#my school is drowning meee

[splotchy-sketches]

The Story of a moose and a nerd

Chapter Moose

Shmorbu was born on a moose ranch, deep in the Canadian wilderness. They would later go on to get a mooselerate-degree in syrup production from the university of antlers.

It was a crisp winter day, Shmorbu was in Connecticut working on bettering the syrup industry as a whole. They were drinking fresh hot moose milk when they decided to stop by a bookery. Their hooves grazed over the wildlife section, then the antler maintenance section. Then they stopped. Between the looming shelves sat a nerd. The nerd looked up at the moose-human and smiled.

“Meerrrph hump *Other moose noises*” Shmorbu expelled

“Oh, hello there, I’m hella British. I like your curly moose hair” The nerd spoke, slightly muffled by the pages of their book

Their conversation was cut short as more people entered the bookery, they appeared to be high school students attending Stars Hollow High. They all seemed focused on finding their reading material, shoving Shmorbu aside, drowning the nerd in a sea of more nerds.

Shmorbu began heading back to their Moose-tel room to continue their work. A frigid winter breeze blew in from their window, as they raked through their thoughts. Who was that nerd? Why do I want to talk to that nerd more? Am I a nerd? Their thoughts were interrupted when they realized their fur had grown sticky with blueberry syrup. The fur was glopped together in over-sweetened clomps. They decided to tend to their business and told me the sexy narrator to buzz off.

Meanwhile, our nerd had fled the overcrowded bookery and decided to seek haven in Kim’s Antiques. They leafed through the pages of their fluffy smchoopsy book. They had started thinking about that moose-human they had met just hours before. Why is there a moose in Stars Hollow? Am I gay? Is Minnesota real? They made it their mission to track down that moose, they rushed to a window armed with binoculars they had for some reason, through the window they could peer into the Independence Inn. They witnessed the vague silhouette of the moose human de-syruping. They quietly wondered if it counted as real syrup. They then packed their things to formulate a plan for how to conveniently meet the moose again.

Chapter Dos

The nerd was booking fiercely on how to track meese guidebooks. They figured out that the best thing to do was leave nude pancakes in a trail for where they wanted the moose to go. To the kitchen! They began forcefully throwing pancake ingredients into the bowl. They had created moose bait! They left their booking-oriented home to create a trail for the moose. They decided getting the moose home wasn't enough, they were going to set the trail to Canada.

Shmorbu awoke to the distinctive scent of nude pancakes, skin cakes if you will. It was in their DNA to secrete moose juice (syrup) onto the cakes and eat them ravenously. They began following the trail, the scent getting strong, a growing sense of familiarity. One thousand seven hundred and eighty-six miles later, Shmorbu was face to face with the nerd, the nerd looked down at shmorbu and smiled.

“I thought I wouldn't see you again!” The nerd spoke softly

“Meee Oph Ahhgg” Shmorbu replied

“Could you speak more clearly govna’” the nerd side British

“Ahem, pardon me my tall maple leaf, I have been thinking of you ever so much” Shmorbu explained in an Australian accent

“Does your fur taste like syrup?” The nerd asked earnestly

“Yes, feel free to lick me in a respectful, non-seggsy way :)” Shmorbu Replied

And so the two licked the syrup secretions off of shmorbu in a not-tense completely-platonic way.

Shmorbu decided to take the nerd to their hometown and show the nerd around.

“Excuse me but might you have a name?” Shmorbu asked

“My name is Nerdando Nerdaquis but everyone calls me Nerd!” The nerd replied with enthusiasm.

They caught a moose taxi and headed to the moose ranch where Shmorbu was born at.

“Look at this mess, soulless moose-breeding. I wish there were other ways to create hyper-intelligent moose people in this cold Canadian world” Shmorbu whined

“We could make some…” The nerd suggested sheepishly

“And by that, we mean stealing a normal moose from Minnesota and raising it like a human shield right?” Shmorbu clarified

The nerd and Shmorbu smiled at the sexy narrator proud of their plan.

They soon after decided it was time to plan the wedding.

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part four

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— first time ❀ ✧

— truly, madly, deeply ☾ ❀

— caught ☾ ❀ ( part two )

— forever ☾ ( GIMME A PART 2 PLEASE )

— 5 days, one boat ✧

— finally ❀

— holiday in the sun ( heartbroken rn )

— high in love and cocanie ✧

— the internship ( series )

— better ☾ ❀

— stranger in my bed ( A MASTERPIECE )

— november rain ❀ ☾

— brother may i ( this series omfg- )

— sex with my ex ✧ ☾

— the devil you once knew ❀ ✧ ( softy rafe <3 )

— i want you ☾

— we’re not friends ✧

— happy place ☾ ( part 2, part 3 )

— single ☾ ❀

— you’re secrets safe with me ✧ ☾

— ambivalence ( im always re-reading this series omfg )

— sweet as honey ❀ ☾

— parties, enemies and desires ✧

— sorry will never be enough ☾ ( part 2, SOBBING RN )

— 5 am ✧

jj maybank

— jj maybank x reader ☾

— having sex with jj ✧ ( i wish )

— secrets ☾ ( part two )

— high school sweethearts ❀ ( 😩 )

— collateral ☾

— the affect of keeping secrets ☾

— ransom ☾ ( so good omggg )

— feels too good ✧

— wasted time & talent ☾

— turn ons ✧ ☆

— eventually ☾

— collateral ☾ ( part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 )

— red hot candy ☾ ❀ ( this fic >>> )

— water fountain ☾

— dating jj maybank ☆

— right to love ☾

sarah cameron

— seeing stars ✧

— carrera ❀ ( why not meeee )

— stargazing ✧

— used to the cold ☾

— windowsill ✧ ( lord i- )

— sisters girlfriend ☾ ( NO WHY )

— open eyes ✧

— a new kind of love ❀

— bathroom ✧ ( i- )

— swim ❀

pope heyward

— my angel my darling ☾ ❀

— high rider ✧

— something new ☾ ❀ ( luv luv luvvvv )

— better things to come ❀

— where’s the love ☾ ❀

— under loves heavy burden ☾ ( my heart = shattered )

— perfectly imperfect ☾ ❀

— exploration ✧

— doing it all for love ☾ ❀

— skin ❀

barry

— our little family ❀ ( fluff overload omfg )

— need you ❀

— lazy morning lovin ✧

— indebted to you ❀ ( i luv thissss )

— complicated ☾ ❀

— unexpected surprises ❀ ( sobbing, screaming & crying )

— attention ❀

— this ✧ ( i absolutely love this but i can’t find a name )

— drown ❀

john b

— beer kegs and jealous boyfriends ❀

— r u mine? ☾

— sharing is caring ✧ ( as sarah paulson said, im a whore )

— giggles mcgee ❀

— for you, anything ☾ ❀ ( thisssss )

— marks ❀ ☾

— bell tower ✧

— hammer to fall ☾ ❀ ( this is 2 cute )

— casanova ✧ ☾ ❀

— if you ever want to be in love ❀ ☾ ( the end 😖 )

— primal ✧ ( i- )

kiara carrara

— nothing more ❀ ( lmaooooo )

— that’s what you get ✧ ( lawd- )

— soulmate ❀ ☾

— kissing girls ❀ ( ugh why not meee )

— stay ☾

— secret pics ✧ ( i want this so bad 😩 )

— dormmate blues ❀

— for forever ☾ ❀

— lucky ❀ ( so cuteeee )

— bad girl ✧

a/n: happy mayyyy 💐

[the-void-i-scream-into]

White Tulips - Cut Chapter

Hey Everyone. I hope who ever reads this is happy and healthy. So I wrote this idea for my Han Seojun x Kang Sujin fanfic but it didn’t really fit the story at the time, even though I had set it up in the published story twice, so I cut it. But I still loved this idea so I wanted to share it here. 

I would have shared it earlier but I was trying to get the Joseon Era AU started before that but man, have I been struggling with that story. Writing historic fanfic is HARD! Anyway I still wanted to leave this here. Hope you all like it. 

Pairing: Kang Sujin x Han Seojun

Word Count: 1.7k 

Rating: Slightly Mature... or maybe PG 15? I dunno. I am bad with ratings

i.

For all of his flaws, Han Seojun had one thing going for him. He was unashamed. Unashamed of his slight lack of academic intelligence, unashamed of his troublemaker persona, and definitely unashamed of losing to Kang Sujin at everything imaginable.

“Ah-nee, how could you get so good at basketball?” He panted, pulling up his shirt to wipe his brow, not because he was sweaty, but because he wanted Sujin to stare at his abs.

“I was always good, Han Seojun.” Sujin said proudly, holding the basketball by her waist as she unabashedly eyed his abs. “I told you, I was just off my game that day.”

“You were distracted by my face.” Seojun smirked.

“Of course, I was. I had a massive crush on you.” She grinned, kissing him.

“Ooooh, chagi, you had a crush on meee.” Seojun teased like a school boy who had discovered her most embarrassing secret.

“We’re practically married.” Sujin pointed out dryly, the fact that they had been together for over a year now.

“Still.” Seojun grinned.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I finally did beat you.” Sujin countered.

Seojun didn’t tell her that he had let her win today. Her loved her competitiveness and the giddy way she grinned when she won. If Seojun could, he would let her win everything her heart desired. But this he would never tell her, mostly because she would kill him. And Seojun really wanted to live, especially now that he had someone else to live with.

“Technically, we’re at a draw. You only cancelled out your win from back then.” He stated. The two had started packing their things. Sujin dumped her water bottle in their gym bag.

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m about to win this argument.” Sujin grinned an evil grin, leaning closer. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “I know your big secret.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Seojun smirked. He was an open book, there was nothing he ever hid from anyone. And even if he did, there was nothing he was ashamed of.

Sujin took out her phone and pressed play.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

“Told you I would find out.” Sujin’s evil grin spread wide as Seojun’s smug smile wavered.

Oh no.

It turned out that here indeed was one thing that Han Seojun was ashamed of.

“Ya, Kang Sujin!” Seojun went for her phone but she bounced out of his way, skipping backward.

“What’s wrong, Seojun-ah? Don’t like this song?” She asked in mock innocence.

Oh God, the horror. The pain, the anguish! The embarrassment!

“Ya! Come here!” Seojun ran after her and she sprinted away from him, running around the court. “Stop playing that!”

“No way. This is my new favorite song.” Sujin shouted back breathlessly as she ran full speed. Seojun caught up with her and she squealed and laughed as he held her by the waist.

“Are you not going to stop?” He didn’t lunge for her phone. Instead opted to tickle her, making her squeal some more, laughing uncontrollably.

“I cave! I cave!” She said, her eyes tearing up from the laughing.

Seojun took her phone and turned off the song. Sujin was red from laughter and Seojun felt an ache to kiss her then and there. But he didn’t want to encourage her triggering the PTSD he had from that embarrassing incident in high school.

“Lim Jukyung is such a traitor. I can’t believe she told you.”

“I’m your girlfriend. Of course, she told me. Shouldn’t I know you were dancing around half naked in front of another woman?” Sujin wiped the tears from her eyes, still shaking from the aftershocks of laughing.

“Aish! That was so embarrassing. I never want to remember that happened.” Seojun admitted, going red as he thought back to when he had been dancing around in his house, wearing nothing but his underwear and had failed to notice that Lim Jukyung had been there with his sister the entire time.

“Waeeee? I find it funny.” And then she burst out laughing again. Han Seojun walked away in a huff. He couldn’t face the embarrassment any longer, especially not in front of Sujin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sujin chased after him.

Han Seojun would have buried the incident again, along with his memory of that song but then there it was again.

That dreaded song.

They were having lunch with everyone; Jukyung, Suho, Taehoon, Suah and his squad with Chorong, when suddenly, he heard the tune faintly.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun thought he was imagining it. But then Sujin took out her phone and the song played clearer. That damn woman had set it as her ring tone.

That dreaded song.

“Oops, getting a call. Be right back.” Sujin said with just enough pretend innocence that it passed off as sincere to others, but he knew. He knew.

Han Seojun glared at Jukyung accusingly and she made an apologetic face. Luckily, no one else seemed to pick up on Seojun’s discomfort. Suho did give him a pointed look but Suho knew that he did not have the privilege of making fun of Seojun the way Sujin did. And that wasn’t a matter of Seojun getting mad at him. It was a matter of Kang Sujin destroying anyone who would say one syllable against her boyfriend.

“Sujinnie,” Seojun pouted like a child that night as they made dinner, “I don’t like your ringtone.”

Her phone had been ringing all day. A little too frequently, Seojun had noticed. It was almost as if Sujin had scheduled all of her calls to today just to mess with him.

“Oh, should I change it?” She asked causally, “Okay, you pick something you like.”

Seojun grinned and padded over to the counter, setting her ringtone to one of his songs.

That night Seojun had gone to sleep thinking that chapter of his embarrassing event was over. He dreamed peacefully of being on stage and serenading Sujin with the songs he had written for her. But then his dream was interrupted with that jingle again.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun woke up with a gasp. No, it wasn’t just his dream. The song was actually playing. Sujin stirred and shut off her alarm.

Her alarm that was set to play Okey Dokey.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Seojun screamed in his head, cursing the storm he imagined himself drowning in. He loved Kang Sujin. He could never deny her anything, even if it led to his own torment.

But why, why out of everything she had to choose this.

Sujin got up, and didn’t even notice Seojun stuff his head in his pillow as she went to the bathroom.

“Hyung, are you okay?” One of his bandmates asked upon seeing Seojun’s dark circles and dead expression.

“Huh? I’m okey, dokey.” He responded dreamily. The band member backed away in concern.

ii.

Ever since they had gotten close, Seojun had stopped challenging her. True, they would still tease and play the push-pull game but it wasn’t like it had been before. Before they had felt like equals. Now it felt like Sujin had all the power and oddly enough, she didn’t like that. She worried it might get too boring for Han Seojun. She worried it wasn’t good for him to coddle her so much. He needed to have just as much of a say in things as she did.

She had meant the song to just stir some new challenge between them. He would respond with embarrassment and demand that she gets rid of the song. He would finally set a line for her; a restriction and she would comply to and balance would be restored. No longer would she be the one dictating everything.

But it had the opposite effect. Sujin hadn’t realized how it was torturing him till she saw him jump when they passed by a store that had been coincidentally playing the song.

“It’s following me.” Seojun had hissed. Sujin became worried she had gone too far. She hadn’t realized how much the incident had affected him.

Fortunately, Sujin knew what to do.

Come home early tonight. Sujin’s text came.

“Is everything okay?” He asked the second he entered. Sujin never asked him to be home early, knowing his busy schedule. He was lucky that his other band mate had gotten ill, and practice had been cancelled.

“Yeah, gimme a minute!” Sujin called from their bedroom.

Seojun threw his jacket on the sofa and unbuttoned his sleeves, getting ready to make dinner. But then he froze.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

He groaned, “Aaaaah, chagiiii! Geuman-hae already.” He turned and then froze again, dropping his phone on the floor.

In the door frame of their bedroom stood Kang Sujin wearing leopard print camisole and a blue bathrobe, striking an exaggerated dancing pose. The camisole reached just below her thighs. The rest of her long, long, long legs were available for him to gawk at.

Seojun gulped. Good God.

You ready?

I'm ready

Yea, okey dokey yo

Sujin began dancing to the song just like he had, singing along as she moved through the hallway with the graceful movements of a more practiced dancer. It was funny but all too captivating at the same time.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

She came in and danced her way to the fridge, taking out a water bottle, and pouring it over her head.

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

She didn’t have the chance to continue as Seojun picked her up in his arms. She squealed in joy as he kissed her.

“Ah, Kang Sujin that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He said, leaning her over as she laughed.

Seojun forgot all about the song as he bridal carried a squealing Sujin to their room. They both fell down on the bed, laughing. Sujin ran a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Sujinnie. Guess what underwear I’m wearing today.” Seojun grinned.

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Red Eyes

A celebrity is someone famous, not only for their blessings of beauty and knowledge, but for the hard path they have chosen to waik upon, However it can also be a double edged sword,for as one mishap of a wrong doing can end up being attacked by their followers, 

Thus the role of being a celebrity is somewhat both an incredible achievement and a poise you have to maintained.Thus you have to bottle your emotions,for as you have the role of being a major role model for everyone. Anger, Sadness, Jelousy, and even kindness, people will always interpret it,,,, as another..

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{Shinjuku Academy}   

It is nightime Shinjuku, Thus, every student is safely inside their assigned dorm rooms, patroling the area out incase someone violates curfew, two teachers are assigned to patrol around the school, 

However two unsuspecting figures managed to escape their rooms and quietly make their way towards Shinjuku  Academy, What could they be doing at night that will cause them punishment?, And why at night specificly? 

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Student 1: Did you bring it? 

A tall figure in a black jacket and pants quietly asked their accomplice, as they brought out a can of spray paint. 

Student 2:Yeah,here. 

Student 1: Awesome!, now then,,,Take this Harumo! 

Student 2: Hahaha! 

Furiosly spraying the wall,as if it was a canvas, the duo sprayed all around the wall as they write down letters that will cause a certain someone trouble 

As they humbly sleep peacefully in their dorm room, dreaming peacefully and softly smiling as if they are having a wonderful time in their mind space. 

Student 2: Dude,We better hurry before the teachers hear us! 

Student 1: Hold on, I have to put that bastard’s name on it! 

The second figure peaks to the side to check if they are nearby,

Student 1: Alright done!, Lets go!,...

Student 2: I can’t wait to see the look on that idiot’s dumb face when they get framed!

Student 1: Haha!, Yeah! 

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{Narrator}:What awaits your tomorrow Dear Harumo? 

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{Next Day}

{Shinjuku Academy} 

You and your guildmates have just passed the entrance of the school, When Shiro noticed something strange.

Shiro: I wonder whats going on over there? 

Looking upon the crowd of shocked students as they look upon wall, as the teachers are trying to get things around. 

Kengo: Hey!, what the heck is going on here!?

Kengo asked a neaby student and said: Harumo spray painted the wall.

Shiro and Kengo: WHAT! 

Harumo: Me!?,,

Ryota: Guys!, hah...hah...someone spray painted the wall, and...Harumo’s name is on it! 

Harumo: What!, but i ! 

Kengo: What the hell are they taiking about! 

Shiro: Its ludicrious for them think that! 

Ryota: I don’t believe its Harumo either,but they are making sound as if you did it! 

Harumo: Who?

Student 1: Hey look guys its the culprit who spraypainted on it! 

Student 2: Why did you vandalised our school like that!? 

All turn to gase you as they await your explanation. 

Harumo: It wasn’t me! 

Student 1: Yeah, tell that when your name is on it! 

Kengo: Time to beat the shit outta him!   

Shiro: Kengo stop, you’ll only make it worse! 

Kengo: This assholes need a beating if they whats coming for them! 

Harumo: For the last time!, I DID NOT DO IT! 

Student 1: Yeah,yeah, criminals always lie whenever they did something wrong! 

Student 2: Criminal! .Criminal!.

Ryota: Hey! Stop calling Harumo a criminal!, They will never do something like that! 

Student 1: Then explain the grafiti then! 

Ryota: Grrr..

Student 1: Yeah just like i thought!, Nothing!,Hey criminal! hu...

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Harumo: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Like a thunderbolt you violently rushed towards the cocky bastard pushing them against the grafitied wall and gripped they’re neck tightly  as you look at them furiosly in the eye,staring as if you’re gase is like someone had been bottling up they’re pent up aggresion, and only now you are able to release it like nuclear bomb. as the color of eyes changed into a crimson,glare, almost as if a predator is about to bare his fangs on their prey. As you growled, fist clenched and hand on them tight as a rope, 

Student 2: Hey! what the heck let him go...!

Harumo: GRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Student 2: Graagghh,,Le...meee....gooo!

Harumo: GRAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!,, 

Ryota: Harumo, stop! 

Kengo: Partner!, you’re gonna kill them! 

Shiro: Kengo! help me, loosen his grip! 

Ryota embraced you from behind as the two try to loosen your grip on them, slowly the two about to drown students are about to run of oxygen,as you blocked they’re airways with your tight grip. 

Ryota: Harumo...Please stop!...Please...

Kengo: Harumo...thats enough or you’ll end up killin them! 

Toji: Forgive me later Harumo...

Ryota: Toji?

{Toji knocked the anger filled student cold} 

Toji: Get Harumo to the clinic, I’ll deal with this two..

Kengo: Shiro,Ryota, take care of Harumo for now,{ Clicks his neck} 

Toji: Takabushi, I trust you’ll only knock them out..

Shiro: Kengo, don’t be an idiot!, you’ll only get in trouble, worse you might even get expelled! 

Kengo: I couldn’t care less!, IM MAD! 

Shiro: Kengo think about this! if you do this, you’ll never see Harumo again! 

Eyes widening in realisation, as his gritted expression turn to an expression as if he’s gotta comeback to finish you two off. 

Kengo: Dammit...Fine..Toji im leaving them to you! 

Toji: All of you get out now!, Now. i have some questions needed to be filled! 

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Kengo: I gotcha Harumo..

Ryota: ....Harumo.....

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{Shennong’s Clinic} 

Cold air from the ac,fills the room,you’re cooped up in, as you make out what appears to be clinic, 

Harumo: What ...happened?

You rub your head as you feel your head spinning almost as the blood on your head going everywhere, 

Harumo: Wait.....

{Remembers the incident} 

Harumo: I...i almost...

Hands shaking from fear, you took a moment to get your bearings in order.        

{Door opens} 

Shennong: You’re awake..

Harumo: Shennong what happened? 

Shennong: You passed out, probably from the stress, your friends brought you here, Fortunately, the students you strangled are fine.   

Harumo: I...almost killed them......

Shennong: .....

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Mr Mononobe: Harumo..Thank goodness you’re awake..

Harumo: {Hugs Mr Mononobe} 

The moment you come into contact, you let it all out..as tears flow and drip on Mr Mononobe’s polo. buried in his abs, as you can feel the rockyness of it as you hurt yourself a little from the impact.. 

Mr Mononobe: There..there..Harumo..

Shennong:I’ll let the other teachers know.. 

Mr Mononobe: Thank you Mr Shennong keep up the good work!

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{Hallway}

Mr Mononobe: Shhhh...Don’t taik now..I’ll take you to your room,

Harumo: But i..

Mr Mononobe: The other students have already spread rumors about your recent outburst lately, and...it could affect you..

Harumo: Oh..okay...Thank you Mr Mononobe.

Mr Mononobe: Its only natural i care for my students.

.Harumo: Im sure everyone thinks im a monster now..

Mr Mononobe:...I don’t think you are..

Harumo: I nearly killed them!,

Mr Mononobe: But you didn’t.. 

Harumo: Thats because i blacked out! .

Mr Mononobe: And? 

Harumo: And??..

Mr Mononobe: If you truly call yourself a monster,then those wouldn’t be in the office right now.

Mr Mononobe: “A monster is being whom only exist to bring destruction”.

Harumo:....

Mr Mononobe: You need time to cool off and think rationally. I’ll inform Shiro that i brought you to your dorm. So don’t worry about them.. 

Harumo:..Okay...Thanks again Mr Mononobe,

Mr Mononobe: Just doing my job..

{Dorm room} 

Harumo:.....

“A monster is a being whom only exist to brin destruction”

Laying on your bed,facing the sceiling. while recalling your outburst on the two students.. the very thought of it,makes you jump out in shocked as you stare at both of your rugged hands,probably from the tightness you were gripping caused it. 

Harumo:.....

{Knock Knock} 

???: Harumo,are you there? can i come in? 

Harumo: That voice...

{Door opens} 

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Ryota: Harumo!..You’re okay.. 

Harumo: Ryota, why are you here?

Ryota: Hehe. i sneaked out, preteding i was going to the bathroom, 

Harumo: Ryota{ Hugs Ryota} 

Ryota: sHHH..its  Okay..im here for you Harumo...

Harumo:*sobbing on Ryota’s shoulders* 

Ryota: Lets sit down Harumo..

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Ryota: Are you feeling okay now? 

Harumo: A ...little...

Both of you sat to next to each other on the bed, as Ryota gave his bottle of juice to the crying young man.. 

Ryota: ...Good news!,Toji caught the culprits who tried to framed you, 

Harumo: Really?!, who was it? 

Ryota: It was those two.

Harumo: ..Okay..

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Registering the goodnews. you can’t help but remember the way you strangle them without mercy as you are lost in your own train of thought, from it, Silence fills the room as you sip from the straw. Ryota breaks the silence.  

Ryota: I’ve never seen you act like that Harumo...

Harumo: .....Yeah....me too...

Ryota: Do you....want to taik about it? 

Harumo:......

Ryota: Harumo..you know im always here for you, so does Shiro, Kengo, Moritaka,and Toji, We’re all here for you..If you want to taik I’ll listen to every word.so please don’t ..hold it in .

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Harumo: Am i a monster?..

Ryota: Off course not! why would you think of that!

Harumo:” A monster only exists to bring destruction” thats what Mr Mononobe said, But the more i think about it, the more its ...its actually true..

Ryota: You are not a monster Harumo.. You’ve never been one, ever since we’ve met on the park, 

Ryota: Do you remember,what i said about you could have saved yourself if you just abandoned me..

Harumo:....

Ryota: You didn’t abandoned me,and you saved me, even though we were strangers that time, if you really are a monster then i wouldn’t be here taiking to you, i would have been in Oni’s stomach by now..

Harumo: But i....

Ryota: You didn’t killed them,, and thats whats important right now... 

Harumo: {Stares at his shaking hands} 

Ryota: Harumo...

The orange chubby places a gentle hand, to ease your quivering palms, you can feel the warmness in them as you feel the soft touch of his skin coming into contact with your rugged hands. and places it on his cheek. 

Your quivering expression turns to shocked as you stare upon Ryota directly into his peach colored eyes. But you look as if you’re staring directly to his warm soul, that it almost made you tear up..And as you do, 

 Harumo: Ryota....!  

Ryota:......

You embraced the chubby cinnamon roll slightly tight, as you cry on his shoulders on the other one, While Ryota gently strokes your fluffy greyish hair, and closes his eyes as you let it all out, 

Embraced in a warming matter, the hallway echoes your emotions,for as the sun rays down on an warming atmosphere, making it much more ....peaceful... 

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[muichiroslover]

Hello bbg! How have you been! Mama Aine is here to save you from drowning in your school work! It shall pass with time sweetie!! 💓 you’ll be okay ❤️

I’m sure you’re sleep deprived with never ending work to do, but please try to get power naps and hydrate well alright!! ❤️

aineeeeeeeeㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

What day is it i feel like i haven’t seen light in days!! Thank you for checking on meee im gonna cryy, im so glad summer is approaching so I can be active with everyone again ㅠㅠ❤️❤️🫶

You are so right😭😭 but don’t worry I’ll try to take as much power naps as possible and drink tons of water!!

When summer comes prepare for Rin’s big comeback! I have piles of angst plots calling my name! Stay tuned 🫶❤️❤️

Love you mommm, hope you’re doing alright too and i hope work is treating you well! I miss you smmm and thank you for just being youu!!🫶🫶❤️❤️

[luminous-studiess]

Ummm so I'm new to tumblr so don't judge if I did something wrong.Ummm how can I be like you? Like you know? Productive and smart.I always push myself but ended up being distracted by things (I have adhd and depression).I can't even remember anything after.I suffer,and continue suffering, from my mental illnesses.I just can't keep myself on track.My family makes fun of me for trying.I'm actually trying to find a part time job here but nothing hires minors.Idk please help meee.

hi, friend! answer under the cut because this will be long. 

please know you’re doing nothing wrong, and that the fact you keep trying to become better and to push yourself to always get things done despite difficult circumstances already shows that you ARE already productive and smart. 

second, it also helped me when i was struggling very heavily last year to learn  two things: 1) there will always be particularly bad days when you live with mental illness, but all the little efforts you take, it slowly does get less difficult. getting better does not mean completely getting rid of all the symptoms you experience, but mostly just learning the best ways and small, gentle things you can do for yourself to manage your condition. this really requires a gentle but firm balance between pushing yourself to do the things you absolutely need to do, but also knowing when what level of work/school/self-care or hobbies is the limit, so that you don’t get too overwhelmed.  this means most of the time, you don’t have to worry about being productive for its own sake. it helps me when i feel like i’m drowning to know how little i can do/the most non-negotiable bare minimum, that still helps me not to fall behind.

^ this is a small, cheap pad of sticky notes i carry with me throughout my entire day. it’s only big enough so that i can only write a few school tasks/personal things i need to do/chores, which helps me evaluate what exactly i can only get done, especially on days where i don’t feel well. checking off absolutely everything on my tiny list makes me feel like i’ve accomplished a lot, because i i have-- they aren’t necessarily a lot of tasks, but they’re the ones that i know really do need to get done. it also helps me focus when i have a lot of nervous energy, and have a panicked sense of “so many things need to get done!!!?” because i can give myself a bit of time to sit down, maybe turn on an episode of a show i like or make some coffee, and write down my tasks. it really helps me with the faint, tiny guilt and dread i used to feel day by day that i was being unproductive or lazy, because now i know i’ve fulfilled all my obligations to myself (everything from doing laundry, to making dinner) and to other people (schoolwork and other tasks). it’s okay to move at the pace that’s only possible for you right now. it’s better to feel comfortable with the smallest things you can do, and build on that as the days come. 2) getting distracted is normal, given Everything Happening Right Now, plus with a mental health condition that makes it hard to focus. it can also be hard to remember things when i study, because of my own health conditions, but i’ve found that the following things have helped: regarding distraction - use a small system that keeps you from accessing any distractions when you need to get something done. i try to leave my non-essential device in another room, and set up a timer-based blocker, to limit the websites i access. - i try to acknowledge the distractions as they come, and try to figure out why: am i hungry? am i tired? have i gotten enough sleep? do i need a break? if it isn’t anything serious, i just acknowledge that i’ve gone briefly off-track-- without guilt, without judgment. then i try to turn my mind back to the task at hand. - a good ambient playlist can make me feel more focused during hard tasks in the sense that i have some form of stimulation to keep the “itchiness” at bay. video game soundtracks and film soundtracks are also wonderful for long, tricky tasks.  - sometimes i just have to start to feel motivated-- the focus actually comes in in the middle of the task. the fact of starting something may actually make you feel motivated.

- procrastinate productively: sometimes when i really don’t want to study i turn on a movie or a show and use the time to clean my room or fold laundry. my life still feels put-together, and i enjoyed myself! win-win.

- and sometimes i realize that focus may be impossible at the moment: take a break, go for a run, do something you like, take a nap.  regarding learning and remembering things i used to have the worst time recalling things for school, until i prioritized two things: SLEEP, and not cramming. i used to get extremely poor grades in my first year of law school because i would put off studying at the last and latest moment-- a few days before exams, pulling all-nighters right up until the hour the exam started. i would also just use my free time to scroll on social media, instead of taking a nap or going to bed early. this was absolutely wrong. during the exam, i couldn’t recall anything because i was too tired, too frazzled, probably didn’t have breakfast, and because i had started and finished half a semester of reading in one night. my grades have gotten much better lately-- i’d like to think it’s because i’ve centered it around two things: (a) getting enough sleep every single night (helpful ESPECIALLY if you have health problems-- mental or physical), and (b) making exam day the least stressful it can be. how do i do this? - this means not only learning things for the exam, but also for classes on a daily period. you don’t have to study particularly hard, but you just have to study enough that you can understand what the professor is saying in class. set definite study hours every day, stop at a very specific and reasonable hour, and go to bed. try to get at least 6 hours of sleep. sleep helps me absorb everything better (idk science but this is from experience and also some very smart people i know ALSO prioritize getting sleep). wake up at a reasonable hour.  - how to study: read the syllabus, and try to get a decent overview of all the topics you need to cover before you start testing/making flashcards/doing active recall (which is IMPORTANT bc this helps you actually train your brain to retrieve information). imho as someone low-energy i find that rewriting notes/making reviewers/making flashcards makes me very tired and leaves very little time for actual studying, so it just helps to test myself by looking at the syllabus and trying to explain the concept to myself, then peeking at the textbook or materials to see what i’m missing. mind-maps are also energy-efficient ways of figuring out how concepts fit together. - how to study for exams: the very latest you should start is a week ahead. two weeks ahead is ideal. map out how much information you need to re-learn from the syllabus. move slowly with the aim of finishing the coverage by the first week. the second is for reviewing and RESTING. - THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EXAM: do a final, gentle survey over the topics you may not understand. stop at 10 pm. go to sleep.  - EXAM DAY: you’ve done the work. take the time to eat breakfast, test yourself SLOWLY AND GENTLY (avoid reading huge chunks of textbook at this point-- youll only confuse yourself), and set up your workspace to take the exam. crush said exam. as a final note: it can be hard to get things done when the people closest to you aren’t supportive. try to reach out on studyblr and find discord study with me servers, or study communities on reddit (they’re actually really nice), or with students in your class. if you need to talk, just dm me. you can do this friend, okay? take care always. gentler days will come. 

[chibi-chanforever]

𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤||𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖||

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader 

Summary :  Your world was awfully small. It was a simple puzzle and the biggest piece belonged to this one person named Kuroo Tetsurō. However, as time passes Kuroo’s puzzle gains another important piece and in your anxiety to not lose him to someone else you decide to add that piece to your life as well. So you're introduced to Kozume Kenma, who you only saw as a package deal that comes with ‘Tetsu’. As the years passed feelings changed, what once was childish adoration bloomed into the flower of youthful affection. What you didn’t realise is that in order to protect your flower that grew for Kuroo, you began plucking petals off the flower that bloomed for you.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: bullying! Self-hate and little fluff?

Special thanks to @ssrated1volleyballplayer ​ for beta reading!!

  It was the first day of elementary school, and all you could think of was

 “ Ｈｅｌｐ！” That was all that was coursing through your brain.

 That's the only word your mind could conjure throughout the day. It struck your mind when you were introduced to the class, and it struck again when whispers about your father swam through the sea of students. It echoed through your mind once more, when you sat in the playground, all alone, trying to eat your lunch while you felt the  innumerable eyes that bore into the back of your head. Particularly now, the word was blaring through your skull, whilst some random strangers who met just a few seconds ago began to tear your books apart and push you down.

 You were terrified and frozen but what were you supposed to do? In an attempt to escape you bit someone’s hand, and you know you had been successful when you heard a loud screech. You tried to run;  Nausea grew in the pit of your stomach, your head was pounding and your eyes were burning with tears. But you couldn't get far, one of the boys had gotten ahold of your hair and yanked you back. He threw you on the ground while you sobbed in pain. Those kids began kicking you in the stomach and you choked on air.

 You regretted existing in the first place. First your dad left you and now this? You must've done something really awful for this to happen to you. Maybe you deserved it, but the pain was getting too hard to bear. You wanted to scream for help, raise your voice, but all you could do was choke on the still air, lungs begging for an opportunity to breathe. Black spots have begun to appear in the corners of your vision and you think that you’re going to pass out soon.

 But suddenly, the assault comes to a halt and you hear a series of grunts followed by someone shouting

“You better run jerks!” The voice was a symphony to bleeding ears, but you’re too tired to look up. You took several big gulps of air, trying to get as much oxygen in your lungs while you have the chance. You wanted to run from there but your limbs wouldn't move an inch. You try to sit up and it feels like you’re drowning in water, the voice talking to you feels muddled and jagged. Suddenly, a mess of black enters your vision and you try to focus on it, but it keeps moving so much.

 You reach out slowly, and you grasp black tuffs hair. The boy looks up, and you come face to face with an angel.

  “W-who-” You manage to stutter out, before falling into a fit of coughs.

 “Hey are you alright?” The boy asks and  you try to nod the best you can, but nausea hits you as you feel bile rise up at the back of your throat.

 “I’m Kuroo Tetsurō, but you can call me Tetsu, hey! your leg looks pretty bad.” ‘Tetsu’, the boy continues to ramble, while you try your best to not puke.

 “Hey! Are you listening to me? Hellooooo earth to chibi-chan? My name is Tetsu, you’re y/n right!? Do you hear me?  Hell-  AHHHHHHHHH” 'Tetsu' shrieks as you puke all over his shoes.

 The next thing you know that this ‘Tetsu’ guy  is following you everywhere, relentlessly asking questions about your name, why you were named like that? Did you like cats? What was your favourite food? Which cartoons do you watch? Have you ever seen a panda? The questions went on and on. You were hesitant in the beginning, trying to answer them all with vague brief responses.

 You were scared, ‘Why would someone want to be friends with you out of the blue? Why did he keep following you?Did he just want to use you?’ such thoughts plagued your mind.

 But after some incessant nagging, and robbing/force feeding of bentos, strangely you slowly warmed up to Tetsu. Gradually, you began looking forward to seeing this cheerful guy with bed hair who made each day feel like spring and honey.

 You started spending every passing moment with Tetsu. He made you feel special, wanted even; He calmed the worst fears you had about yourself. Any time you called out to him or needed him, he was always there and it made your heart melt every single time. He was a Genie and you felt like Aladdin with uncountable wishes. No one had cared so much about you. He would always cuddle with you during sleepovers, especially when you were sick. He would always make sure that he was at your house when you were in trouble, or needed some help.

 When you had chicken pox, he didn’t care - he wanted it too! You had a snot-filled nose; He would take the tissue and wipe it.. You’d always yell at him, saying that it's gross but, he said  “Nothing about you is gross” with that smug grin of his and your face would turn red before you would punch him in the stomach.

 Whenever you were with Tetsu, you always felt light as a feather, like no one could bring you down. This world was cruel, demeaning and ruthless and Tetsu felt like your only haven, where you could cozy up and be yourself.

 You had a few friends in elementary school now all thanks to Tetsu. And you were spending your lunch break chatting with them, as Tetsu was getting lectured by the teacher for some mischief he had done.

 ‘Typical of Tetsu to fall in trouble, when will that dumbhead learn. I'm going to smack his head when he ge-’ Your thoughts were stopped short when someone calls out your name.

 “What happened?” you asked.

 “We were discussing what we want our future husbands to be like! So what do you want in your husband!?” This question made you pout,

 “What is a husband supposed to be like?” you question.  You hadn't known how a father or a husband was supposed to be. You had never felt the loving gaze of a father, nor had you experienced his gentle touch.

 “Well according to meee...it has to be someone who is kind, takes care of me, always listens to me and most of all loves me!” Upon hearing this your heart pounds, ‘Tetsu! Tetsu! Tetsu!’ is all you can think about, but there was one major link that was missing in all this….

~ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕. ~

thank you so much for reading !

this is my first time writing a fan fiction! So please show some love, and healthy criticism is always welcomed!

taglists are open!

requests are open! 

Posted on 10/1/2021

[rainingspellforlove]

More than what it seems.

Finally a sunnew fic yeay. I already keep this prompts from so long though and i finally made it into a fic. Yes a platonic sunnew♡ i love how they are being denial for each other. I just love their dynamics! Still amateur but enjoy! Rip grammar btw sorry ahsjshsjshs

Friends. Chanhee and sunwoo are like a pair of shoes. They both go anywhere together. Eats together. Plays together. Shops together. Just anything.

They were friends since middle school even their personality is a whole reversal.

Sunwoo is like the extroverted type of person. He enjoys socializing. He had many friends and back then when he was in school he joins many clubs and he had been chosen as the school president. He was liked by everyone in the school bcs of his chill and kind personality. Meanwhile chanhee is a nerd. He likes to study a lot. He had few close friends. It was all his best frieds. He is like the introverted type. But when he had someone who's close to him, he talks a lot. Chanhee will tell his story from a to z to anyone who he feels close with. And he's the clingy type of person.

As the world commands, sunwoo met chanhee. they clicked for each other. Being friends since middle school until now, the sophomore year of college. Even for now, they lived together because their parents said they should save money and its better for them to live together. They grew from the same hometown and went to the same college for now. But different majors.

They acknowledged themselves as bestfriends since babies they said. They fought a lot but they adored each other a lot. It's how their friends describing it. It's like tom and jerry. Their reversal personality got them together. But as time passing by, they both get closer and closer. They never realized, it was never a bestfriends thing to do at this rate.

They got so close since high school. But it's because of their each other's friends introduced them together. So, younghoon is friends with sunwoo and changmin is friends with chanhee. But then changmin and younghoon is in a relationship so chanhee gets to know sunwoo because they will hang out a lot together. But ofcourse chanhee and sunwoo didnt date. They fought instead. They never put a feeling to each other. It's what they said for now. But who knows. They're like pair of shoes. Anything can happen. At first they just love to hang out a lot as 4 after school ends. But ofcourse younghoon and changmin will date separately after that, so sunwoo will hang out with chanhee a lot. As time passing by, they both gets closer. Sharing stories a lot. Calls each other a lot. Doing homeworks together. And crash at each other's house a lot. They play together and have fun together. In high school, these moments of their so called bestfriends things happened one by one.

Someday in their high school days. They went home together because apparantly their homes were in the same neighborhood. They took a bus to home.

"Sunwooya, dont you feel hungry?"

"Ehm little bit, are you hungry? Should we eat?" said sunwoo who sat beside chanhee in the back seat of the bus.

"ehmmm but im sleepy" chanhee said while leans his head to sunwoo's shoulder

"you can sleep for a while, and i will wake you up later"

Sunwoo carresed chanhee's hair and few seconds later,chanhee drown into dreamland.

They ate together in tteokbokki stalls near their houses. And chanhee was so hungry. So he ate messily.

"I know you're so damn hungry but look at your face fool"

Sunwoo took a tissue then held chanhee's chin and wiped his corner of the mouth from tteokbokki's sauce.

Chanhee just smiled with mouth full of tteokbokki he said

"Tfhankfyu sfunwoo"

"Eat first talk later" sunwoo answered

Then they went home walking. Sunwoo's house was like 2 blocks from chanhee's so sunwoo dropped chanhee first at his house. They walked side by side. As the clingy type chanhee was, he put his arm into sunwoo's arm while they walk together. He leaned his head in his arm while walking.

"Im so full right now. Im lazy to walk"

"Its your problem princess. How can you eat 2 portions. Cant believe the tiny body of yours can swallow it" sunwoo slowed his steps following chanhee as chanhee clings into him.

"Right. I didnt believe my stomach either. I guess i have good metabolism" chanhee said proudly

"Yeah whatever you said princess"

They arrived at chanhee's house after few minutes walking.

"See you tomorrow princess i'll pick you up like always dont be late!"

"Yeah, you can go in and wake me up if i dont wake up though haha my mom never wakes me up"

"Eishh your alarms are not functionable enough i think."

"You're my alarm though, you always goes to my room in the morning and wakes me up. My mom never does that bcs she said i must responsible enough but yeah it's hard to wake up in the morning haha pls wake me up okay dont leave meee for school pleaseee"

"Alright alright princess i'll brag into your house and wake you up" as sunwoo carressed chanhee's hair again roughly

"Eishhh my hair got messy!!"

"HAHA thats you deserved! Bye princess i'll go home right now"

"Okay bye"

They always like that. Sunwoo who cares for chanhee. And chanhee who clings into sunwoo.

The freshman year of college got them together again. They lived in the same flat. There were two bedrooms though. But in one room. They never knew they gets closer like a way bit closer for a bestfriends.

Chanhee is scared of the lightnings. When he still lives with his family, every heavy rain came, he will always brags into his sister's room and sleeps there. But it's just until his sister turned into a big girl, she never allows him enter the room.

Chanhee got scared and he cant go to sleep when it's raining. So back then in high school years, when heavy rain happened, chanhee called sunwoo.

Chanhee never thought he would answer though. Then sunwoo answered asking what happen. Chanhee just said he cant stand the thunder. So they would call on the phone until chanhee felt sleepy again. And sunwoo didnt mind. So they did this for couple of times every heavy rains happened.

The same goes for now, but in different situation. They lived together now and chanhee didnt need to call sunwoo.

That night in the first week of freshman year, rain was pouring hard. Chanhee woke up.

"Ugh why is it raining.. eish tomorrow i will get a morning class though"

"Should i go to sunwoo's..."

"But he's tired i cant disturb him.."

"What should i do..."

Chanhee said as he frowned and didnt know what to do.

The sound of the hard lightning is echoed through chanhee's room and he puts his blanket covering whole his body. Then he closed his ears too tightly feeling scared.

Chanhee didnt realize as he hides in his blanket, someone steps in his room and opens his blanket softly. Chanhee who's feeling scared as hell surprised at the person in front of him

"Yah why didnt you wake me up princess?"

"Im scared to disturb you, you seem tired from today's activity so i just-"

"No im okay. You can wake me up anytime fool if the rains pouring hard."

Then the thunder came again, chanhee went to close his ears again with his hands.

"Look at you. Chanhee-ya"

Chanhee didnt hear it and still closed his ears.

Sunwoo takes chanhee's hand from his ears and said

"I can cuddle you if you're okay with that"

"really?"

"Of course" sunwoo nods softly

"Then come here"

Sunwoo gets into the bed with chanhee who feelings scared, he puts his left arm to chanhee's head and pulls chanhee closer. Sunwoo's right hand just carressing chanhee's hair softly as chanhee hugs sunwoo tighter.

"There there..... until when can you not be afraid the lightning princess?"

"I dont know..."

"But for now as long as you with me, im okay" chanhee mumbled softly in sunwoo's chest

sunwoo just smiled and let chanhee sleeps in his arms safe and sound.

Their relationship slowly became as platonic as ever. Not only when the thunder appears, they eventually cuddled almost everyday. It was because chanhee always feels lonely in his room alone and he just went to sunwoo's room and snuggles into him.

In their free time, they always got azy and chill around in the bed..watched dramas or just sleeps all day long. And chanhee always came to sunwoo first and snuggled into him rightaway.

In a one fine day, on saturday night, they didnt go anywhere just chillin around in their flat eating popcorns while watching movies. They were both in chanhee's room. Chanhee who leaned his head to sunwoo's shoulder while sunwoo ate the popcorns and they both covered in blanket.

They often cuddled around like that in a free time. It seems they were comfortable and enjoying it.

"Oh please chanhee dont play horror movies"

"But i havent watched this."

"No you cant. You know i cant watch orror movies right pls dont"

"Its okay you have me anyway. Just cling into me"

They ended watching horror movie and as chanhee said, sunwoo was scared as hell and keep screaming. Chanhee laughed and told sunwoo for countless times that he must shut up. Sunwoo clings into chanhee for his dear life.

Chanhee just laughed looking to his best friend like this, he enjoyed this so much. Sunwoo ended hugs chanhee from the side and leans his head to chanhee's chest as he hides from watching the movie. Chanhee who just laughed and smiled all the time, circled his hand to sunwoo's shoulder and goes to his hair to carress it.

"Sunwoo ya, you seem tough and cool but look you're literally a coward for this kind of movie"

"It's scary though!!" said sunwoo who clings into chanhee harder

"Alright alright we move to another movie then" chanhee smiled while hugging the scared sunwoo into his arms tighter

Little did chanhee knew, he seems to start realizing about what this weird feeling that appeared in his heart.

-fin

[haikyuuscreaming]

hi um so no one requested this but like i went through something basically like this and cried a whole lot about it and i dont think its even that angsty or makes sense but i just barfed it up as a vent fic so haha funny imi’s stupid and writes about her emotional exhaustion as an x reader 

heres an unrequited iwaizumi x reader :D (SORRY THIS ISNT FDSKFJ this isnt really a tumblr drabbles its more of an ao3 oneshot so)

(also sorry if none of the fic makes sense or flows well,,, i just wanted to get this out)

-

Ever since your first day at Kitagawa Daiichi, you found yourself with a crush on Iwaizumi Hajime.

You couldn’t help it. As soon as you saw him in your school-orientation group the week before school started, you couldn’t help but feel something more than a friendly glow. You were already sitting with your orientation group, but once you saw him join the group (albeit sort of late), your stomach practically flipped with butterflies.

He even sat down next to you.

The rest of the orientation went more than fine. Your delight when Iwaizumi started conversations with you was absolutely immeasurable. Even when your group was performing normal get-to-know-you activities, your heart seemed to race every time he made eye contact with you.

“Your name’s [Surname] [Name], right?” Iwaizumi asked, tapping his pencil against his desk. The orientation paper had asked for the names of three people in your group.

“Yeah.. and you’re Iwaizumi Hajime…?” You didn’t really need to question it, but you did so anyway to be polite.

“Mhm. Uh-- sorry, how do you spell your name?” Your heart picked up its pace once you heard him attempt to spell it out. To your feeble, gleeful surprise, he spelled it right.

“Oh! Um, that’s actually how you spell it. Thanks.”

“No problem.” He smiles at you and your seventh grade self felt like beaming brighter.

His impression on you had lasted.

In fact, that first impression on you had made your school year much better somehow.

Initially, you wanted to go to Yukigaoka with your best friends, but you ended up getting into Kitagawa Daiichi. You were miserable at the prospect of going into a school without your best friends that had been with you through thick and thin, but you lit up once you saw your schedule and found you had quite a few classes with Iwaizumi.

Throughout middle school, you made new friends and became close with Iwaizumi and his friend Oikawa Tooru. They eventually became one of your primary friend groups: you and them. Your number one best friend though, you found, was a new friend you made, Hanae.

Maybe the first mistake you made was telling her that you had a crush on Iwaizumi.

Okay, well, you didn’t tell her- she found out? Forced it out of you? Either way, not a big deal, you two are basically sisters now. But you did kind of wish she would stop mentioning it so much.

“Look, [Name]-chan~” she would always laugh and point at him discreetly whenever he was in the vicinity. “It’s your future boyfriend.”

It was always the same, every time.

“Would you shut up,” you complain, smacking her shoulder lightly which earned a laugh from her. “He could be listening!”

“Just telling the truth~” Hanae would always flash a smile back.

Things changed, though.

On a hang-out with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, you noticed their glances at each other-- Iwaizumi's being weary, while Oikawa’s was cheeky and sly.

“Hey, what are you two smiling about now?” you laugh lightly. The varied stares they gave you made you quiet down. “No, seriously, are you keeping secrets?”

“Of course not,” Oikawa chimes in. “Iwa-chan has big news though!”

Your heart rate spikes a little bit and you feel sweat beading on the back of your neck. And you're blushing too. Under Iwaizumi's warm, sharp gaze, you feel like melting under his radiance. “Eh? Haji, spit it out!!” Your anxiety falsely passes off as intrigue and excitement.

Flushing a little bit, Iwaizumi scratches his neck and smiles at you, “I wanted you to be the second to know, I have a girlfriend.”

…

You're shell-shocked.

If Oikawa picks up on it, he doesn't say so. “Seeee, [Name]-chan, I know we didn't believe it, but Iwa-chan finally snatched himself a girl!” Iwaizumi responds with a swift punch to the gut.

“I….” you can't find the words. You force yourself to smile like it's the only thing you can do. “Haji, that’s amazing!! Who is it? I didn't even know you had a crush…” Your voice falters but you push your words out as if your life depended on it. How did you manage to sound so genuinely happy when it felt like your entire world was about to crash?

Iwaizumi flushes again and you feel jealousy seep in. You so wish it was you that he blushes for. “Haha, yeah. Oikawa didn't know either for once; I didn't tell anyone, you know? Wasn't really sure yet. But it’s Aika-chan.” The way his face lights up burns a hole in your heart.

He even uses -chan for her. How special. The bitter envy feels like acid rising in your throat, and you feel queasy. Like you could keel over, cry, and puke out your guts.

“Ohhh, Aika-san is cute,” you make yourself say.

(Honestly, you're so good at lying and saying this wrong but right bullshit, you’d think you're a sociopathic robot or something.)

“Mmm… don't get jealous though, [Name]-chan, you're cuter!” Oikawa hums and you laugh loudly, hoping that you'll fake it till you make it. “Tell her how it happened, Iwa-chan. It was hilaaarious.”

The poison in you burns harsher but you nod along.

“Don't tell me what to do, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi bites almost playfully, before meeting your blank gaze with his kind, gently blazing eyes that always made you weak. Right now, you were not weak in the good way. “Aika-chan confessed to me yesterday near the sakura tree after we had class together… and I don't know, I guess it really clued me in that the feelings I had were real.”

(Iwaizumi looks so happy and content that it makes you want to be happy too, but you honestly feel like doing nothing but crying.)

“Aww, that's so sweet~” Your voice gets softer and you hate yourself so much for sounding weak.

But before either boy can reply, the panic and agony sets in. You feel your eyes glass up and your body tense, and your mind is begging you not to break down.

Unfortunately, they both notice.

“[Name]-chan? Are you okay?? You look kinda sick~” Oikawa sounds cheery and playful but his eyes convey an undercurrent of worry.

And bless Iwaizumi’s stupidly handsome oblivion, he blinks at your worriedly and puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Do you need to go to the nurse? School’s still open I think, and it's right around the corner-”

Fuck him and his mind-meltingly handsome everything. Just his voice and his sharp gaze makes you want to cry harder and collapse to him.

“I-I have to go, sorry guys,” You fucking despise how cracked your voice is becoming as your facade slips. “I promised Hanae that I'd go get bubble tea with her. See you Monday.”

Eyes stinging, you turn as quick as you can and ignore their confused voices.

(The tears flow like acid and you feel like dissolving from the inside out.)

Months pass and you deny your horrifyingly strong yet compressed feelings.

You greet Aika and Iwaizumi in the hallways, and you know that you're happy because Iwaizumi is, and that's honestly all you could ask for your long-time crush (turned bitter love). You even talk to Aika freely during shared classes, just to disguise your depressing jealousy.

Every time you see them share a discreet kiss or grip each other's hands, you genuinely wish you were dying. It sure feels like you are.

(Like you're drowning, like your lungs are burning up and you're begging for oxygen, begging to breathe in Iwaizumi's love that's reserved for someone else. It hurts a lot but he's happy.)

(So you have to be happy.)

Hanae spares you sympathetic looks. “Come on, wifey-chan, you're married to meee. Get over him, he doesn't deserve you if he chose Aika the troll over you.”

“That's mean,” you sigh and crumble onto Hanae. “Aika-san’s nice. And pretty. And talented. It's no wonder Haji would choose her.”

“Stopppp! You’re so much more than Troll-chan, okay?!?” Hanae’s pep talk is brash, but you appreciate the charm. “If Iwaizumi-kun doesn’t see that, I’ll punch him.”

You laugh lightly at the fact that Hanae had talked to Iwaizumi enough to be calling him kun, but your voice is still heavy despite the sentiment. “You're so weird. But that's why I love you.”

“Of course you do~”

On another innocent hang-out with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, you’re met with abrupt news.

“Aika and I broke up.” Iwaizumi mutters softly.

“Eeeeh?!” You’re shell-shocked again, but you'd be lying if you said you were crushed like last time. “But-- but you guys were doing so well! You were the cutest couple!”

“She broke up with him over text,” Oikawa chimes in and you gape as Iwaizumi punches him again. “Two days ago.”

“She what-”

“She said she wasn't ready for a relationship,” is all Iwaizumi says.

You feel heartbreak and burning pity boil inside of you. “I-I’m so sorry, Haji… you didn't deserve that. You'll find someone better.”

Me. It's me, I promise I won't break your heart the way she did, because you're all I ever wanted.

He nods and for the first time in a while, he hugs you tight. “Yeah..”

It breaks you because it feels so good, his embrace warming you.

But it breaks you more to hear him whisper, “I can’t get over her though.”

(You just wanted him to be happy but he can’t. You can’t fix it.)

“You will,” you breathe out, trying not to let the tears slip. “You’re gonna be okay.”

(You know you’re not.)

But you don’t say that when you feel Iwaizumi’s shaky breath and him muttering, “Thanks.”

“Oh my god, [Name], did you hear about Hajime-kun?” Hanae’s alarmed voice three days later makes you concerned.

First of all, Hajime-kun-- “W-What? What happened now??” Nonetheless, panic still seeps into you.

“Aika broke up with him!!” Hanae seems so worked up over this and you wonder, how close is she to him? “Can you believe it?? She really threw away one of the best people in school!”

Shouldn’t I be saying that…? “Yeah, I know…” you try not to sound too bitter. “But like, it’s not really her fault she wasn’t ready for a relationship..”

Hanae huffs and crosses her arms, leaning onto you. “Well, I mean you’re right, but she shouldn’t have signed herself up for it if this was gonna happen. I feel so bad for him.” You’re about to layer on your argument, but Hanae straightens up and smirks. “See, your man’s single. Shoot your shot!”

“Right after a break-up?? Hanae, you’re batshit crazy-”

“Uh, well, make him like you, then shoot your shot!”

Your head and heart kind of hurts from all this talk about Iwaizumi, no matter how smitten you are for him, so you just blindly nod and agree.

It works for the rest of the day until you get home and cry into your pillow, wondering what to do.

Hope is re-kindled into you.

Over the past two-ish months, post-breakup, you find that comforting Iwaizumi makes you feel much better than wallowing in your self-pity. It’s a win-win: you’re putting even more of his trust into you, you two are getting even closer, and this could quite possibly end up in a great situation.

You melt at the sight of Iwaizumi, and every day you can see happiness soak back into him. Every time he laughs at one of your stupid jokes or grins at you while you rant and complain, you feel like your heart stops out of complete adoration of how stunning he is in every way you can think of.

He isn't perfect, but you think he's the perfect match for you.

And one day, at a study “date” (you try very hard not to take that term to heart!!) at a café, Iwaizumi peers up from laptop and gives you his signature, gruff yet content smile and says, “You know, I don't think I need Aika anymore.”

(You want to kiss him.)

It’s honestly been a shitty time for you and your friends, you realize.

Hanae broke up with her boyfriend, as you would have figured over the past few weeks she’s been ranting to you about how annoying and clingy and overprotective he is, but you found that she broke up with him over text. Oikawa went through three girlfriends in a month, to which he pouted and whined about but you knew he was secretly relieved that he didn’t have to carry more burden. And there’s the whole heartache Iwaizumi thing, even though things have been getting relatively better.

(You also realize amongst all your friends, you’re the only one who’s stayed very, very very single. You hope that’ll change soon.)

Things are going absolutely amazing with Iwaizumi. Even Oikawa’s been smirking at you and teasing you about your “true love” (to which you frustratedly deny but you honestly know that it’s just the truth when you consider your feelings for him). The two of you have felt confident enough to spend time with each other at your respective homes without feeling awkward or the need to have Oikawa there to provide a third wheel. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

So now you’re at a family-friend’s party, lounging on the couch away from the scene, on your phone. It’s so loud, but you’re content and refreshed on all the snacks you’ve practically been inhaling. Your phone pings in your hand and you glance up at the notification you’ve just received.

Oh, a text~

It’s from Hanae.

poopy hanae >:)): [name] are you busyyy

YOU: no not really

YOU: just at a party

poopy hanae >:)): OH okay so um can i tell you something but

poopy hanae >:)): i dont want you to get mad or sad ...so please let me just finish my texts

YOU: ?? yea go ahead , ill wait for you to finish :)

You feel kind of nervous once she puts it like that, but you let her continue.

poopy hanae >:)): remember how after my break up i promised i wouldn’t fall for anyone else, not for a while yk? i promised that to me and him: i wouldn’t let my heart get broken or whatever. but i found out that i don’t think i’ve ever really fallen for my ex. i think i just dated him because i felt bad and felt like i had to date him because i didn’t wanna reject him… but it happened still. but i think i’m in love now. honestly.

poopy hanae >:)): i’ve never felt this way around any guy before, not my ex, not anyone. everytime i see him my heart goes crazy, and i want to talk to him all the time. he’s just so perfect in every way. he’s so smart, he’s handsome as hell, he’s strong and caring… and i promised both of you i wouldn’t fall for anyone else but i broke that promise to him, you, and me. and i think you’ve figured out who he is now.

poopy hanae >:((: i’m sorry i can’t help it. i didn’t want to tell you because that would make our friendship weird but i hope now we’re at the stage where we will still be best friends regardless of him. i’m truly in love with iwaizumi hajime and i’m gonna confess to him on monday (tmr). i love him so much but i want you to know i love you more so he won’t ever get in the way of us. ily <3

The more you read the message, the more it makes you want to cry. Your hand starts trembling around your milk tea and you feel your face warm up, your eyes glassing over and your vision blurring. Stumbling your way into the bathroom, you lock yourself inside, staring at yourself in the mirror. You watch your delicate, shaking features in the mirror as the first bitter tear rolls down your cheek. More tears follow.

Sobs wrack your body and hot tears glide down your face, constantly, like a river. Whimpers escape you, and your lips are cracked and dry, and you keep thinking, Why would she do this to me?

YOU: ahaha it’s okay!!!

YOU: a boy shouldn’t get between us, ly :) make him happy

YOU: you desrvee him mroe than anbyody else

You cover your mouth with your shaking fingers in hopes that the others can’t hear you outside over the music.

You pretend it’s fine the next day at school.

Hanae doesn’t even mention it, but she hugs you a lot more and keeps whispering, “I love you”. The bitterness has sunken in a little bit and you resist the urge to tell her, It doesn’t change the fact that you broke me, but you figure that it’ll be okay.

You’ll just lose your feelings for Iwaizumi so she doesn’t have “competition”.

(It turns out to be harder than you think.)

When you see Iwaizumi at lunch, his smile never fails to make you flush a little bit and make you feel so warm and comfy. When he sits down next to you (!! ahhh!) since Hanae was in line for lunch, he makes a sigh-grunt noise as he nestles his chin into the crook of his palm. Oikawa, bless his dumb ass, sidles down next to you, making a dramatic sigh.

“Did you know Hanae-chan confessed to Iwa-chan today?”

You try so, so SO hard not to tense. “Yeah. She told me a few days ago that she- she was in love with him.”

(The way your voice cracks at “in love” is pathetic, you think.)

You don’t miss the way Oikawa’s face briefly flashes a frown at you before morphing back into his signature pretty-boy smile. Iwaizumi looks a little embarrassed to be talking about this but he nods. “Yeah, she pulled me aside right before lunch and… yeah. It was so embarrassing…” You’re in fucking awe of how cute he is even when he’s distressed, but you remind yourself (with a pang of bitterness) that you aren’t supposed to think that anymore.

“And I turned her down,” Iwaizumi continues, and your ears almost fucking pop at the noise. He- how, what? Why? “‘Cause I don’t know, I never really felt that way about her. I guess that’s why she’s been talking to me more and more lately. She said she understood if I wasn’t ready to move on ‘cause of Aika and stuff, but.. she said something like she’ll change my mind.” He snorts and murmurs, “I don’t think that’ll happen, honestly.”

Oikawa laughs, a peppery laugh accompanied with a side-eyed glance towards you. “Iwa-chan, you’re such a brute~ You sure that’s the only reason you turned her down?”

Iwaizumi lets out a snort again. “Yeah.. I’m over Aika now, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. Plus, there isn’t anyone that I like like now. Hanae doesn’t stand out.”

The statement makes you crumble on the inside.

You idiot of a best friend. What good are you if you don’t stand up for Hanae?

But it doesn’t matter! He said he has no interest in anyone, including you. Or her. It’s pointless, futile. He never even considered you.

You’re so stupid, so worthless sometimes. You’re the worst. It doesn’t matter if you would go to the end of the world for Hajime. You have to give this up for her. Fight for her because he would never settle for someone like you.

You fight back the sob crawling in your throat, as your self-loathe and intrusive thoughts rain in. You try so hard not to let it get to you, but still-

It’s what Hanae deserves for putting up with you.

“You should give her a chance,” you force a small smile. “I mean, she’s pretty and smart, you know?”

Oikawa gives you a pitying gaze before Iwaizumi shakes his head, his cheek now pressing against his palm. “Nah. I don’t like anyone in that way now, and it’s gonna stay like that for a while, I’d think.”

He doesn’t like anyone in that way.

You shrug and nod, “Fair enough,” but your voice is so much smaller. You love Iwaizumi Hajime so much, and he’s always been your everything. From his habits to his comforting demeanor and his entire profile, he’s always infatuated you and you know that no matter how hard you deny it for anyone, you will never let go of the feelings that shackle you to him like chains.

You love him so much.

But I guess I’ll never win.

[joonyverse]

a little comfort to my broken soul - kim namjoon (bts) (oneshot)

A/n: hello everyone! I’m finally back with a fic! It’s a oneshot and featuring namjoon? Shdhdh been having a whole lot namjoon feels nowadays. This fic is basically me writing down my loneliness that i’ve been feeling for a while,,, pretty severe tbh, and yOU KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR ANGST so here it is!

Summary: Everyone knows that the Princess of Saturn is best friends with the Prince of Jupiter. The princess’ and prince’s love & thirst for knowledge was what brought them together. It’s only inevitable in everyone’s thought that they end up together. But what happened is not what it seems to be...

Genre: Angst (slowburn), fLOOF, prince!namjoon x princess!y/n

Warning: suicidal thoughts, curses, loneliness, character death, unedited, grammar mistakes, bad english

Royalty Au

You were only 7 almost 8 years old at the time. Naive? Yes. Innocent? No question. But you know that somewhere inside of you, you seek for something. Something that may be beyond your mind, and maybe anyone’s mind. Your love for books took both the Queen and King of Saturn by surprise, not expecting their daughter’s love for the book. The library seems to be the only place you constantly visit in this huge caste you called home. It only seems right for them to have a book fair to celebrate your 8th birthday.

Coincidentally, your birthday fell on the same day with the visiting of the Queen and King of Jupiter. They brought their son together with him, in hope he will befriended the daughter of Saturn, and perhaps from there, take it into the next step. 

And to both side’s relief, both you and the Prince click together very well. Both falling into conversation easily. It all comes from childish banters and talks to serious and deeper conversation as you grow up. But something, something will never be able to leave your mind, not when he seems to beam so brightly like he could take on the world with his smile as he said it cheerfully,

“Hello! I’m Kim Namjoon!”

Namjoon was two years older than you. Despite that, you both are still closer than ever. Everyone, everybody, knows that both of you are inseparable. The rebellious act you both did as youngster in their youth, running away from the castle in the middle of the night to a garden not far from it, a garden you both call as the Sacred Garden. The act that causes everyone in the castle fell into panic, searching for you both whereabouts.

And now that you are 20, and Namjoon was 22. Both of you are still the best of friend. The playful banter was still there. But now, the conversation could be more deeper and more meaningful.

Namjoon was visitting your kingdom. Well, to be specific, he was on break so he visited you, knowing very well you couldn’t leave due to your school.

And there you both. In your room. You were just home from campus. Despite your status as a princess, your mom still want you to be more socially active with the public, and not to differ yourself with them. And you have no complain about it, you rather like it, and having an open minded family is more than you could ask for. 

Namjoon was sitting on a beanbag that you kept for fun with a book on his hand. You kept some mundane non royal things in your room, to somehow feel more grounded. Living with all the luxuries in life possible could make any human feel rather euphoric, and you don’t like that, and Namjoon knows that. You were laying down on your bed with your phone, that thankfully the kingdom allowed, even if not for public purpose. 

You puff up your cheeks, feeling rather bored with the rather calm or serene surrounding. “Namjoon~” you called.

Namjoon only hummed in response. You sighed, wanting his attention. Let me correct that, you Need his attention.

“Look at meee” you whined childishly, earning a groan from the man. “You and your goody two shoes ass always so drown in books!” you added.

He chuckled, knowing you were probably bored. But he won’t give you the satisfactory of winning, despite he knows he already lose hence his attention isn’t on his book anymore, his eyes just scanning the book carelessly.

You smirked. An idea popped off in your head. An idea to caught his attention. “I don’t get why you’re still reading the hard copy version of books!” you said. “It’s not even… eco friendly! It’s wasting plants!” you added.

Namjoon closed his book. Eyebrow raised. Arms closed. “You and your gadget won’t get the pleasure of reading the book as it is! The smell of paper and the feeling of it” he said before he stick out his tongue at you.

You scrunch your nose playfully. You got up from your bed and walk closer to him. “Yeah? The smell of trees being cut off huh?” you said with a smirk as you stand right before him. “ And you know better that I enjoy books more than anyone!” you said as you stick out your tongue at him too.

Namjoon chuckled and shook his head at the playful banter. He knew both of you meant no harm. One thing that Namjoon always admire from you is your love for the nature. How you always plant any kind of plants in every empty land possible, really avoid the use of non biodegradable products, even though you still consume some meat here and there, if anything, food is rather one of your weakness. 

Namjoon stood up from his seat. Staring down at you as you were shorter than him. He smiled playfully seeing you looking up at him still with that confidence, despite your lack of height. He quietly walk closer towards you, making you walk backwards and slightly lose your composure before gaining it again.

“You and your feisty tongue, how am I your best friend again?” he chuckled. An evil smile painted in his face. You chuckled nervously, knowing what will comes next.

“You know Namjoon? You were right! Hard copy books are- WAIT!”

Before you could even continued your words, you felt your body was pushed towards the bed, fingers around your waist, tickling it. Making you giggle uncontrollably. You gasping for breathe yet you can’t find any as Namjoon keep tickling you as he giggle along with you.

“AHAHAHAH NAMJOON PLEA- AHAHAH- PLEASE STOP!” You said through your giggles. But of course Namjoon had no mercy. Not until you finally gained enough energy to hit his arm that he finally stop. Of course he knows that you were a very ticklish person.

Namjoon let out a final tired giggle as he plop down beside you. You giggled along with him. Little moments like this feel so precious to you. It makes your heart do things that you can’t explain. And yet you feel like you know what it is. But you enjoyed it.

“So, how’s your thing with Jiwon going on?” you asked in a playful tone, curiosity peaked in. You knew Namjoon had a thing for Jiwon, from the Noble House of Kwon. The Kwons are a family close to yours. A little bit of friendly rivalry going on, but it’s all good. You’re just never got too close with Jiwon though. Jiwon was a really nice girl, even perhaps, the people of Saturn might like her more than they like you, or maybe that’s what you thought. And not only that, she was really attractive, and not to mention how smart she is too. She is literally everyone’s dream. 

You look at Namjoon on your side. His face beamed up, thinking about her must got him so over the moon. His smile probably could lighten a ballroom. You smiled too, knowing how happy your bestfriend was.

“I… really like her” he said shyly. You can see his face turn into reddish color like a tomato. “She’s just so amazing, and so pretty as well, I didn’t know human could be that perfect” he added.

And then he suddenly sat up straighter. Face looking right at you. Seeing him makes you sat up too on your bed.

“What? Spill it” you said, feeling nervous and yet concerned all of a sudden. 

“I’m gonna ask her out” he said suddenly. You were feeling caught off guard at him. And suddenly, you felt like the room is closing in on you and yet you don’t even know why.

“Then do it! Do it Namjoon! Go get her baby boy” you teased as you pat his back.

He immediately got off your bed in rush. “See you later y/n!” he shouted as he made his way out of your room which earned a chuckle from you.

You stared back into your phone once he left the room. Eyes soullessly staring into the still beaming bright device, showing where you last read your digital book. For some reason, you can’t focus on the words on the device. Your thoughts keep coming back to one thing and one thing only. Kim Namjoon and Kwon Jiwon.

The sun almost setting. The surrounding could never be more serene. You were sitting on the green grass, enjoying the serenity. Watching the sun sets, with a cup of tea on your side. The knee length skirt you wore beautifully forming a halo around you, if anyone saw you, you would look like a goddess, and yet, you didn’t even realize that. 

Until you felt a presence next to you. Your head turn towards the intruder. Eyes scrunching up a little bit at how bright the sun shone on you. “Hey, Junmyeon” you greeted. You beamed up at him. You immediately feel humbled. Fingers instinctively reaching for the loose strands and tucked it behind your ear. You smiled sweetly at him.

Junmyeon was the sweetheart of your dream. He was really your everything. Well, your everything number two after Namjoon, you had to admit. He was there for you to lend his shoulder for you to cry on,  when you had your first heartbreak, because of some jerk that dated you because he had to move on from his ex only to date his ex again after your breakup despite knowing very well you’ve liked him for so long. He was there when you fought with Namjoon, to hear your rant and your worries. And it was no doubt he was an attractive man. 

“Whatcha doing here y/n?” He asked as he sat beside you. 

“Nothing, just enjoying the view!” You said. You can feel your heart racing and you can only hope it wasn’t loud enough for Junmyeon to hear.

Junmyeon looked ahead, and yet you were entranced by his beauty. His side view, you don’t think anyone can top this. “Yeah... it is beautiful, indeed” Junmyeon said before he turn his head towards you and smiled.

Perhaps it was the mood, perhaps it was the overwhelming feeling in your chest, and perhaps it was just you and your mind playing, but you can’t help but lean into him. Your lips kissing his, softly. 

You thought, it would goes like how you always imagine. The prince of your dream kissing you back, and tell you how he felt the same, telling you that he’s been waiting for this moment to come. But this isn’t fairytale. This is life. And that moment never came.

You slowly pull away, eyes still close. A pang in your heart. You can feel the tears that start to collect underneath your lids. Your heart is broken once again. Of course he didn’t like you that way, or no, of course all this time all he ever had for you was pity. Of course.

“Y/n...” Junmyeon called, his voice shaky.

You waited for it. You waited for it to come. The worst thing. The rejection.

“I really don’t like you that way...” he said carefully.

‘There it is’ you thought. And here you thought you both had something special going on. But of course it was just you being delusional.

“I like... someone else” he added. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. The feeling of humiliation start coming in. Slowly you open your eyes, hoping the tears won’t fall. “Of- of course” you said shakily. “I’m sorry-“

“No no, it’s me who should be sorry, I shouldn’t lead you on, when I like Jiwon after all” he said. He attempt to put an arm around you, but you flinch away. Being in his arm would be the last thing you want. 

“I- I should go” you said as you stood up. You immediately run from there, accidentally spilling the tea on your way.

You ran to your room. Throwing yourself onto the bed as soon as you arrived. You cried, hard, into the pillow. Of course it was Jiwon. Everybody likes Jiwon, who were you kidding? 

You probably smeared the light makeup you put on, but you didn’t care. Your heart was hurt and broken once again. And this time with no one by your side, you felt so lonely. You fell deep into your own emotions. Exhausted enough to lull you into the dreamland.

Knocks on your door woke you up from the nap you were in. You sat up on the bed. Trying to collect your soul back. Remembering what had just happened pained you again but you felt like all tears had gone. All there is was dried tears on your face and smeared makeup.

“What is it?” You said a little bit louder than your usual voice, so the person behind the door could hear. You walked towards the vanity section in your room, removing the makeup that has smeared.

“You have dinner in an hour with the Queen and the King” the person behind the door said, earning a groan from you.

“The Royal Family of Jupiter would be there too” he added.

You sighed. You look into the reflection of yourself in the mirror. Even you could see the exhaustion in your face. But now, you have to face so many people.

Silently, you got ready with all the energy in you.

It was a rather private dinner. With only your parents, you, Namjoon, and his parents presented. It was a rather nice dinner, conversation with them make you forgot about Junmyeon a little bit and cheer you up definitely.

“Y/n, Namjoon, we both have something to tell you” your mom said.

You stopped eating. Fork was put down. Your eyes stare into her. And you can feel Namjoon did the same.

“Both Namjoon’s mom and dad had talk to us about this, and we agreed with them, because it’s indeed very beneficial to both of our kingdoms, and well, we both know it might be beneficial to both of you as well” your mom said, as she wiggled her eyebrows towards you both, her face beaming up. Namjoon seems confused. But you knew what this is and you can feel the horror starts creeping in, your hearts racing, your face pale. You knew very well what will happen, it happened to your sister, what makes you think that an exception will come to you?

“So... we decide to marry you off with each other!” His father announced. Your eyes immediately search for Namjoon’s.

A deep frown was in his face. His face was red, and you were too afraid to know whether it’s out of anger or anything else. God, you were too afraid to even know how your relationship now with him. You already lost someone today, you don’t want to lose another.

“You are kidding” Namjoon said as his voice fell an octave deeper. You knew he was angry. And you feel your heart breaking once again in a day. What if you lost him too.

The tension in the room was thick. You can feel it. You can even cut it with a knife. And the lump in your throat, it’s almost hurt so bad. Your anxiety kicking in. You really don’t want to be here and hurting.

“Namjoon, y/n, please just go through it, okay? At least for two years, two years and just public is all we need” his mom said, knowing the situation very well.

Namjoon swallowed down. He look at both parents. He nodded. “Two years, and just public” he said before he got up and left the room.

Your eyes followed him before your body do. You don’t even know what to say to him, and yet there you were still running for him.

“Namjoon! Namjoon! Please come back!” You screamed at him as you still run for him. And yet he never stop. The heels you run in was killing you and yet you still run. You can feel your ankle begging you to stop but you run. You don’t want to lose him.

But of course your body won. Your ankle move into wrong position, you had to twisted it and you fell. God it hurts. Of course it hurts. You can’t help but yelp in pain. Hands clutching at the ankle. You feel more pathetic than ever. Your dearest people leaving you and of course you had to have a damsel in distress moment. This is all too cliche for you and yet it happened. Tears were streaming down your face once again. You felt beyond sad, and yet, nobody seems to realize.

And then you felt a presence next to you. Hands around you. You don’t feel the energy to look up to see who it is. But his warmth, his scent, it’s all too familiar. He felt like home, but maybe he is home.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked. His voice full of concern. He might be angry, but you were hurting and he won’t put you last or even second.

You shook your head. Sobs escape from you. You just continue crying sadly as Namjoon make you hold him so he can carry you to your room, knowing very well you can’t walk in this state. You buried your face into his neck as you cry.

Namjoon gently laid you on your bed. Your hands immediately come to your eyes covering and rubbing them. Namjoon gently removed your hands. “Stop, you’re gonna hurt your eyes” he said.

You laid on your side. Not even bothering to check your ankle knowing very well that it’s probably swollen and now you have one elephant ankle. “I know it hurts” Namjoon said as he gently reach for your ankle. 

“I’m sorry” he apologised. You were hiccuping. Hearing him apologised makes you want to curl into a ball of guilt. You hate making him feel bad.

“Namjoon...” you called weakly. “If you don’t want to go through the marriage, we can always retaliate and reason with them like a damn adult” you said. Your mind is so clouded with so many scenarios and two of them are the humiliation where Namjoon run away with probably Jiwon, and now that you think about it, that’s probably why he was so angry and that’s a sign that probably he succeed on asking her out and you should tell Junmyeon about it, Or, it will be a lonely first night for you as a bride, the worst nightmare coming true.

“It won’t work y/n, I knew they are planning something, I could see it” he said with a sigh. “It will feels weird, and our friendship will be ruined, because it’s like marrying my sister” he added.

For some reason, you felt a pang in your heart. Does marrying you... sounds that bad? Does he never see you as a woman? Why do you even care? But you stayed silent, opting to not voice your wandering thoughts.

“How’s you and... Jiwon?” You asked as you moved facing him. You can hear your voice sounding a little bit different mentioning her name, and you can only hope he won’t notice. But knowing Namjoon, he probably noticed that. But you couldn’t be more thankful as he didn’t brought it up.

Namjoon beamed at the mention of her name. His face light up, it’s like he forgot of what just happened a moment before , before frown came back as he probably remembered about the marriage. And it pained you knowing you were the source of his unhappiness. You really wanted to cry again.

“I actually succeed...” he said. “But after this-“

“Please, don’t let this marriage be in the way of your happiness Namjoon, that’ll be the last thing I want” you cut him. Your mouth talks faster than your brain can proceed. You messed up and you knew. Now, you’re just going to be a lonely soul eternally.

“You can date her, but in public, you are my- you are with me, that’s all” you said.

“It’s okay” you said. “It’s okay to date her” you added. This is it you thought. Namjoon will definitely agreed to this, if he didn’t you will convince him. This is it. Your lonely life as a bride to a man whose heart belong to someone else. It will hurts but at least, Namjoon will be content, and that’s all you need. The last thing you need is having someone’s unhappy because of you.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, confusion appears in his face because he genuinely didn’t understand.

You take another deep breath. “Our marriage, it’ll be just for the public, but privately, you can date her” you explained.

Namjoon chuckled in bewilderment. “No way, big no way, I’m not an asshole of a husband to date another woman while I am tied to someone, it’s morally wrong!” He said.

“I said it’s okay right? Nothing about having to get married to your best friend is morally right either, marriage in actual need consent from both side, and we both know that doesn’t happen, so please” you said. You closed your eyes. It doesn’t even happen yet and you can feel the loneliness start seeping into your very bones and soul. “Please Namjoon, don’t let me be in the way of your happiness” you said.

You never felt so lonely and hopeless as you did in the moment despite having the dearest best friend of your life next to you. Somewhere deep inside you, you wish to God to take you there and then.

“Y/n...” Namjoon called you. You didn’t want to open your eyes. Knowing very well you’ll lose if you did. He’s always been your weakness, always.

“Please, don’t make me feel even worse for myself, you know how much I hate being a burden to anyone, please, let me lessened it in this way” you pleaded.

Namjoon could literally felt his heart broke at the sight of you. You would never be a burden to anyone. And yet it’s so clear you couldn’t see that. It’s so clear that the clouds of negativity is hovering above you, and truth be told, Namjoon didn’t know what to do this time.

“Talk it out with her, if she’s okay with it, I’m okay” you said again.

Namjoon can’t even say anything. He felt like a damn bastard for even considering your offer. You were hurting and yet he still think about your offer. He’s a man, he’s a human, and he’s weak to temptation. He didn’t want to hurt you even further. And so he slowly retreat himself from you.

And it’s like you both know what choice did he made.

Not till you heard his steps has gone further into the hallway, you sobs loudly. Crying your heart out into the pillow. Screaming into it. Pain of agony felt so unbearable at the time. “God, please just take me now” you chanted, hoping no one will hear, only you, and your demon.

2 months had passed. For some reason, Namjoon had strayed away. He still talk to you time to time, but the chemistry just isn’t there anymore. Namjoon probably didn’t know, but you were dying inside. You were just a shell of a woman.

And the day you dreaded finally come. Of course it bounds to come. The day that you’ll finally be married and live far away from the place you call home, the people you call family, and the scenery you’ll always miss. And finally you’ll step into the journey of being a lonely wife to a prince. A lonely wife to a husband whose heart wasn’t present.

A soulless marriage.

And yet, you went through it all. You went through it all with a bright smile you put on as a facade, like as if you can’t wait for the day you finally get to call your best friend your husband. You pretend like all is fine, beyond fine even. 

It’s like everyone here is happy except for the bride and the groom. Well maybe perhaps except Jiwon who had to watch her boyfriend being married to someone else who’s not her and kissed her. But at least, she was spared from eternal loneliness.

It was emotionally and physically tiring. Having to pretend for hours, it was very draining to say the least. And when it was finally over, you thanked god for finally the saddest event in your life to be over. Your heels, your dress that weight several pounds, your crown, they were so heavy it’s all killing you.

After the whole ordeal finish. You all had some private family time. You said your goodbye to your parents as you will live with Namjoon at his kingdom. Now you’ll finally leave the comfort of your parents, of your home, of your people.

It was a rather silent ride to his home. Neither you nor Namjoon said a thing. And all you wanted to do was cry. This should be your honeymoon, and yet, you feel so miserable. ‘God, please make it better’ you prayed.

Your thought was broken by a hold on your hand. You looked down before looking back at Namjoon. Your eyes feel so watery and yet you don’t even know why. So many emotions coming over you and it’s all suffocating.

“I’m yours, y/n” he said, his voice was very gentle, you almost break. “I’m yours” he added.

You were confused. You totally were. What did he mean? He’s technically yours but you both know he wasn’t. “Namjoon, what do you mean?” You asked.

He just pulled you closer into him. He stares into your eyes, so deep you were overwhelmed. He sees it all. Your loneliness, your depression, literally everything. And he just wants to give you the comfort you need.

But he knows, you won’t tell him. Not in a million years. Not until your time finally run out and the bomb that is you exploded. Not till your walls break down and you finally let him back into your heart.

A month had passed. Neither Namjoon nor you had bothered to talk with each other. Things had been hectic anyway for you to even have a serious conversation. You’ve both been busy with public appearances here and there to have a serious deep talk. Your emotions both have been put aside, facing the world with a facade. 

Not until you both finally got time to rest. Days off, just like anyone else. You were in the balcony that was connected to the supposedly Namjoon and yours room. Not like Namjoon sleep here anyway. And every night, it kills you just how lonely you are. You never knew how much you could despise the silence of the night. Just how dead it seems the night. 

You look ahead. The view from the balcony was everything but disappointing. It faces the garden, just how you would like it if this marriage was anything but a scheme. But nevertheless, you enjoyed the view. It soothes the burning pain inside you. You saw the gardener watering the plants, and seeing people do their own things, it makes you feel a little bit more alive. 

Your empty thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the intruder that doesn’t even bother to knock the door and roughly opened the door to the balcony. You immediately look back towards the intruder.

There Namjoon stands, a little bit out of breath and unsteady compared to his usually calm composure. His eyes are wide opened. He seems frantic. And this create a panic in you seeing him so distraught. 

“Namjoon, what happened?” you asked, voice shaking. Hands reaching out to him, helping him steadied himself.

“It’s your parents y/n” he said, voice far from calm, it’s like the world calm had been thrown out of the window. “Their car… their car…”

“Their car what Namjoon?” you asked, tears threatening to fall from your eyes like a broken dam. You were scared to know what’s going on and you’re sure you don’t want to hear what happened next. 

“Someone set a bomb on their car y/n” he said. “No survivor” he continued.

You fell to the ground. It’s like your whole world finally fell apart. The dam is broken. Tears keep falling, not knowing its end. Your cheeks are wet. Sobs keep coming out of your mouth. Namjoon at your side, pulling you into his embrace. His hand keep caressing your back while the other pulling you closer into him.

You can’t keep your head up. You were mourning. Your people were mourning. Namjoon at your side keeping you grounded. His very presence comfort you a little bit, and that’s enough. The town was so dead, and your feel wasn’t far from it. So many memories of your parents come across you, and every each one of them managed to broke your heart even more. You were hurting beyond belief. You prayed to God for some kind of remedy to your never-ending pain or if he can’t, then please just take you away. You were beyond tired.

The long ceremony finally ended. You laid on your bed in your bedroom. Tears not even coming out anymore. You felt a weight on your side but you said nothing.

“y/n…” Namjoon called as he pulled you into his embrace once again, spooning you just like how he knew it’s always been your favorite since you were little.

“Please, just talk to me okay? Tell me everything, god, I won’t even mind if you hit me, just talk to me okay?” he said gently into your ear. And yet you still say nothing.

“Y/n, I know how lonely you’ve been, and I know you won’t let me in and comfort you, but please, I lo- I care about you too much, so please, let me in, and let me comfort you” he said.  “baby, please…”

Your eyes watered again. You can feel it coming. You don’t even know why you held it in again. You don’t even know why you don’t confide in him. “Namjoon, please I’m so tired, I’m so lonely, I don’t even want to live… this is all to hard” you sobs.

He hugged you even tighter, as if to let you know that he’s here, no matter what. “I want to feel loved, I want my parents back, I want… I want to be brave to feel things, because-“ you choked. “I feel so dead inside” you continued.

“So Namjoon please, even if you don’t mean it, please just… just pretend like you love me with the sincerest heart and love, love me just for tonight” you begged.

Namjoon gently turning you to make you facing him. “y/n… It’s always been you, god I know what you’re thinking but I realized…”

“I realized that what I feel for Jiwon, is nothing like what I feel for you” he continued. “It’s always been you, baby” he said. His eyes full of sincerity and that makes you want to cry harder.

“Namjoon please, don’t lie to me, I can take the truth like a big girl, so please… don’t lie to me about this… especially this” you begged. Despair fill your whole being.

“Baby look at me” he said. Your eyes can’t help but stare into him. “Y/n, it’s always been you, and will always be you” he said. “I love you” he assured.

“B-but the things with Jiwon-” “It never happened”

“But why?” you asked, your voice small.

“Because you are you and I love you for who you are” he said. He stared into you with so much sincerity you almost got overwhelmed by it. You looked away, not wanting to fall deep into his eyes.

His lips hovering above your jaw, his eyes were closed, and you can feel his breath on you. “baby...” he called.

You looked into him. His eyes were staring right at yours. You didn’t remember whether it was him or you, but next thing you knew, his lips was on you, kissing you softly as if you were a fragile china that needed to be protected, and yet, you can feel how he tried to proves it to you that his feelings were true. And you can’t help but kiss him back. Lips enveloping each other, kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

Both of you let go to your needs of oxygen. Out of breath, but yet, despite everything, you felt like something inside you is awoke again. Slowly, you opened your eyes. His already looking back at you.

“It will take time, but I will show you just how much I love you”

It’s now been six months. Everything had gone by, and without you realizing, winter has come.

You were curling into a ball in bed. Eyes were still closed. Hand reaching to your side, searching for a certain someone. Not long after, you felt a weight crawling over you, making you smile despite being in your sleepy state.

“Hey, searching for me baby?” Namjoon whispered into your ear before he peppered your neck in kisses, slowly making his way into your face. Smile painted his face

You giggled. Your hands reaching for his face, want to bring it up towards yours. “Good morning to you too baby” you said before you reach up to him for a kiss. “Why were you up?” you asked in a playful whine tone.

“I’m sorry baby, I went to the bathroom” he said before reaching for another kiss. “Do you want to go on a date tonight?” he asked.

“Why tonight when I have a whole day for you?” you pouted.

He chuckled. “Sorry love, I have to visit somewhere later, I’m free afterwards though” he assured.

“Well, Mr. Kim, you have a lunch date with Mrs. Kim at the Palace” you said, your face were beaming so brightly. Namjoon can’t help but give you another deep kiss, what can he do? He is a man after all who will always fall for his wife’s temptation. Making said wife chuckled.

“And who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky tonight” 

[clownpool]

THE KYLE GLADSTONE ORIGIN STORY

–––––– Kyle ; ( a self para ) :  home is far away

being five years old was tough work. especially when you have super powers. Mom and Dad had always told him that he had to be super careful to not show that side of himself if he could help it. but that was the thing!! how could TJ control the zaps--with his age, and his excitement!? how could anyone blame him? it was hard!! sometimes it just happened when he was scared or when he was excited-- really any time he felt like things were intense. the zapping, Dad had told him, was a part of his heart, just like his Dad’s and no one could take that away.

but Dad was wrong. 

December 15, 2023 [09:15]

Todd Lee Jr didn’t understand what was happening that frightful morning in school. and he didn’t mean to cause a commotion, and he didn’t mean for the zaps to happen. as he sat in the principal’s office trailing the side of that principal’s desk with a now dusty index finger, he couldn’t figure out why mom was crying so hard... he couldn’t figure out why the line’s on Dad’s face were so strong. 

was it all because of him?

maybe it was because he’d accidentally used his powers in school? it wasn’t his fault! he was just trying to give a class presentation on the weather. he had his pointing stick ready and his proud smile through those thick wiry glasses he wore. but the anxiety of the five year old showed. even as he began to point, the voltage of his heart beat began to show in the stutters of his speech.

December 15, 2023 [08:01]

“Twooo---t-t-t-twooday is...Dec--D-d-d-d---” he tried to take a deep breath to calm those nerves, but it was the laughter of the other children that worsened his already difficult to overcome speech impediment. the strands of his hair began to stand up, and the classroom emitted in a roar of laughter, it was finally enough to send the electricity shooting from his feet. inches of zaps sprouted a voltage electrical roots on that singed carpet just before reaching his classmates. from where he stood it looked as if he were a sprouted tree. though it had to have looked differently to the other students. just as there was a collective roar of laughter began panicked tiny screams and cries. which caused Kyle to cover his ears in shame and embarrassment.

turning away from that principals desk, he poked at his mom’s knee. face fully frowned as he looked at her. his sad puppy dog eyes bore into her tear glazed ones as he pulled at her attention to try and sit with her.

his five-year old speech impediment hindered any sincerity in his apology, “Mom, i'm sowwy i used my supew powews. I didn't mwean to!! i won't do it again!!” 

it was the last time he felt safe in his mother’s arms.

December 15, 2023 [11:45]

there were things little Todd Lee didn’t understand in his five year old life. for instance, he didn’t realize how crucial that rule was to the family. “We don’t show the world our powers, TJ” his father’s voice rang in the back of his mind. 

he didn’t realize that a pair of rubber sneakers could serve in a matter of life or death, and he didn’t understand how much pain his little zaps could cause others. when he accidentally zapped Dad, it never hurt him... so why did it hurt other people?

he also couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around the idea of Crystalline’s new mayor mandating that mutants of any kind could be submitted to the Sector of Humanity for experimental testing. he didn’t realize that his new school, as Principal Andrews put it, wasn’t a school at all. though he had an inkling his parents knew otherwise. it explained the packed bags, and the tug of his arm as the family raced to their car after that principal’s meeting. Mom said they had to be quick. Mom said they had to go to Desiree’s school before they could leave the city. and despite his tiny legs, he tried to keep up as he didn’t want to leave his sister behind. she had to go to the new school too!!

and he was happy to see that building--Desiree’s school. recognizing it instantly as it was the place they would stop first every morning to drop her off. every morning they’d share a hug before she left that car to go to class-- unless she was having a bad morning. in which case meant that Kyle had done something terribly wrong like eat a whole tube of chapstick on accident. either way the thought of sniping Desiree early from school, had him bouncing in his booster seat, clapping and cheering for the release of his sister and a whole afternoon in a car as they were off to a new city! --at least that’s what Mom had promised! 

fate had a different plan in mind.

seeing the trail of white vans along that school street didn’t click in the brain that they were too late even when his mother told him to sit still and be quiet. it was, again, too hard for any five year old to do, especially while Kyle sat in the backseat and watched his father being pinned to that window. the same electrical zaps thats Kyle had accidentally used could be seen as that hand pressed against that glass window, as if reaching for his son one last time. his screams of horror that filled the car where muffled as he begged his mother not to leave the car. even as she locked the door behind her, Kyle didn’t feel safe nor secure in watching his second parent being hauled away into the same white van where his father was escorted. especially not with the new necklace that made her sick.

he couldn’t stop the screams nor the crying he did as he, himself, tried to fight off the bad guys that’d taken his parents, and were now, in the back seat of that car, trying to take him. it wasn’t until he saw the needle as big as his head that the screaming reached a new level, and after he belted that squeal of a “NO,” he felt the prick and his head go heavy. 

it was probably because of the loudest scream he’d ever screamed, he told himself as he dozed off with that sedative in his veins.

December 16, 2023 [10:01]

in his dreams, he could still hear his mother’s last words. he could still hear Desiree’s shouts as she was being pulled out of that white van, and he could hear the instructions clear as day, “Desiree watch your brother. Take hold of his hand and don’t you ever let go.” but he couldn’t remember seeing the mouths move. he couldn’t remember the principal’s office. he couldn’t remember the car ride home. he couldn’t even remember what his back pack used to look like even after he’d thrown a fit about wanting a backpack with the best superhero in the world on in it, the Green Latern!

he couldn’t remember being taken, nor the van ride, or where his parents were. the only thing he could remember was the feeling of Desiree’s hand as he held on tightly and opened his eyes from the deep sleep that he’d been put under. “D-d-d-d-desiwae??”

he squeezed her hand again, to make sure it was her he was holding onto. “DESIWAE?!” he shook her, and the moment her eyes flew open, tiny arms went flying around her neck. “Whewe awr we?” 

he looked around nervously, with tear stained eyes, and a new set of clothes that weren’t his. his lip trembled as his memories continued to draw a blank. the cage-like cell around them scared him, but the pats on his back and circle rubs from his sisters fingertips were soothing him. but he had to ask as he pulled away, a hand on each of her cheeks, “Desiwea, whewe’s mom and dad?”

her lack of answer made him cry once more, his already tired and sore eyes burned with more tears as they began to flood against his cheeks “I want two gowe home!!”

she tried her best to soothe him with her words, and she tried to warn him to stay quiet, but of course, he wasn’t listening. his crying had drowned out the orders of the Doves that Desiree had heard over him. she squeezed his hand tightly-- almost too tightly that it hurt. when he looked down at their hands, his fingertips faded to a shade of white. he squealed at the pain, trying to free his squeezed fingers.

but it all made sense as the cell doors opened and he saw those threatening helmets as they began to cower over the two. and that’s when he began to grip tighter, throwing his arms more securely around her. maybe if he held on tight enough they wouldn’t take her too?

 he felt the adrenaline from his nerves  began to shudder in his body. his heart beat pumped too hard in his chest as he felt hands on his tiny shoulders threatening to pry him away from Desiree. and they were a lot stronger than his grip as he clung to that sister of his. he tried his hardest to listen to the voice in his head-- the one that told him to steady his heart beat-- the one that reminded him why they were there to begin with--- the one he should have listened to just days before in that classroom. the same one his father spoke, “We don’t show the world our powers, TJ.” he squeezed his eyes shut, and clenched his teeth, and tried to hold onto Desiree.

Don’t zap, he told himself Don’t zap! Don’t Zap! 

but he felt a sharp pain on his arm. it was a sting-- but it felt like a sting by a giant bee. he could hear the sounds of a glass syringe falling to the ground and even as he repeated the words “Don’t Zap!” 

it happened.

the hand that Desiree was holding was finally free. and it instinctively went to touch the pain on his arm. it was too much blood for a five year old to see-- it was too much of a gash for him to not cry out in pain. but his tiny little eyes focused on his sister as she recoiled from the zap.

“No!! Nononono! Desiwae, i'm sowwy!“ his blood stained fingertips reached out for her as the electricity continued to singe the red droplets in his hands. he thrashed even harder as he tried to reach his sister. her own hair a bit frazzled, and her breathing was shallow as she sat there nursing her electrocuted hand. he squealed once more as he was dragged kicking and screaming, “Down't l-l-l-et thewm take meee!” 

but they had, and sooner rather than later everything went dark yet again.

December 20, 2023 [21:01]

he had new bandages that he picked at as he sat alone in that glass cell. he tried to remember Dr. Francis’s orders to keep him secluded. he tried remember the words Dr. Francis spoke to him as they fixed his boo boo. stitches, is what the doctor called them. they were the lines in the fabric of their clothes, though they were thicker to keep his skin from falling off. they were meant to keep his booboos from hurting and bleeding, though TJ didn’t believe that that was true. he was finding it harder and harder to trust that doctor. after all, he hadn’t looked like any doctor he ever saw. 

Dr. Francis told him that if he wanted to keep himself from getting more boo boos, he’d have to listen and learn to be a good boy. and Todd promised Dr. Francis that he’d do just that. 

the little boy asked for his parents-- though their faces were beginning to warp in his mind. he asked to see his family-- though he wasn’t sure what his family looked like anymore. he asked plenty of times when he would be able to go home. he received answers, good ones, though he hadn’t a clue as to the deceptions behind them.

he hardly had any idea of the day or time or when lunch was, all he knew were the sounds of silence and foggy glass windows from when he’d wake up from his long naps.

they were the worst when he woke up that night, as he was having a nightmare of something bad happening to his parents.--parents he was still having trouble remembering. he woke up with his hair standing up yet again, he could see his reflection in the glass windows of his new home. the lights flickered overhead not only once, but twice, and then a third time. the surge of electrcity caused a static cling in his clothes. it was Dad. he could feel it in his heart.

and even though the glass was strong enough to keep him contained, it wasn’t strong enough to block out the sounds of his nightmares as they continued even as he was awake. the first sound was the sound of the guards shouting words and numbers that didn’t mean anything to the young boy. then followed the sounds of Dad’s voice shouting directions for Mom to follow. shortly after there were loud bangs and pops, for which Todd had to cover his ears. it sounded like fireworks, but scary fireworks. fireworks with no pretty lights at the end, just a quick moment of silence and total darkness, followed by a blood curdling scream form Mom. he could hear the words, “You killed him!,” which caused his tiny heart to drop, and the electricity to sting his ears as his hands pressed against his temples to block out the noise. 

“I don’t want to be asleep anymore,” he told himself. “I want to wake up,” he repeated as his cries echoed that glass chamber. the sounds from his nightmare were too loud, and the tears that were falling couldn’t be stopped. 

finally he could hear the sounds of the fireworks stop and a siren overhead pierce his ears. there were even more numbers being shouted, and directions as footsteps of guards continued to echo the hallways searching for his mother. he could hear her voice, but it didn’t sound like her voice. it sounded distorted, it sounded pained. it was a new sound of sadness he didn’t recognize in her, and it was a sadness he felt deep inside his heart. it was closer. she was talking to Desiree, he heard Desiree’s name. he could hear his mom speak to his sister a set of final words.

“Look away,” she kept repeating over and over again.

Todd didn’t know what his mother was talking about, but he wanted to know after the words finally trailed off. he couldn’t choose to look away. he was already secluded. he was already a part of the darkness. the sounds of his sister crying could be heard for just a moment until the lights finally flickered back on. she then began to wail, the sound of her cries sounded as if she were being carried away. not again! he called after the family-- still confused by what he had heard. he was still having trouble understanding everything that was going on. 

“Desiwae??” he called after her, “Mommy?!” he began to beat against the glass with his tiny fists. “Dad awr you there?!” 

but the more he called after then the more silent the hallways got. “Mom!!” the tears against his cheeks began to sizzle as they fell, and his tiny fists tried their best to wipe them away. it only resulted in more pain, as the electricity and water droplets was a terrible mixture. 

in his own frustration he cried out again, “This isn’t funny anymore!! I don’t want to play hide and seek!! Come find me aweady!!”

his sobs echoed in the glass cell as he curled up in his wool blanket. he cried himself to sleep knowing his parents wouldn’t be finding him. he cried himself to sleep the fear in his veins causing static electricity in the no longer warm blanket. he could feel his parents slipping away. he could feel as if Mom, Dad, and Desiree were already gone.

December 25, 2023 [04:01]

he didn’t know how much time had passed. he couldn’t grasp the idea of what was real any longer. he could hear the sounds play out over and over again from his nightmares even as he woke up. eyes flew open the typical bright lights as the fireworks echoed in the background again.

he whimpered at the sounds, and pulled his blanket close, and cuddled himself in that fetal position.

it was hard falling back to sleep with the sounds of sirens overhead. these were different sirens from before. stronger ones. louder ones. they made it seem as if the building was going to crumble over head and it scared poor Todd as he cowered under that blanket in fear.

though, there was something different about the sounds this time. in his nightmares there were always screams, they were screams from his family and the guards voices he could recognize. but now, he could only hear distant voices of new people. people he didn’t know. perhaps they knew where his family was?

he picked his head up from the ground in that glass cell. he must have looked like a puppy perked up. there was a man in the room who had repeated his same movements. 

“Professor Penicillin... ?” the man called out to the hallway. “Han...?!”

he was tall, he had long arms, and he was dressed in the funniest costume. and while Todd still believed in Santa, he knew that the man in front of him dressed in all red was not the real Santa Clause. Santa didn’t carry around guns!! 

his curiosity lunged for the man, however the sight of the guns scared poor Todd as he took his cautionary steps backwards.

“Hey there, little buddy, it’s okay.” he watched as the man set his guns down, and raise his hands in surrender. though there was nothing for him to surrender to Todd. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

they were words he’d already heard from days before, which made his lip quiver in even more fear. as his eyes drooped, he could feel his tear drops fall all over again. he was scared that those words were untrue. he could feel the stinging in his arm all over again, and he could hear the Dr.’s words in his mind all over again. it caused a shudder in his tiny shoulders as he whimpered once more.

the man continued to approach the glass cell. Todd watched him as he pressed a couple of buttons on the glass door console. there was a hissing sound the boy flinched at-- his eyes shut quickly but as they fluttered open, he watched as the door spring loose. he could smell the air. it wasn’t as clean as the air that was in the glass room. it was smokier, it was heavier, and it burned his lungs.

“We’re going to get you out of here, okay?” Gil’s voice, however, broke through that pain in his lungs as the man crouched to the five year old’s level. “Would you like to go home?”

home. 

there was a heartache in the boy’s empty chest as he thought of the words. before he was taken, before his family was taken, home was a quiet house just outside the town. it was in a spot just behind the hiking trails where he could see the purple sands of the beach nearby. --though it was a memory he was beginning lose as he huffed for more clean air. the sights from his mind were blurring underneath his glasses as he tried once more to connect the word home with something familiar. 

all he could remember were screams of his family.

though he tried to block those out as his vision began to refocus. eyes squinted behind his glasses, to find the warm charming smile of a man with a rather large forehead, though the boy didn’t mind the forehead at all. what he did mind was the smile as there was an immediate fondness for the way his mouth looked. it was the smile that sparked that sense of the word into the heart.

“H--h-home?” after a long exhale Todd Lee Jr smiled. “Ya,” his soft voice broke the silence as he sniffled back tears, wiping the excess droplets on his shirt. “I want to go home.” 

and without thinking anymore, he ran to the man’s side and tugged at his arm. the natural movements of the boy might have caused the man to stiffen a bit, but TJ didn’t find time to notice as he rested that head on the shoulder of the tall man. 

he let out another exhausted huff as he settled into the man’s arms, even as the man rose to his feet. it was nice to be carried, and it was nice to feel safe again. he held on tightly, tiny arms wrapped themselves around the man’s neck as he continued to wipe his damp face into that shoulder.

“Say kid, you got a name?”

a frown tugged at the boy’s tired lips. the sirens still made his head hurt, in an exhausted and breathless voice he replied, “I dunno.” it felt good to finally rest, but he had to ask in return, “What’s yourr name?”

with a hand against his back, Todd, closed his eyes, and before the exhaustion pulled at him again, he could hear the silly name as it etched in his mind, “Gilbert Gladstone, pleasure to meet you, Idunno.”

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24. favorite scene you’ve ever written

Asks for fanfic writers

24:

That’s a tough one. I’ve written a number of scenes that I still grin over. It’s not very often I like my own work, but a few do spring to mind. The majority of them I actually co-wrote with others.

I’ll add a couple here.

Conflict of Interests

A fic based on the old fan Inspector Gadget series Go Go Gadgetinis. This was a collab between me and @thatredheadedchick12

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15563118

As Gadget heard the ruckous die down, he relaxed a bit more. “Actually it isnt so bad after you get past the initial metallic bitterness. It has a very unique after taste.” He smiled before taking another healthy pull, as his brain already began to grow a bit cloudy around the edges.

“Good, I’m glad you like it. Just be sure to take it slow. If you aren’t used to drinking then it could go to your head fast.” She relaxed and braced herself on the bar with her elbows. “So…” She peered at him under the brim of his hat. “Tell me about your gadgets? I am curious about them. What kind of stuff do you have in that there body of yours?”

He set his glass down from another healthy pull as he listened to her. Something about taking it slow? Oh. His gadgets! “Well there isnt a lot I dont have. I actually have a mobile phone in my right hand. Keys, pen, helecopter…” he went on listing each gadget hidden within him as he looked at her. He was happy to tell her about himself. As he was happy to listen to her talk about herself. She was a very interesting lady and he very much enjoyed how he felt around her. They barely knew one another for 24 hours and yet he felt as though he had known her a lot longer. The way she acted around him… So… Unique. She was something else and as his head began to cloud a bit more he nearly lost track of his gadgets he listed. “So that is basically all of it. I think I forgot one or two but im sure I will remember them before the night is out. Wowzers this is good.” He took another pull, as her voice telling him to take it slow sounded deep within his mind. However a louder voice was yelling at him to drink the beautiful liquid faster as each sip tasted better than the last.

“So, you’re quite the package, huh?” She raised her glass to her lips once more. “You really are as amazing as they said you are.” Prince offered a wink before having another good swig of her ale. He was fascinating. She’d never met anyone like him before. In the back of her mind there was a prickling sensation, but she tried to drown it out by downing the rest of her glass in one go and ordering another. “You good, or are you up for another?”

As he drained his glass completely, he hiccuped rather loudly. “I… Yes! Yes another. If you dont mind?” he asked as the cloud began to take hold. It was so delicious! He couldnt help himself!

She patted him on the back and gestured for two to the bartender. “Wow, I’m glad we did this! I got to introduce you to something new and it’s been fun!”

Dick had been spying around the corner and saw her pat his back and then snake her arm around his shoulder. His brows knitted together as a pang of jealousy washed over him. That was not right…

Digit was having very much the same issue as he looked inwards through the mucky old window and almost slipped and fell off the dumpster he was stood on.

Gadget tried to swallow the lump in his throat as she threw her arm around his shoulder. “Y-yeah. You know what? I am glad we did this too. I was honestly afraid you would reject the idea of dinner with me after all the stuff I had done this morning.” His face turned instantly red as he recalled the details of his face between the twin peaks. “I… Uh… Yeah. I am glad you accepted.” His speech was slightly slurred, but not to the point of being unintelligable. As the barkeep brought their drinks he clapped his hands like a giddy school boy in a chocolate shop before he took a good swig of his beverage.

Prince let out a loud and hearty laugh as she watched him down his drink. “Think nothing more on this morning! It’s all water under the bridge. I know you didn’t mean any of it.” She joined him in downing the ale, her own brain now comfortably fuzzy. “It’s best to forget… Especially if we’re working together for a while. And you know what? I like you! You’re the best partner I’ve had so far!”

He smiled stupidly as his face took on a pink tinge from the alcohol. “And you know what?” he said before taking a few more swigs. “You…. Are amazing yourself. And not bad on the eyes.” The fuzz completely took over. He downed his stout in no time and pushed his glass forwards. “Nmmn I think I have had… ‘Hic’….. Enough…” He said as the slurring became a bit more prominant.

Easy on the eyes? Her face suddenly flushed a vivid red colour over the compliment. “Oh! W-Well, thank you, I er…” She chugged the rest of her stout, not really knowing how to respond to such a comment and placed it back down with a wobbly hand. “Me too. M-Meee tooo. I think… We… Uh… Did you wanna go? Or stay a while?”

“I… I am up for whatever you are up for. We can uh… Head back to the hotel if you want.” he said as he picked up his glass and slammed the dregs before returning it to its coaster. He attempted to get up, but ended up tripping on the bar stool and fell backwards, causing the row of chairs behind him to fall like a line of dominoes. “Heh. Whoops.”

That was strangely funny and she found herself laughing so much she couldn’t even stand up straight due to her stomach muscles tensing. She offered a shaky hand to him, still chuckling over the perfect way the chairs had fallen. “You stupid arse!”

The landlord, however, wasn’t impressed and gave them a glare.

Dick watched as Prince made for the exit with Gadget and felt a tug at his heart. It wasn’t fair… He couldn’t even speak to her. If he did, he’d risk everything.

Gadget hardly even registered the dirty looks as he took Prince’s hand and stood, nearly toppling over again. “Yes. I say we go back to the hotel now.” he said as he walked rather wobbly over to the doors and attempted to hold the door open for Prince, which was actually the only thing keeping him from faceplanting into the sidewalk.

She skipped her way awkwardly onto the pavement outside and moved quickly to Gadget’s aid as she could see him wobbling rather badly. She caught hold of him around the chest and propped him up as best as she could. “Wooooah now, hehe. You gotta stay upright! I’m not strong enough to carry you.”

“Never fear dear lady for I am…. I can walk!” he announced a bit too enthusiastically. Fortunately the hotel was a block away. “Is it hot out here?” he asked as he loosened his tie a bit. He felt… Amazing. Laid back. Relaxed. As though all his cares just melted away.

She still had hold of him, but adjusted herself so that she kept one arm around him under his own. She wasn’t feeling too steady on her legs either. In fact, the pavement was looking a bit uneaven. “It’s n-not far!” She giggled as she swayed and then came back against him with a thud. “Someone needs to tell the street to stop it.”

“It is a lot more uneven than the last time we were through here. Obviously the earth shifted!” Gadget stated as he held on to Prince.

It was a hell of a trek, but they had made it back to the hotel and Gadget had finally gotten her safely back to her room. “Welp… Prince… I ‘ave had a 'hic’ wonderul evening. I… Thank you.” he said with a silly smile as he turned to look at her, reaching up to caress her face and nearly missing.

She reached out, the night air having enhanced the drunken effects and patted his face back in return the same way as he was doing with hers. “You too! This was… Like… SO fun. We need to do it again. Because, we… I mean… We won’t get long to like… Work together and stuff. You know?” She swayed a little and used her free hand to brace herself on the wall that joined onto her bathroom.

Inside the room by the window, Data and Scooter were on recharge mode and that meant they were dead to the worldand Prince glanced over quickly to make sure they hadn’t woken up.

“Yes! Oh yes. Please. I mean… If you want. I quite enjoyed tonight. I… Yes. May I do anything for you before I turn in for the night?” he asked in his gentlemanly fashion. He probably wouldnt have been able to do much in his current state of mind, but he would try none the less.

Prince wobbled a bit again and used her other hand to grab his jacket. “I think… I think it’s… That’s all. I mean… Unless you can tell the room, the floor and my bed to hold still.” It was unusual for her to feel so woozy after just two pints, so her theory about the cask sitting for a while must have been correct. What was originally just over 6% was probably closer to a 9%.

“I… I mean I can try!” he said happily as he walked, no, staggered into her room. “Listen here room! Prince isn’t in a mood for your incooperative nature! Behave!” he said as he shook his fist at the room and it’s general contents.

Prince wobbled inside a bit as she watched him order the room to stop its shenannigans. “My hero!” She clapped playfully and laughed as he waved his fist around. The fact that he was trying was brilliant and she was glad he had a sense of humour. She’d hate to have been saddled with a partner who was as funny as a brick to the face.

“All 'n a day’s work m'lady” he said as he struck a heroic pose as he attempted to bring her in for a hug. What was the worst she could do? Push him away? He felt… Bold. He supposed they werent kidding when they called alcohol liquid courage.

She didn’t put up a fight, in fact she was still chuckling and hugged him back in return. It was a pity his threats hadn’t stopped the room from moving around so much, but she could live with that. She snaked her arms around his chest and held onto him tightly. “Are you a knight in shining armour doing battle against the evils of spinning rooms and shifting floors?”

“For you, anything.”

King of Iron Fist Tournament 8

A fic in collaboration with @thatredheadedchick12 again. NSFW WARNING

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13810308

Inside her room Rae breathed a sigh of relief as the hammering on her door stopped. She didn’t fancy the maid stumbling across her bloody corpse, after all. She slowly slumped back onto her bed and let out a large sigh. Great, now she’d definitely screwed up and made an enemy. Maybe he wasn’t malfunctioning after all.

Raihiko leaned against her door and let out a sigh. She could hear the muffled argument going on outside, but at least she couldnt see is anymore. Dear god. That thing should be registered as a weapon!

Bryan, however, wasnt going to waste any more time. He reared back and punched a hole near the handle and quickly unlocked and opened it and stormed right in.

“You want to fucking die- you!” he snapped as he recognized the heap on the bed.

Rae flailed as she heard the splintering of wood, as she sat bolt upright on her bed, her leather jumpsuit around her waist. “THE FUCK!?” There, stood in his white underwear, was Bryan looking exceedingly miffed. “You call that fucking knocking!?”

“I fucking knocked.” he growled as the fact that her jumpsuit was around her waist completely went over his head. “The fuck is the big idea?” he hissed as he stepped closer, letting the broken door swing shut behind him.

Meanwhile Raihiko had grabbed a cocktail glass and was listening in. If he was going to throttle her new friend she would be ready to jump in, but she felt if she barged in there that very second she would only make it worse.

Rae grabbed a nearby pillow and held it in front of her. “The hell are you even talking about!? I was minding my own business trying to cool down and having a banging contest with whoever was next door! And now this? Now my door is busted and people can see in!” She hurled her pillow towards him in frustration. “I don’t want any old git seeing me change!”

Bryan growled as he caught the pillow from out of the air and tossed it to thw side.

“Yeah! That was me telling you to shut the fuck up! I’m next door.” His voice rumbled as he stepped closer.

“That was YOU? Oh for crying out loud. Why didn’t you just yell? You do enough of it as it is!” She tried to battle with her jumpsuit again, her skin sticking to the fabric again making it hard work. “How was I to know that thud was you saying that?”

Sergei had been disturbed from his poetry reading by the commotion and has ventured outside of his room to see what was going on. If it was someone who had come for him, he would deal with it. As the shouting continued, his eyes narrowed. No. It wasn’t for him. But whoever it was they were sure being overly loud and loutish.

Rai’s eyes widened as she tossed the glass on her bed. She grabbed her Tonfa from the top of her bag as she moved to her door and quickly opened it to see she was not the only one disturbed by the happenings. She looked to the man across from her before she moved to Rae’s door. She noticed the big hole near the handle and swallowed hard. She didnt want to use her weapons. She wpuld surely be disqualified from competing if she attacked another competitor, but she wouldnt let this brute harm her new aquaintance. She stood by the door, listeing as he tonfa rested against the back of her arms, the end blades past her handles resting on the back of her thighs. She was ready if she was needed.

Sergei simply regarded the other woman who had joined him in the hallway. When he caught sight of her weapons, he gave her a very subtle shake of the head.

Raihiko tilted her head at the man in the doorway.

“What? Am i supposed to just let him tear her apart?” she whispered harshly as she backed up to her doorway. Was he nuts? Though…. Maybe he was right? Maybe she shouldny poke the bear with her weapons.She gave them a professional spin before she retreated to throw them on her bed for now before she ran back to the hallway to listen.

Bryan narrowed his eyes. She was certainly testing his self restraint, and there wasnt much there to begin with.“An idiot would know a knock to the wall is a sign of shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he balled his fists. He was on the verge of seething. This woman was jump roping with his last nerve.

Sergei simply stood with his eyes on the broken door. He was conflicted with regard to the other female voice he could hear coming from inside. This was the King of Iron Fist. If she was unable to defend herself, why would she be here? But if he allowed Bryan to go ahead and kick seven shades out of her, what sort of gentleman would he be? Not that he would ever really speak about such things, but he had strong opinions. He glanced over to Raihiko, moved forwards and leaned against the wall next to Rae’s door, his arms folded across his chest and one boot on the paintwork.

Rai blinked as the man stood besides her and leaned against the wall. Wait, would he help her take bryan if he tried to take out Rae?

“Can you see anything?” she asked in a whisper as she tried to peer around him. Wait. Could he ever understand her? She couldnt quite figure it out yet. He hadnt said a word. She didnt even know his name! She nearly tripped on her own foot as she tried to move around him to get a better look.

He held out a gloved hand to stop her toppling over, but to also stop her revealing herself. The hole in the door was large enough to be able to see movement through, after all. He slowly raised a digit on his other hand up to his lips. He didn’t want to do anything if it was not needed and he certainly didn’t want them to know they were there.

“An idiot!? Rich coming from someone who just goes around destroying things for no god damn reason and then expects me to magically know via telepathy or some shit that a bang on the wall meant shut up when he is CLEARLY capable of using his brutish, overly loud voice!” She shot to her feet. “And another thing! What gives you the right to even enter my room?”

Bryan ground his teeth as he tried to keep his cool.

“You know what? Fuck you.” he said as he turned on his heel to leave. He was pissed. And if he didnt leave now, the maid would be scraping her off the walls.

“Try to keep it the fuck down in here.” he growled before he ripped open the door.

Rae felt her stomach churn as he turned to leave and watched his retreating form until the door had slammed shut behind him. Something didn’t quite sit right again. Why was he being so passive? It wasn’t that she wanted to die horribly. But she couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to the man… If he could be called that. She scrunched her eyes shut and flopped back down on her bed as images of his white underwear assaulted her mind. She would find out, though. She had always enjoyed watching his fights, so if he was breaking then surely someone needed to be informed.

Outside Sergei stood bolt upright as Bryan left the room, the door slamming, but swinging due to the broken handle and lock.

Rai slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the sudden gasp that nearly escaped her lips. “Arigato. I am normally not so-” but she was cut off by the form of Bryan plowing through the door. She suddenly pressed her back against the man, trying to make herself small as the brute trudged back to his room.

Bryan didnt even register that he had a mini audience as he ripped open his own door and entered before slamming it shut, causing Rai to flinch. She finally let out the breath she didnt realize she was holding.

He was pissed. He grabbed his pack off the table and lit up a smoke as he began pacing. He needed to let off some damn steam. But how? That bitch next door to him had really lit a fire under his ass.

Rae was also pissed. She scrubbed at her face furiously and rolled off of her bed. Once she was on the floor she shuffled to the adjoining wall and punched it making sure it made as much noise as possible without damaging it. “NEXT TIME WEAR SOME DAMN CLOTHES, YOU FUCKING ASS!”

Currently Untitled

An FF7 fic with no title I started years ago and never finished. It’s so old and terrible, But i enjoyed writing the comical dialogue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2836442/chapters/6363332#workskin

Seeing the city in the distance, they both swallowed loudly. It was a beautiful place, but they only saw it as a place of evil.

“DAMMIT”, cried Cloud punching at a near by shrub, “Why!?”

Cid decided to follow suit and began to strangle a small sapling, but to no avail.

One of them needed to get a grip, as flying off the hook in such a manner was really not going to do them any good. So, Cid, seeing he was getting no where in his attempted sapling strangulation, took a deep breath and tried his best to calm Cloud down.

“I don’t get why. I mean… I do! But, WHHHYYYY?!”

“Get a grip, man… DAMMIT!” Cid gave him a good thwack across the face, to which Cloud responded by sniffing.

Wacky Races 2004 - Chapter 14 (Chapter 6 of DD’s Ending - Survivalists)

A fanfic I started in 2002/2003. One chapter in particular stands out, as I wrote it with my husband.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9018259/1/Wacky-Races-2004

The wind howled against the side of the car causing the snow to form large drifts. The windshield had been smothered blocking all view to the outside world. Rachel shivered into her coat and laughed at Dick as he struggled to get to the back seat over the stick and hand brake.

“Drat! Double drat! Last time I opt for a manual!”

In his frustration he forgot to balance his weight and keened forward.

Raising a brow Rachel placed her hands on her hips. “Hey, careful of the upholstery. I jus… What do you mean YOU? It’s my car you fool.”

Another laugh echoed through the car, but it was cut short as he lost his balance.

“Ah. AGH!”

His head was caught in a dizzy whirlwind where images of planes and pidgeons assaulted his mind. He thought how lucky he had been to have his fall suppressed by the vehicle’s air bags but then…remembered that was at the front of the car.

“Oh…my…”

Rachel let out a surprised shriek, pushed his shoulders back and leaped backwards in her seat. She wasn’t sure how to feel and flushed red hot. “Aiiyaah, c-careful where you stick that nose of y-yours!”

It suddenly felt very warm in the car and it wasn’t anything to do with the heaters.

He reflexively touched his nose in response to the comment. The assertion blocking out any guilt of having accidently violtated his fellow racing competitor.

“Look Felicity Funbags! I happen to have a nose of character! What occured was an accident - pure and simple!”

She had adopted a somewhat fetal position in the corner of the car, her knees up to her chest.

“What did you just call me!?”

Her brow furrowed, but it was difficult to tell due to the lack of light in the car.

“And, yes. I suppose I should expect it from you. Mr Accidents-R-Us!” She scoffed and flailed a finger in the dim light towards what she hoped was his face. “You’re so accident prone it’s a wonder people don’t follow you in an ambulance!”

“Accidents? Those were fully intentional schemes gone awry to secure the lead posi-” He stopped and brushed a finger over the tip of his nose. “Uh, yes. You’re right accidents.” He chided, settling into the back seat opposite her.

“Hmph.” She pulled her coat on tighter even though she was radiating heat. “Anyway, you’re here now. I told you that the front seat was no good for sleep.”

The wind howled louder, subsided and then got up again as she paused for a moment to figure out just how close he was sitting.

“I told you there was room for two.”

“Then how did you fit back here?”

He smirked to himself twisting his moustache around his index finger then realised Muttley was not there to be present to his jest. It felt a little depressing not hearing that familiar snicker.

“I beg your p…” she certainly was not going to stand for that comment.

She swung a punch satisfied that it would at least land somewhere that hurt.

Removing his plump hat and toying with it in his hands as he thought on the absence of his cohort and was suddenly surprised to see a fist punch through it’s crown.

“Eegads! My hat!”

“What?”

Rachel struggled to see in the dim light and could just make out the outline of Dick flailing with his hat.

“What about your hat? Nuts to your hat! You insulted me!”

“Getoffgetoffgetoffgetoff-!”

In his panic, he yanked his hat towards himself trying to get the fist through it out but through lack of planning yanked the entire arm and body of Rachel onto him.

“Oof!” She landed with a thud, face first onto his chest, her fist still stuck through his precious head gear.

A moment passed as she attempted to get up, her free hand slipping off the side of the leather seat every time she tried to push herself up and landing on Dick each time she aimed wrong.

“Agh! Eep! Let go!”

Dick froze with his arms paralyzed above his head holding the hat aloft as the aggressive woman continued to rise and fall onto him. Thoughts were a luxury his male biology couldn’t afford right now.

Rachel felt him tense under her and this made her realize just what sort of a predicament she was in. She took the opportunity to attempt to get up. Each movement was slow and exaggerated to be sure she didn’t make the situation any worse.

He lay stiff like a board, watching her arm slip easilly out of the hat despite having created the awkward situation earlier.

After managing to sit up once more, she fanned herself with a hand and squinted towards her racing companion.

“A-Are you OK?”

He seemed to still be rigid and she began to get a little concerned.

“Hey! I s-said are y-you OK?” She prodded him lightly and as best as she could in low visibility in the hopes of stirring some sort of reaction.

“Fine as wine!” He squeaked out.

He still didn’t move. Her body atop his prevented any thoughts of movement.

She slowly slid herself off and returned to her corner. He certainly didn’t sound fine, despite what he said.

“Are you sure?”

She drew her knees back in towards her chest and gave him some room.

“I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

He pulled the hat back over his crown to hide the heat in his cheeks as he rose to sit much like she did opposite him.

“Not at all! Perish the thought!”

“Oh phew!” She let out a sigh of relief. Though she wanted to punch him for that comment, it was only going to be a light punch. She didn’t want to cause too much harm to him. After all, she was fond of the idiot.

“Uh, so, er…” She twiddled her thumbs. “Nice weather. Shame about all the frostbite.”

He chortled nervously.

“Eheh, why yes. It’s very…” He looked out the window with a sigh. “Bitey.”

“Bitey?” Rachel shuffled around a little. “Yes. Bitey frostbite. Mmm.” It seemed as if she was just blurting out any old thing that entered her head. She felt awkward and was not sure what on earth she should do about it. There was no escaping the car, not unless she wanted to walk miles back to the hotel and probably freeze to death on the way.

“Uh…I uh…” He noticed her shiver and removed his purple coat, holding it out to her. “It’s pretty cold so…”

She watched as he took off his coat and hold it out to her. Almost taken aback, she stared at it for a few moments before finally managing to form words. “Oh! N-No, it’s fine. Don’t worry. I don’t want you getting cold either.”

He put it on her and crossed his arms, huffing out a cloud of frosty air.

“H-Hey! Now you’ll get cold.” She started to take it off again to return to him.

He shook his head and laughed.

“You kidding? When I didn’t sleep on the floor the living room in my childhood home was colder than this! Ahah!”

Rachel tilted her head and pulled the sleeve back on. “Living room? Wait, sleep on the floor? You didn’t, did you? When was this? Who made you do that?” Her voice took on a shocked breathlessness as her mind tried to process what he had just said.

“Mother. I think. I just remember a woman who told me what to do. It wasn’t very fun.” He stroked his moustache nostalgically.

“Oh. That sounds rather horrendous. So, it was cold?”

“I suppose. It was the forgetting to feed me that mostly took it’s toll. Oh. The floor. Yeah. It was.”

Rachel lowered her gaze to the floor. “I had no idea. Wow.” A small smile spread across her face. “Well, things are better now, right?” She patted his shoulder. “I mean, you’re a Wacky Racer, after all.”

“It’s alright. I don’t remember much. I can only recall finding a runt in a cardboard box and nursing him back to health.” He touched a finger to his chin, thinking back. “After that it was just schemes and dreams.”

“Dreams? You had something to hope for? I take it that was the goal of winning, right?” She reclined back in her seat and rested her knees against the back of the drivers seat.

“Hope for? No. No nonsense like that. I just kept coming up with reasons to laugh with that stupid mangy hound.” He chuckled despite the remark.

“Heyyy.” She nudged him with her elbow. “He’s not so mangy.” Muttley was indeed a favourite of hers and she found herself feeling terribly sorry for him whenever one of Dick’s plans would backfire. “Is that all you do it for?”

He scratched his chin idly in thought. “I used to believe I was achieving something back in my hayday, but the more I failed. The more I realised I didn’t want to succeed. It was more fun that way.”

“You didn’t want to succeed? But, what about winning the races? Being crowned the world’s wackiest racer? The sponsorships, money, fame?” Rachel’s brow furrowed. “I don’t get it. You always seemed so driven to win.”

He turned to her rather somlemnly and spoke slowly. “But what happens when you do win?”

“I guess,” she looked at her hands, her fingers were nervously linked together, “I guess that you win the money, the title, go on with sponsorships and…” She paused for a moment. “Wait for the next race?”

He nodded not turning away. “And then what?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. I guess people just go on with their lives.” She shrugged her shoulders. It was true, she hadn’t really thought about it. Like everyone, she had just been focussed on winning.

“I don’t want to win or I have nothing left to…what’s that word you used? 'Hope’ for.”

She reeled back in shock. “What? I find that somewhat hard to believe.” She began chewing on her lip anxiously. What he had said had jolted her internally. “Everyone knows who you are and what you do. You could probably do anything you wanted.”

He chuckled and fell back in his chair forgetting the cold for a second. “Haha, my dear, that is precisely what I am doing!”

“But, as you say, then what? What happens when this race is over? What will you do?”

“I would have won and would no long be the dark horse underdog of the Wacky Races. Why would I give up that thrill so easilly? People never think I’m going to win, so it makes it all the more fun when I finally do.”

“So you want to win eventually? Have you thought about when that might be? I mean, you’ve been winning the last couple of races no problems.” She leaned back and rested her head against the seat. After removing her cap, she tossed it into the front and awaited his reply.

He smirked scratching his chin idly with a finger. “Heh, like you…I don’t put much thought into it. I just make sure I’m having fun with it.”

“Like me?” She raised a brow and chuckled under her breath. “What makes you so sure I don’t think about what I do, Mister?” She jabbed him on his shoulder. “I may be smarter than you think.”

“Because if I’m not mistaken when I asked the purpose to winning, you answered and I quote: 'I don’t know. I never really thought about it.’”

Rachel shook her head. “Agh! Damn it. Heyyyy, fine. Come on. It’s late and cold. My head is in a mess.” She chuckled again. “I can’t help it if I’m spouting bollocks. It must be, what… 3AM?” She craned her neck to see her dashboard.

Dick’s Head was lain back under his hat. “Snooooort!” The sounds of his nostrils flaring from exhaustion resounded through the vehicle.

“Hey! HEY!” Rachel jabbed him in his ribs. “Wake up! That’s not fair, you’re not supposed to fall asleep while I’m talking to you!”

He snorted and sat up at attention “Huh whu whassat?”

Unfortunately, when he sat up his head collided with hers. “OUCH! Ooyah!” She grasped her head and keeled over. “Nrrrgh!”

He grasped at his head in pain. “Yeow yeowzer yeow!” He then blinked momentarilly afterward and rather then insult the girl; “Are you alright?”

Rachel just let out a low 'hnnnnn’ sound as she rolled back and fourth on the seat. She now wished she hadn’t removed her hat as it may have stopped or cushioned the blow.

He glanced at her forehead and chuckled “Now, now it isn’t all that bad. Just think we can call it a beauty mark tomorrow!”

She peered up at him with a furious expression, still doubled over on the seat. “I’ll give you beauty mark. Just be glad it wasn’t my eye! How would we explain a black eye?”

He stopped to think a moment then grinned. “Mascara?”

“I don’t wear that crap!”

He smirked. “Oh yes yes, quite. My bad.”

She hit him again, this time harder. “HMPH!”

“Owch! I see your mother passed some wonderful traits onto you,” He said nursing his poor arm.

“OH, we’re talking about mothers, are we?” Her eyes narrowed as a strange smirk spread across her face.

“Yes, well if you ever meet mine I’m sure she’ll be sporting a wicked attitude and moustache herself,” He retorted

That did it. Just the mental image alone. Rachel sucked in air, choked a little and fell about in hysterics. Her mind instantly imagined Dick in a dress.

Dick could only imagine what she was laughing about but he had a pretty good idea.

She attempted to catch her breath and leaned forwards resting her chin on the back of her hands. “Oh man. That’s funny. That’s good stuff.” A tear rolled from the corner of her eye from all the laughter and landed on the seat.

He smirked and tipped his hat at an angle over his eyes as he sat back and cross his arms. “Laugh it up, I know I would.”

After wiping at her eyes with her sleeve she shook her head and pulled on Dick’s coat over her, bundling up like a sausage roll. “You know nothing.”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage. The fatigue dragging his eyes down like weights.

“Ah ah ah!” A hand shot out from under the coat and prodded his ribs. “Are you saying I’m boring?” After sitting up straight she unfurled the coat from around her shoulders and handed it over towards him. “Here. Have it back. You don’t want to end up with a crick in your neck or something.”

He glared unfavorably at her. His eyes stemming red from the lack of sleep he was getting. “Are you capable of shutting up and going to sleep?”

Her brow instantly furrowed and her lips thinned to a small line. “Fine! Take your smelly coat!” She threw it at him. “Telling ME to shut up. Especially after that little stunt at the hotel earlier. What was all that about, huh?” Her voice trailed off into a low mumble as she continued cursing under her breath, turning away in a huff and folding her arms.

He flinched as the coat slapped against his side but just sighed and tried to drift off, ignoring her frustrations.

“And budge over.” She ignored his sighing and pushed her butt into his to shove him further to the side. “Taking all the god damn room. How am I supposed to sleep like that Mister I-Love-You-Shut-Up-And-Go-To-Sleep.” She fidgeted some more and folded her legs under her to take up more room.

He chuckled and made a fake groan. “Oh lord, is that the moon falling? What could this crushing weight be?” He reached out and grabbed a hand full of it to emphasize his point.

Rachel instantly yelped and jumped over to her side. “Aiiie! Watch where you’re grabbing!” She slapped a hand around in his general direction in case he was still trying it.

He had already moved his hand and watched her swat out of corner of his eye, only replying with a chuckle.

“Grabbing ladies butts. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She turned her head and stuck out her tongue. “First you’re all moody then that! HMPH!” She shuffled noisily, trying to make as much noise as she could on purpose.

“When I see a lady…” He yawned. “I’ll be sure to do so.” A wicked smirk arose on his face.

Rachel shot upright and glared at him. “I beg your pardon?!”

He once again lapsed into a bout of snoring under his hat.

“How dare you!?” Her voice was high pitched as she grabbed hold of his hat and began to pelt him with it over and over. “Insult me, will you? Tell me to shut up, will you? Say my ass is as big as the moon, will you!?”

He flailed and twitched under her assault but found himself laughing regardless.

“Stop laughing, you nit!” She continued to swipe. “It’s… not… funny!”

He finally gave in, sat straight and grabbed her wrist in mid attack. “I think you’ll find, my dear, it is.”

“Ouch!” She scowled at him and wiggled her nose in disgust. “Careful how you g…” He kissed her cheek and smiled at her cutting her sentence short. “Don’t… Don’t you try and butter me up, Mister!”

His smirk only widened. “That I can accomodate you with at a later time.”

“Wait… What?” She blinked in confusion, her brain trying to figure out what he had just said. When it finally registered her grimace transformed into a wide, goofy grin. “Now, that’s just dirty.”

He released his grip, twiddling his moustache as he sunk back into his chair. “Dastardly one might say.”

She picked up his coat and flopped it on his lap. “Seriously, though. I’m OK. Take it back and keep warm. I don’t want you getting hypothermia or something.”

“You know” He said, still twiddling his moutache. “They say the best way to keep warm in circumstances like this is to share body heat.”

She blinked again, leaning forward on the seat with her hands. “Wh-What?” She slipped off the seat and quickly caught herself. “They do? Who is this 'they’?”

He only continued in stroking his moustache. “Oh, you know, survivalists.”

“Oh? You know some survivalists?” She gave him a sarcastic grin and yanked at the other side of his mustache.

“Yeah, I contacted them shortly after falling for you.” He mired back at her.

She tilted her head. “What?” An eyebrow raised again. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh nothing you have to concerned about, my dear.”

“Now you said that I can’t HELP but be concerned.” She folded her arms in a huff and sat back roughly.

He replied by only smiling in a dastardly way and snuggled down into his seat.

Silence fell again as Rachel pouted. She hated not being in the know and she was sure he was doing it on purpose. After a while she couldn’t resist piping up again. “So, what else did these survivalists say?”

“About what in particular?” He said gesturing in a quizzative way.

“Well, you said they told you about this whole body heat thing.” She narrowed her eyes. “What else did they say?”

He smirked. “Oh lots of helpful survivalist..things.”

“Liiike?” She leaned forward on her hands and urged him to continue. She did not intend on letting it go.

“Hey look, a sudden distraction!” He pointed wildly in a panicked state at the window.

“Hm?” Her head whipped to the side. “Oh yeah. Snow. Great.” She narrowed her eyes again and slumped back into her seat again. “Fine. I get it.”

He stretched, flexing his fingers infront of him while casting an innocent smile.

Silence once more. Rachel hated uncomfortable silences. She kept giving Dick sideways glances hoping he’d start conversation again. When certain it was a lost cause she sighed. “So, yeah. About Max…”

Dick raised a brow awaiting the end to her statement.

“I didn’t encourage him, you know. That’s not the type of person I am. He just got,” she paused for a second and rubbed the back of her neck. “Clingy.”

This Doggy Bites

Still going RP between me and @dagurlicious

https://www.wattpad.com/story/54795952-this-doggy-bites

Below decks, Dagur had taken to picking at a wooden table with a small blade, mumbling incoherently to himself and occasionally rubbing at his arm. When he heard footsteps his head snapped up to see who dared disturb his brooding time and saw Rae. “What do you want, wench? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He saw the deer on her shoulders and frowned deeper. “I thought I told you to leave that to the men!?”

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t.” She dumped the deer right onto the table that he was picking at and stood with her hands on her hips. “Unlike some, I actually like to pull my weight around here.”

Dagur flinched as the deer hit the table right in front of him with a violent thud. He scowled up at Rae with an unimpressed glare and slammed the blade into the wooden surface. “There you go with those jaded insults again, wench! How about you say what you really mean?” He pushed himself away from the table and circled it until he was face to face with her.

Rae stared up at his face and wrinkled her nose at him, a small smirk on her lips. “You couldn’t handle it if I did, wussboy.” She shoved him playfully. “You can’t even handle a little punch. You whine and complain like a baby!”

She had touched him again. Made physical contact. It may not have been as painful as a punch, but it still caused him to shoot her a nasty look. “Don’t call me that!” He gripped hold of her tunic again. “So help me, I will crush the greedy milk from your bones with my teeth!”

“I haaave noooo idea what you just said, but it sounds brutal and awesome.” She reached her hands up, grabbed hold of his hands and attempted to remove them from her clothing. “Easy on the clothes, Wussboy. Yeesh! I only have this set on board.”

He kept his grip firm despite her attempting to pry his hands off of her attire. “What did I just say!?” He virtually roared in her face, spit flying out of his mouth as he shouted. “I can only take so much of your crap, Rae! Only so much before I-” He began to chuckle, his face breaking from his frown into a psychotic smile. “-Before I snap and teach you a lesson.” He let go of her tunic with one of his hands and moved it to her throat. “Go on. Call me Wussboy again. I dare you.” He moved his face in closer, his nose touching hers and hissed. “I dare you, wench.”

Rae didn’t know how to react. The fact that he had his hand around her throat was one thing, the fact that he was in such a close proximity that she was being tickled by his breath was another. And now he was daring her to call him names again. She tried to avert her eyes to focus her thoughts and continued to attempt to pry his hands off. “I… Well… Why should I? Not on your command. I’m not a trained dog!”

He tightened his grip on her clothing and moved his hand from her throat to her chin, tilted it upwards so that she was looking him dead in the eye and laughed. “Not so tough now, are you? …. Little doggy?” He made a barking sound to tease her further and continued laughing to himself.

Such a mockery, although expected, was not something Rae wanted to let him get away with. She reached her hands out to either side of his helm, yanked him closer, leaned her face in and sunk her teeth into his lower lip triumphantly.

“YARRRGH!” Dagur’s eyes flew open as her teeth sank into his lip in the most agonizing way. The pain was sharp, piercing and intense and he felt tears form in the corners of his eyes. He shoved himself backwards in an attempt to get away from the crazy wench. Unfortunately, that only served to stretch his lip and, in turn, caused more pain and broke the skin. He flailed around and managed to yank his lip free, stumbled back tripping over his own feet, landed against the table and grabbed at his mouth protectively.

Rae wiped her mouth and spat onto the floor. She had not known how he’d react to her doing that and her heart was racing, ready to defend herself should he have retaliated right away. “This doggy bites!”

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