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jellyvibes710 · 5 months

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2024 has approached and has smacked me in the face, where the hell the new year come from??

Anyways, my drawings this year 😎

The first three are from an eddsworld comic I'm working on, I decided to pick up a pencil after about two years without drawing and it became a side project, it's hard to believe that a small (well, not very small) project lead me to all this 👀💙💜❤️🧡

I can't believe the improvement over a year, that's insane.

I just wanted to thank you guys for helping me find the motivation to start drawing again, I never thought I'd come so far and honestly I can't thank you guys enough, I'm awful with words but thank you thank you thank you.

Especially special thanks to @abbeyofcyn @skylabrea @wandering-ghost @the-fluidiest-gender @ilivelikeimtrying (I really hope I didn't forget anybody, I'm bad with names ahhhh) you all helped me in more ways than I can count and I'm grateful to have you guys in my life 🫂

For once in a long time I'm looking forward to what's ahead, admittedly bad start but I'm still looking forward to what's to come, so to start off a new year I figured I'll show you all what's to come after little baby blue is complete

Spoilers ;]

The first drawings of this year too

Originally I wanted to do a future au that focused on Casey Jr and his life in the apocalypse, but little baby blue was created instead and being honest, I thought about it for like two days then jumped right in because I got excited, so the first few parts up till recently have been completely off the top of my head, I have everything planned, every detail, I got scripts and future parts sketched out as rough drafts, I have Playlists for future animations, I planned everything but the very very beginning, so oops.

But LAST HOPE AU will be a prequel to little baby blue, everything in little baby blue will link back and connect with last hope and vice versa, there has already been hints and foreshadowing in little baby blue that tie in with last hope, events that have happened in Casey's timeliness have already started to appear, just not in the way it had in his time. Everything will tie together in a neat little bow hehe.

We do get small snippets of Casey's past in Little Baby Blue but the story mainly focuses on leo and his brothers. Last Hope is dedicated to Casey Jr and his story that lead to the events of LBB.

A small bit of detail of the characters Casey mainly interacts with

Donnie makes more than just guns with his ninpo as you can see, he saves close combat weapons for his most bloodlust of days, especially when his family gets hurt. His hands are scarred from building the best tech he can with what little he's got, all his family wears this specially designed tech because out of everybody he wants to keep his dum dum brother's, April and Cassandra alive the most. He has the base in heavy lockdown and has strict system when it comes to missions that him and leo enforced to ensure maximum survival, donnie is cold blooded and fierce and only allows his family into his tech room that's heavily secured. When Casey Jr is born Donnies "emotionally unavailable" image gets turned to dust and genuinely gets excited when it's his turn to watch Jr, it's the only time he's actively away from his tech and security systems is to watch Casey Jr but he doesn't worry about it because if he's not there S.H.E.L.D.O.N. is on watch and notifies donnie when it's an emergency or something important, once Jr is old enough he allows Casey into his tech room and teaches Casey about how his tech works and how it operates.

Mikey never reaches his old man stage, only being 40 when the events of the movie take place. This is mainly due to the fact that he never learned how to cure kraang infected survivors, once someone is infected they couldn't be saved. He's at his most powerful protecting those closest to him and is still the main cook, him and donnie are the last line of defense if the base is ever attacked. He's the most connected to their family ninpo, him and leo work together to try and reawaken Leo's powers and were actually successful until leo lost his arm, he could never find out what had Leo's ninpo in a chokehold. Him and Casey have an entire room dedicated to wall art and often when mikey watches Casey they need to bathe all the paint off him afterwards, It's the only room full of color and is open to everyone to sit and enjoy the colors.

Raph is big, angry, intimating and powerful, but he is the kindest heart you'll find in the turtle group. Him and Cassandra go on missions together most of the times and he took her passing the hardest, he was a father figure to Casey Jr and despite being the biggest turtle he was the most gentle with Jr. He passed suddenly but died protecting those he loved most. Mikey talks with raph A lot after his death and donnie chimes in from time to time but unfortunately leo is unable to reach raph but knows he's there.

Leo is the leader of the resistance, he's looked up too as much as he's looked down upon, he doesn't take kindly to insults about his family and will put you in your place if one is threatened. He bugs Donnie a lot and try to do their traditional twin night as often as they can, along with being leader of the resistance he also helps Mikey cook, he helps Raph make clothes, and helps Donnie with security, he doesn't have time to watch Casey but always keeps an eye on him, sometimes when dee and Leo have twin nights they bring Casey with, after Leo loses his arm Casey is attached to his hip and after Raphs death Leo takes Casey under his wing and teaches him everything he needs to know to survive.

Cassandra is the mother of Casey Jr, she’s crazy fearless and insanely strong for being human. Even when she was pregnant she was trying to kick kraang butts, after Jr was born she settled down for a few months with April at her side who was teaching her how to properly handle an infant. After those few months though she was right back to her crazed energy and fighting spirit, she took it upon herself to teach the other mothers how to fight off kraang while protecting their kids, one example is kicking kraang face while burping child. Multitasking at its finest. She was in her sons life till he was 3 1/2 years old and she tragically lost her life, we will witness how she lost her life in little baby blue through one of the flashbacks Casey has and it’ll also be in last hope, sadly Casey was there to witness his mother’s final moments.

The one, the only, April O’Neal! Commander and right hand lady of the resistance, she’s always around the base trying her best to help lessen the load on Leo’s shoulders while still trying to be her bubbly self. She’s mostly helping her mother out in the medbay though and was there to help save Leo’s life multiple times, always followed by treating the soft shells wounds shortly after his freak outs. She’s not very well trained in medicine but her mother and Leo have taught her most of the basics knowledge for when she’s in battle and is needed. She is one of the few that survives till the events of the movie

I look forward to what's coming in little baby blue, and for what's to come in LAST HOPE. I hope you all are as excited as I am hehehe

There is WAY, W A Y more details and story but I don't want to spoil the whole thing ;]

Also as a bonus, if anyone is interested or just curious, l'll answer any questions either regarding little baby blue or last hope. Though depending on the question you may get spoilers, you've been warned 🫡

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rise fanart #rottmnt raph #rise of the tmnt #little baby blue au #last hope au #future donatello #future mikey #future april #future leo #future raph #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt cassandra jones

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crystalaris · 1 year

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Please Don't Hate Me!

(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)

Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.

Poor Layla , she didn't sign up for this

In other words:

In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family

Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 3: You're in Deep Shit Marc Spector

Warning: mentions of depression and someone passing out,

also Layla steals the show, good for her

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Loud, constant clacking filled the dimming room as a woman with long, dark, curly hair sat at her desk typing away with a harsh, but determined look.

She was frustrated, royally pissed, but most of all, Layla was worried.

Her baby girl, yes hers.

Marc had left, leaving divorce papers a few weeks after his disappearance, sure they were unsigned, but she didn't care!

He. Left!

He has no right to say he cares!

He. Has. No. Fucking Right.

Marc Left.

And it tore her baby girl apart.

It tore her heart as well, but that she can handle.

She can be wounded, she can bleed till her last drop and she will still be able to move. It would be hard but she can get up and try again. It would take time and she would have to learn to trust again, but she could, would heal.

But watching her baby girl fall apart?

Literally fall apart, piece by piece?

That was the kicker.

The Final straw.

That was Marc stabbing her, them, in the back.

Layla had already lost her father, she can't help her wish to know how or why, but she could live.

She had met Marc, got married, and had a sweet baby girl. In a way she moved past her father's death.

She had a family of her own.

HAD!

Marc stole that from her!

Stole her new family! He ripped them apart viciously by leaving!

Of course she's livid!

Her sweet little baby girl nearly cried that first week that had gone by with absolutely no word from Marc.

At first, she thought he was on another one of Khonshu's missions. Sometimes they ran long. Normally it was no big deal. Sure, it was odd he hadn't said anything before leaving, but she understood how demanding that god could be. There were multiple talks and rants, the frustration with that topic alone could topple mountains.

So she had understood.

Key word, had.

Watching the frown appear on her daughters face when Layla said papa went on a trip was worrying, but not enough to draw Layla's attention.

Not yet, at the very least.

But when the week finished up and there were still no signs of Marc? Layla started to worry.

Worry that Marc was dead, long gone to a place neither could reach.

There is a saying that 'no news is good news'.

It's a Lie.

'No news' is Worse.

It's no wonder 'Hope' was in Pandora's box.

'No news' leaves you wondering what happened, how it happened, maybe even why. But you hold on to that hope, no matter how small. You pray nothing has gone wrong, every single day. You wait, holding your breath, 'One more day' you'll chant. 'I'll find out tomorrow' but when tomorrow comes? It's the exact same thing, making your worry and dread grow till eventually it slowly becomes a crushing weight. Hope, once an ally, has become the backstabber, the taunter, the solid boulder. It drives you crazy with 'what ifs'.

'No news' can mean so much more.

And it drags on in the most torturous of ways.

So when Marc didn't check in like normal, didn't warn her about the silence required on his mission, to keep them safe, she started to worry.

But their daughter, her little treasure who has fiercely loved her father for all these years, seemed to have noticed as well.

Layla never really knew just how much their baby girl paid attention to their comings and going. Honestly, she would have been impressed if those observations hadn't bothered her baby girl.

It had started small enough, a meal missed here, another skipped there. Her little girl sleeping in their bedroom, sometimes stealing some of Marc's shirts, the dirty shirts.

Layla didn't have the heart to scold her after the fourth time, not after that heartbreaking mumbled apology. She can't help but wonder where she learned those puppy dog eyes.

Not when Layla realized she hadn't seen her little girl in days.

Her child who would rather play outside with her father insread of watching a movie or play video games seemed to hide behind them now, almost obsessively. Layla's daughter Refusing to ride or even look at the swings, or anything that had to do with her activities with Marc. The tree he had caught her in was empty except for the leaves. The couch where she always slept on top of Marc now sat empty. The blanket now moved to the recliner. Touch no longer seemed to sooth her little girl.

The little hugger of the family just... seemed to ghost around the house.

The girl that would sing random songs while she baked family and friends treats, barely opened her mouth after the third week.

That finally snapped Layla out of it, enough to try ring Marc.

Good news, his phone went through.

Bad news, the asshole refused to pick up.

Oh, she didn't call him an asshole the first time she called, nor the second. But after the 54th call, 46 messages and 0 answers? Well, she naturally grew pissed.

Her messages started off sweet and worried, asking him when he'll be home, to, at the very least just let them know he's safe and that they miss him.

Then she started begging Marc to come home, their baby girl had passed out a d the doctor said it was from forgetting to eat.

That was the first and last time, for both her daughter and herself. Her baby girl now set timers to remember to eat and that message was the last time she begged Marc to come home.

He didn't care enough to come home, or he didn't care enough to listen. She didn't know which outcome was Marc's issue.

It didn't matter. He'd spectacularly burned that bridge.

At this point in time, it was more a matter of pride. She wanted to find Marc to drag answers out of that dick. And if he didn't have a good reason, even if he did, he would be toast. His answer would determine the level of burning she would do, if her daughter didn't do it first.

She could be quite vindictive when she felt it was necessary.

Layla was relieved when her baby came home from the sanctum one weekend with a massive smile on her face and an apology for worrying her mother on her lips. They had two long girls' day and spent those next two nights together.

Layla never asked what made her little treasure so happy. Too relieved that she had a better part of her daughter back.

Oh, her little girl was still sad, but not nearly to the extreme she was prior. Maybe she finally found a boyfriend at school or maybe she got a new friend. Layla had seen her little treasure wearing a small, thin red and gold bracelet with a small sapphire gem braided in as the master piece.

Layla hoped it was from a friend and not a lover. She didn't want to see her little girl that broken ever again.

If her father could cripple her, what would a lover do?

So Layla was relieved to see her daughter back on the swings, not as often as she had before, but it was enough.

So with one more thing settled, she could focus more on Marc.

And she was livid.

Harshly typing away on her keyboard, creating a long series of codes, a net of numbers.

Layla doesn't plan to leave anything to chance, all she needs is for Marc to pick up his phone one time. Even if he doesn't, this baby right here will slowly get closer each ring. A bit like the game Marco Polo treasure always made Marc play.

One way or another, she will get what she wants.

Fuck Marc's flightiness. She'll chase him to the end of the world if she has too. He owes them an explanation at the very least.

It's why she called her daughter back, in case they would have to go at a moments notice.

"Mama?"

With a few more key strokes Layla finishes and shouts over her shoulder, "In here, baby girl!"

There's a bit of shuffling before little treasure enters, "Could you hand me my cell, sweetheart?"

"Sure"

It takes no more than a moment, and with her daughters eyes following her, she connects her phone to her computer to start the download.

It's silent, and Layla can feel the slight tension in the air.

Really, it's at times like these that her little girl reminds her of Marc.

Letting out a sigh Layla relents, "I've almost got him."

She watches as her daughter perks up, "Really?!"

Layla can't help the mixed feelings forming in the pit of her stomach. For one thing she's delighted her daughter can smile like that again, for another Layla wishes it was she who could light up her daughters face. Though she can't really blame little treasure since she herself was a daddy's girl to begin with. "Really, Really." She quotes, earning a happy giggle from her girl, "Now why don't you get packing, we leave as soon as I can get a trace on the man."

She watches as her daughter freezes and turns back towards her and in a voice so quiet asks, "You mean, I can come with you?"

It's the unspoken 'this time' hanging in the air that makes Layla pause and look, really look at her daughter. The subtle hope hidden in her eyes that forces Layla to remember all the times her... their daughter asked if she could come. How she only asked once each time, never more, only once.

How?

How had Layla and Marc not noticed?

"Of course you're coming, -" her daughter's squeals of happiness and excitement cut Layla off. She watched as her little one ran off on quick, but surprisingly quiet feet. Layla would have smiled and shook her head, but not this time.

This time she just silently observed their little girl zooming to and fro, leaping over any obstacles. ...When was the last time her daughter was this excited? This free?

Pursing her lips, she nodded to herself.

Marc was in deep shit once she got a hold of him.

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AN: sorry for the late update. Just finished this chapter. Wattpad deleted 2 chapters this one was included (nearly shit myself in rage luckily it was only deleted on the app and I saved it from the website? Have no clue how that worked, I'm just so glad it did) also got sick... still sick but what ever.

I'm actually really happy Layla stole the rains for this one, really mama bear surprised me and I think it helps explain why Layla was so pissed at Marc. Before it felt more like she wanted to find Marc for her bruised pride and wanting answers (at least for me)

Gotta do some research on the story plots (haven’t seen the whole thing and don’t want to follow word for word so bullet points! … I thought I was done with research 😫)

Thanks for reading! ☺️

#reincarnation #jake lockely x oc #jake lockely x reader #khonshu x teen!reader #layla spector #marc spector #khonshu #fan fiction #marc spector x oc #marc spector x reader #marc spector x teen!reader #moon knight #moon knight x oc #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #steven grant x teen!reader

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @winterandwords to uh... talk about a WIP I guess? :D

I'll pass on this tag toooo... @starlit-hopes-and-dreams (as always <3) but I'm not sure who else, so if you feel like talking about a WIP, consider this an open tag.

Oh boy, which to pick. There are currently only 2 projects where the P in WIP actually stands for "progress" (for the others it stands for "procrastination".)

I think I'm gonna pick Till Death. It is the one I am currently obsessed with, and the only one I am writing, not editing.

Here's the blurb:

Finnian is a wandering healer down on his luck. When one of his patients dies, the village turns against him, beating him half to death and leaving him for thirst and scavengers to finish what they started.

Eilis lives deep in the forest, hiding from the world. When she finds him, impaled on a tree and barely alive, she can‘t leave him to his fate, even if it means upending the peaceful life she has built for herself.

As Finnian slowly recovers, days filled with quiet companionship make the prospect of him staying less daunting than either of them had expected. But he carries too many scars, and Eilis too many secrets, threatening to destroy their fragile relationship as the shadows of the past draw closer. When everything falls apart, will they save each other, or will the price be too high?

You see, in April I finished the last chapter of all my ongoing stories, which left me in a very weird mood. For 1,5 years I always had something to work on, and suddenly, there was nothing started. Sure, I had a few outlines, but nothing really called to me, with the added problem that for those, I have to figure out bullshit like politics. I needed something new. New chars I didn't know yet, a fresh story - and 🌟violence🌟 :)

I've been talking about wanting more gore with happy end, but sadly, existing OCs are so fragile, I can't even break all their bones without them dying 🙄 So it was time to fuck up another healer.

For a few weeks, I threw concepts against a wall like cooked spaghetti, grabbed whatever stuck, and then I just started. It's the first time in a year that I actually write a story without posting as I go. I can leave a little note "this sounds weird, fix later" or remember "shit, I forgot this injury" or change a name halfway in. I know. That's how a draft is supposed to work 😅

I'm at over 60k words, and it's looking good. There's a few 'first times' for me, a lot of things I love and a lot of things I am excited about. I have a rough outline of events still to happen that leaves me enough freedom to go wild. And wild I go; half of the scenes are gratuitous pain and suffering, and there will be more - but it's also a story of love and finding a place to belong. Which brings me to the next point:

I'm tired. Tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. Of having no genre and being "just whump" because it fits nowhere else. Of being "not enough whump" while still finding myself on every squick list.

So this one's written for a target audience of some very close friends - a target audience for which I don't have to write CWs at the top of each chapter, a target audience who doesn't grow bored at the first calm moment, a target audience who will call me a bitch while asking for more pain.

I love you, pocket friends 💜

Here's the start of the book (unedited, rip):

Finnian hated dealing with sick people.

Considering the fact that he earned his money with healing, that was rather unfortunate. If he didn’t want to starve to death, he had to grit his teeth and ignore the stench of sweat and blood while taking care of coughs and aches and fever.

Sometimes, he wished he had learned something else after it had become clear that this wasn’t the right profession for him. Then he wouldn’t be sitting here, explaining to a grown ass woman that when he had told her to keep the wound clean, that included keeping the bandages away from dirty water. And that yes, it fucking hurt, because now it was infected, and if she didn’t plan on losing a finger or two, she’d better keep her hand dry and clean this time. And that perhaps, just perhaps, that was a bit more important than cleaning the windows.

Unfortunately, he had not learned anything else, so he left the house half an hour later with barely enough coins in his pocket to make up for the supplies he had used. Most roots and herbs he could gather himself, but bandages and tinctures didn’t grow on trees.

#salad-tag #WIP Wednesday #wip: till death #not in the best place lately can you tell #it's too warm i am ~stressed~#and between staff changes and uh general focus on this site #it's all just very discouraging

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thevindicativevordan · 2 years

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Since you mentioned that Williamson would probably launch a Superman ongoing. How do you imagine his run would look like?

Well I called it, not that it was a hard thing to predict:

Looks pretty much exactly what I expected. All the classic elements get plenty of focus, Lois is back at the Daily Planet, Clark will be going up against a bunch of classic villains - Parasite is the villain of the first arc, seems Livewire, Bizarro, and Silver Banshee won't be far behind - classic supporting cast members like Jimmy Olsen will be getting used, and there may be either some new faces or revamps of old ones. That cop with the pony tail in the upper right might be a new take on Inspector (Commissioner?) Henderson. Williamson is at his best when he's focused on one character and just doing fun superhero adventures instead of trying to write big events or copy Morrison. Robin and Flash delivered that for me and were enjoyable, he should bring a similar level of quality here. If nothing else the use of classic Superman Rogues who haven't gotten attention in a while like Livewire, Silver Banshee, and Bizarro get points with me, I don't expect him to write the definitive Parasite arc, but if he can at least provide entertaining Superman stories featuring classic Superman Rogues I'll be happy.

Kaminski (head editor for the Superbooks) hinted on Twitter that Zod was going to play an important role in the Superbooks next year. Given Williamson already used him once for Batman/Superman - his use there of Zod was good - I wouldn't be surprised if he uses him again here. Perhaps Zod is the figure in shadow if it isn't teasing a new Superman Rogue. I've long wanted Zod to fill the Ra's role in Superman's Rogues Gallery and Williamson did position him as that, if he is writing Zod I hope he continues to develop that characterization for him.

Obviously Campbell's art is gorgeous, but does anyone really think he's going to last long on a monthly ongoing? Naomi and Far Sector really struggled to come out on time, if Campbell can do just one arc I'll be happy. Dragotta is a good artist too, but I don't know if he's fast enough to do a monthly these days. I'll enjoy their time on Superman regardless, can't wait to see them draw the villains!

Now for the rest...

Anonymous asked:

New Superbook lineup?

First DC panel thus far to actually talk about the big plans for 2023. Honestly I'm pleased overall with the news that was shared.

Action is becoming a Superfamily book with PKJ continuing to write the main feature, which will still be standard issue length. Lineup is Clark, Kara, Conner, Kenan, Jon, Natasha, and the two Phaelosians from Warworld that Superman adopted: Osul and Othul. Ever since Detective Comics became a Batfamily book during Rebirth I've been wanting to see someone try and do the same for the Superfamily. Metallo is going to be the main villain for the first arc starting in Action 1051, and seeing Metallo be a threat strong enough to challenge the entire Superfamily has me hyped. Loved how PKJ has written the book up till now, hopefully this switch doesn't cause him to struggle. If he does a good job he'll be delivering sorely needed development to Superman's Rogues and his Family, two areas I've long been begging to see more attention given.

It's a small detail but I love that Kenan still has his white and black yin-yang s-shield underneath his jacket. Everyone looks good to me, although perhaps Nat should just change the color of her armor rather than wear a hoodie. And PKJ finally gets an artist who is both good and fast! Sandoval hasn't had trouble meeting a monthly schedule so Action should finally have an artist who can draw consecutive issues. Just need DC not to poach another artist from PKJ for their events, first Sampere then Federeci, go find another book to swipe artists from!

Two backups are being added, Jurgens writing kid Jon stories set in the past and Leah Williams writing Power Girl. Jurgens Lois and Clark was my favorite thing he's done since the Triangle Era, but this sounds boring. Doombreaker (aka Doomsday with four arms instead of two) is not a villain who is attracting my interest, PKJ already brought back Conduit Jurgens, you've said repeatedly you were going to tell a Conduit story after Action 1000 if you got to stay. Go tell that story instead of something conceptually dull as Doomsday 2.0. No opinion on Williams, her Trial of Magneto was terrible but her Mary Jane series was entertaining, I think PG will be a good fit for her, and there's always Johns' JSA if not.

Superman: Son of Kal-El is ending with issue 18 and DC is launching a new Adventures of Superman: Jon Kent 6-issue miniseries where Jon will fight Ultraman and meet Val-Zod. Taylor was claiming he was writing post-Kal-El Returns SSOKE issues a while back on Twitter, so I assume that DC is taking what he had planned for future issues and just doing it as a mini in hopes of increasing sales. My hunch is that this mini will mark the end of Taylor's time with Jon, and he'll either depart the Superman sphere entirely or go do a Val-Zod mini, since all he really cares about is using Jon's book to spotlight his OCs. I want it to flop so he'll be done for good, he's done jack shit to establish Jon outside of his bisexuality, countless other more pressing developments need to be done for Jon to really stand on his own as a hero, but of course Taylor would rather bring in his successor to Superman and try to push Val one last time over actually developing Jon as a character.

Saw that yet again you have people theorizing this is going to end with a version of kid Jon returning or Jon being deaged and at this point I don't even care if that happens. Taylor completely squandered the opportunity Jon represented, long as Val-Zod fucks off back home to Earth 2 and Taylor doesn't try to keep him on the main Earth then fine, whatever, you lot can have your kid Jon back. Completely wasted the potential he offered, might as well reset him back to default. I don't think that's happening, Othul and Osul are filling the kid role for Clark and Lois, plus there might be that Legacy League book coming yet. If it does I don't even care anymore. There's one ray of hope for me even now: Waid, Yang, Watters and PKJ might be writing him soon.

Coming up after Dark Crisis, we have the Lazarus Planet event. Waid has a good track record with weekly events - 52, the No Surrender trilogy - and the supporting writing lineup looks great: Yang, PKJ, Watters, and more. No Multiverse bullshit and any of those guys writing Jon will be an improvement over Taylor. Given this is where Jon is getting his electric blue powers, which will still be a thing over in Action and AoS, this event is going to be important for his direction as a character. Obviously this is me projecting, but I want to believe that one of the writers here is going to end up taking over control of Jon after Taylor's finishes his mini, ideally Yang or Watters. Hey Yang if you can bring Kenan into this event, do it. Taylor keeps trying to make his Superman stick, might as well assert yourself and use your Superman too where you can.

Good lineup generally. That's not counting other projects we know are coming such as Porter's Superboy mini, Waid's Superman: Testament book with Hitch, or Venditti's Superman '78 Season 2. Taylor hinted on Twitter that there are more announcements coming too after Action 1050, and PKJ hinted that something might be coming with Lana. Praying that a Steel miniseries with Lana in there as secondary protagonist/love interest is coming, written by Greg Pak, is in the works. Steel isn't in Action or advertised as being anywhere else, but he had a badass Action 1050 variant and it would be weird for him to just disappear. Irons is being positioned as a key player for PKJ Action, for him not to be with the Superfamily post 1050 must mean he's getting a book of his own. That's how I'm coping anyway.

Anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the NYCC announcements? Personally I'm afraid the Authority will go into the background if Action is becoming the Superfamily book, but I still trust PKJ to introduce interesting concepts.

Yeah I'm resigning myself to the Authority crew getting dropped. PKJ was asking on Twitter if people thought there was any interest in an Authority book not by him, and saying he'd want to get an LGBT+ writer for them. Later said that DC was trying to find a place for those characters, so maybe we'll get a new Superman & the Authority book down the road. I wish they'd induct Apollo into the Superfamily, getting him away from Midnighter who always overshadows him (heh remind you of another duo?) would be good for him. Let him play off of other flying bricks and show how he's similar and how he's different. Let him bond with Jon over being a queer hero and the difficulties that come with that, of trying to establish a place for yourself in the shadow of one of the greatest heroes of all time. I want Apollo so badly to be inducted into the Superfamily but I don't think it's happening. Can always dream though!

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genericaccount · 8 months

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sometimes I think I need to pay more attention to what I eat in a day and how that effects ADHD medication and overall mood-emotion-feeling

I haven't eaten at all today which is terrible, I know, but I kept forgetting or telling myself I had to do X, Y, Z first or I had to be up/dressed/teeth brushed first or I would realize I'd waited too long then wanted to have lunch instead of breakfast but then tell myself it would be better to have lunch at X time or after X task.

I know I'm not avoiding eating (although really bad dry mouth symptom from current mystery illness does put me off food) and I know its not because I'm trying to "prove" I don't have to eat/rely on eating (that's a whole other odd past story) but I keep getting stuck in my own bad habit cycle? Like I can't break my own rountine (ex. I have to X before Y) which then has gotten me stuck in this "anti-routine" of waking up before 9-9:30 (this is good, this took me a while) but still end up stuck lying in bed, usually on my phone, till 11-12-or almost 2pm

Sure, time blindness doesn't help, but I know how much Better I feel when I have to be somewhere in the morning and it forces me to be up & dress & (ideally) had breakfast and Outside

More than half the time I usually end up wandering around and have these weird little "oh yeah its kinda nice leaving the house" moments that I ignore/forget later (And yeah going outside in the city means spending money which I really should not be doing right now but)

And yet here I am still internally and quietly telling myself that if I just had the "Perfect Morning Rountine" (because of course its all-or-nothing thinking) that everything would fall into place and I'll feel better (Not in the sense it would solve all problems, I'm still anxious about a work meeting and about a uncomfortable possibly ending friendship situation) But that I will feel more me - more human - like when you finally take a shower that you know you should've taken already and how Clean and Scrubbed you feel after in a very good and minituate rebirth kind of way

But I know logically that it doesn't work that way, not with ADHD and chronic illness and a deficient in self confidence and in accidental social semi-isolation. That my psychiatrist is right when she says that the intial steps are important, like with finally establishing a mostly sucessful wake up time and that maybe I need to find a way to comfortably leave the house that doesn't involve showering so I can fix my hair (wave-curl 2b-2c-3a ish that feels much more unmanageable than it used to be). I used to be comfortable with how I looked, and how I looked when I woke up, but now? I feel ugly. I do. I know I'm exagerating this in my mind and my own perception but yesterday I realized: I hadn't taken a picture of myself in almost a year, I now struggle to put outfits together because I've barely left the house since April so I keep wearing "home clothes", I can see how my eyes are more droopy and sad looking (partially assume its related to consistent lack of enough sleep) and that I hate how I look in photos other people take of me because I no longer know how to smile in pictures without thinking I look sad in every picture.

I know I'm not this person, heck I've managed to do/achieve some pretty cool things and I'm about to start a new path for one of them (its not quite what I was hoping for but it should help me get to where I want to be in a year). I used to be so creative, I used to be more interested in writing and art and just creating. I feel like I've slipped into this near-ghost of myself.

I wish I could say its all social media's fault. That I spent and maybe wasted too many hours on doomscrolling in various apps. But though that is true, I know its not the cause. A distraction, maybe. A draw away from creating rather than consuming, sure. I don't simply "blame myself" (though negative thinking sure tries to) but its not that I'm folding in on myself, but I find myself more often slipping into wanting to exist in couch-tv-vegetable state, wanting to simply zone out to a myriad of media.

Maybe this has all been cumalative burn out? I don't know.

But I'm tired of feeling like this, I say for the thousandth time, I want to start moving forward again. I still don't think this is depression, it feels too other and I don't feel like I'm numb or sinking or any of the ways I hear it described. I think I just feel stuck.

I guess I'll see how tomorrow morning goes.

I'm going to go take a shower.

#thoughts #journal entry #diary entry

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The pond where our story started (can we continue?)

Notes: This is my longest work to date, it’s also my 2000th post!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I had an idea of Kenric and Oralie both feeding ducks at a pond in September, and wanted to do a drawing for it when I got an idea to write this instead. I really wanted to focus on putting more descriptors, as well as not scaring myself with writing long fics like I usually do, and I think I succeeded, also I spell checked it but I might've missed a few since the majority of this fic was written before I went to bed because that's when I got ideas for it, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Characters: Kenric, Oralie, (Oralie’s mom is in a couple of scenes)

Words: 6338 words

“C'mon dear it's time to go home!” Oralie heard her mother call

“Coming just give me one second!” Oralie responds back throwing one last handful of birdseed to the ducks but in her haste to stand up she knocked her bag into the water. Her mother appeared behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder

“We'll get a new one this Atlantis and I'll help you re-do you're homework,” she wrapped an arm around Oralie's shoulder holding her pathfinder to the sky, so bright Oralie had to squint when looking into it, “now c'mon it's getting late we should get home.” Oralie nodded and glittered into the light with her mother.

It was Monday morning at Foxfire, she shut her locker holding all her books. Elwin had chosen the flavor for the lockers and she did not want to taste that again

“Ahh!” She tripped over her feet, behind her locker was a boy with vivid red hair, Kenric Fathdon, her academic rival.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.�� He said helping her up. The two weren't exactly friends so she asked the question that was on her mind

“What are you doing behind my locker?” He held out a bag

“I was at a pond this weekend with my family and my cousin fished it out of the water when he and my brother where playing tag. I recognized your families crest.” He pointed to where it was on her bag.

“Oh, thank you I appreciate it.”

“No problem, it's what I would want somebody to do for me if I lost my bag and they found it.” Just then the bell rang, Oralie nodded at him slinging her bag over her shoulder

“Well, I guess I'll see you around Kenric.” He waved as she walked away

“See you Ora!”

She didn't see Kenric for a while after that, well she saw him in the hallway, but they didn't have a conversation beyond a friendly greeting. Though she did see him at the pond and they would silently feed the ducks birdseed together, though no words were exchanged. That was until the summer before the elite levels.

They had both been out and where enjoying the quite silence, Oralie studying, and Kenric reading that they didn't realize that there was a storm until Oralie saw a drop land on the lake out of the corners of her eye. She looked up and saw the sky was a deep, dark, gray. It looked like what she imagined the void where conjurers stored things looked like. She turned to look at Kenric and just as they locked eyes rain started pouring out of the clouds. In an instant she and Kenric where on their feet as they ran for the forest, where they hoped that the trees would at least provide some cover. It didn't. The leaves were just thin enough that the water could still race through the leaves to the ground, like droplets on car windows. At least this time Oralie didn't drop her bag into the pond, not that it made a difference it was just as if not more soaked than it had been all those years ago. Kenric moved to go deeper into the forest

“C'mon the leaves are thicker deeper in the woods.”

“Why don't we just leap away?” Kenric didn't respond he just held his pathfinder up to the light, and it casted no path.

“The light isn't strong enough, we'll have to wait till this storm clears up. Trust me I've grown up in these woods, my parents taught me what to do in case there was a storm.” Oralie nodded following him.

After what felt like hours, though that probably had to do with her high heels that kept sinking into to the ground making every step feel like ten, Kenric stopped and waved his arms around like a magician.

“Welcome to my family's cabin,” He turned and smiled at her before continuing “we can bunk here for tonight and leap in the morning.” Oralie nodded, she had already texted her parents and told them what had happened so that they wouldn't be worried about her.

“So what do we do know?” she asked, noticing how he was looking around the area like he was searching for something.

“There's some food inside that we can heat up, but all the firewood would be soaked by now.” Oralie nodded looking around before her gaze found a tree that was so huge around the base, and stretched high in the sky looking like it could give the clouds a high-five with its leaves if it wished. And its leaves-the leaves where the most beautiful she had ever seen with a myriad of colors blending into a majestic ombré. The best part was that leaves where so thick with how age and since leaves hadn't started to fall yet that little to no water got onto the sticks lying below. Oralie turned to Kenric

“I have a plan,” she waited for him to look at her “you go inside and find a match or something of the like to light a fire, and the food, while I find some dry wood.” He nodded looking up at the sky, which could barley be seen, and yet the rain persisted through the gaps except on the thickest trees, he nodded

“Good luck Ora, I don't think anything could not get soaked in this weather,” he turned to go to the cabin but stopped and turned “Wait, I'll take you're bag inside so that it doesn't get more soaked, and maybe dry off a little bit, also,” he unbuttoned his cloak and held it out to her “I noticed you didn't have yours and you're going to be the one out in this rain so here you go.” She took the cloak from him, and handed him her bag, the same one he saved from the pond all those years ago.

“Thank you,” she told him fumbling with the clasp, she always had trouble with them it's why she preferred not to wear them, he pinned the cloak for her. They locked eyes for a minute, and it was like something straight out of a fantasy novel, the sun even seemed to brighten, until Kenric stepped back avoiding her gaze, clearing his throat, cheeks flushed pink

“No problem.” She swore that when she felt his emotions she could almost sens- nope shutting that thought down. She pointed over her shoulder ignoring how good he looked, how did she not notice before

“Well I better,” he nodded

“Oh, yeah and I better try to find the matches, and food, and stuff, it's been a while since we've stayed here so need to make sure the animals didn't get in.” She nodded, and they both turned and went to their job. As Oralie collected the dry firewood she could still feel how pink her cheeks where, did she like Kenric? That's ridiculous they were rivals, they were always trying to one up each other in class scores, but then what was that. It was like one of Kenric's novels he wrote where the two love interests kiss. She shook her head, how was she supposed to get the dry firewood to the cabin without it getting soaked? An idea suddenly popped into her head she took off the cape wrapping the fire wood in it so that the inside was against it and the already soaked outside was still facing out. Here goes nothing, she thought, time to test the water proofness of capes. She should've used that for her science project that they had to do for the science fair. She held her hand over her head like it would stop the rain, now would've been an awesome time to be a hydrokinetic. She ran to the cabin, as curious as she was on the waterproofness of capes it could wait until it wasn't protecting the only dry firewood she had seen. By the time she got to the cabin and inside she was shivering like she'd been frozen, she hadn't realized how much warmth the cape had provided until it was gone.

Kenric looked up from a small drawer with a box of matches in hand and the gnomish vegetables on the counter as she slammed the door open. She held out the bundle

“I found firewood, and it's dry.” Kenric smiled

“And I have the matches and food all we need now is to light the wood stove and we'll be good.” She nodded and moved to put the wood in the other room but Kenric shook his head and gestured for her to give him the wood, she raised an eyebrow but did. He took the cape off the wood and wrapped it around her shoulders again. “Let me handle dinner you look like you're about to become an ice cube, there are some blankets in the next room.” That sounded good to her, even with Kenric's cape she was still freezing, she went to the next room and quickly found the blankets he had been talking about, and wrapped them around her. They were warm like a hug, and soft like an animals fur. She went back into the next room and told Kenric about where she found the wood, and he talked shared stories about his cousins, younger brothers and his baby sister who had been born on the last day of Foxfire.

“She'll celebrate both graduating a level, and her birthday.” Oralie remarked, in return Oralie told him about her older sister, and brother. Talking about everything and nothing all night. As they lay with their heads next to each other at eye level Kenric asked

“Why do you get so serious about grades?” probably remembering when they really did act like rivals, and were not nice to each other, and Oralie yelled at him for destroying their partnered universe homework model, and he yelled at her for making them loose in physical education. She took a deep breath

“I want to be a councilor, I want to change our world for the better,” she turned her head and found Kenric staring at her, “That's why I don't date, and why I haven't even registered,” she watched him nod and as he started to look away she found the courage to say the words she'd been thinking all day “but,” his eyes snapped back to hers “I don't won't to loose what we have, I've never felt this way before.” He nodded

“Me too,” placing a hand on her cheek as they both where sitting facing each other now he asked “may I?” she nodded and they both closed their eyes as they where about to kiss the door slammed open and they both pushed each other away.

When Oralie looked up she saw that it was her older brother Aldwinn with Kenric's older cousin Aldwynn, they were roommates, yes it got confusing, and yes they took advantage of it in every way possible. Aldwinn's eyebrows were high on his face

“Are we interrupting something?” Aldwynn asked with a glance at his cousin. Both Kenric and Oralie shook their heads, protesting, pushing themselves off the floor, Kenric's face flushed bright red, and Oralie knew that hers matched. Aldwinn clapped his hands

“Well Oralie, mom and dad want you home, same with you Kenric.” He added onto the end turning to look at him. Oralie handed Kenric his cape back as they where leaving

“Here you go, thank you for letting me borrow it.” Aldwinn's eyebrows jumped even higher, and then even higher that she was afraid they were going to fly off his scalp if they went any higher when Kenric said waving his hand,

“Keep it, it looks better on you.” As they walked out Aldwinn leans in to whisper

“What was that about? Are you two finally dating took you long enough.” She shoved him playfully

“Shut up, and it's not like I can't say the same thing about you and Aldwynn.” Her brother's face turned a bright red, like he was a cartoon character. He shoved her back

“Whatever, I'll see you at home.” and with that he leaped away, Oralie gave one last wave over her shoulder before she did the same.

She was having a winnowing gala, she and Kenric didn't acknowledge or talk about what had happened that night in the cabin except for making a passing joke about it in rare occasion. Like when Oralie brought up that she was going to have a winnowing gale.

“I'm going to have a winnowing gala.” Oralie declared setting her tray at the table. Kenric didn't look up

“good morning to you too, wait I thought you wanted to be a councilor?” she nodded taking a bite of her food

“I do, but I want to see what's out there first, you know.” He nodded

“That makes sense.”

“I was also wondering if you were free Saturday to help me decorate?” He laughed before realizing she was serious

“I thought you hated my taste.”

“No I hate you're fashion and decorating sense, but I thought it would be more fun if I had a friend there.”

“You're parents pushed you into this didn't they?” Kenric asked, she sighed

“They just want to make sure I'm sure, they want me to get all five match packets.” She looked away, and Kenric took her hand from across the table, running his thumb along her knuckles, he smiled when she looked at him

“Of course I'll be there Ora.” He said using the years old nickname he had for her. Then the bell rang, and Kenric took one last bite of his apple shaped fruit, and threw it away. Oralie sat there realizing she was feeling they same thing she felt when they were in the cabin.

It was Saturday now and just as promised Kenric arrived to help her decorate the banquet hall for the winnowing gala. Currently he was hanging the streamers, while Oralie set up the snack tables. She looked up to see him leaning way beyond the ladder to pin another streamer on a beam

“You're going to fall.”

“No I'm not and even if I did you would catch me.” He shot her a wink, and right on cue confirming her prediction the ladder wobbled before falling sending Kenric with it. Without thinking Oralie caught him with the help of telekinesis, the force knocking them both to the floor. Though she was still holding him bridal style. Kenric's eyes opened slowly, and met hers

“Thanks, I thought I was going to hit the floor for a minute.”

“I'd never let you hit the ground.”

It felt like the night in the cabin, the world faded away leaving only the two of them, Kenric cleared his throat pushing himself away from her, and off the floor, before offering a hand to her

“We should probably keep decorating as much as I would like to keep staring into your eyes.” He turned away and picked the ladder back up and they decorated in silence. Oralie was dissapointed, but he was right, he wasn't on any of her match lists since he had decided not to register. They would be a bad match, but the more she thought about it, she didn't mind that. Her parents would have a fit if they heard her say it, but it was true. She took a deep breath pushing all thoughts of the bright red hair boy out of her mind. It was for the best.

It was night time. Oralie was standing outside greeting the guys from her match list. Some she recognized, some she didn't, none of them were the boy she wanted to see, though she knew it was impossible for Kenric to be here. She couldn't imagine dancing with all of the people on her list when she wasn't interested in any of them. She sighed as she greeted the last person before putting on a bright smile

“Hi! Welcome I hope you enjoy the gala!” The boy laughed

“You know in another life you would've made a great actress, not that you can fool me.” As his words processed Oralie did a double take. She hadn't even recognized Kenric, his hair was done with what looked like tons of hair gel, and the nicest tunic she had seen him wear, though it still clashed with the rest of his outfit, her mouth was still hanging open as he closed it “not excited to see me?” She snapped out of it

“No! It's great to see you its just, how are you here.” He winked at her like he did that afternoon

“Well there's no laws for winnowing galas, just rules, and those are made to be broken,” He rubbed the back of his neck holding out flowers, and in a quieter voice said “and I thought it might be nicer to have a friend,” then as if regaining his confidence the red faded from his cheeks “plus are you going to deny me the opportunity for an Oralie makeover?” She took the flowers from him “That would be nice, and I would never deny the opportunity to give you a makeover.” With that she grabbed his hand and they snuck upstairs, carefully avoiding everyone else. She helped him redo his hair, she was right, he had used the entire tub of gel

“Why would you do that?” she asked, he shrugged

“My brother said too.” She raised an eyebrow and turned so that he was staring at her “which I'm now beginning to think was a prank.” She laughed

“Well I guess we'll have to prank them back.”

“I suppose we will.” forty-five minutes and a makeover later, Kenric helped her do her hair, which she had pulled into a simple pointy tail

“How do you know how to do my hair but not your own?” Oralie asked looking into the mirror

“I help my little sister with her hair, I'm better at longer hair than short hair.”

“Than why don't you grow you're hair out?” He looked at the mirror meeting her gaze

“I never thought about that, I think I will,” he finished the braid “and we're done! What do you think?” Oralie touched her hair

“I love it!”

“Well you have your specialty, and I have mine.” He said, and she laughed

“We should do this before every party, I'll do the outfits, and you do hair.” He nodded

“I'd like that, it's better than getting ready by ourselves.”

“I had a question,” Kenric made a hum “what was that earlier?” he sighed and turned to face her

“Remember when I went to the kitchen to get us lushberry juice?” She nodded and he continued “Well I saw you're mom and she told me that we both want to be councilors, and we shouldn't distract each other with romance, plus we would be a bad match.” Oralie couldn't believe it, well actually she could, but she didn't focus on it right now

“Wait do you like me?” He flushed

“I know you want too be a councilor so I didn't want to say anything.” She laughed taking his face in her hands

“I like you too Kenric, I have since the day in the woods.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He took a breath before asking the question that needed addressing

“What now?”

“Well Kenric Fathdon,” their were butterflies in her stomach and she willed her hands to be steady as she took his. They were larger than hers, which made sense since he was taller than her, his hands felt warm, and right, like a puzzle snapping together. Just as she was about to ask-

“There you are Oralie!” she heard her mother before she saw her, when she looked at her, Oralie's mother wasn't looking at her but rather glaring at Kenric “what are you doing here?”

“Just leaving m'am.” Kenric said before transmitting to Oralie

I'll see you later. When he walked out the door her mother motioned for Oralie to walk with her

“Everyone is waiting for you, you can't let that boy distract you. Plus it's not like you can date any way, you'll be a bad match, as well as you both want to be councilors,” they stopped at the top of the stairs, and her mother took her hands “I don't mean to be harsh Oralie but I just want what's best for you.” Oralie nodded

“and what if Kenric is right for me?” Her mother sighed

“I would prefer if you were a good match but I would support you if that's what you truly want. I just thought you wanted to be a councilor.” Oralie nodded

“I do it's just, he's handsome and funny, and even his arrogance isn't as infuriating as it once was.” Her mother nodded squeezing her hands

“I understand, just try for me won't you?” Oralie nodded

“Ok.”

“Ok,” her mother repeated “thank you Oralie, now go get them.” Oralie nodded and descended the staircase wishing Kenric was descending with her.

The party was over and just as Oralie predicted she didn't like any of her matches, they were nice, and she would want to be friends, but not romantically involved. Oralie's mom put an arm around her shoulders giving her a one arm squeeze,

“Thank you for trying,” she looked over her shoulder and smiled, kissing Oralie's forehead “it looks like you have a visitor, don't stay up to late you two.” and with that she swept up the stairs, Oralie turned around and saw Kenric

“Hey Ora.”

“Hey.” Kenric looked around

“We should probably clean up shouldn't we.” Oralie nodded tossing him a broom

“Help me sweep?”

“Person with the smallest pile looses!” He declares

“Oh you're so on!”

They sweep, until all the trash has been collected into two even piles

“I think I won.” Kenric declared playfully, Oralie shook her head

“I think it was a tie.” Kenric laughed

“Are you sure?” Oralie laughed with him but stopped after a few seconds looking sadly around the room that had been full of music, noise and dancing just a few hours ago. Kenric gave her a one armed hugged hesitantly

“Hey, I'm no empath, but what's wrong?”

“It's not important.” She said looking away, he placed a hand on her cheek and she could feel his emotions love, happiness, and concern

“It seems like it is, what's wrong?” She sighed

“I just wish I could’ve danced with you, I had to dance with all the people I didn't and not the one I did.” Kenric let go of her hand and took her hand

“Who says we can't dance now?”

“But there's no music?” He used telekinesis and put a CD in the radio, human music softly played throughout the room

“Trust me.” he said, starting to lead her through a slow dance, at first it was awkward, she stepped on his feet, they almost tripped over the piles of trash in the room, but soon they fell into a rhythm. Oralie had dance partners before, she danced with hundreds people that night, but Kenric was better than all of them, it was like another piece of the puzzle fell into place. They could have been dancing for three minutes or three hours it didn't matter, as the CD winded down, they still danced even when it stopped. Her arms were around his neck and his arms were around her waist, their foreheads were pressed together

“Thank you.” Oralie said softly, their was only the two of them in the universe

“For what?” he asked in the same soft tone

“For this dance, it's the most amazing I've had all night.”

“I'm glad, considering I've never danced before.”

“You haven't?” Oralie asked unable to keep the surprise out of her voice

“Nope, just made it up as I went.”

“Well it was still amazing.”

They stayed that way for the rest of the night just swaying around the room foreheads together talking softly about everything, not a care in the world, not even that they were going to be exhausted the next morning.

Oralie thought that things would be different this time from the cabin but they didn't talk about her winnowing gala either. By the time blinked she had gotten all five of her match packets and had all her winnowing galas. Kenric's name had not been on a single one of them. Once the elite levels started the two drifted apart, with all the homework, and internships they barley had time to themselves. When they did it was never at the same time. It was like the universe was trying to keep them apart. Speaking of which she had to get to the universe, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

After class was over she had her government class, when she arrived she was surprised to see Kenric standing there as well

“Ah, Miss Oralie it's a pleasure to see you. I trust you know Kenric Fathdon.” She nodded slowly, setting her bag in the corner. She was confused usually classes were one on one except for physical education. The professor clapped his hands, he was an older man his ears were starting to form points, he had silver hair with blond roots showing, and glasses. “As I was telling Mr. Fathdon over here, as you two are about to graduate and you both are in consideration for the opening in the council,” Oralie's eyebrows shot up at that news, this was the first she was hearing about it

“If you wish to sign up here is the packet that you will need to fill out.” Oralie and Kenric nodded

“Thank you sir.”

“Yes, thank you sir.”

“You're welcome.” the teacher said and Oralie and Kenric walked out of his office.

“Do you want to hang out while we fill out the packets?” Oralie asked as they walked up the stairs to the dorms. Kenric didn't say anything, and when she turned to look at him he had stopped walking and was staring at her

"What?" Oralie asks staring at his face, he laughs

"You're joking right." When she doesn't join in and just glares at him he stops "wait, you don't really think you have a shot right?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well everyone knows that empaths are just lie detectors and they already have one on the council, so they'll obviously go for the telepath." He said with an arrogant air about him, she had forgotten how annoying it could be. She also didn't think that Kenric was someone who looked down on others for their abilities

"You just wait Kenric Fathdon, I'll be a better councilor than you could ever dream of being."

"Yeah right.” He told her and after a long moment added, “well I guess that's it than huh."

"Yeah I guess it is." And without hesitation she turned and stomped back up to her room so angry that even someone who wasn't an empath could feel it.

Back at home after she finished retelling the story she turned to her mother who was sitting at the counter sipping a cup of coffee. She threw her hands in the air

"I mean can you believe him I never would've thought that he would be someone who judges what others can do based off of ability. I've gotten top marks on all my tests and am top of the class." The anger slowly started to fade, disappointment replacing it as she sat down in one of the chairs at the counter "what am I supposed to do now mom?" She heard her mom set down her ceramic mug, and her take a deep breath

"Look at me Oralie," she waited until Oralie did to continue "I think that you should apply." Oralie was surprised her mother had always supported her dreams, but she wanted her to be an emissary like her.

"But, before you said," her voice fades out as her mom said

"I know but I see now you have the passion, and the fire to change our world for the better, and you shouldn't let anyone convince you otherwise. You are so much more than a lie detector, than just an empath. You are Oralie, and I know even if you don't get elected this time you will in the future." Oralie smiled making up her mind

"Thanks mom, I know what I'm going to do now."

She went to the pond. It was a risky move considering Kenric might be there but she wasn't going to let him drive her away from where she always went to think. She grabbed the packet from her satchel, then made sure it was secure. No one would fish her bag out of the pond this time. She opened up the packet and the first three pages where surprisingly familiar to when she filled out her matchmaking packet. Age, name, when her birthday was, what she wanted to do, what her values where. Although the packet didn't have any of the romantic stuff the matchmaking one had which made sense. When she got to the last question she saw what it was, what is your ability? Without hesitation she wrote in empath never being prouder, she could care less what people thought about her talent she would prove the wrong. The last page of the packet was the rules of the councilors

I swear that if I become a councilor I will not marry nor have children, to make sure I can rule unbiased. I swear to do everything I can to help my people, I will rule because it's right and not for the fame and above all I will do everything I can to make sure the lost cities will prosper.

She read it what must've been a hundred times to make sure she was hundred and ten percent certain of what she was agreeing to before she signed her name. The next Monday she turned the packet into the same teacher that had given it to her and Kenric. As she placed it in his hand before he took it he asked

"Are you sure?" And with no hesitation or tremble in her voice she said

"Yes." He nodded taking the thick packet, he needed two hands to hold it.

"I just wanted to be sure because once they're handed in theirs no turning back." She nodded once more

"I am completely certain." The teacher nodded

"I will send you and Mr. Fathdon's packets in right away." Oralie gave a slight curtsy

"Thank you sir." She had never felt more sure of anything in her life, this is what she had always wanted, she pushed down the small part of her that was still in love with Kenric and walked out of the room, her mind made up, she was going to do everything to help her world.

Oralie was reading a novel and drinking a glass of juice before retiring to bed when she heard a knock at the door. Putting the book down but keeping her glass in hand she opened the door

“Councilor Kenric, for what do I owe the pleasure?” He fidgeted with the edge of his shirt like he used to do when they were younger, she closed her eyes and shut down the thought

“Um, may I come in?” He asked, she opened up the door wider

“Come in.” He nodded, and followed her to her sitting room. She sat in her chair that she had been reading in before gesturing for him to take a seat and asked

“What do you need?” Oralie asked cutting straight to the chase

“I wanted to clear the air. I'm sure you're wondering what took so long for you to get elected,” She nodded she had always wondered, because as far as she knew she was the only empath up for consideration. He sat up taller in the chair before continuing, “I'm the reason.”

“Why?”

“I can't tell you that.” He said, and she scoffed

“and why's that.”

“Because it's classified.”

“Well isn't that convenient.” she said, as he went to say something she held up her hand “I don't want to here it just leave, you know where the door is.” He pushed himself up from the chair and with no other words walked out. Tears burned Oralie's eyes, she felt like she'd been betrayed she and Kenric argued often, but she never thought he would go that far. She wiped the tears from her eyes refusing to cry over him. It didn't matter what was done was done, she couldn't change the past, but she would change the future with or without Kenric's support. She drank the rest of her juice, and went to put her novel away when she noticed that the page it was open too was of the two lovers getting a happy ending after everything. It had been a finals gift from Kenric when they were in level three after he had noticed her looking over his shoulder in his families cabin as he read. It was crazy how a couple years could change people's perception.

Years later Oralie sat at the pond, she and Kenric had finally made up and talked things through about two years ago and had slowly becoming closer like they were when they were younger. Oralie was tossing birdseed to the ducks, it was a nice spring day, she could hear the birds chirping in the trees and the creaking of the boards on the dock as Kenric walked up and sat next to her. He put his head on her shoulder, and she reached one arm up to play with his hair.

“Long day?” She asked he nodded

“Troll, goblin, ogre negotiations are the worst, they all want to kill each other.” She nodded sympathetically and kissed him on the forehead,

“I love you.” she whispered her head on his

“I love you too.” He smiled up at her. Out here they could just be, the rest of the council turned a blind eye since no one knew about this spot but them. According to Bronte

“At least they aren't still squabbling like school children anymore.” Suddenly Kenric perks up

“I almost forgot I have a surprise for you!” she raised her eyebrows

“What is it?” He offered a hand up

“I can't tell you silly, otherwise it won't be a surprise anymore.” he placed his hand in hers “just trust me, you'll love it.” She nodded and followed him as he led her deeper into the woods they didn't talk but she listened to the symphony called nature, the birds, the slight breeze whistling, the sound of the leaves and sticks under their feet. As she looked around she realized she was starting to recognize their surroundings like the tree she found the firewood under the summer before the elite levels. Just then Kenric stopped sweeping his arm across a bush, gently pushing away the branches to reveal a clearing with a rebuilt cottage. As she stepped into the clearing Kenric followed behind her. Her hands came up to cover her mouth and she pointed at the cottage

“Did you rebuild the cottage?” Kenric hugged her from behind resting his head on her shoulder

“Do you like it?” She spun around in the hug and hugged him back

“I love it!” The cottage was still a light blue but it had been fixed up, a reminder of their childhood when they would study together, and play base quest with the rest of their friends. Kenric nudged her arm

“I can't wait for you to see the inside.” She let go of the hug and walked to the door with him behind her. She looked inside and felt around for the light switch for a minute before finding it when she turned it on she saw the cabin had been redone. The counter, benches, and the rest of the furniture had been fixed up. There was a new bookshelf stocked with romance novels that both Oralie and Kenric loved to read. As well as soft blankets they had found when they went to the human world, she had wondered where they had gone. In the middle of the floor was a large red and white checkered with a picnic basket on top. Oralie turned to Kenric who was leaning against the door frame

“Is this your secret project?” He nodded hesitantly

“Do you like it?” She nodded

“I love it it's amazing!” He took her hand and led her to the blanket, and they both sat down. Oralie's dress flared out beneath her. He opened the picnic basket pulling out their favorite foods, mallowmelt, porcaroot pie, pudding puffs, and cinnacreme as the beverage. They were all perfect, she looked at him as she bit into the porcaroot pie, the sweet, smoky flavor mixing with the creamy texture for perfection.

“Did you make this?” she asked and he smiled

“Yeah, I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Today marks the ten year anniversary of you being a councilor.” She smiled

“You remembered.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear

“Of course I did.” His hand lingered on his face, and their eyes locked like they did all those years ago during the storm

“May I?” and with no one to interrupt the kiss this time she nodded they both leaned in and it was as magical as the stories had always described, and finally the puzzle of Oralie's life felt right, like a song settling in her heart. She wished that she could tell the little girl she used to be that everything would be okay, and she get a storybook ending like she'd read about. Even if it did involve minor treason. Everything was perfect.

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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.20 (2/2)

[Crisis City (Whirlwind Ver.) - Tomoya Ohtani]

Grim : Everyone, triple boost immediately!

Maka and Moirai : Roger!

(the three does a triple boost)

*BOOST!*

Maka : So grim! What are we exactly running at mach speed?

Moirai : Yeah, what does it have to do mach speed!?

Grim : There's only one thing's for sure in this dystopian city. And I have one very important phrase ask yourselves.

Maka : Oh I see. The reason why were running at mach speed because...(Gary meows) That's right! That Tornado behind us is carrying a car!

Moirai : I was hoping that you were going to say it!

Grim : I really had enough of these Tornado Jokes. Can't a blue hedgehog say his line before chased by anything?

"10 minutes later..."

Maka : The Tornado is still carrying car.

Moirai & Grim : Shut it, Maka!

Moirai : This is going to take forever to get there!

"10 more minutes later..."

Maka : So, are we still running from the tornado?

Moirai : Quite so.

"10 times more minutes later..."

Maka : *panting* I need a break from running behind that tornado!

Moirai : Yeah, you were right about that. We need a break from mach speed.

Maka : So any news on where in the heck are we?

Moirai : So yeah, this is where the database is here and technology remains here inside this place.

Maka : Doesn't seems to be any technology around here...Huh? That light coming from that room. You think there might be some monitor or something?

Moirai :[quietly] Quiet, and keep your voice down!

Silver : So, umm, do I even to believe that you're the son of Amaterasu, second son of the first pillar?

Mephiles : Correct? So what do I have something in common for the creation of Destroyer of life. I assume that you would be gradually helping me out on taking out the target that is the Iblis Trigger. You hardly understand that Shinra is the father of me. That poor old fool! He'll be such a drag when he finds out the real world we'll be in the palm of my hands for the sweet taste of revenge!

Silver : Then I'll do it! And to make sure about that, I forgot to get a happy presidents day card in Virginia!

*ZAP!*

Moirai : So that was Mephiles alright. What was he planning on destroying the...these drawings and pictures. These are part of his grand plan of genocide...death and destruction that he craved for. Was this a gift for avenging his mother to go against Shinra's transgressions? My god! So let me explain to this on the drawings he did when he was little. Obviously for Amaterasu aka the first pillar and Spectral woman, she gave birth to the god of time known as Mobian Sun God Solaris 1000 years before the Time Eater arrived in the Ohkuboverse, in which a science project called the Solaris Project led to the birth of two of her sons Mephiles and Iblis. The men of influence must've kept them hidden their selves with secrecy till the Mad scientist himself started the attack during the sun festival.

Maka : Now we finally collecting the pieces together. Amaterasu gave birth to Solaris, then it gave birth to the two of her sons first. Second ; was that Iblis was sealed inside Elise and Mephiles sealed inside the scepter of Darkness. And 10 after that, the Mad scientist begans an attack on Soleanna and started the Solaris Incident.

Grim : Thus, Sonic 06 the worst game existed in all of mankind.

Moirai : How did you know about that?

Grim : Because...

*flashback*

Sonic : Grim! Why didn't you tell me that Sonic 06 was gonna be bad from the start! So it wasn't Yuji Naka that hadn't been to blame? So who did he blame?

Hibana : Sonic!

Sonic : Kunoichi star Hibana!

Hibana : You! Your co-creator put the blame on Shinobi's creator! And now thanks to you, Sonic 06 has officially becoming your worst nightmare and the developers work so hard that Yuji Naka would put his reputation on the game, but then he left and Shinobi producer had to go make everyone rushed it's development.

Beat : Yeah! It's all Sega's fault their creator has left the company! The same goes to us, the Sega stars! What about our reputations! We have got those you know!

Sonic : If you really think that I would ever save a human princess thinking it's a mix species couple thing from beauty and beast, consider that for ruining my life! My life is over! (runs away and cries)

Karen Erra : Mr. Sonic! Come back! I thought that...2006 would've been a great for you.

*flashback ends*

Grim : Now I finally remember. 2006 was the year that it was company's biggest mistake that it ever happened to Sonic. Where did this years went wrong? And I was hoping that Pluto considered to be a planet. But thanks to science, Pluto's reputation was far from over. Now I understand why the 06 has became a horrible year for Sonic, bad things happened. Eggman Nega might be on the loose. But there's more information on the computer. Take a look.

Moirai Albarn : Oh my God! Princess Elise and Dr. Ivo Robotnik passed away in the explosion of his newly battleship, quite known as Egg Carrier 06. How did two people and a bunch of robots went aboard on the battleship that exploded?

Grim : It's all because one thing that in that kind of theory Shadow. Maybe this was all part of the Solaris incident because of conspiracies and theories that are happening over Sonic's world. If this this hadn't been for the ancients' migration on Mobius, the Miracle Planet would have the Time Stones to cleanup Amaterasu's mess.

[Deadlock - Fumie Kumatani]

Maka : Mephiles knew that all along. Homura exactly knew that he was doing all of that. So what if the Solaris Project was just a start of the incident? Why would Homura be enstruted if she doesn't knows about her family, is she creation of Drawcia as well? A part human and part witch or something.

Grim : She wasn't a witch. She was a creation of Drawcia, the witch world, Walpurgisnacht, It was all part of the grand plan of the Drawcia Family ages ago. Homura Akemi, the girl in the year 11 is the only relative who has the powers to control time and space, and she could easily rewrite another universe!

Maka Albarn : What difference that it matters. If Homura Akemi was the only girl that has ever used Time Traveling powers, could she be a relative to the Time Eater, the same one that destroyed half of the ohkuboverse 1000 years ago?

Moirai Albarn : Yes, sister. The Time Eater might be the same as Mephiles, but it's also a relative to Homura Akemi, who has the same power as the entity does! Her powers will might work if the Time Stones would be in order!

(Sonic CD SFX : Time Warp)

Moirai Albarn : Ahh! That light!

Maka Albarn : Could that be the Time Eater?!

[Forth into the Black - Jun Senoue]

Maka Albarn : What's going on? Who is that?

Moirai Albarn : Mai Thi Hoang! Mabuki from Soul World! Are you here to time travel with us in the part of this incident that was spreading? Wait a minute, you're not Mai Thi Hoang. Where is she? What on earth did you--

Homura Akemi : The girl named Mai Thi Hoang is safe and cured, she's fine from Erazor Djinn's control. But I am not that Mai Thi Hoang and best be sured that you will cooperate in the grand plan of fixing time and history.

Maka Albarn : So what do you want us before?

Homura Akemi : 2006. This is year, I am going to clean up the mess to this entire incident caused by Solaris. With the pseudo god of time collapsed by three hedgehogs, I will clear up all of the evidence and fix this year's greatest mistake. And do not even forget my introduction.

Maka Albarn : So you got a name to introduce your self.

Homura Akemi : Homura Akemi, I time traveled to fix up the mess caused by conspiracings and theories happened from the Solaris Incident. The incident that happened when Sonic 06 existed. I'm looking for Solaris the Flame of Hope, before the Time Eater does.

Maka Albarn : Wait, the Time Eater?

Homura Akemi : Yes, the Time Eater. The Time Traveling entity and destroyer of all universes, who happens to be my father.

Maka Albarn : What! The Time Eater's your....Father!?

*Buzzing*

Voice : Transmission Interrupted.

~ Act 20.5 : Mother of Flame and Darkness Pt.2 ~

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herecomesmary · 8 months

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I'm feeling two things at the same time again, as I've always been

Half of me doesn't want to be thirty. In my head I was supposed to be dead a long time ago, never thought id make till 20 something when I was a teenage girl. I was so sure I'd die soon, so sure I held that feeling tight for some of the years ahead and tried to be at least 20. I was 23 the first time I left home hoping to die. So as Halloween approaches and with it the summer, I dream so much about living the last one. I'd finish my work year, spend my father's 60th birthday with all my brothers and sister, my nephew and my sister-in-law. Then I'd have a last Christmas, make ornaments as usual. During new years we'd go to the beach, I'd have fun with my friends, see the ocean one last time.

I'd love to end my life in the water, drown or something like that. Jump from my favorite rock, my favorite beach, my favorite place in the world. Or maybe try some other way. But I'd very much like the end it all there, it'd be so lovely and peaceful.

On the other hand, I have some hope my life will turn somewhat tolerable. I don't desire the happiness I idealized anymore, don't think I can make it. Don't think I can continue chasing things I was not supposed to have in the first place. Not because I don't deserve it, but because it simply isn't on my path, destiny, whatever it is. So I can try get other things instead, living my own life, have a small to draw, paint. I like to lie to myself and pretend I'll be so happy in this scenario, so self-sufficient, so free. I like to believe one day I'll be the most stable person I've ever met, living my little life by myself, and happy.

They say if you tell a lie enough times it becomes true.

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alemonyoyo · 2 years

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Reminders of the Princess <3

The petals are supposed to be reminiscent of Princess Kenny! So implied K2 I suppose, since i hardly ever draw for that ship-

Also I reverted back to an old style of lighting, it feels weird to use it again!

Finally, South Park art. I did it- I drew for South Park! You better like this, drawing in general has been really hard for me recently-

I tried some new things here. Rather than doing a full sketch of the drawing, I used brief guidelines and the last image (which normally would be my sketch) became my lineart. I think this made it look more fluid and dynamic, and less rigid and plain.

Art/General Rant- You don't have to read, I just need to get this out somehow-

Recently, I've been really, really unhappy with my art. I think if you've seen my posts often then it should be semi obvious. I don't exactly try to hid my distaste for it, though I know the whole world doesn't revolve around me, and it's not guaranteed that you've seen every self deprecating post about my art.

It's just very hard you know. I'm not all that old myself, but I'm definitely not young either, so nowadays, whenever I see people who I think have better art than I do, and they are younger than me, I can't help but just lose all motivation to ever continue. It's weird, because whenever the alternate happens, and I see gorgeous art created by people older than me, I only get more motivated to create and be like them. It's simple pettiness and feeling threatened that makes me feel the way I do about younger artists, and because of that, it's hard to feel fulfilled in my creations. Most of the time, I just block these artists. After all, it's better to stay out of conflict and jealousy, and blocking is the best way to do that. But some of these people are my friends who I have unfairly hinged a lot of my happiness on. And in turn, being around them in general, online or otherwise, makes me euphoric and both self hating all at once.

It's kinda for those reasons and more that I don't believe I have been truly happy as of recent. Like properly. If you asked me from 2 years ago how I felt, I'd say I was happy. Sure, I had *felt* sad but I wasn't *sad* overall. But now, ever since lockdown, this year at school, and everything mentioned above, this fact has flipped, and although I am capable of feeling happiness, it's in bursts shorter than what I need to keep going, and I've wanted to give up many times. Overall I'm sad my mood gets ruined, and drawing was once an outlet for whenever I felt this way, but for some reason my own expectations make me feel like it's no longer something for my frustrations, it's something I must be good at, but I'm not. I'm not good at it.

A broken record I might be, saying my art is bad. I'm sure it's annoying for the lovely people in my life who have told me otherwise, but from my perspective its all pitiable phrases said to ensure my esteem. I just can't believe it. And it feels worse hearing it weirdly enough. Which is so utterly stupid, and completely my fault for thinking that way.

A lot of this is due to my happiness hingeing on the many things which make me feel so bad, which makes my mood completely messed up and wild. Tumblr in itself is a big one for me. I am practically always on it if you've ever noticed, and the only time I'm not is when I'm asleep. It's one of the few things that gives me interaction, escapism and comfort. Yet it is also the source of a lot of my hatred, a teased negative passion, and jealousy. So I come on the sight, hoping to feel better, and only feel worse. So then I'll come back to the sight mere minutes later hoping to feel better.

And it's the same thing with many of my friends, who I talk till they're probably sick of me. I talk to them when I feel terrible, about whatever they want, but I always feel conscious that I talk about myself too much. And that and the factors above also contribute to this terrible feeling. I know in my heart they can't hate me, yet the lack of texting first and more convinces my heart otherwise. And so I have convinced myself that most people in general heat me for my overbearing nature and lack of development with my mental health, though I've tried to be better I don't know how.

I've tried to pursue things for better mental health, all things considered, I am one of the few people I know who has never reached out for proper help. Mostly because I have a brother who already does, and my family focuses on him and his problems more than me as I am the oldest, and although I communicate my struggles to them, they aren't really valued. And this lack of attention on that front makes me come on here and complain, yap my mouth like I'm doing right now to a vacant space. Make me hinge my happiness on people who have no idea I do so, and that every time their offline it makes me one inconvenience away from tears. I'm so weak now, I wish I could go back to pre-covid me.

Anyway back to art- I find no comfort in it, and its really hard to draw, especially for South Park. Recently, I've had a source of immense motivation for it (though, that will hopefully be revealed at a later date so stay tuned!) but drawing for it outside of that is quite difficult- I can't tell you what I hate about my art. I just do. I can't tell if it's the artstyle, the content, my technique and understanding, my posing etc. Which is why, if you have read this (insane- but I love you), please, just tell me what you hate about my art. It's really all I want to hear at this point, rather than people reassuring me my art is fine. Critique will help me get better after all- And it's easier to be harsh on people when online than it is to be nice (I'd know for sure heh) so go ahead. Please.

And thank you for reading,

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liibrii · 3 years

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fem!Miya!Reader & Miya family

Part of the Third Miya Series

Synopsis: Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for kindergarten.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: baby Miyas, the ultimate serotonin providers 🙃 if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mrs Miya has always trusted her gut feeling and in that moment it was telling her the bathroom was down the corridor, last door on the left, and, just as Mr Miya had told her that morning, eating leftover curry for breakfast was a dreadful idea.

Doctor repeats her words and Mrs Miya's neck becomes completely stiff. If it wouldn't she'd perhaps be able to look at her husband whose face turned ashen pale. “Triplets?“

Well, this will take buy one get one for free jokes on a whole new level.

Doctor's words are just buzzing and the soon to be Miya parents nod and smile and nod and hold on each others' hand as if there's no tomorrow. They're silent on the way out.

Mr Miya turns to his wife. “Do they even sell strollers for three kids?”

Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for daycare.

You all wear the same colours because Atsumu would throw a tantrum if your jumper wasn't the same colour as his and you would throw a tantrum when yours was a different colour than Osamu's, who in turn would throw a tantrum because his jumper was now the same colour as Atsumu's.

Mrs Miya had read advices that one should always dress their twins (or, in this case, triplets) differently as it is good for their personality development; which is all well and good and a great advice, except that whoever wrote it forgot to take into account that two and a half out of her three children saw being dressed differently as their siblings as a horrific violation of their toddler rights.

Your parents tell themselves one day you'll grow out of this phase, but till then mom stitches little numbers one, two, and three on the edges of your clothes. She did start stitching your names, but with only two pairs of hands in the house and three little sprouts in constant need of attention there was never enough time to finish them.

“One,“ says Mr Miya and Atsumu raises his hands.

“Ichi!“ he proudly chimes.

“Two,“ Mr Miya grabs you before you'd crawl out of the reach of his arms.

“Ni!“ like his brother Osamu too raises his chubby fists, but only halfway.

“And three!”

“San!“ You hug your dad's neck, perhaps hoping that will get you out of having to wear socks.

And heaven forbid they ever messed up which jumper belonged to whom. It was beyond your parents' wisdom how you could tell the number stitched on the edge was not the same they said when counting your heads, but you could.

“Must be yer superpower,“ jokes Mr Miya while changing your sweater that has the wrong number on the edge. He barely pulls it off when Atsumu's chubby hands already grab it and begin pulling it over his head. He screams when his father offers to help, pouting even if he's completely lost between the left sleeve and the opening for the head.

“Alright buddy,“ muses Mr Miya and turns his attention to Osamu who already pulled his socks off so, naturally, now you've mysteriously lost one of your socks too. Mr Miya sighs. Maybe it's time to let his boss know he's going to be late.

Three is an enormous number, when the three in question are a feverish toddler in your arms and two more running around doctor's office. Perhaps it was time to ask the daycare to put you three into different groups. That will cause an outrage, oh ever since the 'One child, one pillow' incident Mrs Miya is well aware of that. But then again, better that than all of you throwing a tantrum when only one got to leave the daycare early.

“One, two, three,“ she counts your heads under her breath, then hurries over to where you just picked up a very interesting small stone that probably fell from the soles of someone's shoes, “San! I mean y/n, sweetie, that's a stone. See, it's rough and cold.“ You whine when she takes the treasure from you but still listen closely to her words that spark Atsumu's interest too, and he trots closer to see what is happening. Thankfully feverish Osamu has fallen asleep in her arms. Really, the last thing she needs is his firm conviction the stone is just greyish candy. Mrs Miya still lets Atsumu take the stone in his hands. “No,“ she grabs his hand when he lifts it towards his mouth that is already curving into a grimace. “Hey, hey, no need to cry over it sweetie. Yer gonna wake up yer brother and he needs sleep right now.“

“Is he sick?” your tiny voice chimes in. Mrs Miya nods. “Because he ate melon seeds,“ you nod with all the wisdom of a 3 year old. “He's growin' melons in his tum-tum,“ you tell Atsumu whose wide eyes blink twice before he bursts into tears.

“One, two, three,“ Mrs Miya counts your heads while you play around the house. If you hide from her sight sooner or later screaming and crying alerts her something happened. A moment later Mr Miya returns to the living room with a very much red faced and screaming Atsumu in his arms.

“What happened?“ she asks, crouching down to console you, also crying because there's no way you'd let your brother scream his lungs out by himself.

“Ah the usual,“ he places the scissors on the counter, “wouldn't let him shred his shirt. Osamu, no!“ He quickly grabs his other son who also starts crying, shocked that his own father would take the lost sock from him before he got the chance to find out how it tastes.

Ah, just another Sunday.

The good thing about three children running around is they're never lonely. There are always games to play, fights to win, faces to colour. Most of the days all of you exhaust yours (sometimes apparently infinite) supplies of energy by the time evening falls. Mr Miya puts you to bed (one bed, because trying to make you sleep in separate cribs is apparently a disgusting violation of Toddler convention) before he collapses beside his wife.

“Asleep?“ she asks.

Mr Miya hums. “For now.“

The moment they turn the lights off slide door across the hallway open. Light steps cross the dangerous waters of the dark hallway, enter the bedroom and climb over Mr Miya to the safe haven between the parents.

“Bad dreams?“ asks Mrs Miya. In response Osamu sniffles and snuggles closer. Not a minute passes when two more pairs of legs pass through the darkness of the hallway and climb to be beside their brother. You shriek when Atsumu pushes his cold feet on your back, but dad's stern word makes you stop. A few moments later you're all asleep.

“One, two, three,“ sleepily mumbles Mrs Miya, patting each of your heads.

“Four,“ says Mr Miya and his wife giggles.

Three is the number of band-aid packages your parents buy per month. Ever since you've grown for about a chopstick taller, well you only grew for about three thirds of a chopstick because nature thought it would be funny if you got outgrown by your brothers at the tender age of 5, it turned out the tall tree in the park could in fact be climbed, if you climbed on someone's shoulders and then pull them on the lowest branch. Sadly the branches aren't big fans of being climbed on but no amount of scratches and falls could stop you from trying.

“A champignon never stops tryin'!“ proclaims Atsumu after the failed attempt that left bark in his hair and Osamu laughing on the branch.

“What's a champignon?“ you ask.

“It's the person who's the best! It's what I'll be one day!“

Osamu snorts, firmly grabbing on the thin branch he's sitting on. “Champignon's a mushroom.“

“No it ain't!“

A mushroom, you make a little note in your memory, because no matter how much Atsumu protests you're more inclined to believe Osamu when it comes to mushrooms.

Your heads turn when you hear mom calling and waving, waiting for Osamu to climb down before running over to her.

“I win!“ announces Atsumu despite Osamu reaching her first.

“Why, because yer a champignon?“

“Are we all here?“ loudly asks Mr Miya before his boys could jump into each other's hair, “identify yerselves!“

“One!“ calls Atsumu.

“Two!“ calls Osamu, louder.

“Three!“ you call and jump, because being louder than them was never an option.

Four heads turn to Mrs Miya. “Mom,“ she raises her hand.

“Excellent!“ proclaims Mr Miya as three small voices cheer. “Then we can get goin'!“

“Where to?“ you ask.

Mr Miya picks up a stick and starts drawing lines in the sand covering the path. “It's a secret but maybe ya can guess, we'll go down this path-“

“A treasure hunt!”

“Almost. At the fountain we'll turn left, and what lies down the fountain path?“

“Pigeons?“ you try guessing.

Osamu bumps his fist on the open palm. “Ice cream stand!“

Mr Miya nods.

“Last one there's a loser!“ shouts Atsumu who starts running before even finishing the sentence. Osamu immediately follows, both ignoring your shouts to wait up.

Three is a funny number. It only works when the two and one have the third , because otherwise it's just one and two. Like a clover that got munched on by a picky rabbit that tried a leaf and then decided it doesn't fit its taste.

Volleyball sort of became the rabbit munching on the clover. One day teachers simply decided you're not allowed to play on the same team as your brothers anymore. And no amount of crying, screaming and sulking could convince the rabbit to give the leaf back.

“Maybe we can sneak ya in,“ suggests Atsumu one night, “all ya hafta do is wear our clothes. No one will know!“

So you try that and funnily enough, people do notice when one and two together make a three, and what surprises children even more is that parents also notice when they return late from school because they had to stay in detention. And as if cleaning the school hallways for a month wasn't enough, now they have to clean the house too.

It is however enough to discourage you from trying to sneak into practice again, so you stick with only coming to games and waiting for their practice to end so you can walk home together. From time to time some of their teammates stop to say hello or to complain to you about their shenanigans, but that's knowledge you hold to yourself, since you never knew when blackmail material might come in handy.

It's only when Osamu teases they get to go to a volleyball workshop and you don't that you get envious.

“It sounds stupid anyway,“ you try pretending you couldn't care less.

“It would be perfect for ya then,“ Osamu shots back and sprints away as you dive after him.

Maybe you are just a teensy bit envious, still as long as you get to play with them when they are home it's not that bad. After returning from their workshops you don't even let them take their shoes off before dragging them to the volleyball net dad set up in the garden. You stand where you always stand, by the net so you can throw balls for them to hit over.

Atsumu pushes you away. “No, this is my position now. I wanna be a setter.“

You don' mind, and throw the ball towards Atsumu who sends it back into a bit of an awkward place and you end up not even hitting it.

Osamu bursts into laughter. “Ya suck.“ He jumps to avoid the kick aimed at his knee. “We play with good players now so yer gonna hafta practice more. There was this tall player with a cool name! Right, Tsumu?“

“Tsumu?“ you repeat.

“Tsumu and Samu. It's our names but they sound way cooler now!“ proudly declares Atsumu.

Your eyes widen in admiration. “I want that too! What should I call myself?“

“Yer always copyin' us,“ complains Osamu but he gets ignored as the first name Atsumu suggests earns him a ball to the face.

“Oh I know!“ You bump your fist on your open palm. “I'll be San!“

Atsumu thinks it over with the same expression Osamu has when trying to decide which udon toppings to order. “San,... Y/n... San,... It sounds so cool! Whaddaja think Samu?“

Osamu shrugs. “San, let me show ya how to spike the ball properly.“

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#miya twins #miya twins x sibling reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya atsumu x reader #hqcorenet #miya osamu x reader #miya family #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu x platonic reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x platonic reader #the third miya #libri scribbles #also big thanks to tumblr for destroying the quality of the banner -.-

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siriusblacksdiary · 2 years

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Broken New Year's resolutions pt.1

Like us the marauder aren't perfect, so over the years they have broken the odd New year's' resolution. Interestingly enough Remus has broken the most promises to himself over the years.

Be sure to check out my previous post which shows all the marauders new year resolutions between 1971 and 1978.

here is how, why, and when each of them broke their promises...

Remus

1st year: to stay away from people.

When Remus first goes to hogwarts he make a promise to himself as well as his parents, in a way, to stay away from people. this was to keep remus as well as the other people safe. Remus unintentionally breaks his new years resolution because he shares his dorm with 3 of the most annoyingly friendly people you could ever meet; James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. he doesn't beat himself up over this though because they don’t know about his furry little problem or at least- not yet.

5th year: to ignore the flutter in his chest

During 5th year Remus notices the flutter in his chest everytime Sirius came close to him. Remus fell well.. head over heels for Sirius. Remus at the time didnt know anyone that was openly gay or that his bestfriend crush was gay. He tried to hard to not act on his crush... he almost made it too, by december, almost a year after the resolution had been made, remus finally succumbed to the crush.

Sirius and James decided to throw a Christmas party on Christmas eve. Everything was going fine; couples were happily dancing, people were getting drunk on fire whiskey, food was being eaten. The only person that was in a foul mood was Remus, at lunch he saw Marlene McKinnon kiss Sirius on the cheek. Now remus wasn’t the jealous type but after keeping his love a secret for almost a year as well as the full moon drawing nearer; Remus just wasn’t having it.

Remus had been silently drinking in a corner for the majority of the party meaning he was fairly wasted by the time Sirius finally found him. Sirius thought it would be best for remus to get some fresh air, they decided to go to the astronomy tower. While they were sitting up there staring at the stars, admiring each other from the otherside of the tower. Remus sobered up enough and finally went to confess but, before he could, Sirius confessed his feeling instead.

I'll leave you to imagine how that exchange went..

7th year: to never stop loving them <3

Since 5th year Remus loved Sirius.. even after 7th year Remus continued to love Sirius. He never really stopped loving him, though, there were moment when his love for the other fell short. After the war Remus wished he could break his resolution- even after 13 years apart from Sirius, thinking that Sirius had commit the ultimate betrayal one could commit, against the potters; he still couldn’t bring himself to stop loving him.

so technically this resolution never got broken but it did almost break.

7th year: to not lose the small box he carried around; till the last day of term

Sirius

Sirius black decided that he would propose to Remus on the last day of 7th year, the last day before they all entered the real world. Sirius with no prompt from anyone decided it would be a good idea to carry the ring around during the whole year. He promised himself he would not, under any circumstance lose the ring. Sirius found it surprisingly hard to not lose the ring with a fair few close calls over the months.

This was until three weeks before school finished. Sirius put the ring in his bedside table before he went to sleep, when he woke up the ring was gone. Sirius looked almost everywhere; the dorm looked like a hurricane had gone though it- mattresses had been turned over and case ratted though. He even went up to Ms Mcgonagall asking if she had seen a ring or ring box, she sadly tuned him away saying she hadn’t seen it.

When the last day of term rolled around Sirius went on with the plan as if he still had the ring, hoping that Remus would still say yes without the ring being present. After curfew Sirius and Remus snuck up to the astrometry to enjoy a date night Sirius had set up. After half an hour of them sitting up there Sirius gets to the topic he had been waiting all year to talk about.

“Remus lupin will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?” Sirius then hurriedly explained that he lost the ring he had been carrying around the whole year that he had lost three week prior. As Sirius went on, Remus slowly took off the necklace he had been wearing that Sirius hadn’t noticed, and took the ‘charm’ off. When Sirius looked at what was in remus hand he saw an engagement ring with an engraving.

‘the moon to..my stars’

Sirius was staring at the engagement ring he had brought for Remus almost a Year earlier. Remus then pulled out a little ring box from his pant pocket, inside was a matching ring to Sirius with the engraving of; ‘forever and always’.

Sirius broke down in tears.. it was worth breaking the resolution, even if it was just for three weeks.

#marauders era #Marauders #peter pettigrew #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #moony #wormtail #padfoot #prongs #new years #resolution #marlene mckinnon #wolfstar #severus snape #James Potter #james potter #lily evans #regulus

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years

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Possession 12

Gally wished he never made the suggestion that Nikola be a keeper, he wished he had gotten her as a builder so he could keep an eye on her at all times. He hated it whenever he couldn’t see her, when he didn’t know what she was doing or who she was around, if she was safe. He wanted her around him. It was completely selfish, and he didn’t really mean it. Well, he meant it, but only a little bit, he knew it was better to have her on the council. Besides if she was a builder he definitely would have turned into the very type of possessive keeper he’d been worried about someone else becoming.

He had trouble focusing, sometimes even breathing, especially when he would think about how she said it would suck if he wasn’t around her, the sad pout to her lips. Her little pink lips. He found himself absently sketching her face in the margins of his blueprints instead of doing any real work. He’d always been good at drawing the straight lines and angles of architecture, but she made him discover a talent for portraits as well.

God this was crazy. He’d been the most upset the day she arrived, he’d been the most concerned about how the boys would be acting and here he was, a self fulfilling prophecy. It was like he only felt good when he was around her now. She brought something special to the glade that had been missing until now. She brought light, hope, fun, distraction. All the time they were fighting for basic survival, but she made surviving bearable, she made it worth it.

What was he going to do? He probably wasn’t the only one who thought of her this way, there had to be others just dying to have her around them too, thinking about her as much as he was. Who was she thinking about? After the little things she had said to him and the way she let her feelings show in her eyes only when she talked to him made a part of Gally believe she was thinking of him. However, the thought of being wrong was so painful he dared not let himself fully believe it. And then there was the rule. She’d never belong to him. The only comfort it brought was that she wouldn’t belong to anyone else either.

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Gally laid in his cot, sleep evading him in favor of thoughts of Nikola. He couldn’t torture himself by giving in to fantasy, it would only drive him to do something stupid and get one or both of them in trouble. He stared up at his dingy ceiling and suddenly missed the nights back at the beginning when he was sleeping in a hammock in the trees, the sky above him and fresh air all around. His room smelled. He smelled, he usually put on the same clothes day after day all sweaty and rank. It never mattered before, but now he would be mortified if she ever came in here.

What would she be doing in there though? He told his brain to shut up, he wouldn’t follow that line of thought. It prodded him too much and he realized he was not going to get to sleep any time soon, just toss and turn in his smelly room all night. He was going to have everything washed tomorrow even if he had to do it himself.

He launched upright and grabbed his pants as he stood up, putting them on and then his boots. He was going to get out of his room and get fresh air and the sky above him. He stepped out into the midnight blue of the glade, faint snores coming from where the other boys slept. He went off in the opposite direction so he wouldn’t wake anyone up or have to listen to them either.

He found himself at her tower without realizing he’d taken a beeline to it. He would never try to get up there in a million years, that would freak her out for sure. Besides, he’d done much too good a job at making it intruder proof, something he never thought he’d be kicking himself for. But then he noticed her ladder was down. He looked around the glade for her, at first excited at the idea of her being up when he was up, but then he got worried about if someone besides them was up too. What if something happened to her? He’d been awake the whole night, he would have heard a scream… but what if she didn’t get a chance?

His search turned desperate and frantic, he listened for noise, he looked for light, any sign of her. He sprinted to her house and stood at the ladder. He was hesitant to call her name in case he woke someone else up. The ladder could have fallen, she could be up there asleep and have no clue, or she could be up there and not alone. He scrambled up the ladder and took a quick glance, finding she wasn’t there. He went down quickly too. He sprinted to the bathrooms just to find them empty, but there was water around her shower stall. She must have been here, or someone was. He raced to the kitchen next, it was only logical, you either get up to pee or get a drink in the middle of the night, right?

He saw a glow coming from the kitchen as he got closer and part of him felt relieved, but not enough to slow down. He burst in and saw Nikola crouched on the floor with a small laundry tub and her sheets.

“Shuck,” she said softly as she startled, almost falling over.

She stared up at him, relief passing her features when she recognized him. Meanwhile he just stood there panting for a second before bracing himself on his knees, so glad she was ok. He let his head hang for a moment as he composed himself.

“Are you alright?” he asked her as he straightened up and came closer. He noticed a pink tinge to the water and how only part of her sheets were in there, not the whole thing. Then he saw the garments. She started her period.

“I’m fine,” she said, looking down into the water a bit embarrassedly and trying to hide the stained clothes.

“God, I was thinking the worst,” he sighed as he ran a hand over his face before sitting on the ground next to her. She seemed surprised and confused as she glanced between him and what she was doing, wondering why he was coming closer. “Do you need some help?”

“No, Gally, you don’t want to help me with this-“

“I know,” he interrupted her, trying to show her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “I know what happened and I can help if you want me to.”

She slightly narrowed her eyes at him. “How do you know-“ she started to say before giving up, since it was pretty obvious. “It’s gross, you shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

“Hey, I’m the keeper of the builders, you think I haven’t had to wash blood out of clothes before?”

“It’s not the same,” she muttered glumly, starting to scrub half heartedly again. “It’s embarrassing. I was hoping to get it taken care of before it set, and before anyone could see it, and now of all people you’re here watching me make uterus soup.”

It was a graphic description but he wasn’t repulsed by it, in fact, he burst into laughter.

“Oh god,” he chuckled as he rubbed his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want me to touch your laundry is there something else I can do for you? Do you need something to drink, or eat, or a hot water bottle?”

She looked over at him as if trying to figure out what planet he came from. He saw her eyes travel down before she quickly looked away with a new shade of pink on her cheeks. He realized he had put on boots and pants, but not his shirt. Oops.

“I-I’m fine, you can go back to bed,” she told him.

“Oh, no I’m not going anywhere till you’re done and I make sure you get to your room safe,” He informed her, sounding quite firm about it.

“You don’t-“

“I do.”

“God, you’re stubborn,” she said even as she smirked.

“Yeah, and the faster this gets done, the faster you’ll get rid of me, so you might as well let me help,” he told her.

He didn’t care, he wasn’t squeemish about it. He had seen gore, he had seen and smelled boys crap their pants. It wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t the end of the world either, not when there was water and soap at the ready. He was with her, and he could do something useful to help her.

“Well, you can stay to walk me back, but you don’t have to touch this-“

His response to that was to reach right in and take the sheet from her, making her mouth fall open in shock.

“I’ll leave your clothes to you and I’ll take care of the sheets,” he delegated to her, focusing on what he was doing.

She didn’t say much, but he didn’t mind. It was late, she was tired and probably had cramps. He was just glad to be beside her and be helpful. They finished quickly working together. They dumped the tub and put fresh water in, letting the sheets soak overnight to deal with in the morning. She took her clothes with her to hang to dry in her room.

“Hang on a sec,” Gally told her before rooting around in Fry’s food.

He triumphantly presented her with a jar of peanut butter. “It’s the closest thing to candy we have around here,” he explained, earning a chuckle from her as she took the jar from him, maybe her eyes flickered over his chest before she looked back up at him.

“Thanks, Gally. For everything,” She said as her tired eyes seemed to sparkle a little. “And I mean everything. You keep doing the most for me ever since I showed up here.”

He felt a bashful blush creep up to his face and didn’t have much he could say to that. He walked her back to her little house, standing at the bottom until she had climbed up and pulled the ladder up behind her, then pulled up the basket with her wet clothes and the peanut butter. She leaned on the railing, bathed in moonlight as she looked down at him.

“I don’t care how big the world outside these walls is, I don’t think there’s anyone else like you in it,” She commented out of the blue before her grin flashed in the darkness. “Goodnight Gally.”

“Goodnight Nikola,” he replied with a small smile of his own, watching until she disappeared inside.

He ran a hand over his hair and cradled the back of his neck with it as he let out a heavy breath. The insomnia was totally worth it.

Unfortunately he had been right about something. They weren’t the only ones awake that night.

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Ready for some angst??? I have it planned in my brain a bit, I'll write it asap. thanks for your comments, likes and reblogs! They motivate me to write more.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜:

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: Mentions of toxic relationship, yandere behavior, self harm, sexual scenes, guilt tripping, gas lighting and other forms of mental manipulation are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.

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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟾𝟼 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟼'𝟷 𝙵𝚝

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■□□□40%

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■■100%

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: ■■■■□80%

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙻𝚘𝚠

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

• 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .

•𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

•𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

• 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕/ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

•𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏- 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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Normal Yunho at first seems like your average guy. He's very sweet, caring, playful and his close, and very few, friends he has would say that he's full of energy and smiles.

He just radiates this sunshine personality that draws people to him, although they may not stay very long.

He met you through mutual friends and acted the same as he did with others.

Albeit it's true, he was very affectionate towards you from the start, which both surprised and didn't surprise his friends.

But that doesn't mean he felt love at first sight with you.

Yunho isn't one to get overly attached right away.....yet.

It happened gradually.

He became attracted to your confident, strong and bold nature, all traits which he lacked in.

But no one knows that because he's good at hiding it.

You were also a very compassionate and empathetic person, which sealed the deal for him.

He admired you from afar, not wanting to get close to you just yet.

However, he'd get pouty and insecure whenever another man would show intentions of wanting to get close to you.

He'd whine often about it and that's how you found out he had feelings for you.

You thought it was cute, that he was cute.

So you were the one who took the first step to start a relationship.

Although shocked, Yunho was extremely happy.

As a boyfriend, he is very devoted to you, putting you above everything else, including his friends, family and health.

Everything moves really fast with him. Example:you had your first kiss on your first date.

Yunho just doesn't see why you have to wait if you two love each other.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life."

Not even 3 months later and you were already sleeping together.

Yunho sees that was the moment he went to heaven......

And that was the moment when hell started.

Yunho started becoming more and more clingy.

Texting, calling you at odd hours, asking you things like where you were, what were you doing, who you were with and if he could go see you.

He usually makes you stay till very late at his place that you have to spend the night with him.

No other option. He insists.

Even keeps spare clothes for you in a drawer he set aside just for you.

Till one day: "Why don't you just move in with me? It'll be so much easier and I could see you even more."

You hesitated, since you were barely 6 months into the relationship and you already felt smothered by his constant presence.

"I don't.... I don't know Yunho.."

He panicked at your hesitation.

"Why...why not? Don't you love me? Is it because you don't want to be around me?"

You began calming him down, trying to explain that maybe things were going to fast, but that only made him get more agitated.

It was truly terrifying for you to see him hyperventilating and choking on his own breathing like that.

Hot tears were falling rapidly down his face as he began saying:

"Why don't you love me? Is it something I did? What am I doing wrong? Tell me!"

"Yunho you did nothing wrong. You're perfect the way you are and I love you just the way you are."

He sniffled and wiped his nose on one of his sweater paws.

"Do you love me? R-really?"

You nodded your head in confirmation. But Yunho was still sulky about something.

"But then.... wha-why not move in? I p-promise you'll like it."

He looked at you with such fragile and tender eyes that you could not refuse him. So you agreed to move in with him.

Biggest mistake you made.

Even though he had his eye on you for most of the day, it wasn't enough for him.

If you were even 3 minutes home later than usual, he was badgering you with questions like:

"Who were you with? What took you so long?"

And you're like "Geez. Let me breathe."

Don't say things like that to him. He starts feeling bad and responds with things like:

"I know I'm sorry, I'm such a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend."

It honestly broke your heart to hear him say such things.

But it also irritated you how jealous he got when you hung out or even talked to another man that wasn't him.

He'd latched onto you in public if he felt you were paying more attention than he liked to another guy.

Sometimes would cause a scene that made you run back home in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! Don't you get it?! They're trying to take you away from me!"

"No! You're just an overly possessive and overly jealous boyfriend and I can't stand it anymore! I'm leaving."

"Wait what?"

Yunho watched in horror as you began packing a small bag so you could spend the night somewhere else, and pick up the rest of your stuff later.

All throughout that, Yunho begged, cried and went ballistic.

He repeated for you not to go, not to leave him.

"Y/N you don't understand....you can't leave me... I'll die, I can't live without you.."

You merely rolled your eyes at that. No one dies of a broken heart.

So you just walked out the door and rented a hotel room for the night, unaware of the mess you were about to wake up to.

You woke up bombarded by texts and missed calls from Yunho's friends:

"What did you do to him?!" "You heartless bitch!" "I hope you die if anything happens to him!" "All he did was love you and you destroyed him."

Then the hospital called you: Yunho had tried to kill himself in the night.

Your heart stopped when you found out. You felt so guilty and you felt like a monster.

Without thinking twice, you ran to the hospital to see him.

He layed there, still unconscious from the medication they gave him to calm him down.

You stayed by his side, praying that he'd wake up soon so you could apologize.

He woke up and although he looked surprise to see you....he was only feigning.

Of course you'd go out of your way to see him.

You were bawling your eyes out and holding him close, scared out of your wits at the thought that you almost lost the love of your life.

Yunho apologized, but you hushed him with a kiss, saying it wasn't his fault.

From then on, you began blaming yourself for everything....

And he made sure to remind you not to test him again.

You thought that after that talk, everything would be back to normal and you two could be a regular couple.

How stupid you were.

Life with Yunho now was like walking on thin ice all the time.

You couldn't mention anything about him that made you slightly uncomfortable because he's belittling himself with such foul words, crying to the point of hysteria....

But the worst times are when he's banging his head on a wall hard enough to draw blood, or punching the concrete wall so hard that his knuckles end up bloody and bruised.

You have a heart attack whenever that happens.

You've been so traumatized by his previous suicide attempt that any harm he does to himself sends you in a panic and you're holding him to you, comforting him and reminding him that you love him and won't ever leave him.

Then happy Yunho is back, as if nothing happened.

And he always wants you to reaffirm your love after such ordeals in the bedroom.

Yunho never ever fucks you, no matter how messed up he is.

He likes to take his time with you, going down on you or teasing you with his long fingers before he's thrusting his cock deep inside you.

Always cums inside you, always. With no protection.

It's a reminder that you belong to him and him only.

And also because he knows there's a possibility he could get you pregnant.

Which is what he wants.

If you two have a child together, it would only strengthen the bond you two have and it's another reason to tie you down to him.

And that's exactly what happened.

You were terrified and tried to conceal it for the longest time, but Yunho isn't dumb.

He was elated when he found out you were carrying his child inside of you.

Which only prompted his obsessive nature to escalate.

He made you quit your job because he wanted you to stay home to take care of your baby.

Of course, that's just an excuse to keep you from leaving the house.

You two also officially got marriage, and that was it for Yunho.

He finally succeeded in bounding you two together for life.

As a father, he doesn't mind sharing you with your new baby daughter.

He loves and adores his daughter very dearly because she is a physical manifestation of the love between him and you.

But she's the only child you two are having. There's only so many people he's willing to share you with.

To others, he's a doting and loving father and husband.

In the eyes of an outsider, you guys are the perfect family.

But you.....you stopped fighting a long time ago.

You resigned yourself to accept that this is your life now and you'd better make the best of it.

You're no longer the strong, confident and decisive woman you once were.

Yunho made sure to tear that all down to the point where you simply just act in a way that'll make him happy and won't trigger him to repeat what happened years ago...

Especially not in front of your daughter. You do not want her to experience what you did.

So the question remains.....how do you escape Yandere Yunho?

Well....... you have two choices:

Either spend the rest of your life playing into his façade of a perfect relationship, that's the easier choice.

It certainly spares you the mental, emotional and physical strain of fearing when his next suicide attempt might happen if you do anything that'll result in him degrading himself or guilt tripping you into staying with him.

Or..........kill yourself. But keep in mind that if you do, he won't be too far behind from you. In the words of Yandere! Yunho himself:

"Nothing will ever break our bond, our bond is forever. Even in death, our love will go on."

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Begin Again [MinYoongi]

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader

Word count : 5.2K

Genre : Fluff and Angst

Description : Friends to lovers, Long Distance relationship, Lovers to (?)

Summary : when you thought the friendship you once had with him died away after one silly mistake, and you thought you would never have again what you lost;

But it blossoms back unexpectedly stronger and is slowly growing to be something more beautiful than you ever had

"I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end;

But on a Wednesday in a cafe i watched it Begin Again"

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It was the start of a new year and you weren't particularly happy about being moved up a few classes into an entirely new class with relatively new students you haven't personally met yet. You were still grateful for your good results in the past year to have you land in such a good class. In all honesty though, you did miss your friends from your old class, all of them being scattered in the back classes however changed your mind about being thankful that you're at least in a better one. The first few days of getting used to the classes went by rather slowly as you were listening to the introductions of the other students and teachers half mindedly, till around your 4th day into the classes that is.

You were randomly seated in the Chemistry lab by the teacher as she familiarised herself with the rest of the class. Not paying much attention you were spacing out, resting your chin on your palm, tapping away at your cheek.

" Um, hey there"

The voice from the stool next to you spoke. You turned your head to the direction of the voice, being met with warm brown eyes looking right at you. He had soft black hair, eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn't slept well the night before, lips curled up in a slight smile as he looked at you.

"Oh, hello"

you answered, trying not to sound overly shocked at the first human interaction you've had in this new class.

"I'm yoongi, what's your name?"

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Yoongi"

"So what are your interests? What do you like to do y/n? Any hobbies?"

It definitely took you by surprise when this boy you've never really met before was suddenly making an interest to get to know you more. Something about him felt raw and not shy but in a good way.

"Well i really love listening to music and i do indulge in art as well. Spend most of my time listening to songs while drawing. Draw the mood of the song you know?"

"Damn, haha you sound kinda like me. Not tryna be cheesy or anything but i love listening to music too, I'm shit at drawing tho, i can barely draw a stickman"

Both of you exchanged a little chuckle at his open confession about himself. And even though it had only been a few minutes of words between the two of you, you felt at that moment that he wasn't like the other boys who popped up to talk to you first. This one genuinely seemed interested in you just to make a new friend.

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"Yo y/n you wanna ditch PE and hang out in the library? The new Resident Evil movie came out we can watch"

"You know what, yeah let's yeet"

You don't know how it went from spending lunch times together, to skipping the most boring subjects to hang out and hide. It'd been a few months since you started your new friendship with Yoongi, and by now you were known as the inseparable duo, funny enough both of you became the class representatives. Somehow you two got closer and closer each day, the more you talked the more you felt like you've known each other for years, yet some part of you knew that there was more to Yoongi than he was showing to you.

On a particularly slow day at your classes, you and Yoongi had pre planned to sneak out to hang out at your usual spot in the library. Sitting at the back of the library the both of you laughed at a joke Yoongi made about how almost the whole school shipped the both of you.

"You know y/n, I envy you"

"Oh well, I know I'm fabulous" you playfully said as you flipped your hair back, earning a little grunt and a harmless eye roll from Yoongi.

"It's not that you loonatic, i envy you...cause you have such a nice relationship with your family"

His sudden statement caught you slightly off guard but you gave him a look, clearly eager to know the reason behind his words. Flashing half a smile towards you he starts his story.

"Growing up for me was, well, it was an experience. I grew up under the care of foster parents who constantly reminded me that my parents gave me away cause i was a burden, all my life that's what i was told. Never had a father figure or mother figure to help shape my emotions? Guess that's why I don't show it if I'm sad or depressed, which is actually most of the time"

he looks down at his hands and chuckles softly.

"But you know something y/n? Being with you makes me feel like I could be myself, like I don't have to be afraid of being judged. And that's why I wanted you to know the truth but i understand if you don't wanna get involved or-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yoongi, i want you to know that I'll always be here for you and you can talk to me about this anytime okay? You're my best friend now! And I'm hoping I'm yours too?" You ask in a more playful tone making yoongi giggle.

"Of course you are"

"Good! Cause i come in a package deal of crackhead and supportive as well as a no return contract"

"Sounds perfect to me bestie"

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Over 2 years had passed and the whole highschool down to the teachers were sure the two of you were in a relationship, as everyone saw the two of you being practically stuck together almost all the time. Yoongi and your friendship became stronger than ever since that day he decided to open up to you. It became a regular thing where you'd confide in each other for emotional comfort as well as motivation and support. Not missing the fact that your level of crackhead together had become an all time high.

Your finals and exams blasted through and you had spent all your study weeks with Yoongi in the library. As sketchy as it was you and your best friend actually did sincere studying. And as it would, your hard work together paid off earning the both of you high marks in your finals. The two of you didn't miss to make a trademark crackhead scene at the receiving of the scroll ceremony when you accidentally tripped on your shoelace and Yoongi cracked up laughing and clapping before helping you up. The two of you celebrate with drinks and a lot of food that night and Yoongi paid for everything to make it up to you for laughing when you fell.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before heading out to your highschool's hall. It was your graduation party but more importantly to you it was Yoongi's birthday. Coincidentally the two events had fallen on the same day, and what better opportunity than to get dressed up to party at your graduation ceremony together. It had been a heck of a ride these last two years, and you were going to make sure this last school event would be memorable.

Upon arriving you scan around the hall of students in search of the familiar face.

"Looking for me?"

He makes his presence behind you known by clearing his throat. You turn around to give your usual playful comment back but the words were caught in your throat as your gaze landed on your best friend. He was dressed smart, in a suit that looked like it was custom made to fit him, his hair in a side part and bangs neatly framing his face. You were so used to seeing him in his casual hoodies and ripped jeans that seeing him in formal wear made you choke on your words.

Too focused on getting your senses back in check, you don't notice how Yoongi's train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks as he watched you turn around to face him. He never pictured his crackhead of a best friend in something other than t-shirts and track pants. Seeing you in a dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and taking in the sight of you, with your makeup and hair all done to suit the dress you were wearing nearly made him pass out from how he was holding his breath to admire you.

Clearing the silence between the two of you, Yoongi speaks up first.

"Well well, you don't completely look like the satanic spawn of hot cheetos and depression today. You actually look pretty good"

Smirking a little smile you bite back at his comment.

"Well same to you too Mr. I'm a millennial emo teen. You actually look, presentable today"

The two of you exchanged a playful giggle and assumed your seats at your class tables as the ceremony went on.

You don't see the small glances Yoongi takes in your direction, the thoughts gushing through his mind about how you looked at the moment and cursing himself for not realising your features sooner. He admired the way you had chosen to dress up today, seeing the way you had styled your hair so your curls would frame your face, the way you had done your makeup in a more natural looking way that he thought suited you perfectly. Yoongi didn't remember when the unlabeled feelings for you came but the longer he looked at you the more he was starting to put a name to the feelings he had. So much so that he had completely spaced out in his thoughts of you like that he didn't realise you were speaking to him.

" -don't you think so Yoongi?"

"I'm sorry what did you say? The umm, the music is so loud"

"I saaaaiiddd it's beginning to get a little dull at this graduation ceremony, we need a little surprise, don't you think?"

"Surprise?? What kind of surprise?"

Flashing a smile his way you get up and walk towards the front of the hall where the ceremony host was finishing up their ending speech. Whispering into the host's ear, he gives you the microphone and you confidently stride to the front. But you accidentally go too close to the speaker and it lets out an unpleasant squee, making you move back and away a little. You look up and around finding your best friend's eyes looking back at you giggling at the scene that just occured.

"Well that's one way to get everyone's attention" you chuckle earning muffled chuckles and words from the hall.

"So firstly congrats to everyone on graduating y'all did it. But that's not why I'm up here right now. Today is a special day for someone, and since it's the last day we'll all be gathering I wanted to make this memorable for him. So everyone I would like to wish out here, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI"

you started to sing happy birthday and the rest of the hall joined in singing with you.

In all this happening, Yoongi could only focus on you, the way you just boldly got up to sing out loud and wish him Happy Birthday in the most "you" way possible. So he didn't know if it was the moment or if it was his unlabeled feelings overflowing for you, that he got up and walked towards you as the song was ending. He couldn't tell what came over him at that moment but he knew for sure he wasn't going to stop what he was about to do next. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours. Kissing you with deep feelings overtaking his mind. The moment his lips touched yours he knew what those unlabeled feelings were, it was Love.

You couldn't process fast enough that your best friend was striding towards you with a goal, a desire. And you surely didn't expect for him to suddenly kiss you. Registering the feeling of his lips on yours, your eyes closed on their own as if on automatic response. You sank into the feeling of his lips, and it was then you felt the spark that ignited your own unlabeled feelings for Yoongi. You had definitely asked yourself countless times before if what you were feeling for Yoongi was more than just friendship. On the countless nights he had cried on your shoulder or when you cried on his, on the many occasions where you were both always partners in crime, you would always glance at Yoongi and wonder what more could there be to the feelings between you.

As the both of you slowly pulled away from each other a roaring sound of cheers erupted as it seemed to be that the two of you were the last ones to know you two were actually in love with each other. Taking your hand in his, Yoongi and you ran out of the hall that night knowing well where the two of you stood from that moment on.

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"No babe I think you should definitely take the opportunity to study there, I know it's far but it'll be really good for you, plus it's something you really like! It'll take some time for you to get used to the new place but i know you'll fit right in. In fact i know your wack ass would stand out"

You giggled at his comment but you wholeheartedly took his motivation and advice. But the question and thoughts still lingered in your mind as you heard Yoongi chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"But Yoongi, this means we'd be in a long distance relationship, with you going off to study in the opposite direction and all. Even our breaks don't match Yoongi.. what'll we do" the worrying tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi as he answered you in a calm reassuring tone.

"It'll take some work, but i know we can get through this okay? We'll make it, we can make it. I love you" you smiled at Yoongi's voice uttering the sweet words of love as you felt yourself calm your thoughts.

"I love you too Yoongi. Well then, keep me company while i pack?"

"You bet"

It had been a few months since you started dating, and honestly it didn't feel any different from when the two of you were in your phase of friendship, everything was going relatively smooth apart from the little fights and misunderstandings you had now that you were a couple. Sometimes you sit to think to yourself if moving into a relationship with Yoongi was the best choice, it would feel as though sometimes he would act differently and not like he always would but you just shake of the thoughts. You just figured with all these future college studies and intakes coming about that he was just as stressed as you were. You assured yourself that the two of you would be alright and that you'll always have each other.

A few more months pass and the two of you have already started your college lives. Yoongi being in a campus almost 8 hours away from you with minimal transport for him to even go home let alone plan to meet you. It was going smoothly, settling into orientation and getting to know the layouts of the campus well, meeting new friends and truly taking in your next step in education. You and Yoongi would exchange day to day text messages about how orientation and the first days of classes went.

All well and good till Yoongi's texts became slower and less frequent, he would always say that he's busy with his friends there, or straight up not giving a response at all. You became more and more fearful at how this long distance thing was going to work out for the two of you.

28th Tuesday

[12:27am] hey Yoongi! I hope you had a great day, I miss you and hope you sleep well, love you!

[08:40am] Hey Babe, good morning! I'm in class now, wishing we could skip like old times haha, hope you have a great day! Text me soon

[6:48pm] Hey i just got back to my dorm after classes, it was super fun! How was your day??

[8:11pm] Yoongi?? Are you okay? Are you busy babe?

[8:24pm] I miss youuuuuuuu :(

[10:16pm] Yoongi :(

You tossed your phone to the side of your bed as you felt your tears well up, why was he suddenly avoiding you? Is he okay?? Did he get hurt? Your thoughts were spiraling, getting messier till you heard the familiar ping from your phone. You scurried to your phone to see Yoongi's name pop up on the screen. Your smile quickly faded, replaced by disappointment at his reply.

[10:43pm] Hey, was busy with friends today, going to bed now ttyl <3

You frowned and wouldn't let him go this time. The days of short texts to unreplied texts and this is how he replies now? In a fit of fury you call him.

"Hello?-"

"Yoongi what's wrong? You haven't been replying to my texts as usual are you okay??"

"Mmh I'm fine, just busy with classes and my new friends y/n"

"Well I can't accept that answer Yoongi, I'm busy with classes and friend's here too but I take the time so why can't you?"

"Hey it's not that big of a deal y/n, we're in new environments now and it'll take me some time to settle in"

"Yoongi surely you have at least 5 minutes a day to text me??"

"Yeah of course I do, I just texted you didn't i?"

"That short ass reply was what you call a text Yoongi? It really sounds like you're avoiding me"

"You know what y/n I don't have time for this right now I'm tired"

"No Yoongi, I haven't talked to you properly in days come on don't you miss me Yoongi?"

"To be honest I've been enjoying the new company here that's I haven't missed you much"

"What do you mean Yoongi? You don't think of me?"

"Not all the time no, i have other things to think about here y/n i have new responsibilities here I can't be thinking about you all the damn time, just be happy I texted you back"

"Are you threatening to not text me anymore Yoongi? Is that what you're saying? You don't wanna talk to me anymore?"

"Oh god for fucks sake y/n stop being so clingy alright? Just grow up a little!"

The sound of his voice in heightened frustration made you choke on your words, you silenced yourself as his words rang loud in your head.

"You know what y/n I don't think this will work out, I'm going to get even busier and this will just be in the way of it all"

"Yoongi…"

"I'm sorry y/n but clearly this distance is proving that we won't work out"

"Are you... breaking up with me Yoongi?.."

The pain in your voice and the soft shaky exhale doesn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi takes a deep breath, realising he spoke too fast in frustration. As much as he did feel for you this distance was tearing you apart and Yoongi didn't want to believe it but it was the truth. He spoke softer this time giving his side of his explanation.

"Y/n, you've been nothing but amazing to me, but I realize that we were more compatible as friends, I mean think about it, we've had so many petty fights that we never had before we dated. Our growing college life will further hinder our relationship. I don't want to hurt you like this by not giving you the love and attention you deserve. I'll always love you y/n, just not as more than friends I suppose"

You couldn't believe what was happening right now, your world felt like it was crashing down on you hard and fast, you could feel the sharp stinging in your chest from how your heart was breaking the more reality hit you. Yoongi's words had reason to them, but you were still in a state of confusion. Why could you make time for Yoongi but he couldn't for you? Maybe it's because the two of you are pursuing different fields of studies? Maybe he really had better things to do? Yoongi didn't want to hurt your feelings by making you feel abandoned so he was in fact abandoning you? No? But he said he'll still love you?? Your head was spinning a bunch of thoughts ran through your head.

"Okay Yoongi...if that's what would be the best for us..then okay"

"Don't worry okay? We'll still text as usual, talk when we can okay? I won't let you go, you're still my best friend y/n"

You didn't know if his words would be comforting enough, but at that moment you took what you had and calmed your thoughts for now.

"Okay Yoongi.."

"Good, I have an early schedule tomorrow. I'll talk to you later okay? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight y/n"

"Good night Yoongi"

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As it will, Yoongi and you slowly drifted apart. You would often see his social media updates about how he was actively participating in clubs, and how he had taken up new responsibilities, going to camps and hosting events at his institute and he definitely seemed to be doing well. You on the other hand fell more and more at war with your emotions, it didn't hinder your studies. Thankfully you could keep those two apart. But whenever it got a little too quiet you'd think of him, the days in highschool when you were inseparable. You missed his laugh, his endearing way of calling you the most heinous nicknames. You definitely missed his comforting arms, his words of encouragement when you were down, you wished nothing more that in this moment you were crying to him instead of because of him.

You couldn't believe that you were sitting here, broken and feeling alone by the guy that made his way into your life, and had now made his way out in the most painful way possible. You were left there clueless and confused. Did he do it for you? Was it the right thing? Did he really think of you? Why was this happening? What would have happened if you didn't date? Would things be different? Would your best friend have stayed? All these questions playing through your mind, countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep. Thinking of how you felt almost betrayed, you cursed at yourself for sending texts to him that were only left on read or replied with a simple "I'm busy, text you later".

Slowly days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as you hadn't spoken much to Yoongi. You became stone hearted from all that had happened and slowly you got back into yourself. You were more and more active in your college life and you were growing to be better at controlling your emotions. Sure some little things remind you of him now and then, but it was much easier by now to brush his thoughts off. As sadly as your situation was you learned to move with it and not let it consume you. Every now and then you'd see Yoongi piston updates on his progressively active life and you'd feel happy for him, you wondered if he ever felt the same for you when he saw your updates on how well you were doing.

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It had been a total of 4 years since everything happened, you were on a roll and you had graduated college. You had a few job applications pending and you were more stable with your life by now. All the questions you once had were stored in a box collection dust in the far corner of your mind.

It was a relaxing Saturday evening, you were in your apartment lounging on your bed. As you were chatting away with your friends a familiar ping aroused from your phone. The name that popped up on the screen made your heart heavy and you breathing shallow, a true ghost from your past…

"Yoongi 🥀"

Your screen read. Taking a deep breath you opened the chat.

[9:57pm] Hey y/n it's been a long time… are you free tonight? Can I call you?

You didn't know what exactly to think right now. Every cell in your brain telling you not to. That you shouldn't give into him again, and that you should just talk to him over text no matter what it was. But your heart was screaming for him, the familiar feeling of longing for him returning in a massive tsunami, washing over your thoughts. You took a deep breath to centre your thoughts and decided you'd listen to him and talk to him again.

[9:59pm] Hey Yoongi, yeah I'm free to talk.

As soon as the message was read by him, your phone rang. You took one more deep breath and answered the call.

"Hello y/n, how are you?"

You cursed in your head at how much you missed his voice, the way he spoke to you at this moment had a hint of the same longing you had for him.

"Hey..Yoongi, I'm good. How are you?"

"I've been good too.. congratulations on graduating"

"Thanks Yoongi, congratulations on graduating too.."

"Thanks…"

The silence that fell had you both reflecting on everything that happened and how fast it all went by. The box of questions in your mind burst out once again whereas Yoongi on the other hand was feeling guilt and hate towards himself for everything that he put you through. Little did you know that these last few months Yoongi was hit with the hard realisation that he had lost not only his best friend but the person he cared about the most. His family certainly did not improve and the one person who was there for him when he needed it, he had left broken hearted and abruptly once he found a new escape. Yoongi was slowly flooded with memories of you as he neared his own college graduation. He remembered your highschool graduation and how he felt for you there in that moment of time. He spent a few nights crying at the realisation that he had thought of what's best for you but didn't think of how you felt and how he had left things between the two of you.

"Why Yoongi…."

Was all you managed to say out loud before your emotions caved in. Understanding what you were asking he answered.

"I was so caught up in the new environment of growing up and moving on that I did what I thought was the best to not hurt you...but I didn't think far enough that doing so will indeed hurt you.. and I wasn't there for you like i was supposed to. It took a hard hit to my head to realise that I was wrong y/n… you were always there for me and stupidly I made this mistake… I thought i was thinking of the best for both of us, when in fact i was thinking of myself.. I was selfish and I realised that…so many things reminded me of you y/n, the clouds, the sun, the sight of roses, the smell of hot cheetos.."

You giggled a little at his last comment earning a little muffled one from Yoongi.

"I understand if you hate me for what I did to you y/n… and I don't know if it'll ever be the same between us again.. but I'm willing to try to bring back what we had... if you're willing to give me a chance…"

You exhaled softly before letting out everything that you've been feeling.

"I don't hate you Yoongi, I never could and I never will. You're everything to me Yoongi and I was just really hurt by what you did and how you ended things. So many thoughts went through my head and I won't even talk about how much you made me cry….you dipshit" the playful cursing nickname made Yoongi chuckle a little, slowly making him feel reassured at the directions of the conversation.

"I'm willing to give us a chance Yoongi..and you're right, I don't expect it to be the same as what we had, I just hate that I lost my best friend.."

"I know..i understand that..and I'm sorry..for everything"

"It's okay Yoongi, I'm sorry too… maybe I should've been more understanding…"

"Hey… do you.. wanna hang out Tomorrow night?"

"You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, i wanna see you and catch up with you"

"Sure Yoongi that'd be nice"

"Great!! I'll meet you at the café by our old highschool?"

"Sure Yoongi, sounds great"

"Right then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow Yoongi"

You could hear the smiles in each other's voices as you both bid goodnight and hung up the phone. You didn't know what it was exactly but you knew just from that phone call that everything was going to be alright. You felt like you breathed much easier now, your mind much lighter. Yoongi felt the same, he was smiling more now filled with the excitement of meeting you again tomorrow after years.

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You made sure to check yourself out in the mirror a few more times before heading towards the café. You had chosen to wear a simple yet stylish outfit, your hair tied back in a low loose ponytail, your short hairs framing your face. You were nervous yet excited to be reunited with your best friend again. And as you approach the café, there he was. Standing outside the door of the café waiting for you. The now slightly more mature looking, dark fluffy haired man, wearing a long black coat was looking just as nervous and excited as he was looking down at his feet.

"I didn't know you needed glasses to see now"

your voice made him turn his head fast in your direction. The moment his gaze landed on you, it felt like highschool all over again. The way you looked standing there, just centimetres away from him. He took in your slightly matured face yet he told himself that you hadn't changed one bit.

"It's official, you're old Yoongi"

He chuckled and playfully scoffed at your comment.

"Well at least i don't dress like the satanic spawn of depression and hot cheetos"

"Sure thing Mr. I'm still a millennial emo teen"

The two of you laughed, and the world seemed to slow down. The feeling that nothing ever really changed between the two of you was knowing, however this time something felt entirely different. Both of you could feel it for sure. It was the feeling of a bond stronger than both friendship and love. You didn't know what the feeling was exactly, all that you knew was that you're never losing each other again. All this while you've been sitting there watching the feelings you had burn and crash in the worst way possible, but today right here at this café, right in front of your eyes you watched everything Begin Again.

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