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AITA for telling my brother his wife is using him?
This may be long but I want to make sure there is enough info for you to give an accurate judgment. TLDR at the end but I encourage reading the full post
I (25f) have an older brother, J (28m). I also have a younger brother (22m), L. J and I were always close when we were younger then grew apart as we got older, the boys always were close. The year J graduated high school we became close again.
J met his gf A (29-31f, I dont even know how old she is but she's older then J) during college. I remember the first time A came home with him, and she was very sweet but very nervous. We clicked and had a good conversation that lasted hours (we all were at our parents house and us girls had to share a room and the boys did too). Anytime there were holidays we stayed at our parents and did this (big holidays that colleges had off like Christmas and Thanksgiving)
We met up a couple of times and all was fine. It was hard as they lived far away from where we grew up (2-4 hours depending on traffic and routes). Then I moved to the country, about 20 minutes away from them. We met up more often, but only maybe about once every 3 months. No big deal, I was busy working. Then J and A got engaged and it felt like everything changed.
I would invite them to hang out or get dinner, but J and A would make excuses. J would be like "A can't come so we won't make it" even when I said "okay but what if only you came? You're my brother?" He would make excuses. The days they agreed to meet up, suddenly day of couldn't go. He was tired after work, she wasn't feeling good, the car wasn't working. Anything and everything you could think of. I did notice whenever L came to visit me and stay, J and A would always be available to meet up, even if it was last minute.
So I figured...it somehow must be me? And then they got married. And it was beautiful.
Or so im told as it was a private ceremony and I wasn't invited :) I actually was originally told the date, which I asked off of work for, but then I got a text a week prior saying "guess what happened tonight" and then was told they got married. L was there. Our parents and myself were not. A did tell me she didn't feel right inviting our parents if her parents weren't there...but why not me? I was told it was a private ceremony and only L was there as a witness, but one of their friend's posted pictures and it had over 5 different people in them
I tried to let it go but honestly it hurt me and pissed me off and everything kept adding onto it. I have zero clue what the hell i did. I have texted J and asked him point blank if he is mad at me, he would deny. I asked for A's number cause he mentioned she was lonely and had lost friends, I said we could go get our nails done since that's something she likes (I dont but I figured I'd extend an olive branch) he refused to give it to me. It seems its me but again I have zero clue why.
It worsened after me and J got into an argument. They canceled again, and I do know A was having a bought of depression at this time. I understood, as someone diagnosed with depression and anxiety. But J told me I never would understand (A was still going out to places and hanging out with friends, meanwhile there were days I couldn't get out of bed and called into work sick. I know we shouldn't compare mental illness but it seemed like an excuse to me. A also would do things that she has said makes her mental health worse, like reading and watching things that triggers her). The whole reason I wanted to hang out is because I had Christmas gifts from our parents and a few of our childhood friends for them (L was out of the country at this time and had mailed a gift to them). They kept bailing and I tried for TWO MONTHS, I finally delivered the items the week after Valentines.
One of our friends was a baker and TOLD THEM she baked them a cake, special for them because A has dietary restrictions due to a chronic disease. They knew this and it spoiled. So I was upset for my friend, and I lied and said they got it to save her the hurt.
But when J finally told me to drop off the items I blew up at him. We stood outside his house and yelled at each other. He flat out told me to stop being so emotional and that I was letting hormones get in the way of thinking, and that I should understand A being depressed. I did! I yelled at him he should get his head out of his ass and that he is letting down not just me but our friends, especially the baker who has a waitlist and made stuff SPECIAL for them. He didn't thank me for my gift, but texted each individual person for theirs.
That was in 2022. A month after I apologized and he said he forgave me. But nothing has changed. Since then they didn't wish me happy birthday (they called L on his, he is now living with me temporarily, but when I pointed out I didn't get a happy birthday from anyone *literally only one friend wished me a happy birthday and L, even my own parents forgot* A told me I needed to get over myself and that birthdays weren't that important to them so I shouldn't take any offense. I didnt expect them to wish me a happy birthday this year because of that, but my true friends and my parents did remember this year),. They didn't come to my college graduation. I stopped texting J and I hadn't heard a response since. We did see each other this past Christmas coincidentally, not planned as they didn't come to our parents. J was pleasant, A said nothing but watched me the whole time, and I made excuses to leave this Christmas party as I didnt even know they knew the person throwing the party.
I came home early from work this past week and J was visiting L (something J claims he can't do during weekdays cause he works 9-5 during the week...allegedly). J gave me a hug and we all chatted for about an hour, it felt like old times, but then his wife called. It was a smooth conversation then I got brought up, and suddenly A needed J back home immediately. He bailed on dinner plans he and L had (L had spent all day cooking a roast, it was delicious btw and yes L was upset J didn't stay).
I had enough. I called J during his "work hours" on his cell. J answered and I chewed him out. I said our brother was hurt and whatever the issue with me is HAS to stop. If he doesn't tell me whats wrong, I CANT fix it. J told me there was nothing wrong with me and I was reading too into it. I pointed out some of the same instances I listed and he told me I was reading into it. He then accidentally let slip that A didn't want us talking. Which I figured. I blew up and told him A was using him. A was turning him against me and our parents *i am too lazy to go back but he stopped talking to our parents the same time he stopped talking to me but he always talked to L*. I mentioned how she is an adult and if she has an issue with me she needs to tell me, but instead she's a fucking coward. J yelled at me that she has anxiety and I yelled back "bitch I do too! I'm on fucking meds for it" which i know she isnt. J hung up on me.
Not only is everything above an issue, A also: doesn't have a job and only J has the income. Claims its because of her illness, the one that causes dietary restrictions, yet EATS said things even though she knows makes her sick. She won't let J meet up with our childhood friends. A also has stsrted getting J to take edibles with her. If J is tested, it will get him fired from his job. But then she complains he's being a loser if he doesn't do edibles with her.
The kicker is this: A solely used to date women. J is NOT a woman, nor does he want to identify as one. J knows A used to date women, and again tells me I should be more considerate seeing as how I am openly bisexual. However, and I havent told J this, one of the conversations I did have with A after they got married, she told me TO MY FACE "yeah, I never imagined marrying a guy yet here I am." Laughed and I kind of was like oh haha, isnt it crazy how things work out, to which she said "I dont even like men!" Slapped my thigh laughing and continued laughing. I was bewildered and when J had returned and asked what we were talking about we both changed the subject.
I did tell L when that happened and he thought it was weird but we couldn't change anything as they were married. I dont know if I should tell J.
But really I do feel as though A is using J, but now im wondering if I should lay it out more clearly WHY. Or if I should stay out of it. They already seem to hate me, so part of me is like why not go for it. But L is talking me off that bridge (my therapist is also testing me for something that isnt solely anxiety and depression) . I know J is hurt as he told L such, and part of me feels bad I yelled, but also the rest of me wants to key his fucking car and tell him to shove it up his ass and ban him from seeing L at my house as it is MY house even though L is living there
AITA?
TLDR: I yelled at my brother his wife is using him as she doesn't have a job, always falls back on her mental and physical illness yet does things to make them worse, and has also told me she doesn't like men (she used to exclusively date women prior to my brother).
What are these acronyms?
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thepocket221 · 1 year
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I have brought you Finn headcanons!
Finn is part French
He even speaks French!
Somtimes he calls you little names in French
Big Hozier fan
Also a Harry Styles fan
Terrible at combat video games but puzzle and indie games he's good at
Hes a mf old man
He crochetes little sweaters for you and him
Also to mention
He dances in the kitchen with you with the record player on <33
Soft snoring boy
Sleep talker also
Hes surprisingly strong Also
Its cuz He lifts flower pots for a living He says
This is canon but he is a very good cook
He knows all of the best small cafes that aren't very known in town
He is very good with kids!
Hes very awkward at first but then if the kid says, "You have very pretty hair, It's like a princesses hair!" He smiles and let's them play with his hair
One time you walked into him and his nieces doing his makeup
*Finn has bright red lipstick on and blue eyeshadow on with one girl doing his hair and the other doing his makeup*
"Oh hi love!"
The girl doing his makeup: "Quit moving and look at me uncle Finn!"
"Oh I'm sorry!
Ig that's one way to end it-
USER 0lliel0vesfr0gs YOU HAVE THE SAME NAME/NICKNAME AS MY LISTENER FOR FINN I SHIT YOU NOT /pos
ALSO THANK YOU FOR THESE😭🤲🤲 THEYRE ALL SO <333
(usually for hc posts i try to have art i’ve made to go along with it BUT I DONT DRAW FINN ENOUGH <//33 well, i do, but it the scribbles don’t look too well (to me at least) so i do not post them <//3 /lh /nm but until i have finn art i’m proud of:
in return, here are some of my finn hcs!!
on the topic of what type of phone games/games in general he would play: he’s a king at sudoku.
crosswords too!!
he’s so smart, i love him dearly <33
maybe he tried a dating sim once but it did not go well for him
other than that, he definitely would play RPGs (and before ANYONE SAYS IT, based on my personal experience, i’d say finn’s more of an animal crossing fan compared to stardew.) and is the type of guy to overthink the choices he’s given in game. he doesn’t look the answer up, but oh boy is it tempting,, “if i go with this option, it will ruin my relationship with this character :(“ babes they’re not real🫶/lhj
storyteller finn however, would love stardew valley. the mystical aspects would be his favorite.
deadass would forget you can date someone bc of the lore.
anywho, back to garden variety💪🫶‼️
BUFF FINN IS SO TRUE ACTUALLY
i would like to believe he has thick thighs
but may i raise you: muscle chub finn.
somehow is seymour AND audrey as far as personality. idk how he does it but oh sweet heart <//33
also imagine him saying the most cryptic stuff when he’s sleeping. like bro are you just saying words or are you plagued with the murder of someone,, /lhj
i’m also a finn hot freaks fan truther🫶🫶 /pos
maybe he can also play piano
“fuck you joint pain!! i do what i want!!” (his ass did NOT take his pain meds and regrets his decision)
in reference to bunny finn, garden variety finn would have a pretty big family. he’s second oldest
the type of fellow to to squint his eyes, move his glasses down slightly, and bend back a little bit to see something someone’s showing him on their phone
also the type of fellow to never wear shorts unless they’re cargo shorts.
also gives him chronic pain bc i have chronic pain😼
decked out his mobility aide with various stickers gifted to him by his little nieces and nephews
in public he uses a cane and a wheeled walker.
doesn’t use one at work (like a silly goose) and regrets it
definitely forgets his braces as well
has especially terrible wrist, knee, and hip pain
ALSO WHAT IF HE CROCHETED LITTLE SWEATERS AND SCARVES FOR HIS LITTLE NEICES AND NEPHEWS TOO
you can’t tell me he wouldn’t spoil them
also goes to all of their recitals, ball games, award ceremonies, plays, literally any and every after school event. he loves those little goobers and wants to support them!!
also embarrasses the shit out of them as well!!
“hey remember when-” “UNCLE FINN, PLEASE NOT NOW OH GOD IT’S MY GRADUATION”
people who crochet are so cool and epic like actually‼️‼️/g /srs
methinks this is canon but he probably doesn’t have a lot of friends; at max he has 2-3.
jack ofc being his bestie
they have sleepovers you can’t change my mind /lhj /nm
who says i can’t make every character autistic?? i’m the nd doing the coding here!! /pos /lhj
could just be me but he definitely has a male/masc preference
GUYUH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I LOVE TALKING ABT HIM TOO ILL DEFINITELY DRAW HIM MORE🫶🫶
okay that’s it, goodbye and stay safe🫡‼️‼️
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2023
i find it amusing that i seem to come here when the year starts/ends.
2023 has been a ride. i can't believe 12 months flew by just like that. i suppose i stopped the habit of journaling, simply because i was writing so much academically - processing my thoughts on words felt like a chore. i do think that it is note worthy to pen down what happened in 2023 - so here goes. in 2023, i....
- wrote a thesis (!!!!) - extended my internship at club rainbow singapore - competed for nationals, ended up being first - carried on for Singapore Opens, ended up being second (thats lke 3 months of training non-stop) - 60% OF THE TEAM CAME TO CHURCH. (12 pax!!!!!!) - 14 day grad trip to bali - mission trip to sri lanka - surfed for the first time, loved it so much i went back again in oct - 28 day trip: beijing -> korea -> singapore -> bali. biggest flex was the $800 flight tickets - graduated!!!!!! - family trip to korea - went for ONE job interview and got it. - started dating (!!) got a boyfriend (!!!!!!!) it's funny because i would never imagine myself dating someone like Gerard. he was a catholic, he did not know the Lord, he is non-chinese, and he is the only child. it totally goes against most of what i believe in. but yet, he loves so willingly, serves quickly. he is quick to listen, and slow to speak. he reflects with humility, and is always quick to apologise first. he treats me well and right, and accepts me for who i am. he cares to improve himself all the time, never challenges my argument but only humbly apologises and aims to improve. he makes me laugh, trusts me as his being. he has a teachable spirit, and has a gift of teaching. he connects with the 'weird' and different, yet finds no problem with it at all.
he is everything i never expected myself to date, but yet... everything i realise i could need. i'm not sure yet, to where this is going.
i remember when i went out with Dawson, and though - a charming white man taking me out, treating me 'right', potentially able to fufill me sexually, it still did not sit right with me. one might say its because he does not love the Lord and while that might be true - i find myself thinking about Gerard for loving me as i am.
Gerard knows my love for the Lord. i dont have to hide it. i can be honest with him, and myself, and he embraces it all. he does not think its weird (i think haha) and even tries to meet me at my level. he might not know the bible in depth like a scholar does, but his heart speaks differently. Gerard is willing to take me as i am. i dont have to change anything, act differently, or become another person. i came as i am, and he liked that.
thats why, i concluded someone like Dawson does not seem appealing. To love one as they are, seems like a gift almost. But i remember telling the Lord, i want to hold onto this loosely because i am unsure where this is going. i appreciate the company, enjoy the plays, the highs and the lows - maybe even the lust a bit too much, but yet i am unsure if i want to stay committed to this.
i am concerned because what if im tying myself down? what if i'm actually not as interested?
but recently, i catch myself staring at him thinking, 'how can someone like this, like me as i am?' i am uncertain where this is going. but i know i would still want to try, regardless. he brings me a certain company i cannot find anywhere else, and i am thankful for that. i told him i'd give this 6 months. i gagged at him when he asked me to be his girlfriend. to which - all of it, he was still okay. he's willing to try. he wants to make it work.
i am not sure if i do too. but yet, i am confused where my hesitations lie.
'this is a good one. dont let it go. if it was so easy to find god-loving men, everyone would have been attached now.'
someone said this to me the other day, and i was asking myself if i have been lying to myself if i couldnt admit this. he truly loves me, and i know that. i was also told to have a few dealbreakers to access how this relationship is going.
How is his walk with God? is it growing? does he love the Lord?
family involvement. how has acceptance into his family been?
of course, no.1 truimphs it all. i am not sure if i would get a response, even in 6 months time. but i know that i am willing to sit through the tough part as he is moulding and refining his walk with God. and i know, i have to be patient on this. So help me God, for i am unsure how and what to proceed. help me to be faithful, to be obedient, to be discerning, to be patient and to be kind. amen.
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shadowjutsu · 5 years
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‘Inserts opinion and random thinking no one cares about’
My brain and mouth can’t say moomin the way it’s spelled when I see it on my dash because my mild dyslexia tells me moonim quickly because when I was younger my moms bastard older brother was married to a very nice young Korean woman named Moonim
and I loved when they came over just because I got to see her and hang out with her I wonder if I can find that picture of us when I was like 3 because after that I never saw her again I’m p sure and also my uncle tried to make it seem like my mom was a horrible mother to get me taken away because moonim wanted kids with my uncle but he didn’t so he crazily thought that I could be that replacement 🙃
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wizisbored · 2 years
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Tell me things about the feral goblin child pls
hell yea the gremlin child. bugebroph. buggie. soup.
so where im at currently, lydia was basically the kidnapping equivalent of an impulse purchase. beetlejuice was just vibing in the living world, hanging out i guess, and realised that this fuckin baby could see him. kid kept pointing at him and saying shit like "a". and he was fuckin obsessed. hell yeah, "a". he decided he liked the kid, so he just kinda... took her. there was some vague justification that he could teach her to summon him at some point in the future, but it was mostly just because hed taken a shine to her and he has awful awful impulse control.
lydia was always aware of the fact that she was stolen from the living. but she was raised on stories of juno and beetlejuice telling her that parents are dumb and she doesnt need them, so she doesnt particularly care. in fact, she thinks her life with beetlejuice - basically being raised as a demon - is much better than any life in the living world could be. all her clothes are conjoured for her by him and grow with her, and he makes her new ones whenever she wants them. up to a certain point she knew him solely as lawrence, since he didnt have any way of getting 'beetlejuice' across to a baby. he heared her parents say her name a few times before he took her, decided he liked it, and kept it. he didnt catch her surname.
she was raised primarily in the netherworld, with beetlejuice smuggling her in and out to bring her with him when he leaves and keeping her hidden. but eventually there comes a point - around 5 or 6 maybe - that shes still too young for him to leave by herself without worrying she'll be found out, but getting too big to easily smuggle. and after a near miss with juno, he decides that she needs to graduate to hiding in plain sight.
his plan basically boils down to 'make lydia a fake id and pass her off as a young demon'. in order to make the cover as convincing as he can, he binds her to a name in the same way he's bound to betelgeuse. he tries finding another star name, gives up, takes a thesaurus to his own name and then messes around with the spelling. hence, bugebroph - pronounced bug-broth. shes a little more particular about the spelling than beetlejuice, which is why i dont write it as bugbroth. its only until after he binds her that he remembers that it will prevent her from using his name to invoke, but he doesnt really care at this point. with her demon name and forged papers shes significantly safer, though beetlejuice still tries to keep her out of juno's sight.
when shes a little older, and hes gifted her a knife, beetlejuice starts leaving her in the netherworld while he visits the world of the living. its mostly due to the fact that shes visible, which complicates things for him. so little bugebroph, lacking even beetlejuice's lax supervision and hanging around the entrance to wait for him, begins making a habit of terrorising the recently deceased. the ghosts who are there regularly, such as miss argentina, come to know and recognise her. a few even know shes alive, but none have the heart to rat her out to juno. if beetlejuice wants to keep a pet breather thats his business, her fake id is convincing enough to let slide, and shes kinda cute in a distincly feral way. nobody brings up her mortality. but after a few too many comments about how she's oddly rosy-cheeked for a young demon - she doesnt get much sun but shes not quite as pale as the dead - she starts wearing masks that cover all or most of her face, just in case the wrong ghost gets too good a look at her. of course, these have the added bonus of aiding in her terrorising of new ghosts. ive sketched a few possible designs for em:
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nobody's keeping track of her age, but shes a teenager when she finally manages to persuade beetlejuice to let her help with a haunt. and that's how she ends up in the home of adam and barbra maitland, shortly after it was purchaced by one charles deetz.
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svtrie · 3 years
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 ↱ COMPETITION !  ↲
pairing; gojo satoru ✗ gn!reader
genre; humor
content warning; strong languange, brief mention of violence.
word count; 1,123
authors note; ah, i hate how you can tell I only made this to get out of my writer's block ^^;; sorry it's a bit shit, trying to gain motivation lately </3 i also hereby apologize in advance for any grammatical errors, made this in minutes. prompt can be found here
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─ you've been rivals with gojo for as long as you can remember, you can't help but feel ticked off whenever he disturbs your fights.
"when the hell did you get here!?"
“i got bored of waiting around for you to kill me so I wanted to see what you were doing.”
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IT'S BEEN awhile since you’ve been feeling the very same adrenaline rush you always felt when fighting curses back in your highschool days ─ the thought of being reminded of your highschool days sent shivers down your spine; it wasn't like something bad happened to you back then, (besides the whole getou choosing another path, you merely chose to forget about it, although it is inevitable) it was just because a face of a gifted white haired sorcerer keeps appearing in your mind whenever you reminisce about your highschool days, and mind you, you hated every fiber of him; which he finds amusing, which just makes you feel more ticked off then ever whenever he tries to strike up a conversation with you.
“Oiii ! Are you even listening to me?!” The snow haired teenager accused a pointing finger at the stoic-faced [Name] ─ in which they only offered the white haired teenager an incredulous look before shoving his finger away harshly in return; imaginary tick marks appearing on the teenager’s forehead.
“Gojo, please just shut up. I’m trying to think of a plan here.” The [hair colour] haired teenager barked as they pinched the bridge of their nose, already feeling a headache coming.
The mentioned ‘Gojo’ let out an exaggerated gasp, “N─No way ! [Name]─ THE [Name] actually thinking for once!?” he lets both of his hands cups his face, as if to emphasize his shock more.
[Name] clenched their hands to fists, resisting the urge to just punch the white haired sorcerer right here and right now.
“Wow! I never thought i’d─”
“AS IF YOU’RE ANY BETTER WITH JUST HEADING HEAD FIRST TO PROBLEMS WITHOUT THINKING OF A PLAN YOU DICKHEA!─” You jumped at the so called ‘strongest sorcerer’ letting out your cursed technique unconsciously.
“Hey ! Atleast i manage to actually finish them ! Unlike yo- AAAH!!” The tall sorcerer screeched as [Name] managed to get by his limitless barrier.
You smirked at the memories, when you first fought with him and managed to land a critical hit on him one or two times; he really thought he was the best til you came in the picture; it didn't take long before he unofficially declared you as his ‘rival’, leading to a lot of childish and unnecessary competitions just to see who could do it best.
Your relationship with the sorcerer was questionable, one moment you both could be just chilling beside each other and then a second later the both of you could be going for each other’s throats.
(Un)fortunately, when you graduated, you got moved to the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College to become a Teacher instead, as the higher-ups requested; you didn't want to agree to it but it did give you freedom from Gojo Satoru, so you grudgingly agreed.
You still competed with the now Strongest Sorcerer, just not as often; since you chose to focus on teaching your students on how to be stronger instead.
This leads on to him texting you on random occasions, asking bribing you to meet up with him and have a match or two; of course, you always agreed ─ You do need to stretch your muscles every once in awhile.
Today was one of those days, the days where he randomly messages you at 5 AM asking if you wanted to spar, like mentioned, you agreed and were on your way til a bunch of special grade curses decided to ambush you.
You muttered profanities under your breath as you stealthily dodged an incoming attack and crushed another curse’s head that tried to sneak up on you.
It seems like there was another curse popping out everytime you defeated one, it's a never-ending cycle.
‘Where the hell did they all come from!?’ Your train of thoughts was disrupted as you felt a familiar cursed energy ─ His cursed energy; you can tell it from miles away, somehow, Gojo’s cursed energy always stuck out like a sore thumb whenever he releases it.
And before you knew it, All the curses that had been surrounding you was gone and smoke filled your vision, you coughed, covering your mouth and nose so you dont inhale the smoke.
A familiar 6’3 figure appeared once the smoke started to disappear slowly, him walking towards you in a childish manner ─ skipping in his steps.
“When the hell did you get here?!” You questioned the blindfolded man, who merely gave a shrug in response before answering;
“I got bored of waiting around for you to kill me so i wanted to see what you were doing.” He sent you a smug grin, a grin that only you knew that translated to a ‘HA, Beat you!’
You huffed through your nose, patting your clothes to get rid of dusts, “I didnt need your help, i was doing fine.”
“Oh really? You looked like you were─” His words cut off abruptly as you sent him a glare, making him motion something that looks like he’s zipping his mouth before throwing the imaginary zipper away.
You narrowed your eyes at him, eyeing the keys he held on his left arm suspiciously as he fake coughed, “Hoora Horaa, you look and smell bad, i brought extra clothes for you to change into and then we can go to that one cafe thats been popular now adays! I heard they selled good─” You abruptly cut him off as soon as you saw sparkles and flowers float around him.
“I came here to spar─”
“Chocolate cakes.” He grinned at you cheekily as he held out his palms out for you, waving it in front of your face.
You stare at him, he stares back; his smile not faltering a tiny bit before you decide to give in.
“...I’m sold”
“Nice ! Its a date then, here, go change now!~” He threw a bag with your extra clothes inside, leaving you to clumsily catch it before it falls.
“HUH!? I NEVER AGREED TO THA─”
“Hurry up ! Dont stall me for any longer than you have!~ Or else I'm gonna drive away without youu!~" He sing-songed.
You quirk an eyebrow, "I thought you didn't know how to drive?─"
"Let's not talk about that, now Shoo shoo, go change!"
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noraszoo · 3 years
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Komorebi (4)
komorebi, p.4
synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you’re so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you’re so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. 
But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that’s part of the problem.
series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six (final)
(THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT IM SO SORRY and this is definitely shorter than the other chapters (which were already short to begin with) but i hope you guys dont mind that!! that was kind of my intention with this series (i think i’ve mentioned it before,,,?) but this took so long to get out in the first place that i feel like it’s a little underwhelming to have a chapter this short 💀💀 but anyways i hope you like it!!! 
pspspspsps check out this post & help me pick what to do for my 200 special pspspspsps)
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Tsukishima thinks that the repetition of his surname ringing in his ears is making him go crazy. Well, crazy is the wrong term. He hasn’t lost his senses yet—he thinks that despite being faced with the daunting wall that is attraction, he’s faring rather well in his day-to-day life. 
You, however, don’t seem to be doing well.
If he’d voiced his concerns to anyone else, he would’ve gotten looks that really solidify the whole “crazy” narrative. You’re perfectly fine on the surface. You’re laughing, giving away more friendship bracelets that line the wrists of his teammates in a steady row and dropping off big white pastry boxes full of cookies and danishes. (“Homemade puff pastry!” He remembers you calling out proudly. “Took me a while to get the hang of it but I don’t think I did too bad!”)
But Tsukishima Kei knows what facades look like. He knows what it’s like to cover up countless feelings and thoughts and words with a blank face and a sarcastic tone. He imagines that using the opposite tactic (one of bright smiles and airy laughs) is somewhat similar. 
He hates to think that he’s the cause of the lack of a crinkle in the corners of your eyes and the scratchy, aching noise of your cello-string-laugh. 
But Tsukishima just does not often know what to say. How to say it. How to categorize the things he feels and send them into funnels where the right words slip out the other end. 
He thinks he’s gotten the first step down pat—he knows he’s attracted to you— (that word is terrible. He pauses and rethinks the terms he can use.) He knows he’s fond of you. Very fond, actually. It’s great that there’s a word for this in his head now. The big issue here, though, is that one word out of five-hundred-thousand is not going to help him figure out how to talk to you. 
So Tsukishima Kei bites. Not like a dog, but like a mosquito. Dogs really only bite when they’re provoked. In truth, he hasn’t been provoked by you—not at all. It’s like he only exists to bite people with no reason and with nothing to provide to society, only leaving pesky, itchy bumps on people’s skin that linger for an annoying amount of time.
The thought is sad. But he thinks it’s accurate. 
He starts off small, like dipping his toes into the water of despondency. His sarcastic remarks sound to start less like sarcasm and more like disdain. It graduates slowly into small insults, ones that sort of slip under the guise of his personality, but he knows that you don’t take it that way. He knows by the way your responses turn into tight-lipped smiles and silent nods. He knows by the way you shift your gaze and furrow your eyebrows and chew the inside of your cheek.
He hates that he knows. He wants to forget about your habits and your voice and your smile and the orchestra of your laughter. The point of this is to forget, he thinks to himself, so why is he still clouded with the faint images of you skipping your feet against the concrete with Shouyo and focusing on the threads between your fingers during lunch as you weave yet another friendship bracelet. 
He watches you do the latter, chopsticks tapping absentmindedly into the content of his bento as he watches you intently. You’re tying off the ends, cutting a shorter thread to make a sliding knot closure. 
The infatuated part of him wonders if you’ll stand up from your table, walk over to his, and hand it to him, slip it around his wrist with glimmering eyes and raised eyebrows and a soft smile. But he’s hoping too much, he realizes as you hand it to Shouyo with a laugh. 
Yamaguchi takes a seat next to the blonde. Tsukishima is aware of his presence but doesn't make a move to glance at him. Yamaguchi sighs. He knows what this is about, and he could say a lot of things to Tsukishima, but thinks his words would be redundant and a simple repetition of Tsukishima’s inner monologue. 
(Tsukishima can handle this, he thinks. It’ll take some time, but he’ll get it eventually.)
You’re reciprocating the distance, the blonde thinks. You’re finally taking his cold remarks personally and pushing yourself away. Tsukishima knows that’s what he intended but the tightening of his lungs and the way his fingers tap rapidly against his desk makes his subconscious reconsider what he’s doing. 
Yamaguchi sighs again. He can’t help it—he thinks the dazed look on his friend’s face is so comically out of character, and he pushes aside his momentary pity to let out a quiet chuckle.
“She’s not just your friend.” He tells Tsukishima. There’s silence at the table for a moment. Tsukishima’s mind whites out for a minute as he tries to understand what Yamaguchi is telling him. 
He hums in response, acting despondent and oblivious. The twitch of his eyebrow gives him away, though. He knows what to do and how to do it, finally—he knows that if he takes enough time to think about it he can finally find the right words to tell you. It’s not the ideal situation to do so, but he guesses he’ll take the chance. 
(He’s strong in his regard until he shows up to school the next day, where a bottle of cold tea and a homemade pastry sits on top of his desk. It’s undeniably you. He feels his eyes start stinging.)
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Protection
*some people might be disappointed because of the title, haha. its not what you think haha. 
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Summary: Reader works for the FBI (BAU lol) and Tom finds out about it and gets in a heated argument and it works out in the end.
A/N: Ok so this has to be me watching way too much criminal minds and wanting crossovers. I am also aware the working there is not what I wrote in here, but I wanted reader to be proud of what she does even if there are risks involved soo yeah. enough about me, hope you enjoy!
Your work was something that was a secret to most of your friends, not that you really had any. No one really knew you worked for the fbi, but that's because you didn't want anyone you love to get hurt. Finding love was hard because you couldn't say what you did for a living. I mean you could but it would be funny to tell someone, “yeah i catch serial killers most of the time how about you?” I mean you would pretty much scare them off.
Throughout the time though, you found that if you say you're a nurse they would believe you and would usually explain why you work all day and night, but when they somehow go to that hospital you said you worked at they suspect you as a liar, you know tricking men that you worked in a hospital to appear “cool ” as they would say. But if only they knew your real occupation. You did get a medical degree, but in a different area, and told your mom you graduated early, but in reality, you were taken into college for your brains, and you took classes in many areas of subjects for your career, and you graduated early, but left with some college debt, which you later paid. Later getting into the academy and being one of the youngest agents in the fbi.
Lucky later the universe was nice to you and brought you someone special. Tom. You met Tom when you were getting coffee on your one day off of the year. Tom noticed how lovely you were, I mean you were just reading a book, but to him you made reading look fun.
He walked up to you and you got to no one another and later on went on a couple dates. You really liked him and you didn't want your little lie to ruin everything, but he had told you he was an actor so it worked well for you, but you felt guilty lying to him. You knew lying to him was terrible, but you really liked him, and if you had to lie to keep him safe, it was worth it.
You were on a case where Tom happened to be shooting a movie. You were talking to some people in the industry business because the case was kinda smuggled in with it. You knew the chances of seeing him were low.
“So is there anyone that could seem, out of line, you know, getting too comfortable with the ladies or even the guys?” you asked the director.
“None that i know of..well actually there is one actress who complained about someone being too comfortable with her, let me get her.” he said as you nodded and called your boss.
“Looks like i got someone, not sure, but i'll let you know what happens.” you say as he agreed and you couldn't believe your eyes. The zendaya was standing right in front of you. You were so shocked. Sometimes this job has its perks.
“Zendaya, this is an fbi agent, agent this is the actress i told you about.” he said you shook hands.
“Hi nice to meet you, I'm agent y/n, i have a few questions if that's okay.” you said as she nodded. You were led to the lunch room where it was lonely so it was easy to talk.
“I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances” you said as she smiled.
“Yeah no worries, i'm just glad there is a way i can help.” she said as you opened the file.
“So this guy who was he?” you said as she tried remembering.
“Well he said he was my character's designer, you know making outfits and even making clothes and small things for the characters.” she said as you nodded.
“Okay, did he give you any gifts? Like jewelry, or even a prop that you weren't allowed to keep.” you asked as she slowly nodded.
“Now that you bring it up he has, he gave me this prop thats a hammer type of thing thats supposed to be from the middle ages.” she said as you nodded.
“Alright did you happen to catch his name.” you said as she nodded giving you a name. You thank her for helping you and luckily got a chance to talk.
“So what's it like being in the fbi? Is it anything like the movies?” she asked as you laughed.
“I mean not really, it's more paperwork than actual field work, but i guess this case is giving me more field work.” you said as you both chuckled.
“So what movie or show are you filming here? I mean if you can tell me.” you said as she nodded.
“It's the new spider man movie, have you heard of it?” she said as your eyes went wide. There was no way you were here. Tom could've seen you.
“Really? I uh, yeah I have, I might see it.” you said as you jumped over your words as she nodded and was called by what you assumed was her assistant.
“Well I have to go, good luck finding this creep,” she said as you nodded.
“Oh wait, here's my card, if anything happens, or if you remember anything.” you said as you handed it over and she nodded.
You then sighed and turned around to only see tTom. You were just staring for about a good minute and you turned around trying to leave the set. He followed you seeing why exactly you were here.  You were trying to get away but he got to you.
“y/n! What are you doing here, love? Did you come visit me?” he asked as you just stumbled on your words.
“I uh, i h-” you said as the director cut you off.
“Agent y/n! Did you end up talking to zendaya?” he asked as you nodded.
“Agent?” Tom said as the director caught up to them as you looked at his emotions change.
“Yeah i did, i should have everything, but please if there is anything you remember or even see these past few days please call me or my team?” you said as he nodded as you gave him a card and Tom just looked at you in confusion.
“Oh gosh I'm so sorry, I should introduce you to our spider man before you go. Tom this is agent y/n, she's working with the FBI on a case here, agent this is tom, you probably know him.” he said as you shook hands with him, you knew he was confused and possibly angry.
“I probably have, I hope your filming goes smoothly. I really should get going.” you said as they both nodded. You left knowing there was gonna be a fight at home.
A week later the case was closed and the creep was taken. You were just glad to go home and sleep, but you knew that wasn't the case. You then got a call, you answered and it was zendaya.
“Agent y/n? Hi this is zendaya. I heard you got the guy.” she said as you sighed.
“Yeah we did and it’s a couple more creeps, they are gonna go away for a long time.” you said as she chuckled.
“Hey I was wondering, if you wanted to go to the premier of the movie? I figured we can say thank you that way, and hopefully become friends?” you said as you knew what this could lead to, but heck one friend couldn't hurt.
“I mean that is if you're allowed to.” she said as you chuckled.
“Yeah i should be, but let me get you back on that to make sure I can go.” you said as you said goodbye.
On the plane ride home, you knew Tom would be waiting for you back home in the living room. As you got there you noticed the light was on. You walked in as expected seeing Tom in the living room. You put your bag down and kicked off your shoes. You walked over to Tom as he was sitting down. You sat across from him as he faced the ground.
“We need to talk.” he said as you gulped.
“Yeah i know.” you said as he looked at you.
“When were you gonna tell me?” he said as you looked down.
“I couldn't.” was all you said as he scoffed.
“You couldn't or you wouldn't tell me? How long were we gonna get away with working as a nurse?” he said as you understood his anger.
“y/n i have been nothing but honest, but you have been lying to me for 2 years! After I told you about my job, you never considered telling me yours!” he said as you looked at the ground.
“I really can't believe you would think you would get away with this! And it's clear to me that you didn't care! You didn't bother telling me.” he said as you looked at him.
“y/n please say something you not saying anything is clear to me that you were never in this relationship. What else have you been lying to me about?” he asked as you cleared your throat.
“I couldn't tell you because my job is dangerous,” you said as he scoffed.
“Please y/n, as if i don't know that. What if you died? Huh what were you gonna tell me then!” he said as you waited for him to calm down.
“Tom I didn't tell you because I didn't want you later being in danger because of me. I was trying to protect you.” you said as cliche as it sounded.
“You don't need to protect me love, you need to be honest with me.” he said as you looked up at him.
“Okay you want me to be honest, then here it is. I'm sorry I don't want to be the reason you die! I'm sorry I don't want to be the reason that your parents will hate me someday because I put your lives in danger. I'm scared that one day I will find you dead on the floor. I'm scared to find your family dead on the floor. If you haven't noticed i dont have any contact with family or friends because I don't want to risk their safety. That is why I lied to you and i'm sorry for yelling.” you said as you looked at him and saw him regret and you tried calming yourself down.
“And I was gonna tell you on my own time and no i didn't think i was gonna get away with this because i knew this exact conversation was gonna happen. And me dying was the last thought I had because I knew you and your family would be out of danger.” you said.
There was a long pause of just silence. Tom was upset, sure, but he never got to understand why you couldn't tell him. He knew your reasons but he wanted to know why.
“I-i am sorry, i'm really sorry i overreacted.” he said as he looked down to the ground and you just half smiled and sat next to him.
“Bubs, it's okay, you didn't know and you found out in a bad way so this is on me.” you said as he shook his head.
“No, it's me too, I'm the one who didn't understand, I should be forgiving you instead of you forgiving me.” he said as you shook your head.
“It's alright really, now you know, and you're gonna know everything I do from now on.” you said as he nodded.
Every couple has their ups and downs, and the downs get you to the ups, and this was one of them.
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ablackfangirlwrites · 4 years
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48 hours
You only have 48 hours left to live and you only want to spend it making the one person you love happy even if that means you don't tell him about you impending fate
Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead
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"Let's go out eraser."
Aizawa frowned at you at you, "I want to go home."
But you pulled at his arm, "We always just go home after work let's go have fun for once."
"Y/n..." shota hesitated but when he saw the wide eyed look on your face he didnt want to say no
Aizawa had been head over heels in love with you for years
The two of you had graduated together and both of you went to work as heros with the same agency
You were his closest friend right after Hizashi
But unlike with Hizashi he wanted more then to just be friends with you
He didnt know how you didnt realize it
Little did he know it was the with you
You tried to tell him a few times how you really felt since you were going to UA
But it was never was the right time
And now the two of you were heros so you didnt have a the time for anything more
And now it was definitely too late
"Fine you're lucky I'm off this weekend." Aizawa groaned
And you clapped in excitement
The two of you went to a bar and it was your mission that night to get aizawa drunk
Giving him shot after shot
"Y/n what is the deal with you?"
you just smiled at him, "I just want to see you happy shota."
Aizawa would look away wanting to hid his face from you since he knew he was blushing
"I am happy."
"Well, I want to see you get lose!"
Aizawa didnt know why he surrounded himself with upbeat people who were loud and energetic
It was so draining
But he loved you so it wasnt that bad
That was until you had him on stage to sing with you in karaoke
That night the two of had fun even if Aizawa didnt want to admit it
"I'll see you tomorrow." You waved him getting ready to leave
"What? I'm off tomorrow? I'll see you monday." Aizawa told you
"Nope." You smiled, "I'm not letting you sit at home all day were going out."
Aizawa didnt know what was with you but for the last few days he felt like you were acting strange
But you were always a bit strange so he wasnt too concerned
"I'll see you in the morning." Then you left
The next day you surprised him by being there eailer
He often teased you calling you a slacker because of yout easy going attitude
But here you were at his place at 6 in the morning
That was completely out if character for you but aizawa figured you were just excited today
"I got a surprise for you," you smiled as the two of you were walking to the nearest coffee shop for breakfast
Aizawa would roll his eyes at you "I've had your surprises before I hope it isn't anything crazy again."
You only giggle and put your finger over your mouth "it's a secret."
You winked at him "You'll see."
Breakfasts was your treat
And the two of you had a normal day like any other that you had free time and spend together
When you were done you told Aizawa you were taking him somewhere but he had to be blindfolded
Aizawa had no idea what you had planned so he'd humor you for now
You led him around for a while until he felt himself pulled into a door
And you pulled the blindfold off
You were in a animal shelter
"Y/n.."
"Its time you get a cat Aizawa."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Shota! I know how much you want one, it's time and I'm getting you one."
You pulled his arm and the lady at the desk would help you as the to of you started to see the cats
Aizawa couldn't deny that he wanted a cat he was going to get himself one eventually
"I dont know...though." he said
But you saw him eyeing a black kitten
So you picked her up "You're gonna say no to this face?"
How could he say no to either of those faces?
Blushing he looked away
You sat the kitten down and moved closer to him "I know that this will make you happy eraser, you need someone at home with you too. You spend so much time there when your not working anyway hes a little company."
Aizawa smiled at the thought of you trying to help "well dont you always pop up to keep me company?"
That comment would throw you off but you quickly recovered
"Well they'll be there when I'm not." You gave him a weak smile
Aizawa looked back at the cat
"Your right....she is really cute."
The two of you were finishing up all the paperwork
"What are you gonna name her?"
Aizawa stood there thinking, "(your nickname)"
Your eyes went wide, "I dont think that's a good idea..."
But aizawa shrugged and smiled at you, "Well, its cause of you shes gonna have a home. Plus I bet shes gonna cause me all kinds of problems when shes older just like you."
"I still dont know-"
"I've made up my mind." He told you
And just like him you couldn't bring yourself to say no
The two of you went home after shopping for everything Aizawa's new roommate would need
Once you were all done with everything aizawa would stop when he saw you sitting with the cat alone playing with her
It was an image he wanted to burn into his memory
You looked so happy playing with (nickname)
But there was something else Aizawa couldn't put his finger on it but he knew you
"Y/n what's been up with you?"
"Hmm?"
Aizawa was leaning against the wall, "I know you. Something is up."
"Nothing." You smiled at him
But he could see pass that. "Whatever is bothering you...you know you can tell me about it."
You sigh, "...I know..."
Aizawa was trying to think about what it could be and then he got an idea
"Is this about how they got on you for being so reckless? You know no one is mad at you for that, they just want you to be careful." He told you
The other day you were in pursuit of a villain and you ended up getting hurt and on top of that you ended up not catching them either
You might had cought them if you had waited a bit for help but you went on your own
You just shook your head, "its fine shota, that's not it." You said trying to stop him from talking
You didnt want to think about that now
"Y/n.."
But you got up, "its getting late and I should get home."
"I didnt mean to make you upset."
But you put on a big smile "I'm not upset and today was perfect."
"I wouldn't call it all that-"
You hugged him, "I would." You hugged him as tight as you could
Now Aizawa was worried but he didnt want to pressure you
He knew in time you'd talk to him
"You're my bestfriend shota aizawa."
"Its almost like you're trying to saying goodbye y/n."
You didnt respond to that you just gave a little laugh pull away "You take care of (nickname) wont you?"
"Of course, what's up."
"Nothing! Quit being such a worry wort." You told him if aizawa got worked up anymore you weren't sure if you were going to be able to go through this
"I'll see you later? Monday at work?"
Again you didnt answer him, you simply avoid the question and smiled and left
Monday came around and you weren't anywhere to be found
Which was usual for you to be late
But usually he would have heard something from you
And now it was Wednesday
Aizawa went to your place only to find out you didnt live there anymore
Feeling extremely confused he'd talk to all your friends only to hear no one knew where you went
He had no idea what happened to you
You simply disappeared
It would be a week later when he got a letter in the mail that was from you
Dear aka Aizawa my bestfriend,
Its unfair for me to do this like this but I just couldn't bring myself to tell you in person, but if you're reading this....I died. I wont go into the details but i should have listened to the top brass. That guy that hit me the other day he did something and I only had 72 hours left to live and I just wanted to live the last 48 of them with you. It was really a perfect day, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Seeing you smile was on of my favorite things about living Shota. Thank you But more than anything I want you to know I love you and I loved our friendship i wouldn't have traded it for anything you're amazing you always have been and you'll always will be. I know you'll be a great hero. Just please dont let my death stop you from anything live and achieve your dreams for the both of us.
Love, Y/n
Ps. Take care of (nickname) I got her for you so you'd never be alone.
After reading your letter your behavior the other day made more sense
But that didnt make anything better
You knew you were going to die but you didnt tell him
You didnt give him the chance to say goodbye
To say that he had been in love with you
To say anything to you
And now it was too late
He was angry with you he was angry with the uper managment at his agency who knew what had happened to you but didnt tell him
But he understood why you did it
And he hated that
He just wanted to see you again
For weeks he couldn't bring himself out of the slump your death left him in
His friends would try to help but he only focused on work
He would find the villain who took you from him and he would go to jail for his crimes
It was one night when Aizawa got home and just like most days he would only get sad remembering that you would be the one he'd be talking to at this time
He missed you more them he could handle
But suddenly he felt a press against his leg
Looking down he saw n/n
Your last gift to him...
He knew why you didnt want him to name her after you now.
But there was something in the way n/n looked at him
That made him smile
He didnt know what it was but your words played in his head and he had remembered
He wasnt alone
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Dear Mother Mary..
I smiled at the mirror and laughed. I remembered when I was 18 and I asked my besties to company me to the store to buy a hoddie. Yeah, for my ex. My first ex. I don't think he's my first love, but, anyway.. And guess what he gave me as valentine present? A music box. Perfect but I didn't need it. Stupid legend which idk who raise it at the first place said that if you give your partner a shirt/sweater or kind of, soon or later you gonna split. I actually didn't believe it until he cheated on me. Was that my mistake coz i don't believe that warning? Haha. I was alone when promnite. But I still have that dress in my closet till now.
My high school love life ended sucks. So I tried my luck to college life.
I dated my senior on 2012. He obsessed with me and liked to stalk on all of my social media with fake accounts (coz i blocked his acc after we decided to break up). It was only 2weeks togetherness so I guess nothing special with this guy. I heard now he's married already. So I unblocked him a month ago.
My 3rd ex. I dated a cute guy (on that time) 2 or 3 weeks after breaking up with the previous one. He was funny and always makes me laugh. He also liked my purple flat shoes. We were together less than 2months. Maybe he was unable to tolerate my infantile nature. So, after few weeks, I heard a godly gurl has been replaced me. And now, he's married too.
And I didn't have any relationship with anyone else ever since... until I realized having a partner without status was much better. I loved them but I can't do anything. That's the worst part. I kept my feelings and start listening sad songs for years. But sad songs are my jam since high school. So, initially u boys are just piece of cake for me.
I once loved a guy which he's a father now. He wasn't my ex neither my ex crush. I was just his friend. I used to be a trash bin of his love stories with his girlfriend right on 2015. He was the sweetest guy I've ever met. I remember he feed me fettucini in front of his co-workers at Massimo Bali. This guy sometimes visits my blog so, ya, hahaha. Hello, there :)
And, I came back home with sadness, but I covered it with my smile (and tears everynight before rolling to bed). A guy approached me on 2016 and we dated less than 9months. He was quite nuts til now. I hope he dies peacefully. I dont want to tell you what happened with this guy coz the way I beg him to die, I hope you get the idea how nuts he is.
Here I am. Graduated and flew back to Bali for my first job. Broke and dumb. I was still single until my last day and I need to move to new chapter as I didn't get a boyfriend there. LOL. No. I was just too broke so Bali ain't a good choice for me to get a better life. At all.
One day before I moved, I attended a yearly music festival in Bali... alone. Can you imagine, there was 80k people, and I WAS FUCKIN ALONE??? I even saw my ex crush was there with a gurl, so I decided to find other way to avoid the eye contact.
1 AM. Alone. Starving. Lonely. I stopped by to Mcd nearby and ate alone. I was okay.
Morning.. Uber dropped me to Ngurah Rai Airport. New life. Batam. September 2017.
I dated a nice and cool guy one month after starting my new job. He likes my Indomie. And my family likes it too. He was nice and thinking that maybe he is the one but I wondered why he cheated on me. I never asked him to bring me to fancy restaurant, I never asked him for any gifts, I never asked him to marry me, I even rejected his offer to company me to some places. Coz I didn’t want to ruin his quality time alone or with his friends. Less than one year break up with me, I heard he's married and already got a baby.
I went to church at 7am and mad at God why did He do this to me.
I cried in the bus, during working, during workout, and before sleeping. For years. Coz I was too much jealous of the girl out there can get flowers from the man that loves her just the way she is. I remembered when it was 2015, I bought a bouquet of red roses to church, kneeled down and prayed "Mother, I want a bouquet too. Amen.
It's 2021 and my wish is still in a queue.
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Destiny Series
AN: Yall... I’m soo shocked how quickly yall are fucking with that mood board like actually soo shocked. I was going to do Egyptian gods cause when I was younger I read the Kane Chronicles and I fell in love with Egyptian mythology and their gods BUT I feel like more people know Greek gods and it’s easier to like deal with Greek gods family tree vs Egyptian because whew chileeee that would of been a mess. BIG BIG BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy​ for a. proofreading and catching the little errors and for supporting me. 
Summary: On May 14th a god or goddess picks someone to take their place in the following years, when T’challa invites everyone in your graduating class to his house for a Chaining day party chaos ensues and relationships get tested.
Pairing: Erik x reader
Warnings: cussing, light smut like literally  I don’t wanna call it smut because it’s so light. 
Word count: 2,111
It was May 14th and the eve of arguably the most important day of your life, chaining day. Chaining day was a right of passage that had been happening since before you or any other Wakandan had been alive, chaining day was the day in which the gods and goddesses came down to earth and selected who was going to fill their position as that specific next god in the next years. Chaining day only occurred once every three generations and it happened that it fell upon you and your peers. You laid on your bedroom floor while your two best friends Makyla and Aaron sat across from you in bean bag chairs.
“I just don’t get why you're not excited Y/N” Makyla said nonchalantly, “I can’t wait to figure out which god chose me! I hope it someone like Hera or Aphrodite. They would suit me don’t you think?” 
“Your annoying ass deserves Hestia” Aaron mumbled under his breath earning him a firm slap on his arm.
You sat up from your floor and took a slow breath in and exhaled. “I just don’t get why it falls onto US, like why can’t the gods choose someone who wants to be a god not a normal person who just wants to live and die and get this shit over with.”
Aaron rolled his eyes “You're just worried that you and Erik’s gods won’t be together and some other girl will have him”
“HA” you laughed out sarcastically “That punk ass nigga can get whatever trick ass whore wants him, we are over and I dont give a flying fuck who gets him”
The room got silent because that lie and everyone in the room knew it, you and Erik never went into full relationship territory just comments under each others posts and his constant flirting with you. But it all ended when he posted a photo with a girls arms wrapped around his shoulders and a blunt in his hand and the caption “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum..” That was the last straw, and you hadn’t actually spoken to him since you’d seen that post go up.
“Can we go now y'all?” Makyla asked “I want to get to T’challa’s party early and get a good spot for chaining time”
“Are you sure we have to go? We could just stay in and watch a movie until chaining time” you lay your head back down onto your plush carpet and squeezed your eyes shut. You heard movement above you and opened to see Aaron and Makyla standing over you an annoyed look on their faces.
“Fine, fine!” you grumbled outstretching one of your hands out signalling for one of them to help you up, Aaron groaned and grabbed your hand pulling you off the ground. You walked over to your closet, you pulled out a pair of light wash ripped jeans, a white cropped t-shirt and a multi colored nike windbreaker. To emphasize the fact that you didn’t want to go you groaned and moaned while putting on your clothes.
“Keep playing Erik’s gonna give you something to moan about” Makyla said under her breath causing Aaron and her to bust out into a fit of laughter, you turned your head to them and gave them a look that shot daggers.
By the time you got to T’challa’s house you were reminded of why you didn't want to go to his chaining day party and your reason was sitting right at the front door like some self righteous bouncer. You thought if you ducked and hid in between Makyla and Aaron he wouldn’t spot you, but of course he did.
“Woah woah woah lil mama where do you think you're going” Erik’s arm had snaked in between your friends and grabbed you out from in between them. You looked up at your friends with pleading eyes practically begging them to help you out which caused Erik to laugh. “Nah nah ma, your friends can’t help you now, you've been ignoring me and I wanna know why.”
You looked around and noticed a few familiar faces, he wanted to embarrass you in front of your friends? And make a lesson out of you for his other bitches, not today.
You looked down at your arm and back up at him “Nigga I don’t owe you shit.” you snateched your arm from his hand and folded them across your exposed midriff.
A chorus of “Ooo’s” erupted from the small crowd that had developed.
Erik smiled and licked his lips “I asked you a question Y/N and I’m telling you to answer it right fucking now before it gets bad for you.”
You cocked your eyebrow up at him, oh so he thought you were playing?
“Nigga I gave you my answer, you don’t need anything else from me. Now excuse me I’ve got a party to attend” You smirked up at him and waved your finger signaling for him to move out of your way. You had him beat, you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
“Last chance Y/N before I embarrass you in front of all of these fucking people and I swear to god I will”
You batted your eyes up at Erik innocently and your hands found the collar of his shirt. “Oh no baby boy” you wiped some dust off of his shoulder “I think I just embarrassed you”
You tried to walk away, you had won that fight fair and square and everyone in T’challa’s yard knew it or so you thought. Until you felt strong arms wrap around you calf's and felt you world flip upside down.
“ERIK!” You screamed out hitting his back with an array of punches in varying strengths.
The yard erupted into laughter as Erik walked you through the front door, you caught Makyla’s eye as Erik walked you up the stairs still slung over his shoulder. When he got up to one of the guest bedrooms he plopped you on the bed and locked the door behind himself, when he walked back over to you, you shot him a deathly stare.
“What the fuck was that Y/N?”
“What the hell is posting other bitches Erik? Hmm?” 
You dug your phone out of you pocket and pulled out his instagram, instantly finding the photo you were looking for “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum.” you mocked his tone.
Erik plopped down on the bed next to you “man this why you been ignorning me for the past two weeks” Erik paused “I thought you had found another nigga ma”
You laid your head back onto the bed and laughed lightly “No Erik I haven’t found another nigga, its just been me sitting around looking stuck waiting for you when you obviously hadn’t been doing the same.”
“It’s not even like that ma, that’s Vannah, you know her and M’baku were going through something and she asked me to take the picture with her and post it to get him mad. They got back together tonight and I was taking it down tomorrow. I can show you the texts to prove it” Erik pulled out his phone and showed you the texts between him and Vannah and her begging and him finally agreeing after she agreed to buy his alcohol for a month.
“Fine I GUESS I’m done being mad at you.” you poked your bottom lip out at him in a mock pout.
“You better stop poking that lip out before I bite it baby girl” Erik rolled you over on top of him forcing you to straddle him,with his hands resting on your ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to tear this shit up ma” his hand smacked your ass roughly “I’ma give you back shots so hard you're gonna feel that shit all week I’m gonna have you-”
Erik was interrupted by counting below you.
“Fuck” you said getting of of his lap “It’s almost time”
 10
“Turn off the lights ma”
9
“Who do you think your gonna get Erik”
8
“I dunno but if I get stuck with some bitch ass mother fucker I’m killing whoever got Zeus”
7
“I want someone calm, someone who does their job and stays out of any drama”
6
“Give me your hands Erik”
5
“I got love for you baby girl, you know that?” Even in the darkness you could see his brown eyes pierce your soul.
4
“Promise to stay friends no matter what happens”
3
“We will stay friends no matter what happens Y/N” he squeezed your hands lightly
2
“I love you Erik Stevens”
1
That was the last thing you remember hearing before a bright white light flashed in front of you, so bright you let go of Erik’s hands to shield your eyes. In a few moments it dimmed.
“My child” a voice called at you
You looked around for the source of the voice and found a strong willow tree waving in the wind, you walked towards it and felt the plush green grass beneath your feet, it felt softer than anything you had ever felt. 
“Sit” the tree told you softly you could make out eyes, nose and mouth in its brown bark.
“Persphone” the words fell out of your mouth without you even knowing they were coming.
She smiled at you transforming before your eyes from a tree into a beautiful black woman, her curves filled out her chiton you noticed her outfit matched yours but she wore it much better.
“Come here” she opened her arm to you and stood up and ran into them burying your face in her chest tears flowing down your face. It didn't hit you until now of her story and what happened, she fell for Hades, a forbidden love and then for the rest of her life spent half of her life with the people she loved and the other half of the year with the man that she hated how much she loved him.
She stroked you curly hair and spoke soothing words to you “I know this is not the outcome you were expecting by I have gifted you a ability”
 You pulled your head off of her and looked up at Persephone tears still threatening to spill out of your eyes. 
“Open your arm”
You obliged her and held your left arm out for her, you noticed a small tattoo outline of a plant.
“Touch it”
You followed her instructions and out of thin air a small plant was in your hand, you immediately recognized it as a venus fly trap similar to the one that grew on your window sill. 
“Anywhere that you walk plants will grow underneath you as long as your on the floor of a building it doesn't matter how many layers on concretes are in between you. Plants will grow” She caressed your cheek in her hand. A gong rang out and you looked up at Persephone, your eyes pleading for some kind of answers or help.
“What am I supposed to do? You have to help me please!” you felt a pulling on your waist as if you were attached to a rope and the other end was pulling you back in.
“Do not fight it Y/N destiny is destiny and you are destined to be with Hades” and with those last words the bright white light flashed again and you covered your eyes. You felt like you were falling but quickly you realized you were back at T'challa's house in the same room that you had been in before with Erik, however he wasn't here now. But when you speak of the devil he shall appear and like clockwork blue flames were produced around a body, you could hear what sounded like a large dog barking and then it all went away, you squeeze your eyes shut not sure what to expect. You heard a familiar chuckle in front of you and you immediately opened your eyes and started at the bottom up. Black tims paired with black jeans and no shirt you studied the person's chest in front of you which now held thousands of tiny scars, a fur coat draped his bare chest his left hand holding a ball of what looked like fire. You finally met his eyes, dark but with a hint of fire in them.
“Wh-who” you barely managed to get it out before a smirk formed across Erik’s face.
“Hades, god of the underworld”
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Angel in disguise
Chapter 1: Settling in 
AN: The first few chapters will take place before the USJ attack, so the dorms aren’t implement yet. i hope yall enjoy chapter one of aid. feel free to talk to me about it too!!
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Passing buildings and roaring cars filled you with excitement, your heart racing as you daydreamed of your classes and what its like on campus. Kyoka taps your shoulder lightly, careful not to startle you out of your thoughts. You turn to your now host sister “yes Kyoka?” You tilted your head in curiosity 
“Are you excited?” Her voice soft as she tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her onyx eyes looking over your expression. 
“Very!! I cant wait to see my class and get to know everyone! It sucks that we aren't in the same class.” You voice cheerful but it wavers at the end. You really hope to have at least one class with her, you might be excited but a familiar face would be nice to have.
A gentle chuckle from the front seat from mika as she turned around “remember (y/n) there are other classes besides hero and support, so im sure youll have a class together. So don't worry too much dear.” 
“Hopefully, someone to hang out with other than the boys!” Kyoka groaned as she rubs her face as her phone chimed 
“The boys?” You questioned but before she could answer, the car was pulled to a stop, ‘home already?!’ Your thoughts echoed as you mindlessly unbuckle your seatbelt. The home in front of you wasn't huge but it was perfect in your eyes 
“Kyotoku! Help me out with (y/n) things!” 
You didn't even realize that you were the last one still in the vehicle, as you step out of the car you turn to the back end of the car, watching mika and kyotoku pull your luggage from the trunk. The sticker covered bags rolling against the ground, passing you “hey kiddo? You off in dream land?” Kyotoku waved a hand with a chuckle, placing his hand on your hair “come on we are gonna rockin time!!” 
Mika unlocks the door, guiding the family inside. As you enter the scent of lilac hits your nose it’s calming, once again your spaced out as you take in your new home until graduation. 
The exchange program was a long term deal between schools, a support hero for a support hero. You have a wonderful talent of inventing new tech for the pros! Its just you lack the confidence boost you desperately need, hopefully this is it. 
Kyoka placed a gloved hand on your shoulder as she nods to her parents “come on, we will show you to your room” you both begin to walk “i know its like 5am but we have to be at school by 8am, so try to sneak in some sleep.” She nudged you playfully as the four of you reached the room. 
Blank cream walls with hardwood floors decorated with a full size bed in the middle in front of a window. “Feel free to go all out in this room, it is yours after all. Make yourself at home kiddo” Kyotoku ruffles your hair as he exits the room after setting the luggage down. Mika smiled a motherly smile towards you “Get some rest before school” simple yet warmly mika said as she exits the room to join her husband in the other room 
“I'll wake you up 30 minutes before we leave, sleep well” Kyoka yawned as she sat down the last item of yours and left the room to go sleep in her own bed. 
Your body, exhausted from the long trip, as soon as your head hits the pillow; your heavy eyelids shut and you drifted off into a blissful sleep.
At your old school you were one of the top support students, always making amazing support items. Always something new in the works, even when it blew up in your face you would alway huff, but your father would never let you bring yourself down. He always said, “Look angelwings, things wont improve if you sit and sulk, dont let failure scare you, okay? Let your failure be your inspiration to improve.” 
 Remembering it like it was yesterday when you made your first successful item for your medic mother, a medical clipin that could record a patient's vitals. That was what got you noticed by UA. The nursing industry suggested you to UA because they all believed you had a gift! So here you are, in japan, for the rest of the school life. 
Knock 
Knock 
Knock
“(y/n) its time to get up, we have to go if we want to catch the bus!” Kyoka called from the other side of the door. The cracks in the blinds allowed inkling of the morning golden rays to dribble in the room, filling it with warmth. 
Pushing yourself up from the short slumber made you groan as your host sister pushed the door open. “Rise and shine, i have your uniform, ill lay it on the bed. Mom has breakfast ready for us.. So um, just get ready and come down when your ready” she muttered softly as she laid the outfit down onto your bed. 
With heavy feathers you stretch your wings up and back, releasing any tension within the joints. Luckily the uniform has wing slits for you. You fought with the undershirt for a good minute, a victorious “AHAH!!” bounced off the walls of your room. Finally with you dressed the part you make your way downstairs. 
The smell of gohan, eggs and tsukemono filled your nose, Your feet moved faster than your stomach. “Good Morning sweetheart, I made a togo breakfast and alittle extra for lunch, since your money hasn’t transferred quite yet. But im sure kyoka wouldnt mind sharing lunch with you, right hun?” Mika hummed as she finished the bento box, handing both boxes to the two of you. Kyoka nods “Oh! Of course… it's the others i'm worried about..” She muttered as her earphone jacks poke together nervously.
Mika smiled, rolling her eyes softly as she ushered you both out the door “hurry up or you'll miss the bus to school.'' Kyoka takes both bentos, holding them as she leads you to the end of the street where the bus stop stood. 
“Okay, so before we get to school, you might run into some of my friends. I know at lunch you will meet them but just to name the main few. You have Yayo-momo, Uraraka, and mina for a few females.” The bus arrives and you both board, taking a seat together, bento boxes in the respectful lap. “Now for the boys, you have kaminari, kirishima, sero and bakugou. Watch out on bakugou. He is kinda a hot head.” You giggle at her statement acknowledging the information. “But you might not see everyone I just mentioned, due to you being in class 1-F.” With quiet nod silence fell between you and your sister. You watched the small countryside city skated by in a blurr.
After a short while, the bus came to a gentle stop at the UA entrance. Kyoka stood up, and you followed her motions holding on gentle to the back of her book bag. You were nervous and scared of the new school, as any new kid would. As you both exit the bus, Nezu stands on top of Power Loader’s helmet waving to you both . 
“Ah! Good Morning jiro and (L/n)!! I hope you had a wonderful flight! It's a pleasure to finally you! As you know i'm principal Nezu! And this man” he pats the metal hat with his paws “Is Power Loader! He will be your teacher from here on out!!” Power loader gave a sincere smile as and held out a sheet of paper “this is the school map, incase you ever get lost.” You smile as you take the paper from the teacher and giving it a once over before looking among the sea of kids outside. 
The echoes of laughter and talking rang in your ears, Kyoka smiled as a blonde male waved to to her excitedly amongst the small group of people he stood with: a spiky red hair boy, whose teeth were sharps like a sharks, a oil slick of black hair on a taller male of the group, a female whose skin was bubblegum pink with matching curly pink locks of hair and finally standing next to the yellow haired male was another blonde
Time seemed to stand still, the leaves stopped in time, freezing in mid air. A breath caught in your throat as a set of deep cherry red orbs locked to your brilliantly warm (e/c). It was like a rush of emotions had hit you in the chest like a baseball that had been hit in a homerun. You looked on as kyoka left your side to join the small group. It was like the world was white and the only thing you saw was the blonde male. The feathers in your wings ruffled out trying to cool yourself down from this new found heat, that wasn't the sun. Soon the unknowing staring contest was cut short.
“(L/N) are you ready to get your day started?” Power loader asked, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you from your gaze. “Um, Y-yeah” you stumbled your words and tried to look again for the male. But he was nowhere to be seen in the flood of kids entering the school. 
Who was that male? Why are his eyes so beautiful? Maybe you will see him again. Kyoka did run to his group. NO no distractions!!
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just... a small rant i need to get out
So.. I personally don't like to complain a lot, but I just need to rant for a moment on something kinda personal to me, just it's something that's stabbing me over and over so i needa let it out. Also it gives light to the new short i'm going to be posting soon. you dont have to read this, its a small rant and i just need to get it off my chest now before i really do snap
In all soon to be 21 years of my life… I never had 1 good birthday. I never had that all time amazing day your family remembers and tells you happy birthday or things are nice adn all about you. I never had that before i want to tell people i know but i just feel like it will make things awkward or no one will be very happy about me ranting about it and i don't want that pity me sign i hate it when i talk to others about this but i just can't keep holding it in anymore and need to spill it all out.  Over my birthdays my mothers side of the family dont like me because i am the black sheep of the family, the pansexual genderfluid one, with the alt style and worse mouth
im not like them in the normal church going like them and rish farmer, so i never really get a happy birthday from my aunts, or uncles or cousins unless my mother reminds them, my godmother my aunt blocked my number and hast talked to me in years, my one birthday my cousin threw his graduation party on it and when i called family to talk to them he was asked in the background i could hear everyone refusing to talk to me. Then on my father's side the few families I did have mostly all died around the same time within a year or didn't talk to me because my father burned those bridges while the other parts of them didn't even know I existed. My 12th birthday was an attempt to be nice, but it ended up in my family being arrested, broken stairs and me crying in the bathroom because my own cousins bullied me and lied left and right. 
Throughout the years it's been fighting over my custody between my parents, broken hearted promises of going horseback riding for a birthday, gifts that were promised but forgotten or being screamed at constantly left and right because I wasn't spending my whole birthday cleaning the house to do what everyone wanted. Most of the time that day everyone leaves for work, and i have to make dinner for everyone and then normally get complaints about it not being right or gross cause i made something i liked. Recently for my 20th last year my own father lied to me, saying to get something nice on going to a nice place, i was actually excited that maybe for once it would be different but he pulled up with his brand new girlfriend i never meet before and said we are going to a church, confused i asked why and he said he wanted me there cause he was getting married, the day before my birthday. I had to remind him what was the next day and he forgot that June 30th was his eldest daughter's birthday and his girlfriend didnt know. So i hit him and left to go inside of my house later for him to leave to the dollar store and come back with a card that had 5 bucks in it as a sorry and left to get married taking my brother with him.
Another time on my 18th i was dating a guy and that whole day he forgot about my birthday till i reminded him. Another time my step sister of several years forgot and ran to the dollar store giving me random crap she found then bailed leaving a mess, another time my family did try and got me a cake and something to eat tamales but my brother was pissed as my father for several years got him something on my birthday, he threw a fit as he didnt get anything leaving me to throw it at him storming off pissed. 
I know this is sounding selfish but yesterday my own mother forgot it was coming up as she was making plans with my sister to do things on tuesday my birthday. I get she has a bad memory now and is ill all the time but she remembers everyone else but mine. Even close friends seem to forget, I don't know what to do anymore. I hate this day and the days building up to it and everyone wonders why i get pissed and snap at them. 
I'm sorry for complaining but I needed to get it out. I dont have anyone else to talk to about this, my family already doesn't talk to me anymore, or they are all dead like all my grandparents when i was roughly 6 i didn't have anyone then most of my family going. They all live in Michigan and i was forced to Texas so i understand why they wouldn't talk anymore, but i have tried and tried to reach out, even to friends but they mostly seem to blow it over ignoring me and blowing it off of it. I just feel guilty writing this but i need to let it out somehow to literally someone or anyone, i don't want to be selfish or pull the pity me just, i cant keep holding it in for all of these years anymore.
- Anarchy
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Gift Swap!!
So for the @kuroshironekoserver gift exchange, I got the lovely @diabl0o
now you asked for BakuDeku which ive never written before so i apologize in advanced but this was kinda fun to write their dynamic so i hope you enjoy this and if you dont i am sorry for the trash you are about to read. Anyways here ya go :) 
Pairing: BakuDeku
Word count: 2.5k
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The bell gave off its routine ringing and all students from every class made their way to the cafeteria for lunch. Chatter and laughter filled the hallways and Class 1-A was no exception. They had all finished up their English session with Present Mic and were packing up their bags and filing out the doors.
Deku fiddled with his notebook before huffing and pushing open the door, too many thoughts were running in his mind as the day had gone by. He was one to over think everything but this was on a whole new level.
“Deku!” Uraraka called and he turned around to find her wrapping her arm around his and started walking with him. “Are you nervous?” She asked, which in both of their defenses was an understatement and lackluster question in general.
“Yeah, I just hope it goes well.” His palms began to sweat as he wiped them on his pants and they took a seat at their usual table with Todoroki, Iida and Tsyu.
“I'm sure it will be amazing! Don’t worry!” Her usual bright smile should have made him feel better but it didn’t, not in the slightest.
“What's gonna go amazing?” Tsyu asked and all eyes were on the sweating green bean of a boy.
“Today you’re asking Bakugou out and hoping that he doesn’t reject you and ruin your life right?” The bluntness of Todorkoi was scolded by Uraraka and Tsyu quickly.
“You think he will ruin my life?” Deku pushed his face into the table and they all tried to cheer him up.
“No, no, of course not.” Uraraka shot a glare at the duo haired boy who shrugged and tried to reason.
“Nothing bad is going to happen.” Todoroki said to redeem himself.
“We are all here to support you no matter what!” Iida chimed in.
Deku was thankful to have such great friends and turned his head and found the blond at his own table yelling at Kirishima for something minor.
“He’s just so dreamy.” Deku panicked as he watched the blonds fists exploded as they connected with the table.
“Yeah he sure is.” Tsyu said with a short tone and Uraraka let out a giggle.
They all finished their lunch and helped him prepare his speech.
“Go get him tiger!” Uraraka cheered as the bell rang and they all headed to their next class which coincidentally had Bakugou and Deku working in a pair.
Deku let out a small wave as they parted to their respectful locker rooms. Inside his stomach began to twist knowing that in a few minutes, his confession would be made known.
In the locker room, all the boys were putting on their hero costumes and messing around. In the corner Deku went over his lines one more time but knew that a long speech probably wouldn’t go as planned. The bell rang and the boys walked to the center of the field, Deku never taking his eyes off of the guy who had his heart.
“For today's exercise we are going to do pair fighting. You and your partner will dispatch into the makeshift city or forest and anything you find a team, you battle them. Remember to try and keep them quick and simple, work on kill shots and heavy hitting moves. The team to take out the most pairs or has the best moves will get extra credit on their next exam. When the whistle blows make your way out and find a place, then when the bell chimes, your free to go.” Mr Aizawa spoke as he took a spot on the bench and stat down. The whistle came to his lips and her blew.
“To the fucking forest Deku.” Bakugou said. He was thankful that Bakugou referred to him mostly as Deku and nothing else. After three years and their last year at U.A, their relationship chemistry had softened and rivals wasn’t really what they were any more. More like acquaintances but Deku dreamed they would become more towards the end of graduation.  
“Yeah okay.” Deku responded and followed the blond. He kept his eye on his back as they walked for a few minutes, his mind escaping to all the outcomes of his confession.
“If we go out here, there's gonna be less chance for an ambush. We can make our way behind the buildings and to the city, plus the pond is where Frog legs and Half n Half are probably at.” Bakugou rambled but Deku couldn't be more unfocused.
Soon he collided with a hard surface which happens to be Bakugou's back.
“Are you paying attention Deku?” Bakugou spat, his red eyes beaming into the green of Dekus.
“Oh yeah forest, pond, city. Got it.” He repeated.
Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows but left it alone as the bell sounded.
“Lets go!” Bakugou yelled and they both took off running towards the pond.
As pace picked up Deku tried to find the perfect moment to tell him. He needed it to be just the two of them or else he might regret doing it in front of their classmates, he knew the gossip would be a landmine for the class, especially Mina.
The pair approached the edge of the pond and hide behind the rocks of the small waterfall. In the distance was Tsyu and Todoroki. They definitely had the advantage with the water and Deku then questioned why Bakugou would even want to put themselves in this position.
“Fuck that icyhot bastard.”
“Spite.” Deku whispered with realization. The only way to beat them is to catch them off guard.
However their plans were disrupted as a battle broke out between Todoroki, Tsyu, Hagakure and Sero.
Perfect. This was good enough for Deku. As the other teams dueled it out, it was time for the big reveal.
“Hey Bakugou.” He said quietly and the blond turned to him with his usual scowl.
“What?” He spat but it wasn’t harsh.
“I was wondering if you wanted to maybe study or get coffee sometime?” His breathing hitched as Bakugou raised a brow.
“Didn’t we fucking get shit yesterday?”
Deku’s eyes widened and he shook his hands before scuffling out a laugh.
“Well yeah but that was with all our friends...I was thinking just the two of us.” He continued. “Like a date.”
In that moment Bakugou's eyes enlarged and his lips tightened into a thin line. He looked like he was processing the request over and over again.
Deku waited for a response but then heard a crash in the water. The pair snapped their heads at the four of them and saw that Sero had been thrown by Froppy.
“Now!” Bakugou yelled as he ignored the question at hand and jumped onto the scene.
Deku followed in suit and caught the four on the surprise attack. Quickly they manage to take them down and head to the city. The question still loomed overhead and he felt a little bad that he corrupted his thoughts when they were in training.
More fights around the city came about and Bakugou blew up a car when Momo and Denki were announced the winners.
“Wow congrats you two!” Uraraka beamed and the rest of them filed in to complement the pair.
“Yeah dude you really need the boost.” Kirishima laughed and then received a punch from Denki.
Deku smiled at his friends but turned to see Bakugou stomping towards the locker room. He quickly left the group and caught up with him.
“Bakugou?” He asked hesitantly but he made no motion to stop.
“Not now.” He ended the conversation by walking in and only appearing for dinner but even then Deku didn’t have a chance to say anything more.
“So he said no?” Uraraka asked as she sat on Dekus bed.
Spinning in his swivel chair, Deku sighed. “Well he didn’t say no exactly but the mood definitely wasn’t pleasant. I just hope I didn’t ruin anything between us.
She was unsure of how to comfort him because Bakugou wasn’t the type to open up easily. “I can ask Kirishima-”
“No its fine, lets just leave it alone.”
Uraraka nodded before turning on an action movie starring All Might. She could tell he was putting on a brave face but teenage heartbreak was on the list of worst feelings in the world.
--- Two days had passed by since his confession or date invitation. Bakugou hadn’t responded to Deku and even Kirishima wasn’t told about what had happened. This was pure torture for Deku. He spends his days in class staring at the back of the blondes head, waiting for him to turn around and answer him, but it was no use.
And he had enough. After class had ended for the day, Deku caught Bakugou walking towards the locker room. Making sure that no one else was around, he locked the door trapping them both in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou snapped as the door shut.
“I want my answer, it's been two days.” Deku said boldly but not leaving his space. The angered expression didn’t leave Bakugou's face as he stood silently.
Deku let out a huff before hugging his arms around his body. He tried not to let any tears gather in his eyes. He couldn’t cry in front of his crush, especially not at a time like this.
“Look Bakugou, if you didn’t want to go on a date all you had to say was no. It's okay.” Deku shrugged but even his eyes couldn’t hide his heartbreak. “I would have understood.”
“It wasn’t a no.”
Deku blinked. Not sure if he heard him correctly, looked around the room then focused on Bakugou. “Then why-”
“Because I'm a broken person!” He yelled as his fists sparked at his sides. “And don’t give me any bullshit about how im not and im a great guy cause its not gonna fucking work.”
“Bakugou, I-”
An explosion sent out from his palms and hit one of the lockers. At that moment neither of them cared. Bakugou was a mess. His mind was racing it almost hurt to think, he felt like Denki in that moment.
“I don’t fucking get it Izuku. Why on earth would you even want to be with someone like me? I was an asshole to you. Why don’t you run to icy hot, round cheeks or anyone else who is worth a damn?” He sighed and plopped onto one of the benches.
Deku stood wondering what to do. A small smile formed on his face as a fond memory came to him.
“When I was a kid I had a music box.”
“What the fuck?”
“Just listen please.” He said and Bakugou shrugged and let him continue. “This music box was my favorite thing, also the only non All Might thing I owned. It was supposed to play a little melody and when you opened the top, a small ballerina danced around.”
“Why are you telling me this?” He asked watching the boy ramble on.
“When my mom gave me it, the music skipped and cracked in certain places. It didn’t even sound quite right and even the girl would only turn a few times before standing still. But even after my mom asked if I wanted her to fix it or buy me a new one, I refused. Its shaky music and still ballerina was perfect in my eyes, no matter how broken or damaged it was.”
He remained silent as Deku took a seat next to him.
“Katsuki, I know that you weren’t the greatest friend in the past and sure you weren’t the easiest to get along with, but no matter how harsh you could be to the world, I always saw the golden light you beamed with. Sometimes even the best things are broken, but that doesn’t mean they are any less beautiful.”
The confession took Bakugou by surprise. It wasn’t a simple “hey I like you.” or “ You’re hot so we should date.” Instead it was more of a “I like you, even with your flaws.” A warm fuzzy feeling went into his chest and he hated it but craved it more.
“Alright fine!” He said.
“So you’ll go on a date with me?” Deku asked, his voice rising several octaves due to his excitement.
“Yeah, yeah i’ll go on one with you. Your ass better not be late.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Deku replied before walking towards the door. He unlocked it and pushed on the handle before he was turned around and pressed against the door.
Soon his eyes met with crimson ones that were extremely close and he could feel their noses touching. His eyes closed as Bakugou leaned and pressed their lips together quick and fast.
“I like you too...Izuku.” Bakugou said as his eyes went to anywhere except for the blushing boy he just kissed.
“See you later Bakugou, have fun training.” Deku said as his heart pounded fast in his chest.
“Katsuki.” He heard as he pushed the door open.
As soon as the door shut, Deku raced to find Uraraka. He saw her walking with Todoroki and basically slammed her into the ground.
“HE SAID YES!” He cheered and then helped her up. His body was shaking from excitement and he was still on the high if the kiss.
“So you have a date?” She asked and he nodded quickly before racing off.
“Young love.” Todoroki said as they watched their friend run off to who knows where. --- A knock came from the other side of Dekus door. He called the person on the other side to just come in and the door opened to reveal a date ready Bakugou.
“You ready yet?” He asked and watched as Deku ran around trying to get all the last minute things together like his shoes and socks.
“Mm hmm. Oh crap! I forgot that Mina as my tie, I'll be right back!” He said but was already running out the door towards the girls dorms.
Bakugou didn’t have time to yell at him for running late so he just looked around his room. Of course everything was All Might themed and inside he was losing his mind at all the cool stuff. He turned to see something on his desk.
It was a small wooden box that had many scratches. On the back was a key to turn and since his curiosity got the best of him, he did. He then opened the top and realized that the small ballerina in front of him was the one he talked about during his confession. He was right when he said that she did not spin correctly and the song wasn’t as pleasant to listen too.
It mesmerized him. It was broken and damaged, yet he still liked it. He thought that maybe he wasn’t as bad as people said he was. Maybe he was that ballerina, always turning to the music but get stuck sometimes.
He set the box down as he heard footsteps coming closer. Deku appeared with his tie on and apologized for his lateness. Shrugging Bakugou passed him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“Thats alright, let go before a long fucking line shows.”
Izuku nodded and grabbed the handle of the door, he noticed that his music box was moved but didn’t say anything about it. He caught up with Katsuki and they held hands as they walked to the restaurant.
“Still beautiful.” Deku thought to himself.
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sooo I hope you liked it. 
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*breakdances softly* Thoughts on florist Magnus and tattoo artist Alec?
*waltzes aggressively* well i definitely do now
okay so like i am vaguely aware that you probably wanted me to actually create a story like i did for the other asks;
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because listen, florist Magnus???????? i had never thought about it before, but that shit is THE BOMB
in indonesia, particularly Bali, flowers hold special significance both in the social and religious sense; they have meaning, they have history, and they have everyday uses and are a part of everyday life; people grow flowers at home, give them as gifts, have entire markets entirely dedicated to the trade of flowers. and yes, i know magnus is javanese, but this applies to pretty much all of Indonesia, including Java, and Jakarta has its own traditional flower market with flowers from all over the world and some of the sellers being in the business since the 60s, not to mention that many balinese ppl immigrated to Java and the two islands' histories are deeply connected. so nothing is even stopping me from believing that magnus' mom was a balinese migrant living in Java. which is exactly what im gonna do in this specific AU at least
So Magnus was actually born in Indonesia, where he lived for most of his childhood; until his mom suddenly died of a terrible disease and he was kind of thrown into living with his father, who, despite having him registered and being his legal guardian, had never so much as bothered to meet Magnus before this point
His father was also Indonesian but had long since moved to the US, so magnus' life was completely turned upside down. And despite providing financially for everything Magnus needed, asmodeus never really bothered with him beyond the basics; Magnus was pretty much self-raised
So for the whole time he lived with him, he ached with memories of his mom and his country. And what he remembered best about her was the flowers. The jasmines she used to grow at home, the unique smell they left on the water she used to wash his hair; the offerings of frangipani she would leave by their doorstep everyday, intricately sewn together and leaving the smell of both the flowers and the incense with them as they left to the ports; the flower boards she would give him on his birthday, different patterns every year, and somehow she would always find plywood and tahi cotok to make them the traditional way instead of the modern with styrofoam
Magnus refuses to let any of these traditions die; once he finally graduates and leaves his father's home (forever disappointing him in his refusal to take over his business) he dedicates almost all of the space in his home to a greenhouse where he can grow all of the indigenous indonesian flower species without worrying that they will die in the distinctly not-tropical climate of New York; he leaves offerings in his doorstep everyday, facing North for Vishnu, so as to bring harmony not only in his life but in his whole community as well. And he's a florist.
He knows both traditional indonesian flower meanings, and western flower language, and often mixes the two since the flowers in these cultures are so different. He makes bouquets, arrangements, and flower boards, keeping the tradition alive even when he's far away from home. This way he feels like he belongs, like he carries a piece of his mother with him everyday, and reminds himself that, even if he's been taken away from his home, it won't be taken away from him
It's pretty much only him in his shop, but his friend Dot also makes deliveries and helps him keep the shop running. He has a few regulars and all in all he lives a stable, happy life.
He meets Alec when he decides to make his first tattoo - a string of jasmines around his elbow, the national flowers of indonesia and also his mom's favorite. He chooses Alec both because of his mesmerising drawing style and his history of working and good recommendations from other dark-skinned people; his friend Catarina also tattooed at his shop, although with his sister, Izzy, who was the one who actually ran the shop
Alec is impressed by how well Magnus handles the pain; it's his very first tattoo and elbows are a bitch. Magnus doesn't tell him that after living with his father for so long he's used to the pain, but he does tell him about the meaning of the tattoo, the flowers, and his mom. He's surprised by how much he's saying to this guy he barely knows, but there's something about wanting to be distracted from the sting and having to be alone with this guy for who knows how many hours that keeps him talking. Alec listens to it quietly, focused on his work, and Magnus isn't even sure if he's actually listening, which kind of also works if he's being honest. Of course, Alec is; listening to Magnus talk is very nice, his voice is soothing and the way he talks about his mom and his passion for flowers is really touching, not to mention Magnus is just interesting; alluring, if you will. But he doesn't have much to add, so he listens
A few days later, Alec shows up at Magnus' shop, all private smiles and wandering eyes, and asks him for help with a birthday present for Izzy. He wants to make her something special, to thank her for her support when he came out and just support in general. It surprises Magnus, but Alec says that Izzy has always liked flowers and from the way Magnus was talking about it the other day, well, he seemed like a good person to help him with this present. He really wanted something to convey his gratitude
Magnus is pleasantly surprised that Alec remembers so much of what he said; even more so when he's careful not to step on Magnus' canang sari at the doorstep, with the incense still burning; and he's absolutely delighted when Alec says he wants Magnus to help him make an arrangement, not just make himself, and that he's willing to pay extra for his consulting (Magnus has never charged extra for consulting, because he really downplays his talent and work and loves sharing his knowledge; but it does feel nice to be valued and have his work acknowledged). So Magnus runs all of his ideas by him, shows him the flowers, and Alec carefully handles and smells them and listens to Magnus' suggestions and slowly makes his own based on what Magnus has been saying. Alec shows respect to the flowers and it's cute to see this big, buffy guy covered in weird tattoos and wearing a leather jacket going around and carefully handling the flowers Magnus grows.
Alec, on the other hand, is just fascinated by everything Magnus says and shows him, and his burning passion for what he does, and how clearly he likes to help people even if it means downplaying his own work
Wow this is actually starting to resemble a plot??? I'm shook
Anyway it takes them a long while to figure out what they want to do, and Alec actually ends up deciding on making izzy a flower board once Magnus mentions them offhandedly. Once Magnus assures him it's not offensive if he makes them with the proper care and respect for its meaning, they settle on working on that.
Listen I need excuses for them to interact okay. Also the idea of Magnus teaching Alec how to sew flowers???? Beautiful
Cue some gay shit, at least once Alec puts a flower behind Magnus' ear and tells him that it suits him, more often than not they find themselves having a lot of fun - Magnus teases him mercilessly over how bad at sewing he is, and Alec is deeply offended (except not really)
Once he even tries to challenge Magnus at doing something from Alec's element and see how well he does, only to be sent into the deepest despair when it turns out magnus is excellent at drawing
Magnus thinks he hears a muttered "of course" but he cant be too sure
Anyway they fall in love
Alec asks him out by making him a bouquet of magnus' favorite flowers, plus flowers that symbolize everything he loves the most about him (his uniqueness, his kindness, his fierceness, his determination in doing what he thinks is right, the joy he brings for everyone around him, his dedication to others, etc). Magnus all but swoons he is very charmed
They get married idk it always ends with them getting married when i have a say in it. Bonus points they get to be showered in flowers like in traditional indonesian weddings, which sends a very happy, very giggly magnus with petals still on his hair into absolute delight. Alec carries him bridal style to the bed and carefully takes the flowers off his hair and kisses him tenderly on their honeymoon and gggggggggggggggg.
Im gay and cant do this anymore im gonna get into a coma
Also, I will take this opportunity to just let it be known that y'all should feel absolutely free to take any and all of my posts as writing prompts; you dont need to ask for my permission to use the ideas, theres no way ill actually do them all and even if i do i dont mind that there are different versions of it going around; hell, i think that's amazing and exactly what fandom is for. Just link the post and if possible send me the fic because i'd be delighted to read it! What I'm trying to say here is, someone should write this
Also, I'm not hindu, so if any terms I've used are offensive or incorrect please let me know and I'll change it accordingly
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After months of putting up with my roommate from hell, I got the revenge of lifetime and screwed her over out of a fuckton of money and got her to pay rent and life has never been sweeter! (This is a long one)
This is a long one but very much worth the ride, so buckle up. (also, English isn't my native lang, sorry if there are any mistakes)
This story takes place a couple of years back. During college, I lived with several roommates, all of them were nice and we got along well, except for this one bitch, let's call her Karen. if Satan and Hitler had a child and that child had a child with Stalin and Cruella de Vil, that would be Karen for you, she is a loud-mouthed stupid, egocentric bitch who has the face that scare the shit out of a toilet. She would never clean up after herself, she would always leave her plates and things at the spot where she last used them. I have lost counts of how many times, I caught her stealing my clothes without asking and if you so much as touch her clothes she loses her shit on you, or her drinking our lactose-intolerant roommates almond milk and any time we confronted her for drinking it, she would shrug and say "I only had a sip, stop being so stingy." She plays her music loud at night, invites stranger without giving any heads up, a time or two she didnt pay rent even though her parents are FILTHY RICH and she is wearing gucci and prada shit, Karen also fucking lies about everything, even things that are not worth lying about. like if she woke up 7, and you ask her, she'll lie through her fucking teeth and say she rose with the sun rise because she is a natural. (ps, this is something i actually heard her say to her parents while she was skypeing them....so cringy, who the fuck says that? but i digress)
Months we have fucking put up with her, of course we tried to get other roommates but unfortunately when we all moved in everything, all documents and contracts were done in her name so kicking her out would require a lot of effort and most of us were busy with school and work and life happens. So we ignore it as much as we can and try to move on.
We are now all seniors and in our final semesters, meaning graduation was coming, AND Karen is planning a backpack trip across Europe with her friends as a graduation gift to herself, this is important so remember this.
One of our roommates and my closest friend, Sasha, has had a crush on a guy that lives down the hall. Any time the two of them are together, Sasha and the Guy keep giving each other googly eyes and blushing faces; it was sooo cute. Sasha is a verbal autistic person and has never dated anyone because she has a hard time with socializing and understanding social ques and subtlety, which lets face it, that is the core of dating, especially flirting but with a lot of encouragement from me and the final roommate, Lola we got her to ask him out. He said yes. She was so happy, you guys, she flew back into the apartment and did an hour of happy dance with her arms flailing about and a shit eatin grin on her face; needless to say we were all so happy. Karen caught wind of this and it just so happens at that time she was having relationship problems, I guess her bf finally realized he's dating human garbage. Not one to be outshined, Karen behind all of our backs went to the guy's place and spun lies about Sasha, saying she is a serial cheater and even made a fake account for Sasha's so called bf. the guy never called Sasha, and eventually weeks passed by he told us why but by then Sasha felt like the damage was done and lost interest in him.
I. WAS. FUCKING. FURIOUS.
This, this level of dickery and bloody pettiness is the straw that finally broke the camel's back and I vowed I wouldn't fucking leave until I served my slice of justice. Here's another character that you must know about, Prof C. His wife two years ago was in a horrible car accident and as a result is in a wheelchair, this is especially problematic because she was a stay home mom that took care of their two special needs kids and they have a toddler at home. Home life is a mess for him, he is running ragged between working and single-handedly is taking care of his family, the uni took pity and also feared the workload would see one of their best and most beloved teachers leave the school struck a deal with him to help him out. In all of his classes there will be quizzes and midterms, this doesnt change, but assignments you submit and he corrects at the end of the year, this is important cuz our uni has zero tolerance on proffs that dont constantly update the students course works so that students have the chance to improve their grades.
Karen, the lazy and stupid bitch she is, is somehow skating through his assignments, even though they require a shit tone of research and writing. I accidentally learned that one of her older friends told her that she only needs submit the paper on its due date and to only write the first 3 pages and use a paraphrase tool for the rest of the paper so the plagiarism software wont detect it and would think its original material and when the end of the year comes, submit a hard copy but with the first pages being her actual work and the rest being completely plagiarized, professional work. Prof C won't know cuz the likelihood a man as busy as him thoroughly checking the work of 120+ students is pretty low. I grinned. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, she is going down! All semester long I let her do this for all of the 7 papers, one of them which is a term paper that has 20% on it alone, all the while I spied and gathered all of her pass codes, social media, her student ID, everything.
The end of the year came and I compiled all of her assignments, both the original one with the paraphrasing tools she used to circumvent plagiarism and the one she finally handed them in, and I even made photos were there are side-to-side comparison of the assignments. This is a good start but not enough. So, One day chillin at the living room I open a conversation about relationships, Karen is two timing her new boyfriend and is sleeping with some other Person. so, I ask her questions like "don't you feel guilty for cheating?" and "You do realize this is wrong?" and I even paraphrase my words in a way that is vague but also clear, for example I would say "It's not fair, so many people work so hard everyday to be successful and you are here cheating and lying your way to success." Karen, narcissistic as fuck, would respond with snippets of I dont care and how she isnt cheating, she is only having fun and that everyone does it so why not her too. This is too good to be true, even her answers are vague, its like god put his hand on my shoulder, looked me right in the eyes and said, "burry this bitch". and Id be damned if I didnt. As you probably have guessed it by now, I was recording EVERYTHING. The recording plus the photos, and her assignments were more than enough evidence, I sent an anonymous email to the Professor, and i tell the girls so that they can prep for the shit storm thats coming. Three weeks later, results are out. she failed and LOST HER SHIT. She was screamin, crying, wailing, what a sight to see! you best believe, the girls and I were laughing. She tried to talk to the prof, but he was not having it. she cried and begged for a second chance but he said a hard no. So now she has two options: she goes ahead and doesn't graduate with us, and takes on a whole 'nother semester for one measly course or take summer course and cancel her trip to Europe, which mind you she spent a fuckton on, something like 13, 000$ and I know it could have been much cheaper but Princess Karen only wanted the best so yh. The next couple of weeks she spent sleepless nights because she was calling and cancelling all the reservations she made, tryin to get her money back BUT (again, GOD really was out for blood that day) because the cancellation was so close to some her trip most places refused to refund, or some charged her cancellation fees. She only managed to scrap 5.5 K back together, lossin 7.5 K. OUCH!
Its not over, having damning evidence I, with earned gusto, told her she was going to pay all of the bills till we move out, which was in two months, payback for all the times she was late on payment or defaulted and she would from now do her part of the house chores or else Im gonna send it all to the admin and faculty dean and she will fo sho be kicked out and all those uni years will have been for nothing. She hated it, she fucking threw tantrums and cussed me out but my god if she didnt do whats told. she cleaned her stuff, apologized to Sasha for what she did, I forced her to come clean to her BF (dont know the guy but the few times i met him he was super sweet to us and i felt bad for the guy), I watched her actually do the dishes for the first time in like years. IT was fucking amazing and I don't regret it one bit. In fact, anytime I feel sad now as an adult, i kick back my feet and reminiscine and a slow shit eatin grin draws itself upon my face.
tl;dr roommate was super mean, i found out she was cheating on her assignments and so i snitched on her and as a result she had to stay the summer and retake the class again or else she wouldn't graduate.
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