bts actually did That. they are literally paving the way for other kpop groups as i type this. they went from starved broke trainees to $$rich$$ men and spilling coke on expensive suits. they went from ‘do you know annyeonghasaeyo?’ to ‘y'all and y'all’s parents and y'all’s ancestors all know about us’. they went from rookie award to daesang to billboard music awards. they worked so hard and they didn’t give up and here they are now. stanning bts will truly never be the same after this, but i sure am proud to call myself an ARMY.
I have no idea how this is going to go, but hell. I want to give it a go. (Ft. My Take on a Galra Transformation)
Keith wakes up one morning feeling slightly run down. A dull ache pulses behind his eyes, and his limbs feel heavy. But, it’s fine, he thinks to himself as he gets out of bed to get ready for the day. He can manage.
Breakfast is loud and bright, maybe a little too loud and too bright. Or, Keith thinks, maybe he underestimated how he’s really feeling. He can make out each sound: forks clinking against plates, Lance choking on food goo while laughing at something Hunk says, Shiro’s quiet sighs. Each sound grates against his ears, and pair that with blinding lights that feel like miniature suns boiling his blood, and he can feel himself growing frustrated as the headache from this morning strengthens in intensity.
Everything is suddenly too much, and Keith politely excuses himself, leaving his untouched food as he books it to the training deck.
omg can I please ask for a scenario of law and his female s/o having their first real huge fight? like he may say something hurtful and she’s just like… no longer smiling and usually really silent. no longer sleeping by his side. small stuff changes and it makes a huge difference. could it please have a fluffy ending? thank you very much!
A/N: So, turns out I wrote a hella lot and this is with 3k words my longest scenario… I hope you enjoy this, thank you for requesting!! (fluffy law anon this is for you too! Enjoy my dear!) 🌺
Law & his s/o fight + fluffy ending
It wasn’t the first time you felt uncomfortable on the submarine, but it definitely was the first time you had felt lonely. Negative thoughts kept scratching against the back of your mind, making you feel worse by the second. You couldn’t even go and tell someone about your worries, because the reason of your worries, the person who had broken your very heart was the captain of the submarine. But, of course, he was even worse; he was your boyfriend. Or at least he used to be, you’re weren’t so sure anymore.
You stare at the bowl of soup in front of you, barely registering what was going on around you. It was like a blur, figures kept walking, voices kept echoing but your thoughts? They stayed the same.
Again and again his words were ringing through your head, making fresh tears burn in your vision. You really couldn’t believe it, all this time you thought he was the one who wanted you to be a part of the crew, but after your fight? You sigh.
You remind yourself of a while ago; you sitting on a bench back at home, far far away from the sea when Law had asked you.
“Are you crazy?”, you had said, laughing without any humour in it. “I can’t join you, don’t be ridiculous.” You stood up, ready to leave him and this conversation, go back to home, when a hand on yours stopped you.
“What’s holding you back?”, he had asked. “Tell me. I promise you, I will give you a better reason. ”
“It’s me.” You turned around and stared at the man with dark hair in front of you. His eyes had something in them, something that lulled you deeper into him, no matter how hard you tried not to. “I am not made for the life as a pirate, Law. I will only be a burden for your crew, honestly- it’s a stupid idea.”
“A burden? You?”, he frowned, as if he was the one to be insulted. “You’re already a part of us, Y/N. I saw the way you acted with the others, they already love you. You can’t deny it.”
You gulped. “And you? What about you?”
He let go of your hand. “My feelings for you are…”, he had stared at the ground, but you still caught a glimpse of his eyes, how they seemed to be getting darker. But you might have only imagined that. “I will tell you another time.”
So you had joined his crew, without any experience in fighting, any knowledge of the sea- just a heart throbbing at the sight of your captain. It was careless of you, it was even careless of Law to do something as dumb as that, but he still believed in you. He thought you would be able to handle it, he was sure you could handle the life as a pirate.
You really tried your best the first few weeks, but, well, it was harder than expected. You really had no talent in the kitchen, cutting your fingers way more than the vegetables in front of you. You also had no talent at navigation. You tried it once and Bepo was very willing to help you, but you really just couldn’t. You had no idea what to do and every time the bear tried to teach you, it would become a mess in your head and everything seemed to break.
Night after Night your feet would drag you towards Law’s room, where he listened patiently to your complaints about yourself. Every night he would tell you the same.“Don’t worry too much.” or “You’ll find something, I’m sure.” or, your favorite: “Some things take time, Y/N. I still believe in you.” You would think it would get boring and unbelievable after some time, but it wasn’t like that. Law knew how to make you feel better, he knew how to make you smile again. He wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him. Or at least, he used to.
The sound of your chair scratching against the floor cut through the small dining room. A few heads turned towards you, but nothing else happened. You figured, staring at your food would not make you any more hungry and just sitting would not get you anything. It would only take a seat for someone else, the last thing you wanted.
You walk out the room, when you see Penguin stop in front of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
You tried to smile, you really did, but you knew it looked fake. “I’m perfect, no need to worry.” You tried to sound as happy as possible, but you sounded horrible. Hoarse voice, barely loud enough to listen to and just all in all, devastated.
“Are you sure?” You nodded and walked around him, not wanting to stay in this situation any longer. I might have been rude, but you really had no mind for that. You could hear him mumble something behind you, something along the lines of: “Well, alright then. ”
As soon as you left the others, your gaze shifted towards the clock a few metres away from you.
The ticking made you feel nauseous. It was mocking you, you were sure of it. The ticking, the damn ticking, the same sounds you had heard in Law’s room a week ago.
It was before everything went downhill, it was before you found out the truth about how he really felt.
You walk towards your room, and open the familiar door, that lead you to an unfamiliar room. After the fight of you both, you had decided to stay in your own room. The nights, where you shared his bed, shared your secrets and shared your heart were over.
You huffed. He didn’t even check on you after you had left his room, not even a day after, not even two days, hell, not even a week after!
You didn’t see him once this week and even though it hurt, you knew it would hurt more if you saw him.
The mirror caught your reflection as you walked towards your bed. You glanced at it but regretted it as soon as your eyes landed on it. Dark circles were seated under your eyes, which were red and puffy- a sight, that made you laugh humorless. With those dark circles you almost looked like him.
You let yourself fall down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence. Minutes pass and soon, your mind wandered back to a week ago.
“So you broke it?”, he had asked you, after you had told him about your disappointing day yet again. It was embarrassing for you to tell him, but now that he asked you another time, it was even worse.
“Well… kind of.”, you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
You were seated on a chair a feet away from him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. His gaze was on some papers, but you still felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.
“What do you mean with ‘kind of’? Is it broken, yes or no?”, he had asked with an annoyed undertone, making you look up to him. That was unfamiliar.
Normally, he would grin at it, maybe tease you a bit, but he never reacted to you like this. You could feel yourself become hurt, but mostly, you felt angry. You did not WANT the thing to break.
“It’s not working anymore, so yeah, it is broken. ”, you frowned. The both of you were talking about some medicine thing Law had in his room. Earlier you had decided to help one of your crewmates tidy up a bit of Law’s utensils, but of course, you broke one as soon as you touched it.
“Nice job, Y/N. You could have been at least a bit careful. ”, he closed his eyes and shook his head, obviously irritated by your actions. “You don’t even know how important that was.”
You stared at him for a few seconds, speechless. Was he being really serious right now?
“Do you think I wanted that to happen? It was an accident, Law.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, but you have a hundred of those things.”
“No, I don’t, Y/N.”, he said angrily. He glanced at you once and let out a long breath.
You grabbed the chair tightly, “What the hell is your problem, Law?”
He turned around in his chair, mustering you for a second and sighed. Nothing else happened, but you felt like that was already enough.
“So I’m your problem? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“I never said that, Y/N.”
You took a deep breath, you had to calm down. It was kind of your fault after all, right? You broke the thing. Not him.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”, so you relaxed again and tried your best to keep calm, but it got even worse.
“What are you going to try now? You tried everything already: kitchen, navigation… you even tried to help me. ”, he whispered and scribbled something into one of his books.
“Don’t know, I might ask one of the crew to help me learn fighting. Might be a smart decision…”, you played with your own fingers again.
He huffed. “As if.”
“As if that will work.”, he stared at you for a quick second. “You can’t fight. It will take ages.” Then, he whispered something to himself, something he probably didn’t want you to hear, but you still managed to get every word, loud and clear:
“You can’t do anything right, anyways.”
You were furious, insulted and hurt. “What the hell, Law!”
You stood up from your chair, not able to hold it back any longer.
“You were the one who wanted me to be a part of your crew! You were the one, who said all this stuff about me fitting into the crew! It was you, Law, do you remember?”, you yelled. You didn’t knew what had come to him, you didn’t knew what was going on and especially, you didn’t knew how to handle the situation. “Law, I don’t know what your problem really is, but either say it now or stop acting like a jerk!”
He turned around in his chair, glaring at you. “Just stop it, Y/N.”
“No, I won’t stop. Tell me, why did you want me to be a part of your crew, if I’m so useless?”
Tears were forming in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them show. It would make everything worse, you were sure.
“I wanted you to be a part of the crew, because that’s where I thought you belongedd. And I still do, it’s just a bit-.”
“A bit what?”, you yelled again, voice louder than before. You were sure the whole crew could heard the two of you, but you couldn’t care less. “Tell me.”
“Are you serious? Nevermind, Y/N?” You sighed and pushed a hand though your hair, still staring at your boyfriend with wet eyes. “Do you regret asking me to join your crew?” This time, your voice was almost silent.
He huffed. “Just stop it now.”
He stared at you for a long second, then he turned around and took the book back in his hand.
“So, you do?”
Fresh tears flow down your cheeks at the memory. You still remember how you had felt in that moment. You never knew that sentence, one simple sentence could break your heart into many, many pieces.
You turn around in your bed and stare at the blank wall. Your normally comfortable bed felt like a bed made of ice cold bricks now, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care at all. Soon, everything went quiet. You figured, it must have been late, but you still didn’t move an inch, you don’t think you could, even if you wanted.
You felt stupid. Look at you now, laying somewhere crying, god knows where, under the the sea, without anyone to talk to. You weren’t welcome anymore, you felt it.
Again and again his answer echoed through your mind.
“With this drama right now, you won’t like my answer.”
You grab your blanket and hide underneath it, wishing to be invisible for the rest of your life.
Where would you go? What would you do? And something you had asked yourself everyday after the fight: Will you sneak out as soon as you go on land? Will you go back home?
You dry your tears with your blanket, still hiding underneath it.
Suddenly, a knock on your door cuts through the room, startling you. For a second, you get scared, but then you just decided to act like you are asleep. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, no matter who it was.
Seconds pass, the knocking came another time, but again, you stayed quiet.
Then, you hear the door open slowly and quiet footsteps echo through your room.You freeze, you know who this was. It was just the feeling, it was the feeling of him and you were right, it really was your Captain.
“Y/N?”, he asks quietly. Law stood in the middle of your room and stared at your hiding figure underneath the blanket. “Are you awake?”
You don’t even care how you must look like. You would leave him and the crew anyways, so why bother? You tried your best to look like you were asleep, you even tried to breath evenly.
Law walks closer to your figure and for a second, you think he will put the blanket down and expose your tears covered face, but he didn’t. He simply sat down at the end of your bed, careful not to touch you.
“Y/N, listen, ”
You grimace. You were asleep, why didn’t he just leave? You were not interested in talking to him, you sure as hell were not interested in getting your heart broken another time.
“I’m sorry, that I only come now. I should have come earlier, I should have stopped you as soon as you walked out, but I didn’t. I regret my behavior Y/N. I know, nothing can excuse this, but I want you to know; I am sorry.”
You couldn’t believe your ears, after everything he had said last week… he still had the guts to lie at you?
“Everything I said was not true, you can do a lot of things, Y/N, believe me. I don’t know why I said that.”
Unbelievable. You did not believe a word. He probably wasn’t even affected by the fight anyways. He probably still looks the same as always, still hands-. You cursed in your head. You need to stop, you need to get a grip on yourself.
“I take my answer back, I do not regret asking you to join the crew. It was one of the best decisions for all of us. You bring happiness to all of our crew, you make us keep going, you make me keep going, when I don’t want to.”
His voice was weak, as if he had trouble getting them out and honestly, you could feel your heart ache. Was he telling the truth? You didn’t know anymore. You stay hidden underneath the blanket and don’t make a sound.
“Y/N, please forgive me.”
You bite your lip, heart aching even more. He sounded heartbroken, or at least as heartbroken, as Law could get. You knew it was a huge step for him to say those things, he never had his way with words and was the more silent one of you two. Confused, you were confused.
You could hear him sigh. “I know you’re not asleep.”
You froze again. Suddenly, everything felt tense. Slowly, you pulled the blanket down and sat up, staring into the face of the man, that had broken your heart seven days ago. He had, as expected, dark circles and to your very surprise, a faint color of red was swimming in his eyes, something no one else really could notice, but not you. You had stared too many nights into these very eyes, you knew them like the back of your hand.
“You hurt me.”, was the first thing you said, voice trembling. “You really did, Law.”
He nodded and glanced at the blanket. “I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Ever so slowly, he took your hand into his, squeezing them lightly. His hands were ice cold while yours were warm, it was the complete difference, but for some reason it fit perfectly. This was how it was supposed to be.
“Did you really mean what you just said? With me… making you guys happy?”, you knew you sounded pathetic, needing to hear him say those things another time. But you couldn’t help it, you had to, you just had to.
“I promise you, it’s the truth. You don’t even know how much you affect us, you might not be very good in certain things, like the kitchen… or cleaning…. or-”
“Okay, I got it.”
“I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to be good at them, because you being with us is already enough. Being with me, putting up with me is more than enough.” He was out of character, out of the character of Trafalgar Law the pirate but he was your Law, he was your very Law, the moody, silent, nerdy and negative Law. The man you had fallen in love with. “And I…”
He had visible troubles saying the next thing, suddenly scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I… loveyou.”, he mumbled fast.
You smile and squeeze his hand in delight. “And I love you, Law. I’m sorry for fucking up all the time.”
He shakes his head and grabs your head, pushing you towards him in a heartbeat. You find yourself in his chest, inhaling his scent and you can feel your heart gluing back together. He kissed the top of your head not once, not twice, three times. The both of you stay in this position for a while, just enjoying the missed company, when you hear voices muffled through the wall.
“Is everything okay now?” - “I don’t know, they’re not talking anymore!” - “Shhh, be quiet!” - “I don’t want them to fight anymore!!” - “Bepo, stop crying!” - “Thwey cwan’t bweak up!” - “Shhh! Stop it or else- oh, oh my god, where is this blue light coming from?! Bepo this is your fault!!” And then the wailing intensifies.
Wassup to anyone reading this! This is my first g/t story, so I hope everyone enjoys! Also, thanks to @tinypancakes and @arc852 for being my inspiration to write these stories!
The green haired Irishman sighed sadly as he looked over the treetops. Being a giant in a world of humans was not easy. He had to keep hidden from everyone. So far, all humans that he knew of would turn him in and get him either killed or experimented on. That’s what happened to the rest of the giants. They never meant any harm, but the humans took one look at them and deemed them evil and vile creatures that needed to be gone. The few living giants that weren’t in the wild like Jack were in a form of captivity and being experimented on. Humans wanted to know more about their kind, and they chose a vile way to do so. Jack was probably the last giant left in the wild, but nobody needed to know that.
He had a couple of close calls, he was a nervous wreck during and after them. He should thank his hair for his survival though. Flying aircraft have thought he was just another tree top, and if he laid down he could pass as a rather large bush to people on the ground. His green hair was at first just cause he could, he never knew that it would actually save his life in the future. For once, he could thank his childish nature for saving his life so far. But, he was also surprised that it didn’t get him caught either. He was loud and clumsy when he tried to move. But then again, maybe humans nearby just blew it off as sudden earthquakes? That is something that he’ll never know.
Jack was thankful that he was safe and alive right now, but something was missing. Every night, as he fell asleep, he missed the presence of someone, anyone, by him. Having someone with you just seemed to produce a strange comfort. He just wanted someone with him, someone that cared about him. He never slept well on a normal day, the fact that the rest of kind is in captivity or dead doesn’t help at all. He always dreaded for when the sun set. Yeah, it meant he survived another day. But it also meant that he was about to enter a dream world filled with an amplified fear and danger of his situation. He looked at the sky to see the beautiful reds and yellows telling him to prepare for another dreaded sleep.
But, as suddenly as these thoughts came, a small rustling could be heard nearby. Jack froze. The animals were all afraid to come in this area because of him. That meant that there was a human nearby. And Jack could tell he couldn’t get down to the ground in time. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable yelling and the pain of being shot. Yes, he was much larger than a human, but he was too kind of a soul to bring himself to harm someone. The seconds dragged into minutes and felt like hours. Suddenly, a noise that Jack was least expecting came from what, or who, ever was in front of him. A small gasp of amazement.
Jack risked opening an eye to see what was in front of him. They opened wide with shock as he took in what was before him. He was right, it was a human, a male one at that. But nothing about him said danger. The small human seemed to be an adult around his own age with raven black hair. His red flannel was very appealing to look at. The human looked up at Jack with wide brown eyes. “I- I can’t believe it,” the human breathed. Jack’s eyes softened as he heard the voice, ‘awwwing’ internally at how he sounded to him. Jack gave a small smile. This human seemed to have no ill intentions against giants. It took him all he could to not just scoop up the human into a hug. The human took another tentative step forwards. Jack stayed perfectly still as he did so. Partially because he didn’t want to scare him, but he also didn’t want the hopefully friendly human to go alert everyone of a giant. “Giants still exist? That’s so cool!”
Jack finally decided to speak up. “Y-yeah. We still exist. But I think I’m the last one.” Welp, he screwed up. He looked away from the human to see the sunset was completely gone and stars were beginning to be visible. He stared at the stars longing for his kind to not be dead. But that was impossible. A small fluttering touch on his hand brought him back. He looked down to see a nervous looking human with his hand on his own. Jack let out a small chuckle getting the human to look at him. The human gave him a smile before yawning. His cheeks became slightly red as Jack could no longer hold back his ‘awwwws’. At that moment, Jack realized that this human truly didn’t want to hurt him. He reached his hand around and paused. The small human looked at him quizzically. The Irishman took a deep breath. “Can I- can I pick you up?” He asked with hesitation. The black haired man froze and stared at Jack.
Jack bit his lip nervously. He probably just scared the human! That was his last chance to- his thoughts were cut off by a small nod. Jack stared in slight disbelief before shaking it off. He carefully maneuvered his hand around the little dude and grabbed him like he could shatter at any given moment. Once he brought the small life upwards, he flattened his hand to give him a bit more freedom. The feeling was so weird! Knowing that the little weight in your hand was another life just like your own, it was mind-boggling. The little guy suddenly yawned again, making Jack try to suppress a yawn, so he doesn’t scare the human. “Tired little guy?” All he got was a small nod before he curled up in his palm. Jack chuckled before laying on his back. He carefully deposited the human onto his chest. He wobbled around before getting comfortable again.
Jack closed his eyes about to sleep until a small voice broke him out of his almost sleep state. “I’m Mark, if you wanted to know.” Jack smiled before closing his eyes and laying his head back down. “Jack.” He felt the human shift. “Jack. I like that name!” Jack chuckled. A couple minutes later, Jack could hear some faint snores. He smiled to himself. He finally had a friend. He drifted to sleep.