Jay | she/they | side blog of bad writing | ask or talk to me!! [ID: The header has many houses of various sizes and window shapes. They have the same beige color for their wall and a rustic orange for their roof. The icon is a close up image of Luke disappointed and tearing up with 3 scratch marks on his left cheek. both are from the Prof. Layton mobile game. End ID]
Summary:Â Barely one month of living on the streets, and Mako has grown skeptical of anything good thatâs offered freely to him. When the girl from the other side of town calls him stinky and demands he take a shower, he might just be right about his newfound cynicism.
a/n: why is it so hard to get to the mAIN STORY LINE LMAO I am neglecting my hw so hard right now anyway lmk if there are errorsÂ
pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iv
Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, Mako, Bolin, bathroom- her feet bring her to her destination, hand on the knob, ready to burst in- wait, no, knock first.Â
The door opens slightly, revealing a part of Makoâs face before his hand sticks out expectantly. Yn stares at his open palm before slapping it with her own.Â
âSorry! Forgot the towels!â she calls tersely as she hurries to the towel cabinet, just as she heard the bathroom door shut. Running back to the bathroom at the same pace with the towels in her arms, she freezes halfway as she realized she had forgotten their clothes. Fuck, where were the clothes, thatâs the whole reason why she went to ask her mom in the first place. They had to be in the basket in her fatherâs room or something, she concludes, whatever that something is. She breezes by the bathroom on her way there, leaving the towels on the doorknob with an urgent knock, not noticing that they had fallen to the ground before she returned to the room.Â
Clothes, clothes, what were their sizes. Frantically digging through the basket, all she finds are her fatherâs garments. Turning to the dresser, she urgently starts pulling the drawers out one by one, lifting and throwing the folded clothes until she can find the pair of clothes, the uniform, she realizes, that was always provided in faux hospitality.
As she continues to shuffle through the clothes, she canât help but think that she shouldâve just left the two in the alleyway (sympathy be damned, this was much more harmful than helpful) if she had known her father was going to mug them of the only money they had left.Â
Is that why they had so many clothes uniforms for various sizes? To rob the other orphans she had insisted on bringing home for dinner as well? Wasnât it counterproductive to spend money on them when these orphans barely had money to spare?Â
She finally finds 2 sets of clothes uniforms: one roughly her size and another just slightly smaller. Without wasting a moment, she gathers them in her arms and races to the bathroom, rushing to stop her father before he leaves. However, she barely makes it out the door without him in the way.Â
âSpirits, sweetie, what animal did you release in my room this time?âÂ
Finally sparing a glance around the room, Yn finds the state of the room just as messy as her mind. The clothes strewn everywhere and unorganized, thrown at rapid fire just like her thoughts. It dawns on her that heâs about to leave when he grabs his coat and hat⊠leave to mug her new friends (if she was even allowed to call them that at this point), just like he had every time before today.Â
âFather, where are you going?â she tries to ask normally, as unsuspectingly as possible, but the shaky pitch as she calls for his attention might as well have given away that she discovered his scheming.Â
âJust picking up some money,â he responds coolly, sending a shiver down her spine and goosebumps in their wake.Â
âFrom where?â Her fingers twitch in anticipation of his answer, hiding underneath the uniform.Â
He way he forces a chuckle out to alleviate where the conversation is going, sickens her as he crouches down to her height. âMy boss, of course.â The tight lipped smile he gives is all she needs to know heâs lying.Â
âYou-youâre not stealing from them, are you?â The very thought of it felt absurd, but saying it out loud left a bitter note on her tongue. She clutches onto the clothes, the fabric the only thing stopping her nails from digging into her palms. âThey donât have any money!â She whispers harshly, unsure if she wanted Mako and Bolin to hear from the other side of the hall. She couldnât tell what was worse: knowing that stopping her father will impact the household or that this would affect the brothers for worse. Was picking one over the other any better? Did she even have a choice?
âSweetie, we need the money, too, so just keep them occupied while I look for it.â An order, and one she had no choice but to follow.
His hand snaking around the back of her neck is enough to stop her from protesting. The firm squeeze making the words lose themselves in her throat and forced to be swallowed down if she didnât want to choke on air. His smile was cold in comparison to the unspoken threat in his eyes, his nostrils flaring just slightly to serve as a reminder that someone will bear the punishment in her stead, and the slight raise in his eyebrows almost daring her to challenge him.Â
Somehow, it scares her more than meeting the back of his hand.Â
He finally releases his hold when she doesnât say anything. âWell? Better get those clothes to those boys,â he reminds her while standing back to his full height. âItâll be the only nice thing theyâll have in awhile!â
Her face pales as her feet drag her back to the bathroom, hardly registering that she left the room in the first place. Knocking on the door once again, she merely shoves the clothes in Makoâs face before he can stick his hand out the open door. âDinner will be ready in a bit,â she mechanically says, looking away. She turns back at Makoâs thanks, immediately regretting it because her eyes speak of conflicts louder than she can say, regret written on her face clearer than a sunny day, and she fears that he catches on. She opens and closes her mouth, unsure if she should tell them. Before she decides on an answer, she promptly shuts the door on him and returns to the kitchen to help her mother.Â
Hearing her momâs upbeat humming with a large pink print donning her face as she sets the table nearly breaks Ynâs heart. How could she pick between her mother and these two boys she just barely met? How would there be any way to satisfy both parties? She sighs at the conflict, her shoulders sagging at the thought of being unable to do anything for both of them.Â
She begins filling the bowls with rice, her movements sluggish from dreading what will happen to Mako and Bolin. How will their opinion of her change? Will they forgive her? Will her mom forgive her if she makes the other two leave before her father could find their money, if they even had any? Was it like this every other time before?Â
She hated it. The feeling of being tugged between two equally wrong decisions; the feeling of seeing the surface of the water while chained to the bottom, only barely being able to have the tip of her nose reach the surface for air; both of which her body would readily succumb to the dark.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â She looks up from her spot to find her motherâs concerned face. âYouâre piling the rice,â she says with a playful grin. She gently takes the bowl and rice scooper out of Ynâs hands, pushing the rice piled past the bowlâs rim back into the cooker. She canât help but think her mom could have pushed it into the last remaining bowl instead.Â
She merely stares at her mom filling the last bowl, proceeding to frown at her mom. âWill you be eating tonight?â Ynâs voice comes out much smaller than she hoped, the lump in her throat making it hard for her to speak any louder.Â
Her mom stares blankly at her, pondering for a few brief seconds before concluding, âI would hope so. I made plenty for all of us.â Hope so. The fact that she had to think if she would eat, if she even got to, made Ynâs stomach lurch, stones piling in her abdomen, making it hard to filter out the guilt. âThose boys are nice. They should be able to take back any leftovers they want.â Her momâs smile falters to a grimace, as if she was compensating them for their loss, for the misfortune she brought to them. At least she was doing something to balance the bad. What about Yn? What could she do? Her feet stay frozen to the ground, unmoving just like her problem.Â
âMmm!! Smells so good!!â Bolinâs call from the hallway snaps her out of her reverie. His head pokes out from the corner shortly afterward, eyes darting until they finally land on the table. âMako! Thereâs food!â Â
Bolin races to the seats at the round dining table with Mako shortly behind him, both unable to resist the enticing aromas of the meal and reach for their chopsticks, manners forgotten. Their mouths water at the sight of grilled fish and sauteed vegetables, and start piling it onto their bowls before scarfing it down with a wholehearted zeal that could light an entire town.Â
âDoesnât it feel nice to eat without being stinky,â Yn teases with good nature as she approaches the table with her bowl in hand. Climbing onto her seat, she begins piling the food into her own bowl as well, making sure to sneak the vegetables she liked less into her momâs bowl. Dinner is quiet, save for a few chuckles from her mom at how Bolin practically squeals in delight at every bite, the crisp ring from chopsticks hitting the ceramic bowls or plates, and the dull thud of the cups tapping the wooden table whenever someone drank from it.Â
This is nice, Yn thinks. She grins at the small smirk Mako gives Bolin when he puts more vegetables in his bowl, at the wide eyes that take up half of Makoâs face when her mom wipes the sauce off his mouth with a napkin, at Bolinâs little dancing when he thinks she didnât notice he stole her favorite part of the fish from her bowl. Itâs one of the more heartwarming dinners she hasnât had in awhile, one where her momâs eyes gleam from pure joy instead of unshed tears. The whole scene makes her almost forget about her dad, until she hears the doorknob shake.Â
And like a crack in glass, the screeching of Ynâs chair scraping against the floor as she abruptly stands, ruins the whole atmosphere. Everyone stops mid-bite as they stare at her escaping the table. Mako and Bolin carry on after sharing a look while her mom struggles to swallow her food.Â
Her feet slam against the floor, almost getting hit by the doorknob as it swings open. She cranes her neck to look at him in the eye, simply holding her hands out to gather his coat and hat for the second time that day.Â
His hollow chuckle does nothing to warm her as he says, âWhat? No bow this time, sweetie? Did you forget how to greet people at the door?â The smile playing on his lips a menace and an indicator of his good mood as he recalls how successful his catch this time is.Â
âNoâŠâ Almost shamefully, she bows slightly, her arms stiff as she brings them back to her side only to raise them again for his coat and hat. âWelcome back, father.âÂ
She dashes off to his bedroom the moment she retrieves them, patting the jacket and emptying the pockets for any signs of coins or bills, only to come out with a few yuans. Making sure to take it, she wedges it between the wall and the back of her dresser in her own room for later.Â
She returns to the dinner table on time to see him seated between her chair and mother. The grilled fish she ate flops aggressively in her stomach when he mentions picking up money from his boss. A small bonus, he calls it. She catches Mako looking towards Bolin for a few brief seconds, eyes wary, at the amount.
About 1,300 yuans. Itâs a whole lot more than the amount she found in her fatherâs coat.Â
Is that how much they had? How were they able to have so much money despite being orphans? Where were they able to hide that amount? How was he able to find it? Where is he hiding their money if it wasnât in his coat?
Dinner is silent once again, yet the tension is enough to ruin her appetite. It doesnât feel as heartwarming anymore, the table flooding with anxiety and defeat at the mere presence of her father. His attempt at small talk is choppy and near condescending. Makoâs posture had stiffened since her father sat down, but if the stoic expression resting on his face showed any discomfort at his tone, he didnât say anything about it. His choice to make dry responses doesnât deter her father, doesnât stop the fact that theyâre in his household, doesnât hinder his good mood from robbing. Â
The plates are eaten clean with leftovers packed neatly into containers for Mako and Bolin to eat for tomorrow. Before they leave, Yn makes sure to carefully tuck the yuans she stole from her fatherâs coat earlier into the pockets of their washed clothes, leaving a messily scribbled note saying she was sorry. She returns the folded clothes to them just as they enter the carriage.
âWill I see you again?â Itâs a stupid question, she thinks, yet she canât help but be a little hopeful. Of course she can see them, but they might not want to see her again, especially once they find out their money was stolen.Â
âI donât know. We donât really have anywhere else to go, so maybe?â And itâs a naive response thatâs bound to change soon enough.Â
Bolinâs face becomes the more dopey with every passing second he tries to stay awake, likely tired from digesting all the food he devoured. Once they secure their seats, Mako says their thanks as the carriage rides off. Yn watches it as it grows smaller and smaller in the distance, yet it does nothing to quell the growing guilt in her gut.
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a/n: yall know I had to sneak in one last stinky before reaching the end of this chapter LOL i had to split this part AGAIN because it was too many words, and the next part will likely be the end of what i originally intended to have as part one,,, also updates may be slower from now since school is picking up the pace :(( anyway pls stay hydrated itâs like 100F where i am and it sucksÂ
edit: i tweaked the last few paragraphs a bit bc it was a tad confusing since i wasnât very clear with my wording, so iâm very sorry about that ;( also i hope any questions you guys have will be answered in next few updates!!Â
pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iv
taglist! (if youâd like to be tagged, pls DM or send in an ask!)
LMAO ur hq as annoying hs boy things got me THINKING. bokuto and kuroo play the penis game in class or moan so loud out of nowhere for no reason. atsumu, futakuchi, and terushima all shut ur laptop when ur working or steal ur phone to try n get u to chase them but u j stand there likeđ§đ»ââïž. atsumu ALSO taps ur furthest shoulder to make u look the wrong way đ. tendou does that weird mf dodge that athletes do when they come towards u in the hall like the fake left fake right spin u know what iâm talking ab. LASTLY i j KNOW tanaka carries a speaker in the hall blasting music at 7am like stfu i beg u
THIS MADE MY BLOOD BOIL HDHAJDKALF OH MY GOD THE RANDOM MOANING I đȘđȘđȘđȘđȘđȘ AND THE SHUTTING THE LAPTOP AND STEALING YOUR PHONE...IM BLOWING A GASKET HSHAKDKWFJ
i know i put osamu's wholesome hc as providing u with a mutual buffet but on the other hand if we take the more annoying route he Definitely steals your food when you're not looking and acts like youre his fucking personal chef đ§ââïžđ§ââïžđ§ââïž "what do we have as a snack today?" MY LUNCHBOX IS NOT AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET HOW DARE U
AND ALSO KAGEYAMA & ATSUMU START WATCHING GAME HIGHLIGHTS DURING CLASS WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING A GROUP PROJECT đđđ FOCUS ON RESEARCHING THE RISE AND FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE NOT THE ANGLES AND TIMING OF YOUR QUICK IM BEGGING I CANT FAIL THIS CLASS
hinata is the kid who tries to jump and hit the top of the doorframe, but at the same time u still fuck with him because he signs you in for attendance when youre cutting class
rules ; post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and youâll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
ooh, thanks for the tag canela <3 please send in asks for these even if iâm not here bc i want to talk about them lmao,, also these are all wip titlesÂ
might as well die - todoroki shoto
started as strangers and now weâre here - bokuto koutarou
park meet cute - kirishima eijirou
iâve loved you since we were eighteen - bokuto koutarouÂ
broken glass is still beautiful - kirishima eijirouÂ
heartbreaker - takami keigo
the end - takami keigo
dandelions in the school yard - bokuto koutarou
the one that got away, but stayed too close - tsukishima kei / akiteru
doodled hearts - kuroo tetsurouÂ
secrets - oikawa tooru
under the mask - sakusa kiyoomi
stick around - miya atsumu
weâll never grow old - kakashi hatake
no pressure tags: @kitchenangst @itskoushiâ @angelicsuki @ginnydrinkstea
to everyone
i wonât deny that i am far later than most with posting this, but i hope you can all forgive that! although it has been a harsh year, hopefully 2021 will bring us all better things! it has only just started but I now have 3k followers, which is a remarkable milestone that I never imagined reaching, so hello everyone :D
to my followers
thank you for being here! had it not been for you, there are days in which i would not have found the motivation to post or write, and yet here i am, almost 6 months later. whether you reblog everything i post, or simply lurk around my blog, thank you for being here!Â
to my mutuals
you are all very cool and intimidating and if we are mutuals i probably never expected us to be because of how astonishing you are. the fact that people whoâs work i saw before even writing myself now follow me just leaves me in awe. im excited to see what this new year brings for all of you and hope that it is only good things because that is what you all deserve. if we donât interact that much already, i hope that can change <3
JDJFJFJD IM SO LATE but thank u omg ive learned so much from u too its crazy how fast this yr passed!!! Ik we dont talk all that much but im so happy i still got to be mutuals with someone as amazing as u! Lots of love and may the year treat u well <3
I was tagged by @inept-azula (thank you!!) in this on my main but we canât have irl people knowing that iâm in fandom tumblr so here we are! đ I made a new post because the last one was getting pretty long.Â
so here we go 10 fandoms and 10 fave characters! (in no particular order)
1. Avatar: The Last Airbender - Sokka
2. Lost In Space - Penny Robinson
3. Supernatural - Jack Kline
4. Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Percy Jackson
5. Six of Crows - Nina
6. Star Wars - Finn
7. The Magicians - Margo Hanson
8. Harry Potter - Hermione Granger
9. Legend of Korra - Korra
10. Criminal Minds - Spencer ReidÂ
tagging: @sukifans , @shegosato, @itsivyberry &Â @sokkaspirit and anyone else who wants to do this!Â
hey!! Just thought id give a little update on whats going on LOL
SO, the school semester just ended and i am officially on winter break! Very exciting lol as far as Before Anything Good (BAG) goes, i do have a draft of the next part that needs one more scene and some editing, and then its good to go! In the time i wasnt writing, i did do some outlining for books 1-4 (lmao i shouldve been doing that for the prequel too but wtv) and i gotta say its very exciting in my daydreaming lmaoo
Anyway, just wanted to say thank u for being patient with the next part. ik its been 3 whole months since i last updated and u may have forgotten what happened bc i honestly did too.
Aaaaand thats all! Thank u so much again for reading what i had so far for both this update and BAG. I really appreciate it!
before any of you start, i did the bunny girl senpai outfit for shits and giggles and because itâs my brand now apparently smh (i blame tsukki anon) my hair would be this color IF I TONED IT </3
fic hopper: working on a wip and donât know where to go next? easy, just work on a different wip, then if that one doesnât work out, open a different one, itâs foolproof!
all my tropes are dead: there are only so many ways you can describe a kiss, and youâve written so many between this pairing that youâre running out of ways, donât talk to me about the words âchasteâ and âsoftâ ever again
unsung hero: im writing a fic under a certain set of tags or concepts to get more hits but the real story is about __ extremely specific thing that only i and two of my closest friends care aboutÂ
rarepair hell: self-explanatoryÂ
wlw rarepair hell: like rarepair hell but one level worse
my last braincell: youâre a perfectionist so youâll either post this chapter when itâs perfect or not at allÂ
wandering eye: a side element or original character you introduced in your story is now near and dear to your heart but no one else will care about itÂ
im well educated and will kick your ass: youâve done so much research for this but canât seem to write the damn thingÂ
all talk and no action: you were going good until you got to this necessary climactic action scene and now itâll have to wait for three monthsÂ
Hereâs what I have in mind for y/n in the lovers smau :)
Name: lol y/n
Age: 20
Birthday: Iâm judging by how they act and then matching that up with a zodiac sign lol and so I feel they best fit with Cancers. weâll go with June 26th
Favorite Movie/TV Show:Â The Office and idk probably Coco lol
Favorite Color:Â purple
Best friend: Suki and they wonât admit it but also Sokka
Most dominant character trait:Â stupid empathetic; really good at understanding other peopleâs emotions, not good at understanding their own
HOHOHO I LOVE THIS THANKS FOR THE TAG OKAY i love: this characters. you smau is one of the best out there i need to catch up with it ASAP
iâll use my main character for my bakugou series hehe
Name: Shigaraki Y/N but her villain name is âNightmareâ so I kinda just call her âNightâ
Age: I donât know? theoretically she would have to be like 15/16 to be bakugouâs age but Iâm kinda considering just aging everyone up so Iâll say 17/18
Birthday: uh i have no idea tbh. i feel like she would be a Gemini tho so letâs say May 29? i like that
Favorite Movie/TV Show: i feel like she wouldnât really watch a lot of movies or tv shows but if she does????? action movies and comedy shit
Favorite Color: red hehe
Best Friend: uh Tomura maybe??????
Most Dominant Character Trait: strong!!!! very very strong!!!! and the emotional repression â€ïž
iâll be tagging @azucanela @jayly420 (do it with your writing account if you want babe you do you) @firebendersimp @eclecticcs and @spiritvines !!! no pressure tho
Thank u for the tag nina đ€Ș this is very cute also ninas bakugou series is gonna be a bomb heh i absolutely love night shes so dumb LMAO
Ok this is for before anything good (lok) uwu
Name: y/n
Age: about 18/19
Birthday: ur bday LOL okay but idk much abt astrology so imma say she gives me taurus vibes (not self projecting at all),,,,, maybe virgo ,,,?? Idk
Favorite movie/show: this kid cant even afford a tv but shes probably always wanted to watch spongebob or jimmy neutron or danny phantom lmao but she would absolutely love and be appalled at the same time by the john wick movies
Favorite color: idk but she hates green
Best friend: asami mayhaps đł
Most dominant character trait: making fun of people and self isolating shes pretty intuitive!!
No pressure tags: @sokkascroptop @sukifans and anyone else who wants to share!