you so nervous? It’s just a gift.”

“I’m not nervous” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Izo raised an eyebrow. “Your floor begs to differ, I think it’s starting to become worn from all the pacing. Seriously, sit down, you’re making me dizzy.”

A heavy sigh left Marco, but despite what he’d normally do, he sat down anyway.

If Izo noticed how strange it was for Marco to just listen like that, he was kind enough not to mention it.

“I’m going to kick Thatch’s ass” the blonde grumbled, making the other man laugh.

“It’s a good thing I came in his place then. He was about to get you himself.”

He sighed again, pausing a minute before starting to talk again. “The reason why I’m nervous is because the present I bought for (y/n) practically screams that I care about her-yoi.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, no?” Izo said casually.

“Normally, maybe, but she… Shit, Izo, I think I’ve fallen hard for her-yoi. Really hard. What if she actually realises how I feel about her but doesn’t feel the same way-yoi?”

“She doesn’t have to. Not yet.” Izo paused for a moment, before continuing. “If she doesn’t like you, that’s a shame, but that doesn’t mean it’s over. You can win her heart, and whatever’s in that present of yours, it could be the first step in doing so.”

With that he left the room, leaving Marco to his thoughts. Izo was right, he realised, he could try to win her heart. He also realised he was being ridiculous. Taking a calming breath he got up, got his present for her, and went to find her. God, since when was he the one who needed advice from his brother? Well, at least it had been Izo who’d come to find him. He could live with needing his advice. Over his dead body that Thatch would ever see him like that.

With his observational haki it didn’t take him long to find you. You were standing on deck, talking and laughing with some of your crewmates. His grip on his gift for you tightened a bit but his pace didn’t falter. When he reached you, he cleared his throat a bit, effectively getting your attention.

“Oh, hey Marco!” you greeted him with a smile. He deliberately ignored the jump his heart made at seeing it directed at him.

“Hey (y/n), do you have a moment?”

“Yeah, sure!”

He lead you to an upper part of the deck where the two of you had some privacy, and then turned back to you. “I wanted to give you this-yoi” he said as he held out the present.

Your smile widened even further. “Ooooh, so it was you who had to buy me something! Thank you!”

You eagerly opened the present, neatly but quickly removing the wrapping. When you opened the small black box you froze, eyes widening when they fell upon the necklace within. It was simple yet beautiful; a single pearl in a metal setting, attached to a black leather cord.

“M- Marco, it- it’s beautiful” you gasped.

A small smile spread on his ace at seeing your reaction, barely present but there nonetheless. “I’m glad you think so-yoi” he said quietly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“I do, I really do.” You got the necklace out of the box and went to put it on when he interrupted you.

“Allow me” he said, moving to stand behind you. He took the necklace from your hands and put it around your neck as you pulled your hair to the side. “There” he said, as he closed it.

“Thank you so much, Marco. I love it” you said as you turned around, smile on your face. This smile however, was different. Not less, not more, just different. He didn’t get to wonder what it meant as you leaned in and placed a small peck on his cheek. His heart all but leapt out of his chest, whereas his mind went blank. He didn’t register you looking at him with what was now obviously an amused smile or saying that you’d see him later and walked away.

Oh boy.

He had it bad.

#Day three: done #bam #B|#December challenge #one piece #fanfiction #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #Christmas #fluff

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marcoacesabo · 7 years

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it's prom night and sabo hasn't a date, ace is ill and marco's date has pass him out. some ideas?

“I’m too sick to do it myself but-” Ace’s wheezing voice is cut off by loud horrible coughing making Marco wince. He holds the phone a little bit away from his ear until the fit is over. “-but please, can you take him? Sabo really wanted to go...”

The blond thinks it over. It’s both Senior year, both blonds last chance to enjoy prom. Ace still had one more year to go so he’s not missing out. Added to the fact his date canceled on him earlier that day, it does make it simple for him to just go pick up the blond instead of refunding all the cash he already wasted for the night.

“What the hell, why not yoi” He says, flipping his closet open. Grabbing his tux the male asks a grateful Ace for Sabo’s address.

The limo has to know where to go after all.

“Oh and Marco? Can I ask for one small itty bitty favor?”

Marco arrives at Sabo’s house exactly one hour later. It’s bigger than he first thought it would be but it doesn’t hold a candle to his own home. When your father was the richest man in the state though that tended to happen a lot.

Not that many people knew he was Edward Newgate’s boy. It wasn’t because they tried to hide it, more like people didn’t ask or notice.

Still, he is nervous. Pops believed in hard work, never giving any of his adopted sons an allowance or just gifting them whatever they asked for. No, they worked jobs, either outside the company or in it. But they were never handed anything.

All of the Whitebeard children didn’t even seem to be rich. They dressed like the middle class and bought things like the middle class.

Sabo on the other hand obviously comes from money, from the way he dressed and this house. If he is used to expensive things then all the money a humble building janitor blew for prom night might not impress him.

For half a second he almost blots right back into the limo but remembers Ace’s favor. With a sigh, he walks right up to the door and rings the bell.

A few minutes later it is open up by a stuffy looking butler. “Yes, how may I help you sir?”

“Hello, I was wondering if Sabo Outlook is home? May I please speak to him?” Marco says politely. The man raises one brow, giving his body one long look an unimpressed expression on his face while doing so.

Hey, suits are expensive. He’s is nice, piss off butler guy.

“One moment sir.” The door is slammed closed in his face. He stands there waiting for a while, checking his watch when it feels too long and wonders if the man had simply left him outside.

Just as he was going to ring the bell again the door opens once more. A pajama wearing Sabo is blinking at him in surprise with a light blush on his face. “Marco? What are you doing here?’

“Hey Sabo. I heard you didn’t have someone to go to prom with and well...I know it’s sudden but would you like to go with me as my date yoi?” He asks, holding out a boutonniere.

The other blond freezes before gently pinching his own arm. Marco is extremely flattered. “Ow! I mean yes! I love to, just let me get ready I- thank you!”

The teen turns and sprints up a large flat of stairs. Marco is left at the door with a goofy grin.

He needs to thank Ace for his favor. Asking the guy to an actual date even if he was terrified of being rejected instead of asking to go as friends is the best thing he’s ever done.

If things work out like he wants them to, Ace will have two dates for his own prom next year.

#MarcoAceSabo #Prom night Au #Sabo thinks he's dreaming #Anonymous

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petitalbert-blog · 7 years

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Also, I wanted to write a shout out to witches who get no results and can't hear the gods. I feel so alienated by the way many people write about their craft - "witchcraft is work! Expect to bleed and sweat!" And so on. I work hard, I still hear nothing. And straightforwardly annoyed when those posts go on to say "actually I wish I hadn't been chosen! This path is so hard! So dark! I have sacrificed everything!" I think there's a difficult balance point between saying yes, anything worth doing is going to require effort and won't come overnight. But not making people feel constsntly not good enough. And not setting yourself up as an Expert, Who Does Real Magic opposed to everyone else who are neophytes hoping for what you have. There is a ton of ways to be a witch without hitting those standards. Revere your gods. Revere them for their own sake, not because yoy have to, but because it brings pleasure and beauty ti do so. Choose your own gods. Pick one from a book and start worshipping. We are witches and we lead the dance, we don't wait to be chosen. Don't be a mystic - that's one, especially fashionable and desirable sort of witch path, but it's equally ok yo just be a worshipper or just to love nature, you know? It's no less valid. Don't give things up. Paganism is an immanent path, which is to say, it's about living in this world. It fits in and around life. You can do witchy things while you cook or garden or whatever, like this idea thst witchcraft is rooted in pain and hardship is anathema to how I understand it, as a path of joy and beauty and of living in this world. That model where yoy give up everything and are ripped to shreds and then reborn is pretty cool and makes for a rebloggable origin story; and yet I have had so much pain in my life, so much, so much, I want my magic to be a site of joy and worship. You can get shit done as a witch in and around your daily life, and there is a different kind of power to be found in it. Do cool stuff, for their own sake -make herbal teas and do spells and play dress up, I can't emphasise this enough that results don't matter. Is it bringing you pleasure and peace? Then it's worth it. The way you are witching is a good way, in short - don't measure yourself by the standards of strangers, and what strangers say they can do or have seen. It introduces a note of hierarchy into practices which ought to be egalitarian. Just focus on you, you know? Focus on what you can do. There are so many ways of being a great witch. Don't fall into the trap of thinking other people are Doing It, and you are only aspiring to. Whenever you wave a wand, you are Doing It Right. (I'm frustrated that so many people in trad craft write like this, because it's such a mini annoyance to me every time these posts come around, like when there is a fly in the room and you can't quite catch it. I know I should ignore them but it took me so long to stop feeling bad, and if I can help someone else also realise they are good enough, then it's worth writing)

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doradojjk · 7 years

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Retagged by @bookloveranimewatcher I thought I was going to escape the tough questions! 😀😉

1. Hamburger or hotdogs? I actually really like hamburgers. I am a health food/whole food nut but burgers are my weakness. If I was picking my last meal on earth I would be picking hamburgers w/ extra pickles and piping hot french fries.

2. If you had to live in the world of the last anime, book or tv show you’ve seen. How fucked are you? I watched Yuri!!!On Ice when it was being released and then I followed it up by Haikyuu!! Luckily for me, my daughter wanted to watch YOI with me so I am in the midst of rewatching YOI. I say luckily because I love it and also because I don’t think I am fucked at all. It’s beautiful and I would be around Viktor (and Yuuri and Yuri) and how on earth could that be anything but glorious?

3. Any college advice (I really need some advise I am lost) (super optional this one) Sure. College can feel like a pressure cooker. I would say the most important thing is to finish whatever level you have started (undergrad, masters, doctoral, etc). Don’t pursue the next level unless you want it and will finish what you begin. Don’t stress too much about your major. After all, a major isn’t a professional declaration, it is merely what will be written on your degree. For instance, my husband works for a consulting firm in the world of natural energy but his degrees are in Civil Engineering and Construction Management. I majored in Child Psychology but am a teacher. Neither one of us is really doing something that our degree naturally led us to. Piggybacking off that, try to find internships in any job you are considering after school. It will give you an idea if that is a good path to pursue or not quite what you had envisioned. Have fun and try to relax. College is that last time you will have the level of freedom that it gives you. You are an adult but you don’t have to play the full adult responsibility game quite yet (and I had no cash from my parents, had a lots of loans I am still paying back 14 years post-grad, and had to work FT in the summers and PT during each semester--it was still a fun time). Lastly I would say don’t stress about grades too much. I have never been asked about my GPA or Dean’s List status for any job I have ever applied to or obtained. “Cs get degrees” is a saying for a reason. It is what it is. (Obviously if you are heading to any kind of post-grad education, there are academic requirements/test scores which do need to be focused on and acquired.) ****If you have any specific questions, I can try to help or just listen! This was super vague but I was not sure what you are feeling stressed about specifically.

4. Do you play a instrument? Do you sing? I play the piano adequately. I sing adequately. No one would ever request me to do either.

5. What’s your unusual skill? I bake my own bread and brew my own beer. Right now, I have a root beer stout that I just bottled on Sunday and needs to condition for 2 weeks (but I will throw one in the fridge this weekend after 1 week to sample and see how it’s doing...I have the patience of a toddler).

6. Favorite fruit? So hard. Since it’s autumn right now I have to say apples. This changes seasonally for me.

7. Which school archetype do you think you fit into best? Which one would you want to be in? Like in 80s John Hughes rom-coms? I went to an all-girls prep HS so there weren’t the hierarchical breakdowns the same way. Hmmm...but I played volleyball, basketball, rugby, and ran track in HS so I think I would have been a jock. But I always secretly was a little jealous of the artsy theater crowd.

8. Do you consider tomatoes a fruit or a vegetable? Botanically a fruit but functionally a vegetable.

9. Do you have a pet? Would like to have a pet if you don’t already? I have 2 cats. I sometimes wish I had no cats. Kids are animals enough. 😜

10. What jobs did you want to be when you were really young? After I tore my ACL and cartilage and needed a knee reconstruction in HS, I wanted to be a physical therapist. However, my PT and I were talking about it and she was mentioning how competitive it is and even having a degree doesn’t guarantee you a job in the field (and this was in the booming job economy of the 90s). It scared me away from even considering it again. Pathetic yes, but I’m not a cutthroat person. So I’m a teacher and it is a good fit for me and my family.

I tag whomever wants to answer these questions. These are different questions than other ones I’ve seen and definitely fun! Actually I will specifically tag @upagainstabookcase and @kazliin because I’d love to get to know more about you both, outside the fantastic world-building and brilliant writing that you do in your respective fandoms.

#get to know the blogger #10 questions #if you don't read anything by these 2 authors you are seriously missing out #they are both AMAZING

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doorwaykeeper · 7 years

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Yuri on Ice Fic Rec Mega List

So, this is my own YOI Fic-rec list, compiled from my absolute favorites I’ve been reading during the last three months.

But first, a couple of notes:

Not a lot of angst here (there is some) because I much prefer fluff (and smut), or both (as my friend likes to put it – smuff). Almost all of the stories are T and up, most are M and up.

I don’t do sad endings, y’all. The YOI story is so fucking optimistic, it deserves to be treated as such (sure, if your kink is major character death, go for it, it just won’t be on MY list).

I much prefer the novels, dammit, the longer the better, but there is a section with one-shots and short stories, I just like it less.

I ADORE healthy relationships with good communication, and except for the obvious here, most of these are.

So what do we have here?

A few Fill in the Gaps (FITG) stories, a few Time Travel (TT) stories, two major skating AUs (one of them probably one the best known fics in this fandom) and one completely different AU, One Sub/Dom story that cured me from “50 Shades” (don’t judge me), lots of fluff and domesticity, lots of communication in relationships, lots of social media shenanigans, a few crack stories and a WHOLE LOT OF LOVE ON THE ICE.

The only ships are Victuuri and Otayuri (when they’re older), as I don’t ship them with anyone else, and other ships as side notes.

So. Onwards.

The Novels

Honorary mention - The Rival series – Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches/Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, by Reiya. Complete/WIP (Rated E)

General: Ah, boy. So much has been written about this series I don’t really have to add a lot. If you are in this fandom and read fic, you will have heard about this story long before this.

Just for the record – a “What If” AU, told first from Yuuri’s perspective (UMFB&MHA, complete) and then from Victor’s (OBS&BH, WIP), about what would have happened if one small detail was different and the result would be a rivalry between the two. One of the first fics I read and a DAMN GOOD ONE. Like I said, it’s the only one on this list with actual long lasting ANGST, but it’s also beyond sweet.

Bonus points:

Amazing world building, wonderful characterization, handling difficult issues very well, and very good writing.

LOOOOOOONG. As in, novel length. For someone like me, that’s wonderful.

OBS&BH has a pretty regular update rate – especially regarding the fact that Reiya is a FUCKING MEDICAL STUDENT, so tons of kudos to them for keeping the updates as regular as they are.

Reiya (kazliin) is very active here, and answers asks and gives us world building and top ten lists and LIFE I tell you.

One of the best usages of Social Media snippets.

Comments:

A third fic is planned, with lots of fluff and extra scenes, which is something we are looking forward to in the extreme.

Don’t skip the music connected to the story, as it is very important!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice, by SassySalchow (diedraechin). WIP (Rated M)

General: At age 14, Yuuri goes to train with Yakov in Russia and meets his idol, which turns out to be a real dork. The story spans years of both their lives and their relationship (with each other and other people), and it so wonderfully researched and wonderfully written.

Bonus points:

Long, and getting longer. As far as we know, the story is supposed to be around its middle point, and as it currently has 21 chapters and 126,442 words, you do the math.

Amazing (!!!!!!) Original Characters, ones that you don’t want to let go of, and can’t really remember that are not a part of Canon.

The skating descriptions are STUNNING.

Pretty regularly updated.

Social media shenanigans – and texting – from before WhatsApp, oh, dear lord.

Comments:

Additional fic (Life and Love off the Ice) always being updated with titbits and extra scenes.

Winter Song, by proantagonist. WIP (Rated E)

General: One of my favorite FITG fics, and one of the best written. It begins after chapter 7 and goes on after the finale. Lots of really cute Victuuri, tons of healthy communication and fluff (…and smut, yeah).

Bonus points:

Did I mention the COMMUNICATION? I don’t think I did. C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-I-O-N. Yeah.

Wonderful characterization of all those involved, with extra cuteness when it comes to Yuuri’s family.

Healthy sex. Really. And it progresses in a REASONABLE PACE.

Call Everything on the Ice…, by shysweetthing. Complete (Rated E)

General: Another FITG fic, with Victor being extra insecure and cute as hell while being very bad at directions and learning Japanese. Some miscommunication and angst here, but nothing major.

Bonus points:

The last chapter is extra cute, way into the future.

Victor and Yuuri’s family, my god.

LANGUAGE KINK. YES.

No Less Unthinkable, by rageprufrock. Complete (Rated E)

General: Well, this one is really tons of smut (a lot in the first chapter, less in the second), but it also portrays Yuuri as somewhat more experienced than you would normally see, so that’s cute. First Chapter is pre-canon, second is FITG for S01.

Bonus points:

Wonderful characterization.

Yuuri and Yuri, LOLZ.

Best sex talks EVER.

Quite a lot of crack. Seriously. These people are HILARIOUS. Snap Stories. Phichit. Dear god.

CHRIS. CHRISCHRISCHRISCHRISCHRIS.

Also, it might be 2 chapters… but it’s long. J

Katsuki_fc wrote, by tetsurashian. Complete (Rated G)

General: How Social Media viewed the happenings of S01. Obviously CC, and FUNNY AS HELL.

Bonus points:

THE CRACKIEST CRACK OF CRACKLAND. Really. DO NOT drink ANYTHING while reading this.

People being supportive which is FUN.

Sweetsilversub, by phlintandsteel. Complete (Rated E)

General: Remember the Dom/Sub story I talked about? THIS IS IT. It’s mostly CC (with a bit before canon and divergent from a point), FITG for the sweetest relationship in the world. Some chatroom talks, a couple of Dom/Sub Scenes between Victuuri and HEALTHY COMMUNICATION.

Bonus points:

Did I mention the communication?

YUURI IS THE DOM AND VICTOR IS THE SUB. It fits so well, my god.

The Dom/Sub scenes are handled so beautifully.

Nice and long (you see a pattern here, don’t you?)

OCs are super cute.

The Carnage of the Art, by ExorcisingEmily. Complete (Rated T)

General: CC Post S01. When Yuri gets hurt, Victor and Yuuri take care of him. Some guilt and some angst here, but a lot of relationship building.

Bonus point:

Extra Podium Family - so much love between the three.

TWO PAIR SKATES!

Beautiful characterization and writing.

On My Love, by RikoJasmine. WIP (Rated T)

General: After a car accident, Yuuri finds himself in the past. It’s probably my favorite TT story, as it is incredibly well written. It’s also kind of a tear-jerker, so be warned.

Bonus points:

Yuuri being confident is great.

Vicchan lives!!!

Yuuri being able to be great at what he does, and Victor falls so hard for him it’s magnificent.

THE BANQUET!!!!

Victor and Yuuri’s family! CUTENESS OVERLOAD.

Fluffy as hell.

Comments:

Update rate is quite slow on this one (not complaining, just saying - I know fic writers have a life and whatever they give I’m grateful), but it’s still already nice and long. Worth the wait, IMHO.

Re: Yuri Katsuki, by Ishxallxgood. WIP (Rated T)

General: CC, S01 told from Phichit’s perspective. Lots of crack, lots of social media, super cute and fluffy.

Bonus points:

Phichit is stirring the Victuuri Ship, y’all. Enough said.

Phichit spends money… XD

ChulaCommeti!

From Almaty, With Love, by BoxWineConfessions. Complete (Rated E)

General: The best Otayuri fic I found, where Yuri goes to stay with Otabek for the summer in Almaty. Pretty slow burn, but seriously good read. Some angst (though I’d call it a tear jerker), but worth it.

Bonus points:

Absolutely STUNNING writing and descriptions.

Almaty in summer is described so life-like it’s as if you’re there.

Both Yuri and Otabek are so well written and their interactions are funny and sweet. And real.

Also long.

Comments:

Second fic in the series (Line and Verse) has extra scenes before and after and is just as well written.

Home, by Kurenaito. Complete (Rated T)

General: Post S01, when Victor and Yuuri adopt two girls. Very sweet family dramas.

Bonus points:

Great OCs, well portrayed.

Extra Yuri being a big brother.

Comments:

Two extra fics in the series (Spark to Flame) – Clara tells all (short) and Spark, which picks up after Home and is a WIP.

Blackbird, by sixpences. Complete (Rated M)

General: WW2/Cold war AU, where both Yuuri and Victor are spies. I’m not big on AUs that aren’t skating, but this one is… Just fucking beautiful. Some angst and it can be a tear-jerker, but it’s really, REALLY worth it.

Bonus points:

One of the best written stories I found, including characterization, plot development, pace, descriptions and emotion.

Nice and long.

Yuuri is not a timid little thing! Yey!

THEY JUST LOVE EACH OTHER ABOVE ALL ELSE, MY GOD.

I cried quite a lot during this, but it’s the good kind of tears.

Very well researched.

The sex scenes are not explicit but the go RIGHT TO YOUR BONES.

Comments:

There will be extra fics in the series (Birdsong) to accompany the main one, with more about the side characters and a bit more about our Victuuri.

Turn back the Clock, by IronScript. WIP (Rated T)

General: TT where Both Yuuri and Victor go back in time. This is pure fluff.

Bonus points:

Long and getting longer!

DID I MENTION THE FLUFF

One Shots and short stories

OK, so true, these aren’t my favourites, but these few are still good enough for me to love them.

You can have everything, by shysweetthing. Complete (Rated T)

General: CD – when Yuuri finds Victor’s phone in the Sochi GPF HILARITY ENSUES.

Bonus Points:

Total Crack most of the time (except for Vicchan).

Everything that's silver is not gold, by SassySalchow (diedraechin). Complete (Rated M)

General: Soulmates story, where the marking on your body grows when you see your soulmate. CC and very fucking cute.

Bonus points:

Pretty long for a one shot and very well written.

Super cute, just about it.

So this guy walks into a bar…, by silvercistern. Complete (Rated E)

General: Victor and Yuuri pretend to not know each other and Victor is BAD at seducing Yuuri. Crack and a bit of smuff.

Bonus point:

Well, the crack, and the fact that Victor can’t seduce FOR SHIT.

Also, being a couple can be very comfortable.

Drunk on You, by kiaronna. WIP (Rated T)

General: Soulmate AUs one shots, each chapter is a whole different story. Most are CC and quite cute.

Bonus points:

Not “regular” soulmate AUs, so a bit more imagination.

Lots of cuteness overload.

That’s it - if you guys have fics to recommend, I’ll be happy to hear!

#YOI #yoi fic rec #Yuri on ice #victuuri #otayuri #yuri on ice fic rec

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lemedy · 7 years

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11, 13, 14, 16, 19, 22 - for 13-19 Yuri on Ice as the fandom (you can pick whatever character you want from it for 13)

Is there an unpopular character you like thatthe fandom doesn’t? Why?

Possibly not so muchunpopular as ‘a large chunk of the fandom seems to really fucking hate her’,but I like Pearl, I understand Pearl, and I think that while Pearl hasobviously not always acted in the best way during the first few seasons, peoplereally go out of their way to point andgo “SEE SHE’S ABUSIVE AND HATES STEVEN, CALL DOCS ON HER”.

Like. Yes. She was afucking mess. That was the point of her entire arc. She was clearly stillgrieving and hadn’t dealt with Rose’s death and so that’s what we’ve gonethrough with her, and she’s reached a better place now.

I’m not going to saythat every single writing choice surrounding Pearl was spot-on, but when youhave fans in one second defending Jasper as the show’s true misunderstoodcharacter and then saying Pearl is the Worst Character Ever…look, YMMV and allbut I just really don’t get where all of the Pearl hate comes from.

(I think there is a valid argument that Pearl’s probablygotten the lion’s share of the show’s attention and focus above Garnet andAmethyst, which is possibly where a lot of the frustration comes from. Their arcs– has Garnet even really had an arc? – have been messier and less frequentlygiven focus, which I keep hoping the show fixes. I don’t think it validates theover-the-top criticism Pearl gets, but I’ll join everyone in waiting for Garnetand Amethyst to get some love).

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Christ, the whole thingwith making Yuuri 10000% more pathetic than he actually is. Dude has anxietyand confidence issues, yes, but he’s also pretty fucking sure of himself a lotof the time, he’s sassy, he can anddoes stand up to Victor when they’re arguing.

No, he’s probably notgoing to run away and cry by himself because Yurio called him piggy, or Victorhurts his feelings. He’s not some delicate flower that needs to be protected, andI keep seeing it in fanwork and it’s just not him at all.

Oh, and Yurio deservedgold at the GPF. FIGHT ME ON THIS PEOPLE. I know that people wanted Yuuri towin so that we could get our fairytale ending, with Victor and Yuuri skatingoff into the sunset to get married, but:

a) it’s a goddamn sportsanime, the main protagonist/team never wins the goddamn Nationals or Interhighsfirst time round, unless you’re Onoda

b) Yuuri still gotpretty much everything he wanted, he’s fine

c) the show is about both of the Yuris, and it’s prettyobvious that Yurio’s next story is going to be him starting to fail. Hard. Heknows his body is going to start changing and he can’t stop that, the kid isgoing to have to learn what it’s like to lose and climb your way back up to thetop. So it’s fitting that he wins gold now, because I suspect the next GPF isgoing to be a lot more difficult for him.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

It’s not that bad. Yes, thegay ice skating anime fandom is loud and enthusiastic and parts of it need toreally chill the fuck out, but I’ve mostly had nothing but good times here.Possibly because years of fandom and tumblr experience have taught me how tobuild my own particular corner, but for all of the eye-rolling the YOI fandomgets – again, I’ve had mostly a good time here, god knows I’ve see much worstfandoms, people are mostly here just to have fun and talk about gay ice-skatingcharacters.

Basically, you spend timein any Big Fandom, there’s going to be drama – you can’t avoid it. Just rollyour eyes, use the block or TS feature if you need to, and move on. None of itis worth getting into or letting it spoil your own experience of the show.

If you could change anything in the show, whatwould you change?

OTABEK SHOULD HAVEBROZNE, which is like a bloody meme at this point so I know this isn’t an~unpopular opinion~ and all – but I still stand by it, Otabek should have wongoddamn bronze. I know JJ’s jumps would have more technical points, but Otabek’sroutines were flawless, whereas JJ obviously royally screwed up his SP.

I feel like the writerswanted to throw him a bone to show how he could climb his way back up butstill: I call shenanigans. Justice for Otabek.

Oh, and I’d throw theshow a little more $$$$ to give the animation a boost. I don’t want to wadeanywhere near the Crunchyroll Awards drama again – it was a bloody onlinevoting poll, the Logies of the anime world – but I can see people looking at YOI, then looking at other 2016 shows,and going “So….about that Best Animation award….”

What is the one thing you hate most about yourfandom?

It’s died down a lotnow, but every so often you’ll see someone musing “but are Victor and Yuuri really canon?” and it’s just. Kids.People. Do you actually need to see the two fiances actually fuck on-screen tofinally accept that they are canonically besotted with each other, are in love,are engaged, are yes, together andnot just in the Bros Way?

This isn’t Kyoaniteasing the fuck out of the Free! fandom with zero intentions of followingthrough on making Mako and Haru actually date – Victor and Yuuri are a couple,and I don’t know how many more ‘confirmations’ we need until people stopquestioning it.

Popular character you hate?

Laughs because therereally isn’t any character in YOI fandom I hate or even dislike. Aaahh,probably Michele because of the whole creepy sister complex he has going on,but also I don’t think he’s particularly popular so that doesn’t feel like anappropriate answer to the question.

So bouncing back to SU –man, I just don’t get the love for Jasper at all. Sorry, Jasper fans. She’s entertainingenough as a villain and I know we’ll get a redemption arc for her sooner orlater because that’s how the show works. But I’m not in any particular rush tosee it happen – give me Bismuth back before you give me Jasper back

That, and her fans’insistence that She Did Nothing Wrong is just….aahhhh, I don’t want to get intoit because it’s too early on a Sunday morning for drama. But. She did. ThingsWrong. I am just saying. AND THAT’S ALL I’LL SAY.

#olennawhitewyne #askbox memes

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alysae · 7 years

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first line tag meme

Tagged by @natecchi ThANK YOU????

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.

Tagging @angelofmysteries, @acnara, @ayanasartstuff, @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins, and anyone who writes and haven’t been tagged yet bc I wanna see everything

These are all unnamed WIPs that’ll probably never be finished :’’) I’m surprised there are even 20 of them (all the titles are how i named them.... for now)

1. The Night of their Life - Tina/Newt/Graves (actually finished and on AO3)

Tina still didn't know how this happened.

2. porn star!graves - Gramander

Newt tucked his head on his coat as he walked outside. There was a crowd surrounding him, talking, yelling, and he felt constricted. It wasn’t his first time travelling--on the contrary, actually. He loved to travel, looking around the world, finding new places, learning about other cultures… It was very interesting! The only downside--something that he could never get used to--is the crowd.

3. that omega fanfic - Gramander

Percival looked up with weary, tired eyes. The doctor came in, his crying mother in tow. No sign of his father. The doctor was talking in a monotonous voice, but Percival couldn’t care less about what. He just wanted to go home and sleep. Whatever medicine the doctor gave him left him completely wasted.

4. where have I gone - Gramander (actual title woah)

Percival closed his book, page bookmarked with an old photograph, and tucked it away in his bag. He stood up with a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair, and picked up the keys. Walking out of the library, he turned the sign to close, and locked the door.

5. Rapunzel AU - Gramander

Theseus Scamander had always been an overprotective older brother. As a child, Newt had always been mercilessly teased by kids his age—either because of his unusual interests, or because he had always been too tall, too thin, to fit in. And Theseus would come to his rescue, in a metaphorical shining armour.

6. retired villain+daughter - original story

Eudora didn’t quite understand what was going on. One moment she was grasping her father’s hand, looking around with a bored gaze at the mingling people at the bank. The next moment she finds herself flush against her father, holding him tightly as he hid them both against the back of the bank, as a group of masked -- and weirdly dressed -- people entered the bank, creating a ruckus.

7. fbawtft x jerry xover - Gramander (this is exactly what its title says)

Graves knew something was wrong when he came home. His senses weren’t all there still, after what happened with Grindelwald, but he could tell something was off with his house—

8. ptsd!graves - Gramander (I’m gonna edit this one’s intro tho)

“Don’t you find it interesting that nobody has yet to realise that I am not you?”

9. dunno - Gramander

Percival Graves stared as he turned the amber liquid in his glass. He refused to look up. The old woman was babbling about some meaningless thing, as usual. He stifled a sigh and looked to the side.

10. just before you see the light - gen, graves!centric (actual title)

It isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't real—

11. squib?graves - Gramander (gonna change this one too)

When they found the real Percival Graves, it came as a surprise to find him healthy.

12. set me free - gen, credence!centric (actually posted on AO3)

Credence had already given up on changing his life. He had given up years ago.

13. abernathyxgraves - Grabernathy

Abernathy’s plans were always perfect. With stealth that helped him in missions, Abernathy was always impeccable.

14. “Is that my shirt” - Gramander, ficlet prompt (finished, but unposted)

“Is that my shirt?” Newt asks suddenly, staring across the room at him.

15. “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat” - Otayuri (finished, unposted)

Otabek couldn’t help but stare a little at him--Yuri’s hair was in a messy ponytail, and he was still on his tiger-printed pyjamas, wearing cat shaped slippers. When he looked up again to Yuri’s face, he could see a slight blush on his cheeks.

16. Yoi x Hp Xover - Viktuuri

Yuuri could still remember the first time Victor talked about his family. It was hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he should tell Yuuri about them.

17. Different universe AU - Tomarry

Harry frowned at the rolled up parchment on his hand as he walked to the Headmaster’s Tower. He had been expecting the letter, of course. It came every time he went on holidays. He just wondered how Dumbledore could so blatantly ignore his answers each time. It left a bitter taste in his tongue just thinking about it.

18. No title yet - Tomarry

Harry looked down at his hands, flexing them, unflexing them… He sighed, looking out the window of his room wistfully.

19. “Don’t you say that... not you” - Gureshin (finished, unposted)

“Don’t you say that… not you,” his voice broke at the last word.

20. Slytherin Harry1 - hedric, tentative tomarry

Harry looked up when he heard his name. Dumbledore was looking at the Slytherin table, searching Harry with his eyes. Harry looked around him, noticing his housemates shocked faces. Draco’s open-mouth would’ve amused him in another situation.

I’m a bad writer...... look at all of these unfinished stuff.... I even forgot I wrote some of them

#my fics are judging me #most of these are abandoned I'm a bad mother #look at those three anime intruders #and two cross overs #and that fucking omega fic is giving me a headache #mostly bc i hate the trope lol #anyway thank u so much for tagging me??? even tho i'm not good of a writer???

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rainbowravioli · 8 years

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yoi characters in hogwarts houses?

Oh no, not the Hogwarts houses discourse! Anon why would you throw me on a minefield like this?

Ok, disclaimer: Interpretation of Hogwarts house traits and of character is always going to be debatable. The very system is flawed anyway and anyone can fit into more than one house (and nobody fits every single trait of a house). These are my personal opinions, you are free to disagree. Please don’t attack me over anything here.

Yuuri

My first instinct with Yuuri is to look at his noticeable Hufflepuff traits. He is determined, tenacious and very hard-working. I know it may feel redundant to call a character in a sports anime hard-working, but this is a trait that’s specifically emphasized with Yuuri. We are told he spent all his free time at the rink, he’s eager to practice and learn, he’s dedicated. He’s also patient and tolerant, we see this in the ways he deals with the people around him (just look at his entire relationship with Yurio). He’s very practical and honest. There’s also that side of Hufflepuffs where they are basically Hobbits, with the love of comfort, food, home, family and living things, that fits Yuuri too. And even though Yuuri is very close-off towards people he doesn’t know well, he has shown compassion and worry over fellow competitors he wasn’t friends with. He’s also terribly humble but I honestly see that as coming more of a result of his anxiety and imposter syndrome so I don’t really count it.

That said, Yuuri also shows a very strong Gryffindor side. He does have a tendency to get too self-absorbed when in competition mode. Yuuri is a very competitive person and hates backing down. Being around Victor I think also brought out a side of Yuuri he tends to repress. Where he is usually meek and docile (and we see this in flashbacks too with how he never went against Celestino’s decisions or fought for what he wanted), being around Victor progressively makes him show more of his bolder, impulsive side. He is stubborn, passionate and daring, and often lets his emotions gets the better of him. Deciding to add a quad flip in the middle of his routine with no previous practice was a very Gryffindor move; taking risks without thinking them through or consider consequences. Gryffindor is also the house that seeks external validation the most and wants to prove themselves. While Yuuri wants to win and that can be seen as ambition, I feel like it’s not enough to push him towards Slytherin. After all, it’s a sports anime, they all want to win. What’s important is how and why. Yuuri’s desire to win is centered on personal achievement and overcoming his own shortcomings. He also gives priority to other things, and even other people, over winning. See how he didn’t hesitate to tell Victor to go back to Japan to be with Makkachin even though it put him at a disadvantage, and how he was willing to quit the sport altogether no matter the GPF results if it meant not holding Victor back. Yuuri is also very brave in the sense that every time he goes out on the ice he is facing and battling his fears and anxiety head-on.

So I lean Hufflepuff but the Gryffindor is certainly very much there. I would say he’s a Gryffindor with strong Puff traits.

Victor

The obvious choice for Victor would Slytherin. Now here’s someone who uses any means to achieve their ends. Victor did neglect his own life to ensure he would stay at the top of the figure skating world. He is resourceful, self-reliant, cunning and ambitious. He’s also a perfectionist and has a high sense of self-preservation. Willing to take risks and be an interventionist, but they are always calculated risks with care that it will ultimately hold high benefits - see his entire skating career and his decision to coach Yuuri. He also has that bonus enjoyment of elegance and the finer things in life.

That aside, I would like to introduce you to the concept of Ravenclaw Victor. He actually has a lot of Ravenclaw to him, so much so that in an hypothetical Hogwarts AU I think he would be happier there than in Slytherin. Victor is very curious and he loves learning, as we see from his time in Hasetsu and his interactions with Yuuri. Loves surprises, is attracted to the new and unknown and focused on the future. He is analytical and logical, contrary to how a lot of the fandom likes to portray him, but also very creative and artistic. He is always thinking about how he can be innovative and elevate his craft. While he is a logical person and more introspective than people give him credit for, Victor also leans towards being a bit of an airhead sometimes (or absent-minded, if you prefer - see his memory problems and such) and can certainly be quirky with his social interactions when he lets loose and just acts like himself.

I understand why the fandom tends to sort him into Slytherin, but I’ll admit I’m quite fond of Ravenclaw Victor. I think he has strong traits from both houses but would be much happier and at home in Ravenclaw.

Yurio

Yurio is literally willing to sell his soul and body for the sake of winning. That’s as ‘uses any means to achieve their ends’ as it gets. Something about our resident beloved Russians and Slytherin I guess. It’s really no wonder he would share many traits of the house with Victor. After all, the narrative does set Yurio up with be Victor Nikiforov 2.0. Ambitious, resourceful, ruthless, adaptable, willing to go to any lengths to achieve personal glory. A true baby Slytherin in the making. Yurio also carries that Slytherin trait of looking out for himself above all else but also for the ones closest to him. Think of it as his agape arc. Yurio has to learn about unconditional love, but this is not ever portrayed as an universal love, it’s love for a very closed off group of people he accepts into his life. It’s not like he ever learned to love JJ. Which is another Slytherin thing to do, not care about people he doesn’t know or who he doesn’t consider to be his peers.

That said, if I were to pick another house for Yurio, I would actually go for Gryffindor. Yurio is very impulsive, stubborn, confident and extremely blunt. He always deals with situations very directly and is not afraid to get into fights, even welcomes them. Has a very black and white morality and that lack of respect for authority that’s very characteristic of Gryffindors. Like Yuuri, he also seeks external validation and praise and is determined to prove himself. He is also very defensive of the people who matter to him.

So I think he would be sorted in Slytherin (might even ask to be sorted there, especially in a Slytherin!Victor scenario) but he would do alright in Gryffindor too.

That covers up our three mains. It’s easier to talk at length about them and even talk about secondary houses since they are so developed. For the other characters (rest of the skaters) I’ll be much more brief.

Phichit - Hufflepuff. Sociable, cheerful, loyal, kind, hardworking and with a lot of pride in his country. While he wants to make history and prove himself, his desire to advance and win is very tied to his country. His dream is to have an ice skating show with his friends to show everyone in Thailand how fun skating can be. Very concerned with his community, even if he does show a lot of personal pride and has a very mischievous streak.

Minami - Gryffindor. Highly emotional, extroverted, energetic, daring and honest. Seeks external validation and praise. Not afraid to confront Yuuri even though he is his idol.

Guang Hong - Gryffindor. Entirely based on his imagined scenario for himself during his free skate. He was willing to take a bullet for a friend in his imagination after all. I’ll admit this is a difficult one though. I’ve seen a few Hufflepuff sortings because he seems shy and sweet but he’s too much of a slacker to be a Puff.

Leo - Ravenclaw. Artistic, very original and open minded, does his own thing. Could also be Hufflepuff since he seems to care for his friends a lot and just wants to ‘fill the world with things he likes’.

Georgi - Ravenclaw. He’s too artistic, and has a very serious approach to both his skating and relationships. Focused on the future, doesn’t confront his problems directly, tends towards daydreaming. Could also be a Gryffindor because of all that emotion and passion, but Ravenclaws are not necessarily lacking in being emotional either.

Chris - Ravenclaw. Intelligent, creative (he says he designed his own programs), moves at his own pace, inquisitive, witty, individualistic but open-minded. He does have that ambition and ruthlessness of the Slytherins though.

Mila - Gryffindor. Confident, blunt, humorous, friendly, loves to tease Yurio but is very concerned and caring for her rinkmates.

Seung-gil - Ravenclaw. A bit too close-minded for one but very logical and analytical, more of an observer, individualistic and independent, introspective, cynical.

Michelle - Gryffindor. Stubborn, chivalrous, passionate, hero complex, overprotective, daring, black and white morality.

Sara - Ravenclaw. Free-spirited, curious, open-minded, focused on the future, seeks to be independent. Could also be Gryffindor as she does share traits with her brother such as being stubborn and confident, and also for being extroverted and caring while not afraid of confrontation.

Emil - Hufflepuff. Friendly, hard-working, genuine, tolerant, non-confrontational and dependable. Dedicated to loved ones, cares more about cheering for his friends than for his own performance, is very relaxed about the competition.

JJ - Gryffindor. Very confident, extroverted, headstrong and blunt. Impulsive, tendency to run his mouth without thinking about what he’s saying. Hero complex, desires personal glory. Passionate, seeks external validation. He is very ambitious and prideful but he always places as much importance in his own personal achievements as he does in the support and love of his community and loved ones.

Otabek - Slytherin. Willing to do whatever it takes to achieve success, ambitious, self-reliant, resourceful, realistic, adaptable, highly selective loyalty, looks after himself and his own, values tradition and history, very selective with who he socializes with and cares about, admires strength and elegance.

#replies #Anonymous #crossover #yuri on ice #yoi hogwarts au #many Ravenclaws #but figure skating is an art after all #it would attract the artistic types

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That you are!

“Ma'am, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but whatever it is- either Furuta or the toxic side of the YoI fandom started it!”

I used to be firmly for Trans!Mutsuki but now I’m not so sure. I’m mostly just annoyed and kinda sad at how this particular issues is tearing the fandom apart…keeping away from major spoilers, when Saiko was trying to ask Mutsuki about something important a few chapters back Mutsuki was like “So….yeah. You figured out that I’m actually a girl.” and then abruptly left. That was mostly where the doubt started: Mutsuki refered to themself as a ‘girl’. Did this stem from insecurity about revealing themself as trans or was it because Mutsuki actually sees themself as female?

And then later on, “I’m almost embarrassingly female.” Does this mean that they find their female body a burden/embarrassing, or that they can’t help but acknowledge that yes, they do identify as female in the end? Doesn’t help that their expression during this scene is very difficult to read (the scene itself is quite disturbing in nature as well).

Then people started connecting the dots. During the auction arc Mutsuki once said to themself ‘It’s not that I think like a man’ and was disgusted when they felt men’s gazes following them. Add this to "I want to ‘live’ as a man" instead of “I 'am’ a man” and the fact that they were probably molested by their father as a child and the theory that maybe they’re just pretending to be male because even as they fear men, they believe being male to be a symbol of power, one that will keep them safe, becomes quite a bit more plausible.

Even more confusing since most of Mutsuki 'I am female’ moments seem to come during mental breakdowns so the fandom is up in arms about that too. Does the mental breakdown mean that they’re not in their right mind and just rambling, or does it make them speak the truth and stop hiding (like Kaneki’s memory breakdown during the Tsukiyama arc; it was then he finally stopped warping/denying his own memories about his mother)?

I personally believe that Mutsuki might turn out to be female after all (especially since this is a Japanese manga; Japan might be more accepting of the LGBTQ community than other East-Asian countries but from what I’ve learned it’s still got quite a bit of prejudice and stereotyping going on and LGBTQ individuals are viewed differently from how they are in the West. It would also tie in with Ishida’s overall writing style) but I don’t bash those who believe them to be trans because I really, really wanted them to be trans too…

I just wish the fandom would stop being so aggressive about this ;-;

(That parody tho)

True, true, Jean would make a good Angelica ^^ as for Dear Theodosia, don’t most of Burr’s songs fit really well with Jean? I think it’s proof that the Jean-Burr casting was meant to be.

OH YEAH I totally forgot about that. Hide-Peggy makes much more sense now XD they should form an 'awesome forgotten characters’ club!

Speaking of Hinami though, SPOILER but apparently she’s going to meet Akira soon.

Yeah, the only realy Hamilton AU we could achieve with TG is one where characters are forced into roles that don’t necessarily fit their personalities and therefore changes the outcome of the story (which could actually be a good thing; for example, if we cast Amon as Hamilton Say No To This would never happen).

But wait (lol). Doesn’t Urie actually fit much better with Burr?

In that case, it doesn’t matter who we cast. Urie-Burr would probably make the exact same mistakes as Musical!Burr did (if we’re talking about pre-character development Urie).

Well, to make up for Hide’s second death (who am I kidding nothing could make up for that) you now have the mental image of Tsukiyama rapping Guns and Ships at Yoshimura-Washington (or Shinohara-Washington).

And Koma like

“THE DEVIL APE A BARISTA SPYING ON THE CCG I TAKE THEIR COFFEE ORDERS, INFORMATION, AND THEN I SMUGGLE IT UP TO KANEKI’S REVOLUTIONARY COVENANT I’M RUNNING WITH THE GHOULS OF LIBERTY AND I AM LOVIN’ IT SEE, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE UP AGAINST THE RUFFIANS WE IN THE SHIT NOW, SOMEBODY’S GOTTA SHOVEL IT ENJI KOMA, I NEED NO INTRODUCTION WHEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN, I GET THE FUCK BACK UP AGAIN”

(I could probably have made it rhyme/fit in with the actual lyrics if I wanted to but unfortunately I’m too lazy OTL maybe some other time

Also fun fact if you didn’t get to that point in the manga: Kaneki does have his own 'ghouls of liberty’ now)

As for Furuta, I think he’s probably going to get a tragic backstory too- everyone in TG gets the angst treatment. Ishida’s probably going to expand on his daddy issues. Also, there’s that one birthday poem Ishida wrote for him that strongly implies he’s suicidal/places little value on his own life, plus the fact that we can already assume he had a terrible childhood.

I’ve never heard of that anime but now you make me want to watch it…is it really worth a watch despite the 'wth’ elements? (Your Lie in April was the only exception I made for romance animes, but I’m willing to give anything a try as long as it’s got decent character development, is respectful with whatever themes it chooses to handle and doesn’t have too much fanservice (because frankly I find anime fanservice more cringey than anything…I always feel so embarrassed for everyone involved when it happens XD)).

And oh, thanks for letting me know! :D I hope it wasn’t too weird of a request ^^;;

Thank you so much for the ‘ripped s/o’ request! :D I really liked it!

Like, maybe it’s just me but I think Viktor (once he got used to it) and/or Chris might actually think it was hot. Dunno, just, in VIktuuri I can see Viktor being the sub (plus it’s kinda obvious that he’s really, really into Eros!Yuuri) so I think he’d find the idea of his s/o being a powerhouse appealing…especially since they don’t look it outwardly (what with being so smol and cute). He’d probably be determined to 'unleash the beast’ lol

(or maybe it’s just my personal bias because while I don’t have much of a preference when it comes to figure I still think muscular women look great)

Yuuri would probably be very much in awe once he recovered from the shock.

As for JJ, I think once he stopped flailing around his reaction would be a mix of betrayal and slight jealousy- “Wait, so all those times I was totally not struggling to carry you bridal style, you could have told me there was a reason you’re so heavy! And also, did you just let me treat you like a fragile doll when you were actually (not) stronger than me all along? WERE YOU JUST STROKING MY EGO BABE NO

Also let’s go to the gym together as soon as possible because I cannot wait to kick your ass

Nobody is allowed to be stronger than the King JJ

Not even his girlfriend”

Then s/o picks him up, throws him over her shoulder and takes him to his bedroom like 'boi, you need to calm down’

Peek-a-boo!

“Nimura Furuta died this morning (if only). I need a favour.”

That seems so complicated >_< I think I’m gonna stick to trans!Mutsuki (referring with he/him), simply because I haven’t reached that part in the manga and am still in the ‘Mu is male’ mode. Yeee, I don’t wanna go into that part of the fandom, I get enough shit from the yoi fandom already. Gaah, it really is complicated. I mean, I’m open to any Mu and don’t quite care if he decides to be male/female or genderfluid or whatever. I just want everyone to be happy ;-; And that’ll never happen because we’re talking about TG here. No one can be happy. It’s simple impossible.

The only thing we need now is a Hamilton for Jean... Ye, I don’t quite think we’ll be getting one. Except for Eren, but that LEAVES ALL THE PROBLEMS WE’VE DISCUSSED. SHIT. I’d pay to see Jean singing Dear Theodosia.

We can add Hide and Peggy to the club of forgotten characters along with Hinami (she is being forgotten it seems) and a few other characters I can’t think of right now XD

That’s the problem with TG. Most AUs are impossible, since the characters just don’t fit the roles nicely, they’re too grey to fit in. Gdi Ishida, you love making us suffer.

Oh yeah, Urie would be the best Burr! He’s a calculating character who’ll kinda suck ass to advance in positions. To think that this guy’s my favourite character along with Haise/Kaneki and Ayato...

I WANNA SEE TSUKIYAMA RAPPING HELL YEAH HIS ACCENT WOULD MAKE IT SO MUCH BETTER LIKE, HED BE ABLE TO IMITATE LAFF SO WELL I AM CRYING HELP

You’ve seen my ‘I’ll manipulate everyone out’, didn’t you? That one fits evem worse than this, so shush. I did reach that part, tho. One of the last things I remember is that hella sexy white suit Kaneki panel. I liked that one a lot ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Doesn’t everyone in TG basically have a tragical backstory, though? Like, name one (1) character who lived a nice and happy life without daddy issues suicidal stuff and so on. There are none I can remember. Well, I guess you could say that Tsukiyama had a pretty nice childhood, but he’s pretty messed up now, so I don’t count him.

Hmm, I think some people would be able to ignore them, but I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t like the anime. I mean, it’s quite rushed with little character development and has sO MANY WTH MOMENTS, HE’S 15 FOR FUCKS SAKE, WHY DOES HE SLEEP NAKED WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INNUENDOS WHY DO THEY KISS IT LOOKS CREEPY WHYYYYY

No, don’t watch that anime. If you want to watch a romance anime that’s really good and has development, watch Kyoukai no Kanata. AND MAGI. AND HOUKAGO NO PLEIADES. I can always hit you up with anime suggestions if you need them *finger guns (and ships)*

Ooh, I like those additions so much! Would you mind if I added them to the actual post?

#evans #tokyo ghoul anon #submission

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