#I just got it like two days ago and I'm in love

[rowarn]

hybrid au part 3 - FINAL

other parts: one | two

cw: major character death, angst, happy ending tho, lack of communication, loving!kyle agenda, mentions of price finally

a/n: SO THAT'S IT. i hope it was worth the wait!!!! mwah!!!

Kyle noticed the way your light dimmed the following days. He was at a loss, one day you're bouncing off the walls and filling every room with the sweet sound of your purrs and the next it's cold and quiet. 

He tried everything, bringing home fragrant, expensive food and snacks, toys, whatever he could find that he thought would make you smile again. But nothing seemed to work. 

When you spend the entire day curled up on the couch, blankly watching TV, he decided he had enough. 

The following day, he was hooking your collar around your neck and forcing you to go outside into the sunshine. 

Your eyes burned as you stepped out beneath the sun's blazing beams. Days spent indoors, sleeping most of the daytime hours away, had accustomed you to darkness. It was hot and you already wanted to go back inside but one pitiful look towards Kyle told you that you were not getting out of this easily.

So you hang your head and allow him to lead you down the sidewalk. The military housing area was surprisingly quiet, the only sound was a lawnmower somewhere nearby. 

Kyle was silent, content with keeping his hand on the small of your back, a kind, protective gesture to assure you that he was still there as you glared at the sidewalk. 

Before you knew it, the quietness of the neighborhood grew louder and louder until you were walking through the gate of the hybrid-park. 

You looked around, watching all the happy hybrids and owners running around and playing lighthearted rounds of soccer or football. Casting a glance to Kyle, he gives you a crooked, boyish smile. 

“What do you wanna do?” he asks, glancing around, “We can take a lap around the park if you'd like?” 

You shake your head, “Can we just sit?” 

“Sure, sweetheart,” he coos, nudging you in the direction of an empty bench. 

You both take a seat, and look out across the park. While the nights still got quite chilly, it was beautiful during the day - a soothing breeze that rustled the green leaves in the trees and clear blue skies that you could look at for hours. 

You hated to admit it but - Kyle was right. You were starting to feel better, like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders. Being cooped up in the house didn’t help anything, in fact it probably made things worse.

A hand patted your head and you looked over to see Kyle beaming, as if he could see the tension just melt off of you. 

“I'm going to get us something to drink,” he muttered as he stood up, “Lemonade okay with you?” 

You nod your head, fluffy ears bouncing atop your head as you do. Kyle has to resist the urge to reach out and pet them, forcing himself to turn around and find a drink stand to get the lemonade from.

You're staring off at a dog hybrid and a young boy playing a heated game of soccer when you hear your name being called. 

Your head whips around to see Johnny standing there, tail wagging and eyes wide in shock. It's obvious he ran all the way over to where you are from the way his shoulders heave up and down with his heavy panting. 

“I-” he clears his throat, thinking over what he wanted to say, “I've missed ye.” 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, making the blood rush in your ears, “Johnny…”

“Come home,” he says, desperate and breathless, “I miss ye and I want ye to come back.” 

“Simon doesn't want me, Johnny…” you mutter, feeling shame burn at your cheeks as you look down at your hands - nails neatly filed down by Kyle just a few days ago. 

“To hell with him!” he spits, “I want you back, isn't that enough?” 

Your frown deepens. His selfishness ignites irritation within you, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. 

“Why?” you ask, voice breaking as the word slips past your lips, “Why should I have to live like that? Being hated while you get to be loved?” Johnny says your name but you cut him off before he can say anything else, “That's not fair, Johnny. I have Kyle now and he loves me! I'm happy with him.”

“Can't ye be happy with me too?” he asks, sad, teary eyes cutting right through your heart. 

“Of course I could Johnny but…” before you can continue there's a sharp call of the pup’s name and both of you freeze. 

Johnny looks over his shoulder to see Simon jogging up behind him, a fierce glare in his brown eyes. A rough, gloved hand grabs the back of the hybrid’s collar. 

“What the hell do you think you're doin’ runnin’ off like that?” Simon snaps, anger masking the clear worry he had experienced at his missing companion. 

“I was just…” Johnny’s eyes drift to you and that's when Simon acknowledges your existence. 

The sneer on his face is clear even through the mask and it makes you shrink in on yourself, ears flattened back. Even after all this time, the sting of his rejection remains strong and hurts just the same. 

“What’s a gutter rat like you doin’ here?” Simon snaps. 

It annoys him that you're always at the source of his problems with Johnny. Whenever the pup misbehaves, you're always there. A bad influence. Typical cat. 

You look at Johnny. He doesn’t meet your gaze, instead staring up at his owner with an apologetic expression. You want him to speak up. You want him to defend you, to tell Simon to be nice or to apologize or tell him what you mean to him. 

But Johnny just sighs, “Sorry, Si.” 

The lack of defense towards you in the face of Simon solidifies everything for you in that moment. You look down at your lap, the crack in your heart only aching and stinging more and more with every beat of silence that passes between the three of you. 

Something ice cold touches the back of your neck and you yelp, launching yourself off the bench and onto the ground. Laughter fills your ears and you turn to glare at Kyle who holds a large plastic cup of lemonade - the cold thing he’d just surprised you with. 

“Sorry, love!” he apologizes but the laughter shows he's anything but. 

Soap speaks up then, asking if Kyle knows you. Your owner’s brown eyes shine with pride as he affectionately ruffles your hair.

“Found them on the street and brought them home!” Kyle tells them, sounding much like a proud father, “Best decision of my life!”

Your cheeks burn at his praise, his kind, loving words remedy the painful stinging in your heart that had been brought on by your previous owner. You take the cup of lemonade when he offers it to you, taking a sip and cringing at the sour taste that hits your tongue – much to Kyle’s amusement.

“You guys are welcome to come over anytime,” Kyle says, smiling as he affectionately pets your ears, “I’m sure this cute kitten would love to have a friend to hang out with.”

“Yeah…maybe,” Simon mumbles, sending you a sidelong glance that was cold and empty – telling you everything you needed to know without saying it. Absolutely not.

You find that you don’t mind that much. The idea of never seeing Simon or his painfully hateful gaze was nice. But when you looked at Johnny, who was staring at you in despair – you find yourself mumbling in response, “Maybe someday.”

The hope in Johnny’s eyes seers into your mind, even long after you’ve parted ways and gone home for the day. 

The days pass in relative ease. The depressive rut you found yourself in melts away and Kyle is thrilled to see that you’ve returned to your bright, bubbly self. You greet him at the door when he walks in, sit and purr beside him while you both eat dinner together, curl up against his side and happily snooze the night away. 

It’s peaceful bliss.

But one evening, Kyle returns home and tosses his heavy duffle bag onto the floor with a thunk. You get up to greet him, stretching your arms high above your head before padding over to him with a sleepy smile on your face. Kyle opens his arms for you, letting you tuck yourself into his chest for a hug. A loud purr emanates from your chest that only seems to make Kyle’s shoulders drop.

“What’s the matter?” you ask when you catch a look at his face when he pulls away; brows furrowed and lips in a tight line.

“Just got some sad news, that’s all, lovie,” he mutters, patting your head before he moves into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

“What news?” you ask, following after him, tail swishing nervously behind you. 

Did his parents pass away? Did a friend get hurt?

Kyle sets out some vegetables on the counter, hunting around for a knife before sighing, “You remember Simon and Johnny? We met them at the park the other day?”

You nod your head, “Of course.”

“There was an accident a couple days ago,” Kyle explains, slowly chopping up the celery on the cutting board, “Johnny got hit. He didn’t make it. Simon’s tore up about it.”

It feels like everything freezes right then and there for you. You no longer hear the chopping of the knife, no longer hear Kyle's voice or the sound of traffic outside on the street. All you can hear is the pounding in your ears and the sound of your own breathing.

Images flash behind your eyes in your grief. You can see Johnny’s boyish smile and his boisterous laugh emanating down the hallway. You can see him so clearly, wrapped around you as you snuggle and snooze together as the rain falls outside. You can hear the animated way he would tell you stories, waving his hands around and his tail thumping loudly on the floor.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel a hand cup your cheek. You blink away the tears and Kyle’s face comes into view, worry etched onto it. 

“What is it, lovie? Why are you crying?” he asks, clearly concerned.

“Johnny’s dead?” you ask, voice broken and wobbly as you fight to talk through tears.

“Yeah, love,” Kyle coos, thumbing beneath your eyes to rub away some tears, “Why are you so upset?”

Everything tumbles from your lips then. You tell him about how you lived on the street, how your life changed the day you met a rambunctious pup who wouldn’t take no for an answer until he had himself a friend. You tell Kyle about how, even though Simon was awful to you, Johnny was a light in the dark and how much you adored him and how much he meant to you. You tell him how Simon threw you out like trash and how much it hurt and how much you missed Johnny despite everything. 

Kyle held you through it all, tucking you tenderly against his chest as you cried it all out.

“I had no idea, lovie,” he whispers into your hair, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead when your breathing becomes erratic. 

“I-I never got to settle things with him,” you wail, “He wanted me to come home and I-I couldn’t give him an answer.”

Kyle sighs, cupping the back of your head, rocking you back and forth until your cries quiet down to hiccuping sniffles, “It’ll be alright, sweetheart. Everything will be okay.”

Truthfully, he doesn’t know what else to say. He doesn't know how he can make this hurt go away or help you soothe the grief you’re experiencing. All he can do is hold you close and comfort you whenever you need.

This time, when Kyle notices how sad you are as the days pass, he doesn’t force you to leave the house or do anything. He just lets your sadness run its course, doing what he can to ease your burden by making your favorite dishes and letting you watch your favorite movies over and over again until he can practically recite them by heart.

There’s a knock at the door that startles the both of you one evening. Kyle’s on his feet in seconds, hand drifting towards the firearm he keeps nearby before he looks through the peephole on the door and relaxes. 

You peek over the back of the couch as he opens the door. Simon stands there. 

Although he is masked, you can practically see how worn down and utterly devastated he is. 

“What’s up?” Kyle asks, hand twitching to reach out for the older man but thinks better of it. “Do you need something?”

“I wanna talk to that one,” Simon nods in your direction, where you’re still peeking over the couch. 

Kyle turns to look at you over his shoulder, asking your consent. You think it over for a few seconds before you nod your head. Not like Simon would do anything with Kyle here. 

He steps aside to let the larger man enter and closes the door, giving an excuse about getting drinks before disappearing into the kitchen.

Simon’s heavy boots vibrate the floor as he takes a few large steps towards you. You scoot to the other side of the couch when he sits down, the couch bouncing with his added weight.

His hands are folded between his knees where he rests his elbows on them. His tattooed skin ripples and flexes as he nervously fidgets with his hands. 

“Johnny wanted you to come home,” he starts out, staring intently at the floor. You swear you can see tears beading at his lower lash line as he says his companions name, “So I’m here to see if you will.”

“You want me back?” you ask softly, anxiously pulling a pillow into your lap.

Simon nods, “It’s what Johnny wanted. He cared about you, loved you. You’re all I have left of him.”

You’re silent at that. 

Despite everything, your heart aches for Simon. He adored Johnny more than anything – even if he hated you, his love for the pup was palpable. You could see it in his face every time he saw Johnny, eyes scrunching up happily. Johnny was his world and now that world was gone and Simon was left with nothing but bitter emptiness and a void that he was desperate to fill. 

You found yourself opening your mouth, ready to agree – ready to be the one to soothe your ex-owners devastating hurt. But then you found yourself looking into the kitchen, to Kyle’s back. He was hunched over the counter, vigorously mixing something in a bowl and you realized that you didn’t want to leave him. 

Kyle was yours. Kyle was everything you could ever need or want. He wanted and loved you when you thought no one else would. He didn’t give up on you even when you were difficult and cold. He cared about you, thought about you every day. He gave you everything you wished for so desperately during your time living with Simon. 

“I can’t,” you find yourself whispering, tears filling your eyes at how much it hurt to turn Simon away, “I know Johnny would want me to be with you, to make sure you’re okay without him but…I love Kyle and I want to stay with him.”

“So that’s it then?” Simon asks, voice small and weaker than you’ve ever heard it before. You know there’s a crushing weight on his heart right now, knowing he will be going home alone to a painfully empty and cold house. 

“Yeah…” You whisper, unable to look up at him as he rises to his feet. 

Kyle comes out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl in his hands, asking Simon if he was okay as he passes by him to the front door. The larger man just grunts in response and opens the door. The quiet click of it closing is all you hear of his departure before the warm bowl is in your lap. 

It’s a bowl of broth that makes your mouth water. The fact Kyle had made it for your just because warmed your heart.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, sitting down next to you, arm tossed over the couch behind you, fingers mindlessly stroking over the fuzzy surface of your ear.

“He wanted me to go home with him,” you respond, taking a sip of the broth.

“You said no?” he asks. You catch the worry in his tone – like he was scared you were going to tell him you were leaving him soon.

But you nod and his body relaxes in relief, “He only wanted me back because I reminded him of Johnny. He didn’t really want me, just the image of Johnny.”

Kyle nods, leaning over to kiss your temple, “That man loved that pup. But I’m glad you’re here to stay.”

You look over at him from over the bowl of broth as you sip it, “Yeah?”

“I would have let you go if that’s what you really wanted but…” He looks a little sheepish as he continues, “It would have hurt to see you go, kitty. I meant it when I said adopting you was the best decision of my life.”

You place the bowl down on the coffee table before launching yourself into his arms. He grunts as your weight slams against him, knocking him back onto the couch as he laughs. His arms wrap around you in a bear hug, squeezing you so hard that your ribs ache but you don’t even think about trying to pull away.

Though you don’t say it, he knows that you’re his to keep and that you love him just as much as he loves you. He couldn’t imagine life without you now. 

BONUS: 

“I think my boss is gettin’ impatient to meet you, you know,” he mumbles in your shoulder.

“Your boss?” you ask, voice almost too quiet to hear over your loud purring.

“Yeah, the old man’s been dyin’ to meet the cute kitten I talk about all the time at work,” he explains.

“You talk about me?” you ask, peeking up shyly.

He grins, “All the time. I think everyone’s sick of my voice at this point. But the Captain's really been begging to come and meet you. I’ve been waiting for a good time to bring it up. He’s a bit of a lover so you’d have to put up with all the pets and hugs he has to offer.”

Your eyes shine in interest, “I want to meet him!”

Kyle chuckles, reaching up to pet one of your twitching ears, “I’ll make the call then and set up dinner.”

You were excited to meet a new person. You hoped he was as kind and gentle as Kyle was. And even though the idea of Simon sitting alone and hurt in his house with nothing but the memories of his best friend, you weren’t going to let that stop you from opening up new chapters in your own life. 

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[ryeriy]

slipping through my fingers | lewis hamilton

-> summary: Lewis is watching is daughter slip away through his fingers

-> pairings: dad!lewis hamilton x mom!reader

-> a/n: this was a really cute idea in my head but I hope it turns out okay 😭

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15 years ago, January 29th

It was just a few hours ago that little Savanna was born into this world. She had already been adored by both of her parents that loved her so much in these first few hours.

"She's quite cute isn't she?" Lewis said while looking down at the baby girl in his arms. Savanna was swaddled in blankets and being held by her father. Y/n looked over at Lewis as he held their newborn daughter. Even though y/n was very tired, she couldn't help but to slightly smile.

"Probably gets that from me." Y/n let out a soft laugh. Lewis laughed too.

"I couldn't agree more with that one," Lewis smiled at the baby in his arms that's his.

He couldn't believe that something this perfect and tiny was his. He has a child now and if felt so unreal to him still. It felt like to him it was only yesterday she was showing him the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, now he was holding his baby girl in his hands.

"I wish I could just freeze this moment and treasure it, it's so peaceful."

"Me too..." y/n agreed.

Y/n looked over at Lewis holding their daughter smiling at the sigh of it. They're finally a family after nine whole months of waiting. Their lives couldn't have been any better.

10 years ago, September 1st

"Okay, do you have everything you need Savanna?" Y/n asks as she grabs her daughter's Hello Kitty backpack, putting it onto her back.

The five-year-old nods her head and looks up at her mom. "Yes, mommy, you asked me that before we left the house too!" Savanna giggled in response. "I know, I'm just making sure!" Y/n smiled at her daughter and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Lewis was standing next to y/n looking at Savanna and smiling at her. He leaned down to kiss her head and ran a hand through her hair. Savanna clung to Lewis hugging him.

"Okay fine...just one more picture though!" Y/n let out a soft laugh opening her camera.

"Mommy! I've got to go!" Savanna giggled again putting a smile on her face. She pulled away from Lewis standing in front of both of her parents.

"Just one more hug?" Y/n asked looking at Savanna getting down to her level to hug. Savanna ran up into her mother's arms embracing her mom. Y/n kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Okay, okay! Just have fun and we'll pick you up after school?"

"We can even go for ice cream later!" Lewis exclaimed as he kneeled in front of Savanna. Both of them were smiling ear to ear pulling her into a tight hug.

"Yay!" Savanna exclaimed wrapping her arms around Lewis' neck.

Savanna pulled away one last time and looked around seeing other kids laughing and playing. She looked eager to go meet new kids and looked back up at her parents. Lewis and Y/n were standing next to each other. Lewis had his arm wrapped around y/n as they both had their eyes on Savanna. "Go, go have fun!" Lewis said to her and y/n smiled.

Savanna smiled at them and ran off to the entrance of the school where the other kids were. She turned around looking back at her parents, waving to them. "Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy!" She smiled and ran up to a group of kids.

Lewis and Y/n waved back and softly smiled at Savanna. They couldn't believe that she was growing up so fast. It was their daughter's first day of school and she wasn't looking back and rethinking.

8 years ago, July 25th

"You'll do great, sweetheart," Lewis hugged Savanna.

Today was Savanna's first big gymnastics competition. She's had competition before but nothing this big. There were so many other girls her age competing. It was quite intimidating, especially for a seven-year-old girl. Lewis and y/n would be there though to support their daughter even if they had to watch her from afar, they were still supporting her.

"You promise?" Savanna looked up into her father's eyes.

"I promise you, me and mom are going to be in the stans cheering you on the entire time, okay?" Lewis comforted her. He gently brushed a strand of curly hair out of her face.

Savanna hugged Lewis and y/n with a wide smile on her face. She took her water bottle and her bag with her and ran off to go with her team. Lewis held onto her hand until she started to turn away from him. Both parents were proud of their daughter and how far she's come along.

Savanna placed fourth overall in her events. Even though she didn't get first place, she still got a medal and a proud smile on her face.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Daddy!" The little girl came rushing up to her parents smiling at them. Savanna barely had her bag on her back and her water bottle hanging her tiny fingers. "Look! Look! I got a medal!"

"Oh, look at that!" Lewis looked at her and hugged her tightly. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You did really good sweetheart."

"We're so proud of you, baby!" Y/n said as she looked at her daughter and smiled.

"Can we get some ice cream now?" Savanna looked up at Lewis and y/n with puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, we can go get ice cream now," y/n laughed softly and kissed her daughter's head.

Savanna smiled widely and let out a giggle. She was so excited to go get ice cream after a well-deserved day full of gymnastics. "Yay!"

Present Day, January 29th

"Happy birthday dear Savanna, Happy birthday to you! Blow out your candles, sweetheart."

Y/n smiled as she took a photo of Savanna, who was sitting in front of her cake with fifteen lighten candles on top of it. Lewis was next to y/n smiling at his daughter as blew out all fifteen of the candles on top.

"God, you're so old now!" Y/n joked as she smiled and looked at Lewis and Savanna.

"It's like yesterday you were in my arms for the first time and your mom was fawning all over you!" Lewis laughed and so did y/n while Savanna cringed.

"You guys are acting like it's a big deal, I'm only fifteen!" Savanna said as she looked at her parents.

Only fifteen.

That was the only thing Lewis could think of. He didn't realize it but his little girl was growing up right in front of him. He remembered thinking back on the day she was first born, when he said to y/n, "I wish I could just freeze this moment and treasure it, it's so peaceful." He wishes he still could.

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[gglitch1dd]

Oh my God! HE'S MOVING!

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Note: Pregnant reader, pregnant hormones, FLUFF

Izuku entered your shared home, taking off his shoes with a sigh. Fifteen minutes ago, you had woken him up asking him if he could get you ice-cream, specifically matcha green tea ice-cream. Why? He wasn't sure but he did know one thing, you were pregnant and if you wanted ice-cream, you were getting ice-cream. He shrugged off his jacket as he went to the kitchen. He scooped up a few generious scoops of ice-cream putting it in a bowl and getting you a spoon, before putting the ice-cream in the freezer.

He moved upstairs navigating through the dark, stifling a yawn. He had only managed to get three hours of sleep when you had asked for ice-cream, but at least he would be allowed a nice late morning with you once it was a more reasonable time of day.

"Babe." He called as he moved upstairs, heading towards your bedroom. "I got the ice-cream." He walked into the bedroom to see you were sitting up with a comforter pillow at your back. You turned to look at him, a plate of chicken wings sitting on your belly as you looked at him with tears in your eyes. You frowned when you saw him, tears falling from your eyes. "What's wrong, my love?" He asked as he walked over to you, putting down the bowl on his side of the bed.

You started crying as you put down the chicken wing you were eating. "I don't want the ice-cream anymore." You said deeply upset by your change in apetite. "I thought I would want it but now that I think about it, I feel sick. So I got chicken wings from the fridge but I didn't want to tell you cause you already left to go get me ice-cream."

Izuku's shoulders sagged as a smile went to his face, he held back a chuckle, knowing that laughing at you would result in him being subjected to sleep in the guest room... again. "Y/N." He moved over to you and opened his arms. "Do you need a hug?"

Despite you putting away the plate of chicken wings, you shook your head as you grabbed the on-standby tissues that were perched at your side of the bed, wiping your fingers and your face a bit

"Are you sure?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You looked at him again. More tears fell from your eyes as you felt a sob come out of you. You nodded your head as you leaned into your husband. He moved to pull you into his embrace. You cried in his arms, cursing the pregnancy hormones and the stupid Midoriya genes that now had you crying like your husband's family was known for.

He rubbed your back as he held you. "There there, it's alright honey." He caressed your head as he held you.

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not mad." He shook his head.

"This is all your fault you now. You got me pregnant, now I won't stop crying."

He chuckled as he nodded his head. "I know, I'm sorry. It is my fault." He assured you. "But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and you look even more radiant carrying our son."

Just as you were about to stop crying, your lips wobbled in a frown as more tears went to your eyes as you remembered the gender reveal you had just two weeks ago. "We're having a boy." You let out as you started crying again.

Izuku smiled as he stayed holding you, allowing you to process your emotions. "We are."

"I'm so happy."

"I'm glad you're happy, my love." He kissed the top of your head. "I'm happy to. Now can I get you a nice damp cloth to wipe your face? Would that make you feel better?"

You nodded your head with a sniff. "I think i want the ice-cream now."

"With the chicken wings?" Your eyes brightened, excited at the disgusting combination. Izuku chuckled. He passed over the ice-cream handing it to you. You smiled happily as you took a spoon of ice-cream, putting it in your mouth with a happy hum.

He shook his head as he moved to head to the bathroom. He wet your cloth, making it warm and damp. He wringed it of water.

"IZUKU!" You shouted.

At your tone of voice, in a flash of light he was at your side. "What's wrong?" He asked with a worried expression.

You paused as if you were waiting for something to happen. You gasped as you looked back up at him. "There it was again!"

"There was what!?" He asked. He looked around the room. "Do you hear something? Are the bunnies awake?"

"No, Zuzu." You put away the ice-cream next to your chicken wings before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer so that he could sit at the end of the bed. You moved his hand to rest on top of your silk maternity night gown as you waited for it to happen again. "I..." you started of softly. "I'm not sure but... I think-"

You stopped talking as you both looked down at your stomach. Right where you had put your husband's hand you saw a slight shift before a kick went to his fingers. Then nothing.

You looked at Izuku and he looked back at you with wide green eyes.

You looked back down at your stomach. You poked your tummy again.

Nothing.

Another shift happened.

"Oh my God..." You let out softly. "Izuku... Izuku, he's moving." You let out in disbelief. "OH MY GOD! HE'S MOVING!" You shouted in excitement. "I've been waiting for him to move."

Your husband was speechless as he moved closer to your stomach, shifting to move his entire palm over your stomach. He put his head on top of your stomach, almost as if he wanted to hear something. Then he felt another shift.

This was real. The little baby inside you was real and he was finally big enough to make his presence known. The wonder of a woman's body was a mystery to Izuku, but to be able to make this? Well that's something he couldn't help but praise for the rest of his life.

A chuckle of disbelief came out of your husband as he laughed. Tears went to his eyes. He nodded his head affirming your words. "He's moving."

"HE'S MOVING!" You laughed as tears left your own eyes.

-Glitch1d

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[star-anise]

So, Easy Beauty by Chloé Cooper-Jones is not by any means a straightforward tale of the specific traumas and experiences of being a disabled woman. In many ways, it's an examination of how holding onto those traumas too tightly can keep you not just from positive chances for connection and experience, but understanding when your choices and behaviours are hurting other people.

But. It does talk about the trauma. And specifically, this splinter I've spent months now slowly drawing out of my soul, because this never happened to me except for the version of it that did happen to me. In her case, it was a conversation with a friend in high school:

I approached him in the library of our school. He was studying for a geometry test. He saw me, closed his notebook, and smiled. “I feel like,” he said, teasing me, “there might be something you want to talk to me about.” I told him yes, there was, and I said that I wanted to go to the homecoming dance with him and would he take me. “Of course,” he said. Relief flooded through me so quickly it turned my stomach. “But,” he continued, “there’s something very important I need to talk to you about first.” He proceeded to tell me that our female friends had been pressuring him for weeks to ask me to the dance, not wanting me to feel left out. “They love you,” he said, “but they pity you and their pity won't help you in the world.” I can, to this day, recall the exact even tone in his voice, his smile. He reached across the table and took my hand. “I want to tell you something as your friend,” he said. “I want to protect you. When you ask a man like me on a date, you put us in a bad position.” He was still smiling; I was having a cute delusion and was in need of his loving, if uncomfortable, correction. “It’s just the truth,” Jim said. “No man will want to date you unless he, too, is desperate or ugly.”

What I've felt, since I was very young, was this sense not just that no one would ever love me, but that I was so pitiful, so unlovable, such a complete failure of femininity, that expressing interest in another person was tantamount to forcing them to pity-fuck me. And how could I do something that horrible to them?

Well, at least in the years since then, I've learned that actually people feel no compunction about rejecting me!

I have almost always felt like such a complete failure at femininity, to the point that discussions about the female experience feel hypnotically surreal, because these things never happen to me. Y'all get catcalled and hit on? I'm struggling to dredge up memories of experiencing that firsthand. I grew up with grownups always warning me about men who'd want me for sex but didn't actually love me, and now I'm like... being wanted for sex? What's that like? I have literally ten seconds of experience of my desire for someone else being something that excited and interested them.

This is my own personal neurosis, not a prescription for widespread behaviour. But I've always kind of hated when people talk about slowburn romances and stories with pining as "two idiots in love" because on a visceral level, it doesn't feel stupid to me to believe you're repulsive and nobody will ever want you. It has always felt like the natural and obvious conclusion to enter adulthood with.

Up until two weeks ago I've always been very careful to describe my feelings about my body as part of me being crazy--I hate the way I look, I don't like seeing or hearing recordings of myself, I think I'm not pretty. Because obviously that means I'm actively working to rid myself of those emotions and attitudes! I've got it handled! I've admitted that I have a problem!

And that's because I always had it locked away in my heart that if I tried to make a factual claim about being ugly, people would say "No you're not!" just to make me feel better, and then I would never ever know if anyone who found me attractive really meant it, or if they were just doing it out of pity.

That is crazy. That's holding onto the lesson of that fucking shitbag who found Chloé attractive and fuckable two months fucking later once he got over himself. That's sitting around waiting for someone to come climb up into my unfuckable tower and do all the work of establishing a relationship themselves. That's lesbian sheep behaviour.

It's only just begun to feel possible that I could begin to take steps to seek people out and express interest in them, instead of holding perfectly still and making someone else do all the heavy lifting to get to me, when I haven't even made it known I wanted them to.

But this doesn't get talked about as part of "the female experience". When men talk about women's experiences in the dating market, they absolutely never mean women like me. Why bother with the experiences of women they wouldn't want to fuck anyway? It's not like we're people or some shit like that.

#staranise original #body image tw #ableism tw #feminist discourse #easy beauty #chloé cooper jones

[unformula1]

Lando proposing to you with “bless the broken roads”

bless the broken roads (LN4 x gn!Reader)

lando and you don’t think you’ll find someone. liar. w/c: 1237 masterlist(read more) a/n: I tried my best lol. I'm sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Please correct me if you wanted something else!! TW: one use of y/n

There was a running joke between Lando’s friends. “Lando will never find true love.” 

After years of being single or chasing someone to no avail, Lando’s almost beginning to accept his curse. However, as much as he joked about it, he really wanted someone. He needed someone.

It was a death cycle. Lando would find someone, they’d lead him on, then down bad Lando would take over, then he’d take his chance and fail. Then after all that work, he would be pushed back onto his broken road.

He was beginning to accept that he was really never going to find someone.

But he never gave up. He kept searching.

------

You don’t know how long it was since you felt someone loved you romantically. You missed that feeling. Spending forever just finding someone who would love you back and then getting absolutely no fruit was tiring, it was exhausting.

You know when you finally find someone, you’d give them the world and shower them with all the love you had in you. You constantly tell yourself how there’s one grand plan for you to find the one person you’ve been longing for and all you have to do is wait.

Waiting for years isn’t easy. 

You’re losing hope, walking along a broken road.

------

Lando and you met some time ago, but you two hit it off almost instantly. Both of you were made for each other, the chemistry was through the roof.

Lando never failed to make you laugh. Even on your darkest days Lando was like a beacon of light, a bundle of sunshine. He smiled a lot, which you admired whenever you could.

You never failed to make Lando feel appreciated, which Lando would never admit no matter what, but deep down you knew Lando loved that. You made time for Lando, and you stayed with him come hell or high water.

Life wasn’t easy for you. There were countless nights where you cried in his arms, you cried your eyes out with him, and you felt safe. You felt safe with Lando. There were sleepless nights where everything just got too much and right next to you was Lando, holding your hand, and that was all you needed. You felt safe with Lando. 

Life wasn’t easy for Lando either. Sometimes his busy life got a little too hectic and chaotic, he’d come find you. Lando felt protected by you, although he’d never say. Sometimes people got too far and everything felt like a crumbling mess, he’d come find you. Lando felt protected. He wanted to be next to you, whenever, wherever you were.

Then one day, everything fell together, sort of. Lando asked you to be his “other half”. Long story short, you said yes and kissed him in the sunset.

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It had become a common occurrence for you and Lando to lie down on empty grass fields or the rooftops and look up into the skies, to talk about your lives.

You open the door to the rooftop. Lando doesn’t usually do these a night before the race. A cold blast of wind blows against you as you walk out. Lando is just standing there, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, as he looks out into the city.

You walk over to Lando and slide your hand around his waist and he giggles as you do so.

“I like the sky tonight.” You say and Lando hums an approving ‘hm’.

“I like it too. Starry night.” Lando replies, shifting on the spot slightly.

“You know in the wilderness, people would use stars to guide them.” You say, pointing at some random stars.

Lando hums.

“Especially the North Star, because it lies above Earth’s North. So they used it to guide them.” You smile while saying it.

“Everyone else before you was like a North Star.” Lando speaks.

You turn to Lando, cocking up an eyebrow.

“They guided me to find you.” Lando clears his throat, smiling widely as he looks up into the sky while speaking.

“You’re adorable.” You reply which earns you an honest chuckle from Lando.

You shift closer to Lando and he does so too. Both of you stand next to each other, bodies touching. His warm hands slide out of his pockets and around your shoulder, it makes you feel comfortable despite the cold winds blowing against you.

“I used to dream of days like these.” Lando admits, his voice is soft and just for you to hear, “Never thought they’d come true.”

“I did too.” You chuckle.

“I thought they were lost dreams.” Lando continues, “But yet here you are.”

“Yea…” You take a deep breath, “Here we are… you’re the love of my life.”

Lando shifts even closer to you, pulling you into his embrace. The hug is tight and it lasts for a while, you hear Lando’s soft sobbing which he usually doesn’t do publicly.

“Are you okay?” You ask, voice laced with concern.

Lando takes a deep breath, clearing his throat, “There have been many people I’ve tried to love before you.”

You nod.

“None of them have been as good as you. I never thought I’d meet someone who understood me, but you came.” Lando takes another deep breath, “I honestly never thought there’d be someone for me…”

“Neither did I, honestly.” You chuckle as you place your hands on Lando’s shoulder.

“When I asked you to be the love of my life, I didn’t think you’d say yes.” Lando shuffles his feet and sniffles a little, “But you did and I could not be more grateful.”

You smile at Lando and he smiles a little too.

“My entire life has been like a broken road, filled with pitfalls and traps, loss and despair. All my life I’ve wanted to just be for someone, and now I have.” Lando takes a step back.

“y/n…” 

“Lando…” 

He reaches into his pocket before getting down on one knee. The backdrop of car honking and people chattering suddenly fades into silence and the stars shine brighter than ever. All the lights shine at him and you two are in the spotlight.

“I never want to live without you again. Will you marry me?”

The world around you freezes, all you see is Lando, on one knee, holding a ring in his hand, his eyes filled with tears. 

“Yes.” You say softly.

“YES!” You repeat but louder, and admittedly, more cheerfully.

He slides the ring onto your ring finger and gets up. You take no time to rush into him, your arms swinging around him and pulling him in. 

“I’ll make you the happiest person ever, I promise, all those years of finding love, I’ll give it to you and only you.” Lando says as he lifts you off the ground, planting a kiss on your lips.

It feels like forever on the rooftop before both of you walk back down to Lando’s room, holding each other’s hands.

It was nothing special, just both of you on a silent rooftop. To you, it was everything. Every single attempt to find someone who would love you back, every lost road that both of you set on, every heartbreak you two went through, all culminating in that few seconds.

You loved Lando. Lando loved you.

Both of your broken roads, leading right into each other’s.

Bless the broken roads that let both of you to each other’s arms.

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #not beta read #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando x reader #mclaren #lando norris x reader #f1 fanfiction #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #lando norris x y/n #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 x you #ln4 x y/n #f1 fluff #fluff #ln4 fluff #proposal

[spaceshipkat]

here, have a collection of clegan fic recs!! not every author will be tagged because i'm not aware of their blogs as they aren't linked in the fics' notes/ao3 author profile. if you're an author of one of these fics and you see this post, let me know so i can tag you!

naturally this got long so under a cut it goes!

Touching by FreeLove/smallMar

"Gale wonders, not for the first time, when it was that Bucky started affecting him so. When was the first time his stomach dropped at the sight of Bucky’s smile? When did he start feeling the emptiness of the rack next to his when Bucky is on a late night out? When was the first time he felt his skin tingle under the casual, friendly touch of Bucky’s fingers? He doesn’t have an answer. All he knows is that one day, from his bunk, he looked up at Bucky, silhouetted in the early morning Texan sun, gazing out of a window in their barracks, the light streaming down his naked torso, and the sight took his breath away." January 1943, six months from deployment to Europe. At Kearney Airfield, Nebraska, Gale's feelings for John threaten to break him, until he finds that they're not as unrequited as he thought.

it just published a day or two ago, but goddddd this one!!! absolutely filled with yearning and angst set in a pre-canon setting. can't recommend it enough.

I'll be coming home, wait for me by FreeLove/smallMar

“What got you so riled up with the Brits earlier, Buck?” John asks suddenly, and Gale’s breath hitches. Either the walk has sobered Bucky up, or he was never as intoxicated as he was trying to appear. “You noticed?” Gale shoots back, genuinely surprised. His blood had been boiling, it’s true, but he didn’t think he’d let it on. “Of course I noticed, you’re my best friend. And your fists were so tight you looked ready to punch those guys yourself,” Bucky says easily, and something moves in Gale’s chest, something fond and warm that he instinctively wants to hold close and cherish. “We’re losing our boys up there and that prick acted like we’re not fighting for him, too,” he replies, and though it’s the truth, it’s not the whole truth. “Hm. Somehow it seemed about more than that.” After a night at the pub, something stirs inside Gale that he's unwilling to put a name to. But as time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore.

i've reread this one a frankly embarrassing number of times, but the getting together is just so! lovely! and i lovelovelove the dive into Gale's headspace throughout episode 2.

One of your Girls by @soliloquy-dawn

“What good are you over there? I want you here.” They’ve done this numerous times before, back in flight school. Bucky cosied up to his side in bed, the scruff on his cheek scraping over Gale’s collarbone. It only happened when the nights were cold, and Bucky was sloshed. Plausible deniability. In what Gale does now, they would be hard-pressed to find deniability of any kind. Both of them eagerly ignore that Bucky is not drunk enough, and that the woefully public nature of their surroundings in no way resembles the safety of their shared room back in Texas. Climbing into the cot, Gale tries to temper his rapidly beating heart. Bucky will find a way to snug close enough to plaster his ear to his chest. He will hear it, but won’t comment—skirting the line, never to cross it. Or, Gale is jealous of Bucky's girls.

the fic i read just before deciding i'd try my hand at writing clegan fic myself. but oh my god the yearning in this!!!! "Because you're mine. You should be mine."?????? like fuck me i am but a simple bisexual dealing with mota brainrot!!!!

in our bedroom after the war by @stereobone

After the war, Bucky and Gale reunite to fix up a house. They end up finding a life together.

look i've been a fan of stereobone from their good omens days, so seeing them write mota fic? dream come true. and when that mota fic fucking wrecks me? so much the better.

Obligate Mutualism by bowhuntress

"They had a strained conversation after mail call, all those months ago, walking slowly across the barren, muddy ground, and John wouldn’t look at him when he told him he was afraid that people would only ever know the person he was becoming. Gale could see it hanging over him, then: the spectre of the person John thought so diminished and so unworthy of being known. The person he was so afraid of becoming. And Gale thought, back then ‘what kind of person would not want to know every aspect of him? What kind of person would not love every version of this man?’" Or: Gale, through it all.

this is another one i've reread an ungodly number of times. i just LOVE seeing the details of the Stalag Luft III and watching how Gale and John keep each other going. it's just SO fucking touching, and the reunion back at Thorpe Abbotts? fuck me.

Breathe Me In (Exhale Slow) by @johnslittlespoon

Gale’s boot taps restlessly, knees bent to half–hunch over them, only his lower back leaning against the wall of the plane. He picks at the skin of baby–soft lips, staring out to the edge of the wing with glazed over eyes, and John’s heart twists. He can think of a hundred and one ways to distract him, but not a single word of reassurance. He’s not good at that sort of thing; that’s Gale’s area of expertise. He feels useless. “Here,” he murmurs, holding out his cigarette.

it's a fucking shotgunning first kiss fic. on a b-17. obviously i have to recommend this one. do yourself a favor and go read it.

dear john by @forasecondtherewedwon

The Regensburg-Schweinfurt mission changes John. What Gale can't say aloud, he puts in the letters he writes to John in his head.

six words: "Thank you again for my bicycle." Why does this one line fuck me up so very much? idk man! it just does!!

bomber’s moon by @ww2yaoi

Gale goes with John to London. Somebody should have told them there was a war on.

the confession!!!! on the bronze lions!!!!!!! ahem. look, it's a gorgeous fic with some excellent smut and Gale and John are so fucking sweet for each other. do yourself a favor and read it.

back home where you're from, that's the measure of a man by wolfhalls

Something sharp and possessive flares up in him, and it must be written all over his face judging by the way John’s mouth curls up at the corners. “We should—” Gale begins. Since he met John, he has become familiar with the distinct difference between should and whatever ends up happening anyway. (or: Gale falls in love. It's a shame there's a war on.)

the very first clegan fic i read naturally needs to be included. the author has John and Gale's voices down so perfectly, and the established relationship is so lovely. the absolute sweetness between John and Gale is just [chef's kiss]

flak-happy, fancy-free by mercess (aka yours truly)

The war is over, but some questions remain about where Gale and John go from here. ----- Gale’s not sure who he’ll be without the war, without the Hundredth, without a B-17. But he knows he won’t be Buck without Bucky. Won’t be himself without John. Perhaps that’s why John tried to slip away unnoticed tonight, why he came out here and tucked himself into the copilot’s seat. An attempt to sever a limb, one he knows he can’t take home with him. They’ll hang up their dog tags, box up their flight jackets, try to forget the rumble of a nine-cylinder engine and the buzz of a voice in your ear and a blue, blue sky. Gale doesn’t know how to tell John that a life without him would be like never feeling the sunlight again.

idk man, i'm just really proud of this one. set during episode 9, it features John and Gale finally doing something about their feelings. and yes, i've reread my own fic an ungodly number of times and i've been guaranteed that it fucks readers up as much as it fucked me up. (don't worry, there's a happy ending. i can't write anything else.)

i'm also working on another fic from John's POV, so y'know, keep an eye out for that if you like my writing!

this is by no means an exhaustive list (it's not even all the fics i have bookmarked) but it's long enough, so i'll leave it here! i'm sure i'll be making another one of these posts before long.

#masters of the air #mota #clegan #clegan fic #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #mota fic #fic recs #mota fic recs #my writing #long post

[sweetnans]

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo

t.warning: angst? war flashbacks and fluff

a/n: I'm sorry if I misspelled something. My hand hurts. Enjoy 💖

He be goddammed. Mina had asked specifically for a comic book to give Denki for his birthday, and none of the dumbasses on the squad have found it. So here he is, entering in the twelveth bookstore on his day off. Bakugo couldn't believe his position right now. The last time he had a day off was like ages ago, and now he has to find a stupid book for one of his friends.

He walked in with his usual scowl, looking for the labeled shelf with all the colorful spines highlighting above the bored ones.

The bookstore was empty. He was about to give up on his search when the building appeared on his way back home. It was a tiny store, cozy and brown. All shelves were made of wood, and the sitting area was no different. Brown chairs varnished with fluffy blankets on top. It was like a fairy forest magical paradise kind of shit. He liked the quietness.

"Hey, welcome! How may I help you?" The girl behind the desk spoke out of nothing, putting him in defense mode. He couldn't help it. He is a heroe, after all.

He saw the girl rising his hands in surrender with a comical smile on her face.

"Calm down, I'm only trying to help you," you said, putting your book down in a very slow movement.

"Shit, sorry" he apologized.

He couldn't help but notice how the smile on your face shifted to a weird look, scanning him from tip to toe.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" You tapped your chin while bending over your desk to have a better look on the man who was in front of you.

"Probably from the screen or magazines" He said nonchalantly. He was used to this kinda stuff.

"Mm yeah maybe" you were unsure about that. "So, what are you looking for?"

"Im looking for a comic book." He looked at you while you walked to the comics shelf, and he followed when he noticed that had no other information."It's a special edition, I haven't found it yet, and I'm starting to think that's not in stock"

"Just a few people have found this place, it's not even in the google map, so you have the odds to find it here, I like to keep my stock updated" you said, looking at him. God, where have you seen him? How could you forget such a guy like him?

While Bakugo kept searching the famous comic book on the giant shelf, you tried to search in your mind the sight of him.

"You told me that I could have seen you on magazines. Are you a hero, perhaps?"

Bakugo stopped his search in a bit. He wasn't full of himself like when he was younger, but it was difficult to believe that someone didn't recognize him.

"Yeah, I am"

The look on your face didn't change with realization like he expected. Your facade was even more puzzled than before.

You kept silent trying to think. You found Bakugo particularly special. He had features that weren't easy to forget, so why were you so confused?

"GOT IT!" The two of you screamed at the same time, sharing a look. Bakugo was confused, and you were extremely excited.

You two walked to the register, and he lent you the book he was holding.

"May I ask what you got?" He asked secretly, praying that you would give away the information.

"Oh yeah sorry, I remembered you" you scanned the code and put the book on a paper bag.

"Is that so?" Bakugo wasn't sure if you had like a dementia or a memory problem.

"Yeah" you simply said, "Also, you will love this book, it's so good" you said holding the bag to him after he paid.

"Have you read it?" He was curious. You didn't seem the type of girl fan of comics.

"Yes, I just did"

He would be amazed if he didn't live in society based on quirks. It was odd in the society working on a thing that wasn't related to the individual's quirk.

"How does it work?" Bakugo asked because he found that he liked the quietness your bookstore provided. He didn't want to leave.

"When I touch the book, I just know everything about it, the storyline, the plot, etcetera. It's pretty helpful. it works with people too, " you explained to him.

"That's pretty cool," he said, giving it a moment. "Wait, people? That would be pretty useful. Have you ever thought about working with the police? Or the Pro's?

You sighed with a smile on your face. He was getting used to your mannerisms.

"I worked with them for a while..." You intertwined your fingers above the counter. "When the war started, I was assigned to the special identification unit"

"I never heard of it." When the war started He was so busy fighting and being injured to notice anything else. "What was your job there?"

"I was in charge of the identification of dead and destroyed bodies"

Bakugo was shocked even if his face didn't give it away. You were about his age. He sympathized with you because he lived the same shit that you lived, the same trauma, watching people die and suffer in a different perspective.

"That's...-" He didn't know what to say.

"I know..., they pulled me out of the school to make me help them". It was raw, but the war made its havocs to everyone.

"So you were in the field..."

"Yeah, right after the heroes fought, we used to get the call and head to the battlefield"

"Why did you quit?"

You doubted. Maybe he wasn't ready for the upcoming truth...maybe he didn't even know what happened.

"You know, it all changed when I went to this battlefield. It was one of the last fights that occurred during the war. A lot of people were injured, some of them dead, some of them presumed to be dead...I was so excited when I remembered you because I never got the chance to thank you"

He was stunned. When you made a mention about him, his world stopped its rotation. You really knew him? Like outside the press?

"Thank me about what?" He asked curious.

"Your life vision," you said in a calm way. He didn't understand. "Fights and battles move out faster than you think, sometimes they're fighting in the sky, and then they're on the ground, so me and my team had to be quick following the main focus of them. I was looking for injured people to send them to the EMTs when I found you. I remember holding you in my arms. Your face was destroyed, and there was blood everywhere. I saw who you were, your failures, your accomplishments, your friends, your life, and it amazed me. You were just a kid fighting for the grown-up mistakes, but you liked it. You were devoted to your dreams. I never felt that while working with the police. " You stopped for a bit to breathe again. You couldn't look Bakugo to his eyes. "When I touch a corpse, I see everything in a gray hue, every memory fading away. It's sad. You were in my arms when that gray hue started to change to a bright and the most precious tone of orange and red, you were alive, I've never seen something like that before. I was, god, I didn't even know how to put it in words. I remember crying and thinking that it would be a chance for you to pursue your dreams. It wasn't over for you like it was for the other people I attended. Other colors started to appear as well. I felt your chest move again, and I took you to the EMTs. You were the most beautiful vision I saw during the war. You made me realize that i didn't want to watch other peoples crushed dreams. I wanted to live my own, you had your chance, I wanted a chance too, a chance far away from the sadness and catastrophe"

He kept himself quiet. For the first time in many years, he was out of words.

"This is head spinning, I don't know what to say." He was overwhelmed with everything you've said. He was well aware that someone must've saved him, but he never thought that he was presumed dead when it happened.

"Don't get me wrong, I feel like I did my duty as a citizen, and I'll do it again if they need me, but it was devastating touch those bodies and realize that there were people waiting for them at home or that they had kids that they never will be able to see grow up. I haven't done my peace with the war yet"

"I remember being carried to the ambulance. Was that you?" That was the first memory he had after he woke up. It was a blury one like those memories you don't know if they're real or not.

"Yeah, you were such a heavy lift. No offense, " you giggle a little.

"Not taken, how old were you?" Bakugo scratched the back of his neck, trying to assemble every piece of information.

"I was eighteen at that time. You were sixteen, i think, a major pain in the ass for what i saw. Before you woke up i was upset for you, the people you had around really loved you and cared about you, it was unfair and i started to feel guilty about the lives they would never be able to have, yours included"

"Dont be hard on yourself. It wasn't your fault. I was fighting for the grown-up mistakes, but you were definitely living the consequences of them"

The silence between you two was absolutely necessary. You dreamed about this day, you weren't looking forward to it, you didn't do your research or bother to look for him but it was happening. Bakugo couldn't piece the information right. You saved him. He didn't remember much of it, but he knew that someone, a girl, took him to the ambulance, but until a few hours ago, it was just a thought that appeared in his lonely nights. Now you were in front of him, sharing a crucial part of yourself and himself aligned.

"Fuck" That was the first thing he came up with. It was the perfect word to describe how he felt.

"Same," you said. You weren't sure how to feel either. You let it all out, and you were happy that He was alive. "Did you fulfill your dreams?"

He put a weird look that had you regretting your question.

"I'm the number two pro hero in Japan," You covered your face with your hands in absolute shame and laughed.

"I'm so sorry, I don't watch TV or anything." He smiled as well. Your laugh was contagious enough to make him smile. "I'm happy to see you alive"

You were cute. When he first saw you, he thought to himself that something, outside everything he had known, was pulling him to you, like an invisible string or something. You saved his life, and he didn't even attempt to find you sooner. He couldn't let you go.

"My friend's birthday is this saturday," he started. "I know it's not like a proper date or something, but if you don't have any plans or a boyfriend or something like-

Most of the time, he didn't get that nervous, but you were there, standing in front of him, looking at him with perfect eyes and trying to hide your smile.

"I'd love to," you answered before he could say anything else. He felt relieved for the interruption and for you saying yes.

"Good," he watched while you scribbled down your number in a paper.

You put the paper on his hand, and even though he was skeptical, most of the time, he would've swear that he felt a sort of electricity running up and down his spine.

"There you go," you said, batting slightly your lashes at him.

He felt weird. He didn't want this encounter to end. He wanted to tell you a lot of things. He wanted to vent about his life. He wanted to make you a part of him.

"Fuck the party" he muttered. "Are you free? Like right now? Let me buy you a coffee."

He was desperate.

"Let me think about it," you tapped your chin jokingly. "Help me close this thing, and I'm all yours"

The air that he was holding left his lungs. He didn't think that he was being impulsive with all this. He just knew that you were something that was meant to happen, but he never thought that he would have a second chance to meet you again.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bhna #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki

[every1sno1fangirl]

Happy Hifuumo Friday: Touhoufest 2024 Mega Edition everyone!

I want to start this off by simply saying that I had a fucking blast on my trip. I didn't think I'd have as much fun as I did, but as it turns out, I might just be a con/cert goer, who would have thought?

A year ago I would have died just thinking about going on a trip like this. And here I am now, looking back on it fondly and already looking forward to getting next year.

Was I still kind of anxious the whole time? Certainly. But it was manageable!

I arrived a day early to get my bearings. The group I was with happened to have plans that day too, so me and the people I was with (Hi @sennypls & @DeviousPulsar on The Social Media Platform Formerly Known as Twitter💖) decided to hang out. We went to a cat cafe and then to Little Tokyo.

I thought I'd be a lot more scared of that than I actually was, which is great!

The trip to Little Tokyo was also really fun. Where I live doesn't have anything like it, so it was a nice change of pace. After that we went to the observatory and watched the sunset.

But enough about that! It's time to dive into the real subject; Touhoufest itself!

I had a /fantastic/ time there, doing pretty much everything. I attended a few panels, wandered around artist alley, just took pictures and hung out in my cosplay, it was great!

There was also a really cool garden that I spent a lot of time in. I took a photo with my friend @phanatma's (Also on The Social Media Platform Formerly Known as Twitter) Eirin fumo.

And we even met Miku!

The fumo meetup was also really nice. They had to do it in waves because of how many people came to participate in that!

I also got to meet @lyricalive & @lori-hime, and got this nice picture of them with my fumos!

And I got recognized by two fanfic authors too. They are @comfybutter and @cookiethebirdthing here on Tumblr! It was really shocking to me, and we took this picture together!

At the end of the first day, a concert was held at the venue. 'Toho Eurobeat Extravaganza' it had a lot of artists and it was /really/ cool. They even got A-ONE all the way from Japan!

Next time, I'll remember to bring earplugs. Though I had a great time regardless!

When Touhoufest actually closed on the second day we went and had hotpot together at a friend's Airbnb (Though I couldn't eat any of it because of my Crohn's sadly) before making our way to Round1, which took awhile.

I had a lot of fun watching everyone play the games!

Sadly, it had to end. I've already decided I'm going to go again next year at least. AND I'm going to learn how to sew so I can make a better cosplay.

Finally, here's a picture of my haul.

I love you all, and I hope you have a good day/night!

#hifuumo friday #renko usami #maribel hearn #hifuu club #touhou #touhou project #fumo #hifuu #fumoposting

[isaacswhy]

mine

isaacwhy x gn!reader (sfw) summary: you're out shopping with your boyfriend, isaac, when you find some initial necklaces. just in time for your six-month anniversary, you buy two, one for him and one for you. requested?: no, inspired by @ficblogmoni's!

It was quite unexpected, but in this relationship you'd had going with Isaac, you'd become quite the shopaholic. It was mostly spurred on by the fact that Isaac loved to shower you in gifts and take you shopping for whatever you wanted. Either way, you'd been shopping more times in the last few months than you had in years.

You'd gotten together with Isaac around six months ago, being friends with him for some time beforehand. When you'd finally gotten the guts to ask him out, he was overjoyed. After a few dates, he'd confessed that he'd been totally head over heels and trying to plan how to ask you out. Seeing him so flustered about it was simply the most endearing thing in the world.

Once you were officially a couple, then came the onslaught of gifts. Every day, your drink order from the local coffee shop was waiting for you once you were awake. Your favorite meals were ordered on DoorDash the second you mentioned you were having a craving. You hardly had to raise a finger, and your needs were being met.

You didn't quite have his YouTube income, but you tried to return the favor. Little gifts and trinkets from his favorite shows and souvenirs from wherever you'd go. He'd always blush bright, grinning like an idiot and telling you it wasn't necessary. All of your gifts would end up somewhere in his room or office, and he'd amassed quite the collection.

Your six month anniversary was right around the corner, and you thought it was the perfect time to buy something. He loved the sentimentality of anniversaries and you needed to show him you did, too. So, you popped over to his room with a smile on your face and asked to go out for a little shopping trip.

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Isaac was laid out on his bed, but on top of his blankets and almost fully dressed.

As he rolled out of bed and began to slip his shoes on, you walked up to him and began to mess with his hair. "Your curls are growing out, you know."

"Do you think I need to get them cut?" He looked up at you, and the way he looked like a puppy nearly melted you into the carpet.

You laughed and shook your head. "No, no, I like them a little longer. But, if you want to cut it, that's fine."

He shrugged as he finished tying his shoes, standing up and sufficiently towering over you. "Eh, I like it a little longer. Looks cooler that way, anyways."

"I'm just sad your mega Christian conservative family never taught you how to take care of them," You snickered, "Learning from Nick of all people.."

"Oh, shut up," He lightly smacked your arm as the two of you began to walk to his door, "You ready to go?"

You nodded and flashed a thumbs-up, "Ready."

Walking through the house didn't take long, but you did have to dodge a flying slipper from Blake, who was on the couch watching anime. You flipped him off as Isaac lightly scolded him for it, but you made it to the front door in one piece.

The two of you hopped into Isaac's car. You got settled into the passenger seat as Isaac turned on the car, pulling out of the driveway. You turned on your music, at Isaac's request, as you made the commute to the shopping mall area.

Pulling into the parking lot, you and Isaac got out of the car and you walked with your hand in his towards the first store. His eyes flitted around, and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're faceless, Isaac. They don't know."

"I know, it's just a little weird sometimes," He laments, "Even if there's almost no chance anybody could recognize me, I still get.. anxious about it. Doesn't help I'm so tall."

"They won't," You looked at him with a smile, "Plus, there's a lot of tall dudes. None as hot as you, though."

Isaac shook his head and snickered, but seemed a little more relaxed as you walked in the store together. It was more of a beauty store, and you broke away from Isaac to look at the necklaces. Isaac headed towards the watches.

As you sifted through the necklaces, your eye caught onto one section. It was a bunch of beautiful silver necklaces with initials on them. Your eyes darted back over to Isaac to make sure he wasn't looking as you slipped two into your hand. You found a store employee who was happy enough to box them up in small gift boxes.

You walked back over after making sure there wasn't anything else you wanted, seeing Isaac with a watch in his hand. It was beautiful, slightly minimalist but also with enough flare that you know Isaac would like. He looked to you with a smile. "You think it would look good?"

"I think it's great," You looked a little closer, a little in awe of its quality, "Thing looks expensive. But, you'd look good in it."

"I think so, too," Isaac nodded as he called over a worker and had them box one up for him. His eyes looked to the boxes in your hands with an intrigued look on his face. "What do you have there?"

"Nothing you get to know about yet," You said with a small grin.

He shook his head as he brought the boxes over to the register, paying for them and handing your boxes back to you. "Fine. Keep secrets from me, then. What's next? Do you watch Chainsaw Man with Tanner or something?"

"Worse," You laughed, "It's a watch party. Tanner, Nick, Blake, Larry, we even have Grunk on discord with us. We're literally only leaving you out."

"How dare you.." He scoffed, but his feigned anger turned into a big smile when he saw a store, "Wait, can we go get some shoes?"

"You have an addiction, Isaac."

You were quite lucky, by the time you had left the shoe store Isaac only had three new pairs. One of which he had picked out for you, and bought it before you had a chance to tell him no. That was one of the downsides of him knowing your measurements for everything: he bought shit for you even if you wanted to tell him no. Of course, if you genuinely hated something, he wouldn't.

Only a few stores later, the two of you called it a day on the shopping. You had a few new outfit components, one pair of shoes from Isaac, and the necklaces. They'd make for a great anniversary present.

You did your best to act as normally as you could as you got everything out of the car and into the house. It was a lot easier when Tanner came over and pestered the two of you, asking if you had gotten anything for him. He was dismayed when you had to let him down.

The rest of the night went smoothly, chilling in Isaac's room watching anime, cuddled up under the covers. He eventually had to work on a video, but told you that he had his schedule completely cleared for the next day. He never would miss an anniversary.

Unfortunately, you couldn't find the willpower to stay up until he came back to bed. Although you fell asleep alone, you woke up to being held by Isaac when the morning sun was fully up. Isaac smiled at you as you turned to him, resting you head on his chest.

"Happy anniversary, baby," You heard him say in his morning voice.

You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to keep your eyes open. "Happy anniversary, Isaac."

He sat up just slightly so he could look down and see your face, and you saw his tired smile. "Do you want to grab breakfast? I could pick up your drink order and get us some food."

"Usually I'd stay home, but," You stretched out your arms and sat up fully, "I've got something for us to wear out."

He raised a brow, a small smirk on his lips. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Not yet," You pulled yourself from his bed and shook your head, "Get dressed."

He nodded, following you out of bed and over to his dresser. "Any specific dress code for picking up some breakfast?"

"For our six-month anniversary? If I get to pick, put on one of your slutty tank tops."

"They're not slutty!"

"Sure."

He shook his head, finding a black tank top and pulling it on. He slipped into a pair of light-gray, if not off-white, sweatpants. You got dressed for the casual occasion, making some looks over at your boyfriend and admiring the way his arms looked in the tank top. They were drool worthy.

Once the two of you were ready to leave, Isaac looked to you expectantly. "Well then, I'm all dressed. What are you adding to the outfit?"

You grinned. "Well.." You reached into the bedside table and pulled out the two boxes you had picked up the day before. They held the necklaces you bought, but you quickly peeked in them to figure out which one was yours before holding your hand out with his necklace box in it. "Find out."

He picked the box out of your hand, which looked even tinier in his giant palm. He slowly opened the box and his expression was generally unreadable for a few seconds before a big smile spread across his face. "Is this.."

"My initial," You finished his sentence as you put on the "I" necklace, "And I got one with yours."

He took a few more seconds in shocked silence before he slowly put it on, fidgeting with the letter a bit. "Was this what you bought us yesterday?"

"Yeah," You flushed a little, "I wanted to be able to tell the world you're mine, and I'm yours. A little anniversary gift."

Isaac approached you slowly, the smile never leaving his face. "You're mine, and I'm yours," He repeated, "I like that."

"I know you do," You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in close, "That's why I love you."

He grinned as he leaned down to you, pressing a kiss to your lips softly. "I love you too. Happy anniversary, baby."

You buried your face in his chest, taking in his scent. "Can we get out of here? I'm hungry as hell."

He snickered as he took your hand, leading you out of the room just as he did the day before. Your fingers laced together, feeling warm and content in his presence. "Of course. Anything for you."

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[elaci]

could i request a jealous ex valeria fic where she tries to get the reader back? here's a song recommendation: universe by thuy 💗 she makes the best music

thank you for the rec it is absolutely playlist worthy,, and yes! i love the jealousy play so much - wasn't sure if you wanted smut or now, so I kept things clean, but I'm more than happy to make a steamier part two :')

Jealousy Bites

You try to move on, to date other people, but Valeria has an issue with letting go of what she once held so close. She takes the safety of your heart into her own hands.

cw: drinking, some jealousy, allusions to sex at the end, left it open ended for a part 2 if anyone wants that.

ex!Valeria Garza x reader | req rules ⁞ request here | crossposted on ao3

The bass-heavy music echoing through the bar does nothing to soothe your sullen mood: you've been stood up. Again.

Two empty glasses sit on the table in front of you, both emptied by you as you sat and waited for a woman who you were sure would be different than the rest. She had seemed so enthusiastic about this date, texting nonstop for days beforehand, just to leave you waiting for an hour with no contact.

You sigh, left alone with a bruised ego in a bar with drinks twice the price they need to be. This is the third time you've been stood up, a pattern of desertion that has you wondering if you're the problem. You can't help but lean back and think of Valeria, how she'd rather drop dead than leave you alone and waiting like this.

You almost want to cry, join the fray of lonely souls drowning their sorrows in a whiskey glass, but you know better than to let your guard down in a place like this. No matter the stress of once loving Valeria, she taught you things about safety and self-preservation that you'll carry for life. Your well-being was always her first thought. You wonder, only for a moment, if you'll ever find someone with such regard for you, one who lives a less unholy life. One you can support in their endeavours, not worry about coming home to a ransom letter or cold corpse.

The universe has funny ways of bringing your thoughts to fruition. You used to sit up at night and wait, just like this, for your lover to come home safe. And when she would, she'd kiss you sweetly and tell you not to stay up, that she could handle herself. You could always smell the gunpowder on her, though. You could always see the split knuckles she'd try to hide. You could always feel the stress in her words as she'd talk about the most domestic of things.

A life of sleepy mornings and family dinners was never going to be her thing. And so, you shed yourself of the worry, the constant heartache, and the fear of not knowing if your love was safe or facing down the barrel of a gun. You miss her, sure. Her touch, and her sweet words, and her loving.

You miss not getting stood up like this. 

A glance around the bar gives you a few sights, none of which please you. The bartender serves a man who should have been cut off three drinks ago, he sways as he downs the glass and asks for another. A husband and wife dance in a tipsy love surge to the song that plays from the speakers, his hands on her waist and her eyes so full of love. A stocky man, who sits at a table on the other side of the bar, locks his eyes onto you.

What? You look the man up and down, he’s one you recognise, but you don't know where you've seen him. He’s covered in tattoos, a mean look in his eyes— you could guess his career by the way he carries himself, but your suspicions are confirmed when he shifts and reveals who he’s sitting next to.

Valeria Garza, who watches you with an intensity that could feat her goons ten times over. You remember now, you’ve seen him around her house, he’s played driver as the two of you got handsy in the backseat of her newest and prettiest car, he’s taken a bullet for Valeria. But you don’t care about him now that your eyes have met hers.

Everything rushes back to you, every conversation spent in the early hours of the morning about how long she’d be gone and when she’d call to let you know she’s not been shot dead. Every goodbye kiss and welcome home embrace in the foyer of a home way too big for the two of you. Every day you spent convinced that Valeria Garza would be the woman you’d love to the grave and back.

“What the fuck?” you mouth the words to her from across the room. She watches you with expressionless eyes, raising her whiskey glass to her lips and sipping at it as if her gaze isn't intoxicating enough. Her right-hand man leans in and whispers something to her, though she doesn’t reply— her eyes are stuck on you.

 You’re suddenly struck with a desire to be anywhere else but here, in this bar, under the watch of who you're desperately trying to forget exists.

And so you stand up. All you can do is walk out, head downcast to avoid eye contact with Valeria as she watches you run away. You need another drink. 

It’s hard to ignore the stares on your back as you weave your way to the exit and step outside. The cool night air on your exposed skin isn't enough to mollify your beating heart, but you feel better for being outside. You lean against an outside wall made of brick and try to take a few deep breaths.

Was seeing her a coincidence? Did she know you were going to be there? What did she think, watching you down glass after glass waiting on a rebound that never came?

The more you question, the louder your heart beats in your ears until the sound is familiar and the outside world feels faint. Fuck this, you think, you just need to get home and pretend you never left in the first place.

You reach into your pocket for your phone to call a ride with, but your hand withdraws empty: you left your phone on the table inside. You had kept it face-up on the table to count the minutes your date was late. You feel stupid, but you aren’t getting far without your phone. You turn to run back inside and grab it, but you spin directly into a body you know from the inside out.

Valeria stands straight, a leather jacket covering the arm you cling onto to steady yourself. She smells the same, like cigarettes and vanilla, and she's looking at you with eyebrows raised — smug.  

“Shit,” you try to sidestep Valeria, but she takes a gentle grip on your arm. “I just need to run inside, I left my pho—”

Valeria presses your phone into your free hand, her lips pressed together in a self-satisfied smile that has your blood running hot. A tilt of her head, she takes in every last inch of your face and then speaks. “You shouldn't leave your things lying around, amor – anyone could have taken it, you’re lucky it was me.”

“No soy tu amor,” you manage, and pocket your phone, looking down to avoid the piercing stare Valeria is wasting energy on. You want to turn and leave, but something supernatural keeps your feet glued to the ground. 

“You’re out here alone,” she says, almost pouting in a faux show of mockery when your eyes meet hers again. “It’s not safe.”

Safety has always been a kick of hers, making sure you were within arms reach at all times. As she holds one of your arms just now, the scene feels comfortingly familiar.

“If you must know, Valeria,” you say pointedly, though make no moves to put distance between the two of you. “I was meeting someone. For a date.”

You don’t know what you’re trying to do, whether it's to make her jealous or put her off, but it doesn’t work regardless. Valeria smiles and leans in closer to you. When she speaks, her words are sharp, but low enough that your skin aches at the sound.

“I don’t see anyone, amor. Did you get stood up?”

“No,” you pull back a little, ready to defend your lonesomeness when you catch the predatory smile pulling at Valeria's full lips. A wave of realisation washes over you, dissolving your being like sand on the shoreline — you didn’t get stood up, your date got scared off.

You glance down and, sure enough, spot the handle of a gun sticking up from Valeria's waistband. That, paired with the bulky men she takes charge of, is an insufferable recipe of intimidation, and she’s used it to chase away your next chance at a fresh start. You wonder if she was there with your last date, watching you from the shadows as you waited like a loser for someone she’d scared away an hour beforehand.

“Are you serious, Valeria?” You furrow your eyebrows. “You’re the reason my date didn’t show?”

“Well,” Valeria clicks her teeth and shrugs. “Any woman who scares that easily isn't worth a night with you, hermosa.”

"Not my name."

She grabs hold of both of your hands before you try to turn and leave. You stop resisting to give her your attention once again and Valeria sighs. “Look, amor,” she begins. Her voice drops a few octaves lower, and her tone is less teasing, softer. “You aren't in my bed anymore, that doesn't mean you're safe in anyone else's."

You swallow. “You’re a fucking psycho. You know that? I don't belong to you anymore, Valeria. I've moved on."

Valeria shakes her head slightly and brings her lips close to yours, you can feel her breath on your face. “Do you think I'm stupid? You'll do anything to forget about me, amor. It's not good for a lady, trust me.”

You shake your head. "I can't be with someone knowing they might not come home to me the next day."

Valeria rolls her eyes at your remark and lets her forehead rest against yours. Her eyes bore into yours like an art critic at a gallery, she dissects you, every last nerve in your body is seen wholly by her.  You’re trapped between a rock and a hard place; you can feel yourself wavering, but you know that the moment she speaks you'll be lost in the grief of giving her up.

"Do you think I'd let myself miss a morning with you? You weren't with a soldier, amor, you were with a woman who would kill hundreds to come home to you. You can hate the life I live, but I told you I'd protect your heart. I'm keeping my word."

You open your mouth to speak but Valeria raises her index finger against it, stopping your protestations. 

"Listen," she half-growls, though something warm laces her words. She's not trying to scare you or dominate you into loving her again, but for a woman who sates conflict with a gun, her words are gentle in your ears. "You aren't my prisoner, amor. You never were. Do what you want, but know I can't give up protecting you. These dates, they could hurt you worse than I ever did, and I know I hurt you."

A flash of fear glosses her eyes; she’s not finished, not by a long shot, but you can't handle the waves of emotion that hit you when she looks so genuinely distressed—it makes you sick to your stomach, makes you remember the worst part of loving Valeria Garza: the thought of losing her.

You move forward, pressing your lips to hers in a silent message of something loving.

Valeria wraps her arms tightly around you, her mouth opens as you kiss hungrily, one body sinking into another. The kiss is everything good, every gentle morning spent in her arms, every laugh she pulled from you, every moment you felt loved by a woman who would, in fact, kill hundreds to come home to you. The warmth of her lips, the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her strong body, enveloped in your own, fills your entire being. Your lungs burn for air, and with each breath you take, you breathe her in deeper, relishing in the nostalgia of her taste.

Valeria pulls away first. She cups your face in her hand, her thumbs brushing under your eyes, wiping away tears that threaten to spill. "You deserve more than me, amor. I'm sorry for being selfish."

And you believe her wholeheartedly. She's always been one to keep her word to the death, you know her soul, and how full of love it is despite her scarred exterior. You're not her prisoner, no, but a part of your heart sits with her still. Even if your dates had worked out, a small part of you knows that you would have only looked for Valeria in them. 

"We can... figure it out," you try. "I don't want to worry about you all the time, not knowing if you're okay breaks my heart."

Valeria nods slowly, taking in your words. "I've been wanting to stay home more anyways. No point in a big house if I'm never home, hm?"

"Okay," you concede after a pause. "That's a good start."

"We could invite your date over," Valeria bites her tongue playfully, a mocking smile on her face.  "I'm sure she'd love a night in the guest house. Maybe we can pick her up tomorrow and have dinner at mine—"

"Don't even joke about that,” you cut across, a laugh escaping through your lips before you can help it. “You're crazy."

"Mhm," Valeria brushes her thumb over your lips, mind elsewhere. "I know, amor."

You can hear the bass of the music inside the bar as people come and go, the cold air nipping against your skin as Valeria readies herself to speak again. You feel comfortable, despite the turmoil of the night- satiated, seen.

"Let me take you home," Valeria's eyes meet yours. "And show you exactly how sorry I am for scaring you away."

Yeah, you're home enough with her- you nod, smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time.

"It's a date."

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[mimiyewaffles]

A FEW INTERESTING THINGS

I guess I need help

So if y'all dont know, I'm trying to revise my boyfriend's d3ath.

It's been two months since I have been affirming and a few days since I got into the concept of void. Now, I'm trying to get into the void.

I've noticed a few crazy things, that I would love to share.

I've always affirmed that “everyone will forget about my boyfriend's demise because it was just my nightmare and no such thing ever happened. He's all alive and healthy” So I guess my affirmations are kinda playing out.

1.

When I got to know about his demise, I sent him like 100 texts that day, I was so emotional and poured down everything to him. He not only is my boyfriend, but also is my best friend. The bestest friend ever and it was the worst day of my life. I was never ready to lose him.

I sent those 100 texts to him on Snapchat and obviously, my texts were just delivered. Nobody read them because that "nobody" Was long gone. I'm talking about feb, 2024. So I checked his snapchat after a few days of emotional ranting, and those texts didn't show up. I thought it might be a glitch and now after like 3 months, I went back to check on him because I missed him and guess what? ALL OF THOSE TEXTS ARE GONE!

Now idk if I'm tweaking but wtf? Snapchat has this feature where messages get deleted after 24 hours of being seen. But nobody saw my messages to begin with, where are those texts????

Like... All the snaps, that were sent before those texts and even after those texts are still in delivered, not seen.

Can anyone tell me if this is a glitch? This couldn't be, right? It's been 3 months to that incident, if it were glitch, it would have been fixed by now but idk-

2.

My bf would post about his travelling and stuffs in Instagram reels and I often visit his account to look at him all alive once again and one day, I noticed one of his reels cover has changed 💀 and I even showed it to my sister and friend and they were shocked too. I thought it might be a glitch too. But it stayed like that for 3 days and then switched back to what it was before.

This might be a glitch idk honestly but my friend said it might be a "timeline/dimensions overlapping"

3.

Two of my close friends are really logical minded and I never told them about my manifestation/shifting to a reality where my bf never got into an accident, because they wouldn't believe me. They don't even believe in multiple realities... So, not worth it.

A week ago, I texted one of these friends, saying that I feel like my bf is alive (emotional ranting) and all she told me was to hold up and move on, I'm thinking way too much 😮‍💨

And that's that. We didn't talk much about it.

After a few days of that, she texted me herself telling me that she feels the same. She feels as if my bf is alive too and maybe faking a death. We didn't get into the conclusion but yeah, we are still in doubt.

Also I would daydream about meeting my bf once again and i would make infinite possibilities to proof my reasoning mind that he's alive. So one of my imagination was my friend texting my bf's brother (they have nothing in common, they don't even know each other yet I imagined them talking) and his brother would say that my boyfriend is actually alive. And that scene exactly happened, except for the alive part. my friend talked to his brother to get his "last" Pics and guess what? They don't have that. Which is super weird because that accident just happened this year and those photos are gone. I texted one of his other brother who always replies to my texts and always give me updates about how their family is grieving but when I asked about pics, he left me on seen— again very weird.

Moreover, all of them (his family members) have moved on completely. They are enjoying and travelling. Idk how but like in a month of my bf's demise, they started partying a stuff which is super weird to me.

.....

I guess my affirmations are kinda becoming true. My 3D is maybe conforming slowly (?) Idk 😭

Lemme know what y'all think. Any tips on revising such thing would be appreciated. Thanks for reading 🎐

I'm sorry if I don't make any sense, I'm probably being delusional. Sorry for the rant 🥲🤌

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[vintageaustin]

goodbye kiss

austin butler x reader.

summeray: the reader and austin meet again, and spend one night together

warnings: angst cussing alchol depresion pregnancy cheating mention of sex not acteul sex tho

authors note: i personally really love this and i hope you guys do as well, enjoy kids, there are so many songs combined into this song let me know if you can find them!!

Massive thanks to @austinbutlerslovers and @elvismylove04 for the help🩷

It was Friday night, and like usually, you felt alone. You didn´t mind feeling alone, but... there was something about being so lonely that you didn´t even notice you were crying till now. The road was long, sure, and you tried to have fun in the meantime.

So even though it was a whopping 57 degrees in Vegas, you decided to go out and maybe look for someone who was just as damaged as you are. You liked taking a walk on the wild side. It made you feel alive, and feeling alive was better than feeling nothing at all.

Your heart broke with every step you took. You had never really been in love, you thought as you wandered the streets of Las Vegas, except for that one boy. You were hoping that at the gates they´d tell you that he was yours. He was born in August. You just met him too soon.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you bumped into someone. I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, you said softly. The stranger chuckled, and you, on the other hand, still hadn´t looked up. "It´s okay." He laughed gently. That voice that laugh, you recognized it. 

"A-austin, you whispered as you looked up. There he was standing in front of you, but something was different; it was like the light faded from his eyes. He wasn´t doing okay, and well, neither were you."W-what are you doing here? You stuttered, and he smiled softly looking.

Down at you, ¨I was looking for you" he whispered.

You looked at him a bit, taken aback. "For me?" you asked, kind of confused. To be fair, you and Austin broke up a while ago. Though you never stopped loving one another, you never really talked again after you broke up. "You're dad, he, uh, he called me." You looked at Austin and turned around, walking away.

"You´re dad!?" The little voice in your head was screaming. You hadn´t talked to your parents in ages, and now they send your ex-boyfriend over to check up on you??. How sick is that!? Your thoughts got interrupted as Austin called you multiple times, "Angel!? Wait up, cmon, let me explain!" he said. And you shook your head. "I don't wanna hear it aus, you either don´t mention them and we have a fun night and forget about this tomorrow, or I leave," you said, kind of cold and huffed. 

Looking at those striking blue eyes, Austin chuckled and nodded. "Wanna get drunk in my hotel room then?" You smiled softly and nodded as he grabbed your hand and started running down the street to the corner store. The two of you got a cheap bottle of vodka and whiskey. Then make your way back to his hotel room.

And you couldn´t help but think maybe the two of you lived in silence for too long. You were broken, and he ran allong like he was supposed to, and maybe the days the two of you had were gone, rock and roll sent the two of you insane back then... You couldn't help but wonder if it would do that again.

You got snapped out of your thoughts as Austin spoke up. "Do you want a drink?" he asked as he took a hold of your waist gently. You nodded and smiled. I'd love to" hear you whisper as Austin leaned closer and smiled. "I got you," he chuckled, kissing your cheek. He went over to the mini bar and poured the both of you a shot. As you got half way through the first bottle,.

You and Austin were talking about your lives now and reminiscing about the good old days. Those 20 minutes felt like forever, but you learned a lot about him. You learned he had a girlfriend, yet he remembered the day he wrote "mine" on your upper thigh so well.

This night was doomed from the start; you shouldn´t be here; he was taken, and this was wrong; no words could save this; he was drunk, and you were pissed. You sighed softly and got up. You walked over to the door and leaned against it. "I should go." You said soft enough that he could tell that you were hurt. As you looked up, he was walking over to you. "Angel," he said barely in a whisper as he looked into your soul with those striking blue eyes.

He made you look up at him as he took a hold of your chin. "Don't leave," he said barely in a whisper. "I just got my angel back,” he mumbled as his eyes fell down on your lips, and he started leaning in closer and closer until you felt his soft lips on yours. The kiss was rough but sweet. Was this your goodbye kiss? You thought to yourself.

One night, after that, you go your way, and I´ll go my way, you said, and Austin nodded and picked you up. Kissing you again, he laid you down on the bed. He was so gentle with you, and the both of you were so drunk. You knew it was wrong, and so did he, but you loved him, and he loved you.

So one thing led to another, and you woke up in Austin in his arms the next morning. You looked around and sighed softly. "Shit" you muttered and looked over at Austin, who was sleeping peacefully. You got up carefully and took a quick shower before getting your clothes back on. 

You wrote him one last note before you grabbed your stuff and left his hotel. "I hope someday we´ll meet again—forever, your angel." that´s what she wrote.

He tried calling you; he tried finding your apartment, but there was no luck.

You knew one day you'd meet again because, a month after you slept together, you found out you were pregnant.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #elvis presley #elvis movie #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis fic #austin butler one shot #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagines #austin butler smut #austin butler x

[lilac-den]

Hey, how are you doing? A little fluf mixed with angst aks. How would the ROs of Silverking, in a late crushing stage when they realize their feelings towards the MC, react to finding the MC staring at their mother's picture while drinking alone and saying something like:

"Hey mom, I've made some new friends in my new work... One them is this person, their name is [ROs name] and I like them, I really like them, when I'm with them I don't feel alone, but I don't think they are interested is me... I wish you were here to help me mom... You would know what to say"

I've made a similar ask before, but I guess it got lost among the other asks. It happens, so it's okay :)

Oh, thanks, anon! I did receive your previous ask (both of them) - I'm just very slow in responding to RO reaction asks cuz I tend to write them longer than I should.

However, for this, I don't think I can answer this from the RO reaction.

So, to make it up to you, I'm gonna write this when Lucifer - MC's dad - is the one who found MC in this state :D Enjoy~

"Terrorbyte?"

Lucifer calls out upon entering the apartment, frowning at how there is little light within. It's not a sight he's unfamiliar with though, especially on this day.

After all, it's a day he and [Name] can't brush aside.

He squints into the dark, the moonlight outside aiding his eyesight with its gleaming shine. There, between the couch and the coffee table, is a silhouette sitting on the floor. He recognize the shadow to be [Name] in an instant.

He feels something solid against one of his foot and looks down, taking note of a rolling, empty bottle. His frown deepens. Have they been drinking? He looks around to look for the only possible witness but finds no sign of a certain ball.

Oli must be recharging; he may be a flippant attitude sometimes with [Name] in a casual fashion, but Lucifer has acknowledge early on that he is the most loyal ally and one who cares for them just as much as Lucifer does.

The large man bends down to pick up one of the empty bottles and walks closer to the coffee table, just in time to see the state of their offspring.

[Name] is almost sitting straight, occasionally swaying left and right whilst humming a tune Lucifer can only identify as an old song from the 90s. Of course, such humming is interrupted with a sharp hiccup, which seems to be funny to [Name] as they left out a light giggle.

"Hic!" Lucifer moves to sit next to them and he sees their eyes blink. He waits patiently for them to register the form next to them, their eyes narrowing for a quick moment before [Name] blinks again and finally realizes with a wide grin.

"Poppy! Poppy pops!"

Lucifer raises a brow. Just how much did they drink? He looks at the other side of [Name] to find more bottles on the floor next to them, definitely empty given how some are on its side yet dripping only one or two drops of alcohol. Lucifer turns his gaze back to [Name] and opens his mouth when [Name] turns to the coffee table.

"Mama, look! It's good ol' pops!"

A soft twinge tugs in Lucifer and he follows [Name]'s gaze to see the picture of none other than Perida [last name]. He closes his mouth, exhaling through his nose with a forlorn gaze.

"How long have you been drinking?"

His tone is soft and lack any chiding. If this had been any other occasion, he might tear a new one. But he knew of the psychological trauma of losing a parent was severe to [Name] and while he couldn't say the same about his parents, he shared the mourning of losing Perida.

She was the love of his life after all - a fact that has never changed, even after all these years.

"Mmm..." [Name]'s brows knit with attempted focus and they pull up both hands, bringing up a finger with each count. "One...two...three..." They pause and Lucifer can almost see the hamster wheel running in their head before they throw their hands up in defeat, grinning once again. "Since I said goodbye to the sun!"

So around sunset, which could mean at most four hours ago.

"You should slow down on drinking." He comments casually. If he tries to stop them, [Name] would only take it as a challenge to push it. He can make sure [Name] doesn't attempt taking even more.

He reaches out a hand on his right, willing the figure to bring a requested item he asks it to bring. He can hear the clatter and rustles in the kitchen, more clumsy than aggressive. After a minute, a cold glass fits in his palm nicely and he brings it to [Name] with a gentle tone. "Drink."

"Mmpgh..." Their face pinch to discomfort and they shake their head. "No...No more whiskey."

"This is water." Lucifer moves the edge of the glass to their lips and [Name], like a toddler, reaches up with both hands to cup around the lower half of the cup. They drink, gulping it. "Slowly, [Name]."

Once the cup is truly empty, [Name] drops their hands down. Thankfully, Lucifer is still holding the cup so it never drop. He places the cup just as [Name] begins to talk again.

"Was just...just telling mom about them. Hic!" [Name] blinks and Lucifer doesn't need to think twice about who [Name] is talking about. After all, he's noticed the amount of time both [Name] and the team have spent time together, especially one in particular.

"Oh?" Lucifer asks and this is enough for [Name] to ramble.

"Yeah! I told her about how we met and all the funny and crazy missions we went on! "

"I wish mom was here..." The words remind Lucifer of the small space of pain inside him, one Perida's presence once filled with ease.

It has been more than a decade since Perida's passing and though Lucifer had tried his best in filling the gap, there was still a part of him that worries of not being enough. It was one of the very few things he couldn't feel confident about; his wife was a person unlike any other.

"She would know what to say."

At this, Lucifer takes notice of the slight sadness. "About what, Terrorbyte?"

Perhaps [Name] was much more inebriated than they should be because they reply without considering who they're talking to, "About [RO]."

One of Lucifer's hands twitch.

"Iiii like them." The words coming out of [Name] is a bit slurred, drawing out the first word. Then [Name] is chuckling, a forlorn smile on their face. "I like them loads! I don't feel all that lonely with them..." [Name] closes their eyes and another laugh escapes them, more in defeat than humour. "But...they're not interested in me. They're not."

"That's not true, [Name]."

They tilt their head to him, eyes halfway open but the forlorn smile is still there. "'Course it is. Who..." Their eyes begin to droop, the drowsiness weighing on their expression. "Who would...want someone like...?"

Their words trail to a stop and [Name] shuts their eyes as they drop their head upon Lucifer's shoulder, who watches the sleeping expression on their face. The man sighs through his nose, bringing his arms to wrap around their shoulder and under their knees before picking them off the ground with ease.

It feels like back then, when [Name] came home upset about the kids teasing them for having no mother and that she 'ran away from trouble'. They tried not to show it, but Lucifer knew how much that hurt [Name].

There was a likelihood of them forgetting about this or pretend like it never happened. He wants to discuss this with them, but the circumstances is just too delicate. Even if he provides reassurance, it's highly probably that [Name] seeks more from the one person causing such self-depreciation: [RO].

It's times like this that he, too, wishes Perida to be alive too. It's a longing that persists, a pain that never goes away.

But he has to be strong. For the three of them.

#silverking #snippet #Lucifer #MC

[bloodyhoon]

the love club [ch 9]

genre: high school fanfiction, love triangle (park sunghoon x female!reader x sim jake) angst, fluff.

warnings: crying, mentions of death, kissing. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 2.7K

masterlist.

Two years had passed since a part of you began to feel alone and incomplete. Since you felt that your life had lost a part of its colors, a part of your shine had gone out and a part of your heart had gone with your mother, who had left two years ago. And every day you missed her with every fiber of your body to a level that you felt your body tear with pain at not being able to be in her arms, sometimes you wanted to scream and cry when you realize how you were slowly forgetting what it felt like to hear her voice, what her smell was like, what it was like to be in the warmth of her embrace. And her beautiful face. You felt that you were being punished, perhaps in another of your lives you had done something so serious that you deserved this suffering and for a long time you begged and you apologized to the universe for that, although you didn't even know why. If you had the opportunity to make a wish, that would be go back in time and stop just before the moment when that car crashed into the bus where your mother was traveling the afternoon they took her life was taken from her without warning.

Coming out of your thoughts, you clung to the blanket in your arms and hugged it tightly while with a sigh your eyes were lost on the pastel green wall of your room. That was the blanket your mother had knitted for you while she was waiting for your birth. You thought about everything and at the same time you were lost, alone and helpless. It was always like this, on the first anniversary of your mother's death you hadn't left your room for about two weeks, your father did everything possible to help you get ahead and you just refused to exist. Faced with those memories, you felt sorry for your father, he was suffering in the same way as you and yet he appeared strong and gave you the strength to continue. You felt selfish and embarrassed to look into his eyes, but he always held you in his arms and told you that everything was okay and that you weren't alone, and you had never done the same for him.

Over time, things got better and you moved on, you both moved away and you were enjoying the life you were living now, but you knew that eventually this day would come and you would return to that darkness that consumed you at that time. Your father had returned to Japan three days ago when he noticed that you were handling the situation well, offering to go with him to visit your maternal family and worship your late mother, but you still weren't ready to let her go so you refused, your father of course didn't insist and just left, contacting you all the time to make sure you were safe and well. Three days passed in which you had not left your house, you had not attended classes and you barely talked to your friends. You were hurting and you needed time, you didn't want to sit in front of your friends and fake happiness when you didn't feel it and you didn't want them to feel obligated to grieve with you either.

Your phone began to vibrate on the nightstand, when you see the screen, it marked around midnight and the name "Jaeyun" was blinking, illuminating everything around you. You hesitated for a few seconds as you watched the incoming call, but a part of you just said that you should answer and not make your friends worry, show them that you were not really bad as they thought and that little by little you were starting to be okay again. It would be selfish not to give even signs of life.

"Hello?" Your voice was a little hoarse and congested from crying the previous few days, so you cleared your throat quietly.

"Y/n, thank god" Jaeyun sounded worried "I know you're not having a good time, I'm sorry for bothering you, but I really wanted to hear from you after so many days. In fact, we all want to know about you, Yeji hasn't stopped asking how you feel and Riki no longer knows how to stop her from going to your house."

"I'm fine, Jaeyun" you were moved by his words and tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. "You don't have to worry, I'm just sad. I need some more time to myself to cope with this, I'll be much better soon."

"I understand" the boy remained silent for a few seconds. "You really don't want me to come see you? Maybe being accompanied will make you feel-"

"No" you were much colder than you intended. "I promise I'm fine, please stop worrying." The boy sighed a little frustrated on the other side of the line and nodded to himself, realizing that he didn't have to insist.

"Listen y/n, I know that sometimes words don't help much, but you will be okay, eventually it will stop hurting and you will learn to live with this, you are a great and strong girl, I assure you that your mom is proud of you. We are all proud of you, never doubt it."

Those words made some accumulated tears fall down your face, but you concentrated on breathing deeply trying to control your altered emotions, Jaeyun knew perfectly well that you were crying and it broke his heart not to be there with you to hold you warmly in his arms.

"Thank you Jaeyun" your voice sounded tiny compared to always "I really appreciate it."

After a few more words, the boy cut the call making you promise that if you needed anything or anyone you would call him without hesitation and he would be there for you in just a matter of minutes. You felt your heart warmed by Jaeyun's kindness and tenderness, not being able to believe that someone like him existed in the world and that he was there for you. Surprisingly, you felt comforted and a little more encouraged than other times, thinking that the year was not being so difficult thanks to the company of your friends.

A couple of hours passed in which you continued with your lost gaze on the wall, your father had called you too and you had talked for a few minutes before he said that he would return the next day, please take care of yourself and call him if something happened to you, or if you just needed to talk. You decided to get out of your bed and take a hot bath, your body ached from the tension you had carried the last few days in which you had been curled up in your bed living with your sadness as best you could. The clock showed 2am and you were already ready to go to sleep when a notification flashed on your phone screen with a message.

Sunghoon: how you feel?

You were a little surprised to receive that message, the black-haired boy had been the only one to not call you or ask about you apparently, so the message was a little sudden and at that time it was even more so.

You: i'm fine.

You didn't have anything else to say and you didn't feel like you could express much by message, so you just locked your phone and left it on your bed, it was only a few seconds until it rang again.

Sunghoon: can you go out for a second?

You raised your head suddenly and looked at the door of your room for a moment, then you just ran down the hallway directly to the entrance, and stopped dead, hesitating for a few seconds. Was he playing with you? It was late and the night was colder than normal, there was no way he would be at the door of your house at that time. But without thinking about it anymore, you gathered courage and opened the front door of your house. Park Sunghoon was actually standing in front of you in the cold night, dressing as casually and comfortably as possible as if he came straight from home. He had a worried look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" You couldn't hide your nervousness and trembling voice.

Sunghoon scanned you quickly with his eyes and you felt embarrassed because you were wearing plain gray pajamas, your long hair was darker because it was wet falling on your shoulders, your face was quite pale and your eyes were a little puffy. Your eyes showed the sadness you were hiding and the image completely destroyed his heart.

"I-" he didn't know what to answer you, he had really only decided to show up at your door after Jaeyun told them that he had talked to you hours before. It wasn't enough for him to be told that you were fine, nor was it enough for him to ask you by message, he needed to see you with his own eyes and that's when he realized that you really weren't fine as you were trying to show, your eyes didn't lie, so he impulsively entered and closed the door behind him, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to his body, hugging you tightly.

You were more than just surprised, your body felt weak and anguish completely invaded you, so you went limp in his arms and cried without being able to contain yourself. It was the first time you cried for your mother in the arms of someone other than your father, in fact, it was the first time you cried in front of another person exposing how broken your heart really was and how all this time you had not needing more than a comforting hug where you could cry. Sunghoon just held you tightly and caressed your hair without saying anything, demonstrating with just an action what no one had been able to with words.

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Silence reigned in your room as you looked at your hands resting on your lap, Sunghoon was sitting in front of you observing every corner of your pretty face while gently removing the loose hair that fell on your forehead. You were both in the comfort of your room after a few long minutes in which you had managed to calm your crying and you felt better. Sunghoon could only look at you waiting for you to want to talk and if you didn't want to talk, he didn't care he would stay there with you in silence until he made sure you smiled again.

"You didn't have to come" you felt ashamed, you didn't think it was necessary for everyone to worry about you when you had only gotten used to isolating yourself and facing your feelings alone until you eventually kept them inside and felt good again. You also didn't expect yourself to cry like that in front of the black-haired boy, you didn't expect that his hug would release your hidden feelings so much.

"Yes, I had to" Sunghoon continued stroking your hair, with his other hand holding one of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. "You don't have to face your pain alone, you have many people caring about you ready to let you cry with them. I am one, that's why I am here. You don't have to be ashamed, if you feel like you want to cry you just have to do it so you can feel better." Sunghoon's tone of voice was soft and his words pierced the deepest part of your heart, you just nodded to his words silently.

"You can cry all you want" Sunghoon continued, "And if you feel like you've cried enough, then we can just stay silent, but I won't leave you alone."

"Hoon" the boy's eyes shine brightly at that simple nickname that he was used to, but that sounded so good coming from you "Thank you"

"Why are you thanking me like I'm doing you a favor?" the boy denied and smiled kindly at you "I'm doing this because I want to, I really had a hard time not coming sooner. I was desperate to see your pretty face and I was scared that you were going through this difficult time alone."

His hands cupped your cheeks and both of your gazes met. Sunghoon's eyes were sincere, with a small smile gracing his lips and you felt your heart beat rapidly at the complete attention the boy was giving you. You felt that Sunghoon's eyes were so expressive that a simple look told you everything that his mouth didn't, you felt accompanied and above all you felt comfortable, you felt that you could hold his gaze even though before it caused you so many nerves. Sunghoon looked doubtful for a few seconds as he looked into your eyes, then he looked at your pink lips, your face was flushed from crying, but he also knew that it wasn't just because of that and he really tried not to say what was going through his mind, but he felt like he couldn't help it.

"I really want to kiss you right now," those words came out almost as a whisper as he pressed his forehead to yours. He didn't doubt it, he had that idea in his mind for a few weeks, when he began to notice things in you that he never noticed in anyone else, when he began to see you with different eyes and his heart raced when you showed him your smile.

“Then do it” you replied and closed your eyes tightly, feeling shy.

Sunghoon moved slightly away from you, taking the time to continue looking at your face so closely after hearing that answer. You opened your shiny eyes and felt embarrassed when the black-haired boy did nothing but stare at you blankly, but in a matter of seconds he brought a hand to the back of your neck and firmly attached his lips to yours. You were startled as you were beginning to think that he would not kiss you and you put your hands on the boy's shoulders without hesitation, Sunghoon hugged your waist, lifting your feather-light body and pulling you closer to him. He kissed you with passion and firmness, for some reason you felt as if you had waited for that moment all your life and that his lips fit perfectly with yours, made to be together. You hugged his shoulders and let yourself go, you felt on cloud nine and as if you were in the right place and with the right person. You felt an inexplicable connection while your lips moved in rhythm without wanting to separate even though you knew you had to. Sunghoon lightly squeezed your waist and broke off that passionate kiss, he knew that if you continued kissing like that it wouldn't all end with a simple kiss.

"Y/n-" he said your name in a breath, still with his lips brushing yours and his eyes closed, not daring to let the moment go. You didn't know what led you to react that way, but you attached your lips to his desperately again as you moved closer to his body, almost climbing onto his lap, Sunghoon stifled a moan at your initiative and wrapped both his arms around your waist as the kiss deepened again. The atmosphere was beginning to change and get hot, he knew that if he didn't really stop at that moment, then he never would, so once again with difficulty separated from you and held you in his arms tenderly while he left a few last short kisses on your lips, feeling guilty for stopping "wait, wait."

"I'm sorry" you didn't know why you were apologizing when suddenly the situation hit you and you felt ashamed of what had happened, Your eyes were still closed tightly while the boy looked at you with a smile, then hugged you gently and left light caresses on your back with tenderness. Sunghoon laughed softly at how embarrassed you looked and you melted into his arms at the sound, hiding your face in his chest and not wanting to look into his eyes again.

"You don't have to apologize, pretty," he replied, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face, "just... it's not the time, you're not thinking clearly and I don't want you to feel bad later.

Both of you stood in silence with your bodies hugged together, your breathing a little irregular like your heartbeats as you processed everything that had happened minutes before. Neither of you expected things to turn out that way, but you both felt comforted and fulfilled with yourselves. Your heart was beating irregularly and not only because of the hectic moment, but because you couldn't believe what had just happened and how you felt so calm, being that it was Sunghoon, the boy who managed to make you nervous the most with the slightest action. You put some of your sadness aside for the rest of the time and Sunghoon felt happy to be next to you, hugging your body tightly, not wanting to let you go.

n/a: there aren't many chapters left until it ends. fun not so funny fact I had this story in drafts for almost two years but I never thought about publishing it because it was never my favorite story written by me, my study friend encouraged me to leave it free haha. right now it doesn't feel like something I wrote, compared to the way I write now but I grew fond of it a little

tl: @minhypenreblogs @deobitifull @youresolivlie @oneheart-break @lol6sposts

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #jake enhypen #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #jake scenarios #jake imagines #enhypen fanfiction

[nerfpuncher]

HAPPY MAY THE 4TH Y'ALL!!

I'd like to tell yall a story.

As well all know, 3 years ago today The Bad Batch premiered. We were in the thick of Tritcale Harvest (like we are now lol). I was too excited to wait till I got home to watch. So I propped my phone up on the tractor steering colum, used my head phones, and watched the pilot while driving tractor. It was wonderful.

At the same time, my big red mare was over due to foal by two weeks. She could release the hostage at any time. I had checked on her at 4am when I left for the field, she showed no signs of foaling.

A surprise bout of rain at 10am shut us down that day. So I went home and drove out to check her just in case.

This is what I found

He was dry, standing and nursing. I'm guessing she had him not long after I had checked in the morning.

A perfect clone of his mother right down to the star on his head. After a few days, when he mother would nicker, he would too.

So of course he had to be named Echo❤️

In the same way I have loved this show over the past 3 years and watched the fandom grow, I watched Echo grow as well.

He is curious and kind. First to meet you at the gate when called. He is playful by nature, stealing hats, gloves, or anything else left unattended.

He is a fast learner with more try than any other horse iv started (and iv started a lot of colts)

Anyway

A few days ago, I once again left my house at 4am, propped my phone up on the tractor steering colum, and watched the series final the same way i did when it first aired. It was so bitter sweet.

Then as if it was meant to be, a suprise bout of rain hit at 10am, and shut us down again.

I figures I only had one choice.

A few days shy of his 3rd birthday, I put the first ride on my ARC trooper in training. I felt how he moves under saddle for the first time.

He is a horse that very few ranchers get to ride in their lifetime. He is brave in the face of the unknown. Calm in the chaos. Everything I want in a cow horse and then some. I can only imagine him 5 years down for road

My how he has grown into his name

Why did I feel the need to write all this?

While our favorite show has ended, Echo here will live another 25 years with me if I'm lucky.

And every time I swing my leg over him, I'll think of this wonderful fandom iv come to be apart of. Of the artists and writers who put their hearts and souls into their work for us to enjoy. I'll think of the amazing people I got the privilege to know and call friends. ❤️

I'll think of all the Echo posts. Funny and angsty alike.

So while the show my have come to a bitter sweet end.

I'll have my sweet Echo to remind me of why I fell in love with the show and fandom in the first place ❤️

#the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #tbb echo #the bad batch fandom #has been a blessing to me #i need everyone to know this #yall are amazing

[kyskaisen]

reflections; maki x reader

:pretty when you cry

:master list

You were distraught.

You'd reached out to another special grade sorcerer—one that never went on any missions and traveled around the world. A woman—Yuki Tsukumo. She was pretty, with comical blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. She had an athletic build—Maki had a little more muscle than she did—though she was much taller, probably around 5'10. Yeah, she was pretty (but Maki was prettier).

Her apartment in Shibuya was always cold because she was never paying her bills, so you had to huddle up in a blanket she'd pulled from her closet the night you reached out. You were lucky—she was just landing in Tokyo. When you told her your story—with much disdain and even melancholy in your voice—she was suspicious at first, but she knew you were just a child.

Yuki sat down on the couch parallel to the one you're huddled up on, crossing her legs and one arm around the back. "You gonna get up and get a life or stay depressed in my apartment forever?"

You hugged your knees to your chest as you stayed frozen under the blanket—it was keeping you warm, you weren't cold; you were frozen in a daydream, playing memories in your head like a movie. Memories of your friends, memories of Maki, back when you didn't have the weight of the world over your shoulders.

Yuki sighed, running a hand through her long hair, "Girl problems can't be what halts you as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, kid. I get that you're in love, but...maybe you two weren't meant to be."

And that's what makes your heart ache in your chest—reaching sensitive pinpoints of you that only beforehand Maki could reach. It's not pleasant—it's not warm, it's not giddy, it's not like how Maki reached you—it's cold, it's sharp, it's not like Maki.

Knowing you might not—will not, because this is the Jujutsu world, where untimely deaths and heartbreak are inevitable—ever end up being with Maki, in a far away fairytale land where neither of you have to worry about a single curse ever again. Spending the rest of your happy days in a cabin in a forest—filled with positively flowing rivers, healthy trees, prospering wildlife—being with each other instead of against each other.

She sighs again and leans forward, her elbows on her knees. The dim light from the Blue Hour barely shown into the room, you were barely visible, but your cursed energy level was enough to make out your body lying on her couch.

"Do you think she's worth sulking on my couch for?" She asked again, more quietly this time and with more sympathetic eyes. Your brain chemistry fired in your brain when you looked at her—your eyes were practically empty, not even a little bit of light seen in them.

"She's so beautiful," you finally let out—your voice scratchy from silently crying when her presence wasn't around. "She's like a warm sun on a cold winter day. She's one of those girls you'd see at the gas station while you're in an outfit you didn't care about. She's rough at first— she's a little mean with her light banter—but she's nicer after a while. But she was never mean to me. She was just as stubborn with me as she was with everyone else, but she was always her nicest to me. She has this little dimple on her left cheek that always comes out whenever she's getting a good laugh at something. Her smile—it was handcrafted by God, I tell you—"

"Now I'm startin' to miss her," Yuki giggles, grinning cheekily as she pops her thumb and lets out a soft sigh. "I met a guy who was in your shoes, about 10 years ago and some change. He had the face of a hopeless man, and maybe he was. I heard about him killing a big fat handful of people, even his own parents."

You watched and listened with a flat expression—that sure sucked for the victims and his parents, though you didn't have the heart to care. You shuffled in the blanket, adjusting it and pushing your head further on the pillow.

"Well that sucks."

"What I'm saying is, Y/n," she sighs. "Don't let yourself fall down that same path. It got him killed because of his beliefs. Don't get yourself in trouble and killed just because things are dark for you."

But that's your whole idea. The whole point was to make yourself be as bad as everyone else back home hears— getting in trouble, causing all sorts of problems, maybe going as far as killing people.

"I...I can't," you frown. "She already hates me. She told me herself to leave. I can't go against her wishes."

"Do you really think she means that, or was she just angry?" Yuki lifts an exaggerated eyebrow at you. Your eyes dramatically flit over to meet hers, almost glaring at her—at the fact that you know she was angry, but you listened anyways simply because you wanted to look as heartless as Nobara or Naoya or Megumi or Panda did.

"I still can't go back," you finally say—deflecting her question off to something different. "Not after how things went down, everyone else will see me as some sort of heartless piece of shit."

"But if ya don't go back, then you might actually be what you think you are. Who cares if they see you as an asshole? Everyone sees me as an asshole, I don't give a damn."

"Does that go without saying you're also a bit of a loser?" You look up at her once again, earning a lovely middle finger from her. "You don't even pay your bills."

Yuki rolls her eyes and flips you off again, stepping up from her couch and looking down at the lump of blankets. "How do you plan to get her back if you can't even peel yourself off my couch?"

"I'm going to," you grumble, pulling the blanket over your shoulder again and shutting your eyes. Yuki scoffs, rolling her eyes once again and walking towards the door with heavy steps.

"Just do somethin' today. Don't rot on my couch forever."

She opened the door, stepping out and shutting it with a strong slam, leaving you wrapped up in a blanket of your own despair.

———

The air was cold—unbelievably cold from your spinning ceiling fan going a million miles an hour, adding wind to the cold like insult to injury. Blankets did nothing to soothe her—they still smelled like you, even when the fabric was stained with warm droplets of salty tears and her shivering breath.

Your bedroom walls were still that same old faded manilla color—Maki couldn't even identify it from the first time she walked in. Your fan has been running nonstop since you first arrived last year—she fret that it might fall off in this frigid weather. She wondered if the blades were sharp enough to pierce any part of her, if it meant she would get even a glimpse of the pain she's imagining you're going through right now—or if the blades were too dull and she would never get a peek of you, even emotionally from a distance.

Your rubix cube—the shining white, the dark red on the side— remained untouched, she'd been staring at it for hours wondering if you actually did solve it or if it was given to you like it came straight from the box from how straight the cube looked. Surely it was cold, like the wind, the air, the blankets she was laying on. The white color—still fresh and even reflecting the minuscule amount of moonlight and shining in her eyes a light so dim to her she couldn't see even with her glasses on.

Everything was dark— literally and figuratively. The lights were out, as were probably everyone else's. The only source of light was from the full moon that shone through spaces in trees and reaching your window—if it even was yours anymore.

Maki's usually soft cheeks were stained with tear streaks, her eyes were glossy and red and swollen—she looks as if she'd smoked a pound of weed (maybe that's what she needs). Her head was on your pillow, careful not to rest or move in the wrong spot lest she ruin the dent of where your head always lay at night when life wasn't giving her heart (and yours) a rough toe poked kick. Her fingers clenched the blanket, holding on so desperately to your scent that was keeping her sane in a world of many emotions she was too young to feel all at once and all alone.

Her hiccups had filled the room for hours, even in her power naps she would take simply because her head was spinning from all those tears. Not a single gap left in her mind was big enough for her to worry about whether anyone heard her helpless cries or not. It was the least of her worries—her sobs were cries for help, not just from Panda or Nobara or Yuta; cries for your help, your comfort, your love—or if this was what your love felt like then she was crying so desperately to break free.

When the morning sun rose to welcome to pitiful world with its open arms, her eyes became glossy again—it meant it was another day without you. Her body withered every second the sun lit up the now orange sky, shining in her tear-stained glasses that she'd effortlessly taken off, letting them rest on your blanket. She was the one closing her eyes and finally tucking under your sheets, the warmth encased her body but not her heart.

"Zenin-senpai! Let's go for a run!"

Of course it was Yuji—who else would be up and peppy at the ass crack of dawn like him? Maki glared at your door as she listened to the heavy pitter patter of his footsteps clacking against the wooden floors, echoing around the hallway of the girls dorms. She frowned, feeling completely drained of herself after crying the whole night and staring at little parts of your room because that's how much she paid attention.

She idly sat there in your bed, looking back at her glasses before groggily picking them up with weak fingers. Your sheets wiped off her lenses, removing her tears and cleansing them in hopes of seeing her own life through another pair instead of the ones she watched you leave in.

"Coming," she grumbled, reluctantly sitting up in your warm bed, staring at the wall with hooded, swollen eyes. She put her glasses on, squinting at the sensitivity of her temples and rubbed her forehead gently with her fingers.

She slipped up from your bed, strolling over to your closet and opening up the closed doors, immediately taking out your hoodie that you got for your birthday last year when everyone was handing out presents—Gojo was the one who got it, because no one had the kind of money to afford a hoodie comfortable enough aside from him. Maki was simply the messenger.

She slipped on your hoodie, squaring her shoulders and opening your door to find Yuji skipping around the hallway with a giddy grin on his face.

"Good morning, senpai!" He beamed at her as she stood there in your doorway (which he had no idea was yours). He couldn't see the redness in her eyes so he couldn't question it when Maki squinted at the sight of him.

"Morning," she muttered, closing your door and gripping your doorknob extra tightly as if giving you one last kiss before going away for the day to come back bearing gifts.

"How'd you sleep, senpai?" Yuji asked as the two of them started walking down the hall. Maki blinked the tiredness out of her eyes, "Fine," she lied so very obviously.

Yuji looked at her pointedly and noticed a redness around her eyes, "Your eyes are tinted...have you been crying, senpai?"

"No," she frowned again. "It's none of your concern."

"Ok," Yuji pouted as they both turned the corner to find Nobara and Megumi at the exit of the building. Maki lifted a brow as if to openly question what they're both doing up.

"I asked those two if they wanted to come yesterday," he chirps, unknowingly answering her lingering question and glancing at Maki shuffling on the wooden floor with her hands in her pockets. "You guys ready?"

"Barely."

"Yup," Nobara answered bluntly, turning away as Yuji approached the other two. Down the hall was Panda and Toge shuffling along, waddling in their own direction as they face Maki with grins on their faces.

"Yo, Maki!"

"It's too early for that, Panda," she turns away with narrowed eyes and a frown, earning a sigh from the animal, his shoulders slumping slightly. He speeds towards her, resting his furry arm on her shoulder.

"You gonna train today?" He cheekily grins as he lowers his head to her height, earning a sharp glare from her. "No."

"Salmon," Toge comments, lifting his eyebrows. "Mustard leaf?"

"No," she answers again, this time more aggressively, with gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows and sharp eyes. "It's none of your business."

"We're your friends, Maki. We need to know what's going on with you, too."

"Nothing is going on! Everything is fine, Panda! I can't get annoyed because of everyone asking and repeating the same bullshit question every damn day?!"

Everyone pauses at her sudden outburst, turning their heads unanimously to glance at her with curious eyes and blank faces, staring at her like she had 2 heads. Maki looks around at everyone with knives in her eyes, her hands balled up into fists as her nails dig into her palms and leaving behind welts in the shapes of crescents on her skin.

She clenches her jaw when she sees everyone's faces, her heart dropping, the look in their eyes making her chest tighten. It's almost suffocating, the look that everyone gives her, like her very existence is lighter fluid for judging, even if they say they're not she would never believe them. She doesn't know what to believe anymore— if one person lied to her then how many others did?

"Let's just drop it. Nothing's going on, end of discussion." She speeds past them with a furious look on her face, stomping through the hallway with heavy feet, leaving the atmosphere a dreadful mess of suffocation and anger.

———

The sun wasn't shining very much, with clouds rolling in. Every now and then you would feel a single drop touch your skin or your hair while you were outside. It tickled for the split second that it fell out of the sky, but then it dried almost as fast as it landed.

You went inside eventually. You sat in a bar stool—not the same bar you went to when you spilled the secret to Mai—you couldn't do that, the kind bartender there could be working his shift. You forgot his name, but you knew it was close to Maki's. Maybe that's what made you choose another bar—the similar names that would keep you at least a little closer to Maki.

Your heart was racing—you were about to do something irreversible, something you couldn't repent from even if Maki was a goddess. Your palms were clammy, sweat was running down your neck and damping your hair. Your leg anxiously bounced whilst your foot rested on the footrest down the middle of the stool.

Any minute now—if you could get your act together and just play it cool—your cursed technique would go off. The whole room would be covered in a smoke—a cursed spike would release from the dark mist and shoot through one of the glasses sitting in the bar. The alcohol would ignite the smoke, starting a black fire which would leave you just 3 seconds to escape before it would get to you, too, sneaking down your windpipe and plaguing your lungs with cursed energy, replacing the oxygen. Shoko wouldn't even be able to get it out, all the oxygen would've already been squeezed out and you'd be suffocating the whole way up the mountain.

Harajuku was busy—tons of people were walking about. The police and the fire department would be there in minutes, people wouldn't see you if there's a building on fire. You figured since water won't dowse it that you'd put the fire out yourself once you got out, using your own cursed energy to fan it out until it's gone. That alone would stir up conspiracy theories and get other sorcerers' attention.

Another person walked in—you know because the bell hung over the door jingled loudly. Your heart sped up even more, it made you feel lightheaded. Your hand drifted down to your lap, a ball of cursed smoke swirling in your hand from thin air. No one was looking—you know they weren't, everyone was too drunk to notice the weirdo in the corner with their hand in their lap.

A bartender looked at you with a lifted brow as he slowly approached you, his rag slung over his shoulder. Your brain processed his blond hair too late before the smog filled the bar, the cursed spike shooting through a glass of beer and igniting the smoke. You only sat there for another second before dashing out, your body losing balance and hitting the sidewalk with a grunt. You immediately rolled around to play it off as doing the basic procedure, snapping your fingers in your lap and putting it out immediately.

Like you guessed, people weren't looking at you, they were looking at the fire. The black fire that ignited the entire building and lit it in flames that were toxic to a humans lungs. The sirens were wailing from just a few blocks away, you only had some time to flee from the crowd, so you dashed behind the ally next to it and watched the cop cars and the fire trucks stop in front of it.

You watched as paramedics rushed in there with masks on, watching them rush back out just as quickly with their masks down and fire spewing from their mouths. Your heart throbbed uncontrollably at the sight, watching their bodies fall to the ground and watching the ashes blow in the wind.

Your body shook—nerves were speeding through your body at a hundred miles an hour, filling your every vein and cell with fear as your heart drummed in the cage of your chest. Your breath became ragged, the color was completely drained from your face as you watched body after body tumble out from the building and onto the awaiting ground, where their spirits may stay for the rest of an eternity.

Your head began spinning, pounding, your mind was screaming at you to run away but the image of those bodies—tainted ones with flames that’d licked away at their lives with salted tongues and hungry mouths—you were frozen in your spot. Your throat was dry, going through its own little drought as your mouth hung open. Your eyes were as big as saucers, more white than your irises. Your pupils dilated, turning to pinpoints as the realization finally hit you:

You were a murderer.

You killed people—innocent people, who knew nothing about you.

You’re officially as evil as everyone else thinks you are—if not worse.

With a weak, cracked voice and trembling lips, your throat shaking and your breath hitching, the air almost getting knocked out of your lungs every time you struggled for air, you muttered, “I’m sorry.”

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