#i am devastated he takes the BEST PICS

[hwangsrenjun]

RENJUN SIMP HOURS OPEN

#i am devastated he takes the BEST PICS #like his ig feed is POPPING #the AESTHETICS #so gorg im weak for this #huang renjun the man that U ARE!!!!!!! #fuckin beautiful gorgeous amazing one of a kind never before done human being #renjunnie #erin text

[slasherscream]

Wash Day

pairing:  jordan li x fem black!reader

"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.

Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."

You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."

"Brat." You laugh.

How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.

"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)

"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.

Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.

"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.

"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.

"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.

"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.

"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.

You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.

"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"

"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"

"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.

"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.

"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.

"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"

"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.

"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.

"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.

"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."

The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.

"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.

Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.

"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."

"I'm looking at them."

"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"

"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"

"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"

Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"

"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."

Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.

But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.

"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.

"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.

"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.

"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.

"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.

"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"My hair grew!"

"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.

"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."

"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.

"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.

"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"

"Got it."

Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.

"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.

You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.

"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.

You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"

"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.

She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.

"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.

"Who says it will take an hour?"

"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.

You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."

"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.

"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.

Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."

You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.

Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."

Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.

"What's so funny?"

"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.

"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.

"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."

He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.

"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.

"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."

Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.

"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.

"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.

"Is the city gonna let her?"

"No."

"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.

"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.

A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.

"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.

"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"

"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.

You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.

("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"

"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."

So that had decided that.)

"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"

"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.

They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.

"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.

You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"

"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.

"The back of my head? The head on my body?"

"Should I start over?"

"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"

"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."

"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."

"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"

"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.

"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.

"I said they were good!" You protest.

"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.

You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.

"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.

You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.

He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.

"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.

"Speak for yourself."

"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."

"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"

"Pussy?"

"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"

"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.

"No."

"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.

"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.

"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.

"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.

As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.

Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.

"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"

"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.

"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."

Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.

A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

#jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #jordan li #black!reader #black reader #IVE WORKED ON THIS ONE TOO LONG FUCK IT WE BALL #last few jordan li readers i've written have not had a reader who is a goofball #and if someone acted like this around me (hot brooding and scowling) #i suffer from jester syndrome. i would need to make them laugh

[sgiandubh]

No Liberace's smile

Warning: this will take forever to read. It didn't take forever to write or research, though. But since I will be gone tomorrow and back well, next Saturday, let it be done with a bang.

S the Actor. S the Entrepreneur. S the NYT (3x!) best-seller Writer. Coach S. S the Lover. S the Womanizer. S the Husband. S the Father.

Is something missing, in this deck of Happy Families?

S the (closeted) Gay, of course.

It doesn't really matter the man himself took the time to deny it loud and clear. Twice. This avatar, fueled by idiocy, hatred and ignorance, makes regularly the rounds, each and every time we dare to celebrate something, anything really. It serves three tribes and serves them well: the Congregation of Domestic Bliss (aka Taiters). The Data Lounge crowd. And the Disgruntled Harpies, who once were some of the most fervent Ginger Jesus worshippers, but whose hopes, dreams and trust wrecked on the shores of Quarantein Ha-wa-wee.

It is the proper of calumny to leave a pungent, persistent trail wherever it fumbles around. Calomniez, calomniez, il en restera toujours quelque chose, Beaumarchais once wrote. Calumny, calumny, something's gonna stick - in a very lazy, but dependable translation. This one is particularly vicious, because it sounds coherent: he trades in make-believe, lots of actors are, precedents exist. And my favorite: it explains everything (fun fact: it doesn't even start to cover the shitshow).

Four exhibits should put us out of this dumpster. Chronologically and comparatively:

Exhibit A: Rough Beginnings (2009)

This one is the most touted on Tumblr, by that horrible woman Queen Puff thought was the same person as Paul C. (and was probably wrong). In a nutshell, she was in London then, she often went to the theatre, she was in the know, fuck knows what else, but she has SOURCES, too: there is nothing straight about his bat.

I suppose this person must have watched Nicholas de Jongh's Plague Over England, a play essentially narrating a scandalous episode of John Gielgud's biography, with a heavy-handed focus on homophobia in Britain during the 50's.

He got naked on stage! He kissed a man! Oh, oh, oh... the rumor! the scandal! (insert domestic fire shrieks) My eyes! Quick, let's fetch the smelling salts! And chlorine! I need a good rinse!

You would imagine Sodom & Gomorrah Ltd on that stage, eh?

Tumblrettes United of the disgruntled sort, did your talkative friend ever show you this devastating Guardian chronicle, signed by their in-house critic, John M. Morrison on February 27th 2009 (https://www.theguardian.com/stage/theatreblog/2009/feb/26/de-jongh-plague-over-england) ?

Should I sign it or use a pistol flare? It wasn't exactly scandalous, the only thing is the text was really, really piss poor. S is only gracing the above picture, hovering over the article: no mention of him whatsoever. Unlike Somerset 2019, a most Unremarkable Performance.

And S himself was very interested to explore precisely this kind of progressive-ish acting, as he clearly writes in Waypoints. This sounds legit - this is business, baby:

Exhibit B: Know your Classics, bi@ tches (2010)

*channeling Tears for Fears* Data Lounge, I am talking to you/[something, something]/These are the things I could do without...

Aside the already very, very tired stock stories purporting that "my dog's aunt knew Heughan and yeah, he was so, so, so gay I could cry", all you have (I checked!) is 1 (one) absolutely dubious BTS pic taken on the set of that terrible dud, Young Alexander, shot in Egypt, circa 2010. Prominently featuring S's waxed calves (see? gay AF!), an unbecoming, supremely effeminate white tunic and *gasp* a bong (no comments were made on that one, a pity). Yeah, you got it: I am writing and I am laughing at the same time. Freak.

How the hell do you want him to look but, pardon my French, queer as a three-dollar bill? You clearly have no idea about sexual ambiguity as social norm in Ancient Greece and also no clue about that fascinating Alexander himself, his life and his yeah, blatant, documented bisexuality.

Take one of the most interesting sources (yeah, only serious ones, with FACTS) of the Late Antiquity, a guy named Athenaeus of Naucratis. He left us The Banquet of the Learned, a fifteen-volume encyclopedic compilation on the pleasures of eating and drinking and doing it in style, along with some juicy gossip. For example, this (open in separate tab, it's worth it):

What do we read? Alexander's mom, dad and tutor (Aristotle, my favorite Greek philosopher, along with Diogenes) are worried he finally might not really be into women, after all. The future of the Macedonian Kingdom itself is at stake (that watery semen made me choke on my Coke) and this is a very serious affair of the state. The most cost-effective and discreet solution is to handsomely pay that Callixeina courtesan from (famous for pin-ups) Thessaly and be done with it.

Apparently, it worked, not without some resistance. If you ever have the curiosity to go on that (in)famous Wikipedia, you will find a whole page dedicated to Alexander the Great's personal life. It reads exactly like the ABC, do-re-mi summer soccer mercato, feat. the Fitness Harem. One of the major joys of Classical studies is to realize we really didn't invent anything new.

But I digress again, so onwards to ...

Exhibit C: Jobbing Actor on the Road, nothing straight about his Bat (2011-2013)

Once the Batman show is on world tour, things are looking a bit better and it is time to try and lockpick America. Still, the struggle is real:

Also, this:

This is something no one noticed. And this is very clear: how on Earth do you expect to commit to a relationship, any relationship, when your basic needs, according to Maslow's Pyramid (a roof, a job, a steady paycheck, etc), are not satisfied? What would you offer your woman? Your precarity? Your insecurity? Your fear and shame of the bailiffs? A pint of cheap Polish beer? A futon in Golders Green?

But let's conveniently not answer these questions. Let's pretend that poverty has no impact on one's sexual life or dating history. Let's just endlessly cackle and blather on a drunk tweet stating candidly - and perfectly truly - "there's nothing straight about my Bat". I hate to quote myself - for any good speaker, this is a defeat- but, LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE OF MORDOR:

Exhibit D: A French example - the case of Michel Serrault

The 1979 comedy La Cage aux Folles, later adapted for the US public under the name of Birds of a Feather (that Robin Williams/Nathan Lane forgettable gay movie) is absolutely representative for the live and let live French approach to homosexuality, ever since it was decriminalized by the revolutionary Penal Code of 1791. This is why I chose Michel Serrault, one of its two leads, to illustrate my Gay Anon post. Not to mention Serrault was a genius who could play absolutely anyone, from a retired hitman in Matthieu Kassowitz' Assassin(s) to Zaza Napoli.

This balding, ageing, cantankerous drag queen (sound is horrific, but you've got English subtitles - granted, you lose about 30% of the hysterical hilarity in translation, but it is what it is), as seen here in a domestic scene opposite her partner, played by notorious womanizer Ugo Tognazzi:

By the limp standards of Mordor, Serrault must have been a French LGBTQ+ institution, given his stellar, flawless acting, isn't it?

Incorrect, dolls. In his real, personal life Serrault was a devout Catholic, an exemplary father of two and a one-woman man. His wife, Nita Serrault, whom he met in drama school and never looked back.

It almost sounds like... but no, this cannot be..

The hard, gruesome life of shippers.

#Youtube

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

MASTERLIST/PLAYLIST/PICS

Chapter 1

Out in the forest, it was too easy to pretend that everything was perfect. Within the Nantangs' calls and the Ritis' chirping and the Pa'lis stamping about, peace was not hard to find.

Leyra could forget about her life in the village for a few fleeting seconds here and there. But then the little reminders, such as her particularly makeshift bow, or her ratty clothes, or her unusual white skin, would send her crashing back into her reality like a tidal wave.

Said reality included spending most of her days alone, with trees for friends and bugs for company. Her father, the only clan member who would willingly converse with her, spent all his days hunting or planning hunts as Jake Sully's--the Omatikaya Olo'ektan's--second in command.

Sometimes she liked her father's position. She'd get a heads up on where not to go to avoid the hunting parties and training sessions, and he'd occasionally come home with interesting drama for her regarding the other clan members.

Her mother had died on the frontlines of the Battle of the Tree of Souls. She had been an amazing warrior, well-renowned in the clan. Leyra's father won't say it outright, but her mother had been devastated when she was born. A perfect warrior giving birth to an albino freak show. She didn't have to live with the shame for long, as she died only one month after Leyra had been born.

Her father had been an amazing parent to her, supporting her and taking care of her the best that he could under Mo'at's rules. He brought her portions of the meals to eat separate from the clan so she could avoid the stares and whispers that still occurred even though she was bordering on seventeen.

Over time, the forest had become her safe space where she spent most of her time, despite the amount of times it had almost killed her. Though, she had learned a lot through experience and developed her own way of surviving in it.

Currently, she was perched in a tree beside some harmless little birds and was watching the Pa'li stampede around and drink nectar.

The sound of twigs snapping caught both her attention and that of the Pa'li. Another crunch had the horse-like creatures herding themselves away from the source of the sound. Leyra leaned back to look around the tree and see what animal had made the sound, only to find a young Na'vi boy stumbling his way through the underbrush.

He must be lost, she thought. Hopping down from the tree soundlessly, she approached the young boy.

"Hello," she spoke softly, startling the boy only a bit. "My name is Leyra," she flicked her finger away from her face in Na'vi greeting, "are you lost?"

Unbeknownst to them both, Neteyam had already spotted them, but kept his distance as he was surprised to see such a different-looking Na'vi teen.

The little boy returned the gesture sheepishly and muttered a, "yes, very."

She let out a small giggle at his honesty. "What were you doing out this far in the forest in the first place?"

"Neteyam agreed to take us kids out to see the hunters train, but I got distracted by a bug and was separated."

"Ah, I see. Would you like me to take you back to the village or to the training grounds?"

"You know the way?" He was bewildered. Leyra found it refreshing to speak to someone who had no hatred or pity or really any opinion of her at all.

"Yes, of course I do. I am not lost at all, I never am."

"Wow. But how? The forest all looks the same everywhere!"

"There are differences. I can teach you once you're older, if you want. That way, you'll never get lost again."

"Yes, please! Umm, could you take me back to the village? I sure would like to see my mom."

"Of course. It's this way, let's go."

The kid grabbed her hand, and it startled her. No one had made skin to skin contact with her in a long time. She tried to play it off and gripped his hand in return, which made him smile at her. It all but melted her fragile heart.

"There you are, Zi'um!" Neteyam finally emerged from the brush, a serious look on his face meant to scold the boy.

"Neteyam!" The boy leapt into the future Olo'ektan's arms. Neteyam chuckled, picking him up and holding the youngster over his hip.

Once the boy had comfortably settled, Neteyam's focus drifted to Leyra. He kept asking himself, since when had there been a white Na'vi in the clan? Had he really been so busy as to not notice such an extraordinary being? "Hello."

His presence was making her sweat. Her father always told her to avoid unnecessary attention, and here the future Olo'ektan was, trying to hold a conversation with her. "Hello, Neteyam."

Her voice was softer and nicer than he had been expecting from such an unusual creature. "Do I know you?"

"Oh, uh, no. I don't think you would. I just know of you, with you being the up-and-coming Olo'ektan and all."

He cursed himself for assuming they had met before and making things awkward for her. He had forgotten that his name was a well-known one. "Oh, right, yes. I think I would have remembered someone who looks like you."

A light blush tinted her cheeks in embarrassment and she looked down. Even the Olo'ektan's son was making fun of her. There really was no end to it all.

Neteyam took her blush to mean that his half-flirting attempt at pointing out her Eywa-given beauty had worked, and that she was flustered by his charm. He was, on this rare occasion, very wrong.

"Walk with us back to the village?"

Leyra was puzzled by him offering this after he had just insulted her, but she knew better than to try to disobey him. "Alright."

The three started off towards the mountain village entrance. Neteyam shushed at Zi'um, who was now whimpering about seeing his mother and apologizing for wandering off. Neteyam reassured him on both accounts.

Leyra enjoyed getting to see the soft interaction between them. People usually reserved their worst selves for when she was near.

Not long into the journey, the emotionally exhausted child fell asleep in the warrior's arms.

"What were you doing out in the forest, all alone?" Neteyam questioned her in a whisper once he was sure Zi'um was going to stay asleep.

"Oh, I-" she wasn't sure of what response he was expecting, "I was exploring, like usual."

"So, you spend a lot of your time in the forest, then?"

Yes, her father dropped her off to the forest floor on his ikran each morning after breakfast and picked her up each evening in time for dinner. "Yes, practically every day. I like having only the forest for company."

Neteyam hummed, intrigued by her response. In his eyes, the forest was a beautiful ecosystem best watched from afar. Too many dangers lurked just beyond one's line of vision. It was definitely a great circle, one that he was a part of, and it provided the clan with shelter and food. Though, he much preferred to look down on it from his ikran rather than from on the ground.

Leyra resisted the urge to ask him what exactly his indistinct hum had meant. Silence fell over the pair, and Leyra savored the adorably relaxed expression on the young boy's sleeping face.

She was smiling at the boy's face when Neteyam turned to look at her, wondering what she was thinking about in the silence. She averted her eyes upon making eye contact with him, the smile quickly fading.

Though, not before Neteyam saw it. And he decided he liked her smile.

They continued until they reached the bottom of the cave entrance and Neteyam called for his ikran to take himself and the boy up to basecamp.

As he mounted himself and Zi'um onto the animal, he opened his mouth to say something to Leyra, but nothing came out.

He didn't want her to walk off again and continue being alone in the forest. He knew firsthand how dangerous that was. Though, he could tell by her slightly turned away body that she had no interest in returning to the base with them.

"Be safe," he settled on, accompanied by a sturdy nod.

She smiled at him, but it wasn't like the smile he had gotten a glimpse of before. This was polite, obligatory.

"You too, Neteyam."

#avatar #leyra #neteyam #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar neteyam #neteyam x oc #na'vi oc #albino #loak #lo'ak sully #loak sully #lo'ak #neteyam x reader #neytiri sully #james cameron #jake sully #mo'at #kiri #sully kids #kiri sully #tuktirey #tuk #tuk sully #omatikaya #omatikaya oc #albino oc #albino na'vi oc

[altschmerzes]

if anyone has cats they would like to send me pics of i would appreciate that a lot i am having a very very fucking weird one right now and don’t really know what to do with myself.

the short version is: my dad died today. the long version is..... probably an absolutely ridiculous overshare but. like i said. don’t know what to do with myself so i’m just. idk im talking out loud i guess, putting this Somewhere. it’s. heavy, sorry.

so the post i made recently celebrating seven years going no-contact with my abusive father who kind of ruined my life in a lot of really serious ways i am likely never really going to completely recover from? yeah. he had a stroke earlier this year that sounded like it was pretty serious and that was a lot to process and then i just got the call from my mom that he had a heart attack while fishing with a friend this afternoon and died. apparently it was fast, which is good. he was fifty-five and i guess he’d just hit two years sober.

my mom sounded really upset on the phone, and i guess she’d only found out less than ten minutes before she called me, she just told my sister, who lives with her, and my sister went off to take a shower (read: have a breakdown in the shower), and then called me immediately and said “your dad died” as soon as i answered with a hey, what’s up. they’d been divorced for twenty years and he was a fucking bastard but i guess your ex-husband and your kids’ dad who you’ve recently been reconnecting with and spending time with again dies and you’re probably gonna have some strong feelings about it. my sister is in pieces, they’d reconnected and were spending a lot more time together. in their text they said ‘i barely got any time with him and i’m fucking heartbroken’.

and because he has no other living relatives my 23 year old sister who is uh, in a fragile state on the best of days, is gonna have to deal with all of the paperwork and shit that happens when someone dies. and my sister and i’s relationship is like.... it’s complicated, to put it politely, they are very hard for me to be around for a lot of reasons, but i wouldn’t wish that on them and i wish i was able to take on that stuff if only because i’m almost through law school and i’m the least emotionally invested in the man and it just would be easier for everyone if i did the paperwork and whatever.

and then there’s my brother, because i have a brother, who i barely talk about because it hurts to think about him. he’s nine years older than me and he’s my half-brother by my dad and after my dad went to prison on drug charges i didn’t see him for thirteen years. and then a long time after a brief visit too. he’s got two kids now, and for a while there we were in sporadic contact, but i haven’t seen or heard from him since i was maybe nineteen. and my mom was just kind of rambling on the phone about how she had to find my brother’s mother’s contact information because someone had to tell him and because i’m all the way out here and i can’t DO anything else i told her i’d find her and tell her what happened and get everyone’s contact information for whatever’s coming next so. now i’ve texted my brother, who is a living wound in my life, for the first time in like six years. he hasn’t answered yet and according to his mother he’s ‘devastated.’ so.

i’m not. i’m not devastated. i don’t know what i feel honestly. once i tracked her down on facebook and dealt with all of that i just sort of sat at the kitchen table and stared at the wall for a long time. listened to the mountain goats song ‘pale green things’ and drifted in a weird numb void. i’m not.... sad. not about him anyway. i don’t know what i am. i have a very difficult time articulating my feelings on a good day, fuck i mean i have a hard time identifying my feelings on a good day. some combination of autism and cptsd and the sense that if i have feelings someone is going to die, maybe me, maybe someone else. if i have feelings, i get someone killed, is the thought process, which is a long story but. is extremely hard to work around, especially when i don’t see the point because taking active steps to make my feelings known and make them something someone else has to deal with is like. what’s the point. why do that.

so i don’t know what i feel. i feel strange and distant and not-sad and kind of angry at my sister and brother for some fucking reason and guilty and resentful and relieved. there’s some relief in there i think, because it’s like. i don’t know. i had the thought earlier, ‘oh thank gd’ which is. it sounds heinous but i now i’ll never have to choose between attending my sister’s wedding and not having to see him there, if i go back to my hometown and feel like there’s a monster stalking me from the shadows i can just tell myself the fucking monster’s fucking dead and he can’t ever hurt me again. nobody in my family is ever going to be able to pressure me to just talk to him already, just move on and let it go. reconcile, forgive, get past it.

(i don’t know how much any of them know. i have never discussed this with my parents or my sister and i never plan to. we’ve talked about some things in vague euphemisms and talked around it even more. when he got out of prison and then when he was done stalking us which he did for a while and got some help i guess and was doing a bit better my sister wanted to reconnect with him and i didn’t. i had panic attacks, i was terrified, i didn’t want anything to do with him and i didn’t want my sister anywhere near him and i remember all my mom had to say to me about that was ‘if it makes you feel any better, i could take him.’ i don’t know what to... i just don’t know.)

i dunno. i don’t know. when i visited my hometown and stayed at my parents’ house (my grandmother’s house, when i say ‘parents’ i mean her and my mom generally) i slept with a knife on my bedside table and a plan of how to get out the window because i’d heard that he’d started dropping by sometimes and i was too scared to sleep otherwise. he terrorized me. i have very few memories from before he went to prison and most of them are of being terrified for my life. of being chased through the house, staying above the garage because for some reason we couldn’t be in the house that night. sexual abuse that i can still barely handle thinking about. he haunts my nightmares regularly, even though i haven’t seen or spoken to him in seven years, didn’t see or talk to him very often before that. i have panic attacks in my sleep dreaming about him, enough that i have to be medicated for it.

he’s a person who was deeply troubled and sick and suffered unimaginably in his life and it’s just.... i know all of that and i just. i don’t know. i hope he’s at peace i guess. i know he never was when he was alive. i know i’m not at peace most of the time, largely because of the shit he did to me. i don’t know. i don’t know. my dad’s dead.

#abuse cw #death cw #i dont know man. i dont even know. #csa mention #very briefly but. yeah. i dunno. #this is heavy sorry #long post

[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

Tech is totally that person.

You know.

You vent to them about your relationship struggle and instead of them going "Aww, that sucks, I am really sorry for you.", they send you a whole laundry list of possible courses of action they think you should take.

You complain about your bike breaking down and instead of offering words of comfort, they drive down to your house at 11p.m on a Monday night equipped with an entire garage worth of tools you never even knew they had and fix the bike for you, free of charge.

You just had the most awful day of your life and want someone to just tell you it's going to be okay, but the only person physically available is the one that's emotionally unavailable, so they clean your apartment and cook you dinner and do your laundry and get the groceries and you somehow feel better without them actually listening to your rants.

You know, that person. The "no comfort, only fix" person.

After the loss of Lula, Omega (and Wrecker) has been absolutely miserable to deal with. It's not that hard to crack why, really. Lula was the first toy Omega ever held in her hands. This child raised from infancy in a sterile lab as a medical assistant, who could never just be a child, was finally allowed to be one. And to lose that source of comfort, the thing that somewhat symbolised your freedom, your right to just be a kid? Omega is devastated.

She knows and understands that Tech cares. He doesn't say it, he doesn't even show it like she or the others would, but he really does. At least about Echo, and Crosshair, and the Marauder. But does he care about a child's plaything? Hard to tell, but she vents anyway.

And Tech will be damned if he doesn't do anything about it, so he sets out on a sewing journey.

To be fair, he knows nothing about sewing, but that has never stopped him before, has it?

He sends a pic to Echo asking about an old shirt he left behind when he was leaving, and yeah, ripping it apart half an hour after asking might have been a bit too early, but Tech is a man on a mission now. Echo can shove it, he shouldn't have left the shirt with them if he wanted it so much. At least it will have a new, noble purpose now.

He buys needles, thread and packing on a supply run and pours hours upon hours of research time into watching sewing tutorials and combing through arts-and-crafts forums until he feels like his eyes will melt off his face. He stays up till the dead of night, vision swimming and blurry, designing and redesigning his new creation with such precision and attention to detail you would believe he was designing a brand new starship.

With hands shaky from exhaustion and caffeine overconsumption, he begun working on his newest passion project. With the needle weaving in and out of the material and occasionally stabbing him in the fingers, concentration visible on his face and yawns escaping his mouth, he was able to finish just before dawn.

He held up his creation in the air as if it was worth more than that cursed Serennian war chest and inspected his handy work.

It looked like shit.

Just before he was able to hide his mistake, Omega burst in, curious to see what her brother was working on all day and night. She saw the plushie making a 360 in the air just before it hit the wall and slid down pathetically into the garbage can below.

To Tech's bewilderment, Omega fished that poor, unshapely and unsightly blob of material from the can and inspected the plushie, upon which she hugged it tightly and scurried off to her room, her new treasure in tow.

A week later, Tech is still scratching what's left of his hair to figure out why she loves that thing so much, as it looks nothing like Lula, or well, anything in particular.

And Omega herself knows it's not the best thing that ever graced the universe, but Tech made it.

He made it for her.

edit: this post has been up for 10 hours already and only now did I notice I kept talking about sawing, the thing you do with wood, instead of sewing, the thing you do with needles. 17 years of learning English, paying through my nose to get my C2 certificate and going to fucking university to study English and my 1 a.m. tbb rot brain decided we don't know English anymore.

#tbb tech #tbb omega #the bad batch #tbb lula #I wrote it at 1 am instead of sleeping #because I like to torture myself #Tech is a good brother #I still have a drawing my older brother made of a rose that actually kind of looks like a cabbage just because he made it #also #I am that annoying person

[rantsandsparkles]

Bones and All - Review (Spoiler Free)

So I’ve taken a couple days to really process what I’ve seen and now I’m ready to talk about Bones and All!

I love horror, and I love Chalament so a horror film with Chalamet? Sign me the fuck up! I was really excited to see this movie. Like couldn't wait for the release excited, so I started looking up festivals that were playing it to see if I could go to one and see it early excited. I got lucky and found one near-ish bought tix and was counting down the days to see it. And my screening had a Q&A with Luca, a bunch of the cast and the composers (pic below) ! The movie was also getting overwhelmingly positive reviews , so all of this combined with my anticipation should have set me up to really love this film right?  Right??

Unfortunately, no.... No. It did not. I did not enjoy this film. I really wish I did, and maybe I’ll like it more after a second viewing, but my initial thought was “what the fuck did I just watch”

See there’s a big difference between hearing a movie is about cannibalism and seeing a movie about cannibalism. If its unclear to anyone reading this , they are definitely straight up killing people and eating people in this movie. And there are many, many close-up shots of characters eating hunks of flesh off a recently deceased or still living body. To be fair, to sum the movie up to just being about cannibalism is incredibly reductive. More broadly its really supposed to be a love story about finding someone who loves and accepts you as you are and how that can change your life, but I'll talk more about that that later.

Putting the cannibalism of it all aside... I will say that because its a Luca Guadagnino film, predictablity the film is beautifully made. There is something so arresting about the contrast of such a beautiful film with such violent subject matter. Also because it's Luca, he can get incredible composers like Trent and Atticus to make a fantastic score on a small budget. And again, because its Luca, and he’s able to get some of the best actors in the world to work for him on a small budget. The performances in this movie are all top notch. Not a single weak link. Mark Rylance  plays a really creepy, almost endearing, older man that takes an incredible turn. Timmy is classic Chalamet in this; vulnerable, charismatic, a little awkward at times, incredibly sexy in others, emotional and ultimately utterly devastating. Taylor Russell is just stunning. The camera freaking loves her and she has this uniqueness about her, unlike any other actress I’ve seen lately. Like a quiet power, a kind of commanding meekness? I don’t know how to describe it. It was giving me strong early J-law winters bone era vibes.

Back to the romance bit. My main issue with this film is the Taylor and Timmy pairing. I just did not get romantic chemistry between these characters. The movie doesn't give you much time to see it blossom, we're just meant to believe that it happened and it's like "oh they're in love now". There was more chemistry between Timmy’s character and another character in the middle of the story than there was between these two, and I think that is one of the reasons the movie didn’t work for me as a whole. If the movie is really about finding solace and through love and connection despite your flaws, then audience really needs to buy the romance. Because cannibalism is a one hell of a flaw to overlook. But I wasn't invested in their romantic relationship at all. I would have been more, dare I say sympathetic to them eating people lol and down to ship it even if I was. But since I wasn’t invested I was left feeling like "uhhhh is no one going to arrest them??? They're dangerous!!"

I will definitely be going to see it again when its officially released in theaters, but as of now I am left scratching my head. What is everyone else is seeing that I am missing? This should have been right up my alley so I went in expecting to be fed, but I left feeling famished.

5/10

#movies #movie review #moviereview #bones and all #luca guadagnino #timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #taylor russell #mark rylance #trent reznor #atticus ross

[aisawvhel]

04/02/24

hi diary! as expected, i’ll be seeing you today as well :)

just like i expected, this day will be filled with happiness since today was picture day.

but first, i woke up around 4am and saw the news that my classmate passed away, and it is so devastating for me since he used to make the atmosphere in our room better with his jokes and stuffs. and seeing his friends earlier with those puffy eyes breaks my heart. it is too early for you to leave this world, classmate. but now, magpahinga na ikaw, wala ng pain d‘yan sa taas, classmate.

so, this day was the best! it’s better than i expected yesterday. maaga akong pumasok with nadi kanina tapos i saw him earlier this day hehehe. then when my girls came, that’s when my happy moments started.

i was with them the whooooole day and i ain’t complaining. so, i was wearing a very super light make-up earlier and i didn’t curl my hair bcs i was afraid na maging late, so umalis na ako before 6:30. annnnd, G made my make-up, siya yung halos nag ayos sa akin, and also, with my hair. i also loved the fact that i became more close to F and i swear she’s so nice and pretty! i was just waiting for G to send the pics earlier so i can take a better look at it and post it on my socials >////< then, right after taking photos for our graduation pic, we swaps pictures and i got G, F, S, P, C, A and J. i was a bit sad since i didn’t have any pics of R, E, and B but that’s okay. i got R’s picture on my though :)))) after the swapping of pics, we decided to stay na lang sa room since super init, then there, we played games. we made our pics (f’s cards) as our cards. the first game was, kailangan namin makuha yung own picture namin without peeking sa card na kukunin and the last person who find her/his pic ay pipitikin sa kamay. and yk what, the first thing i picked was R’s picture T_____T i am just hoping that they didn’t notice the way i acted earlier when i saw his picture. then the next game was B’s idea. sabi niya “kung sino ang mapipili mo, malaki yung matutulong niya sa‘yo sa future mo.” something like that, and guess who i picked... IT WAS R AGAIN !!!! i hope okay... i hope >////< i really like him so bad. then the last one before we came back again sa room 201 ay kung sino yung makukuha namin na card ay ide-describe namin then the rest ay huhulaan kung sino. and i love the way they described me as “tahimik” and “mabait” i forgot some pero all of the words they used to describe me made my heart happy. but G’s description of me was a bit realistic, not in the bad way okay, it’s just that, i love that she knows me so well :((( she even told anyone earlier that she won’t leave me again and i swear i almost cried, also F’s description of me earlier “mabait ‘to tapos feeling ko mapapa-ano siya sa‘tin” it’s like she’s saying na mapapalapit ako sa kanila lalo and i wish yes. i love being with them so bad. sadly we didn’t get to play again after the others got their own pictures but that’s alright. andddd last but not the least, i was their camera woman when they took pictures together. i wasn’t sad bcs i wasn’t there. i feel happy just being with them. i love how they made me feel like i belong to them. i might cry. tapos, nag buy kami ng mysip kanina and also water tapos i shared my mysip with S then i also asked P’s for water kasi mas uhaw ako sa water and i was so happy na he did let me drink sa water niya. tapos nung pauwi na, ang clingy sa akin ni F and my heart jumps >////< omg. i was so so so so sooooo happy, bye. then the last one, sabay kami ni S naglakad papauwi, then nag milktea kami both. ang saya-saya niya kausappppp. i wish to talk to her more in the futureee, sadly ngayon ko lang sila naging ganito ka-close kung kailan matatapos na ang s.y :((

i love being with you mostly, not really being with you but, just feeling you around me, i like it. idk why, basta i like you. and you’re a torpe pala. i wish to have more interactions with you in the future, R. :)

i guess ito na yon? i can’t remember anything na other than these e. so i guess this is it na.

thank you for this day, universe. please fill my april with happiness and kindness.

— sincerely,

isobel.

[suchsaccharine]

I feel I am in a stalemate. He has shown me and told me that he's not going to try to improve himself or his relationships with me and ___ by seeing a therapist just once even, of course not ..bc there nothing wrong with him. He told me straight up, this is what I'm offering you, nothing more, if you don't like it then figure it out and leave.

Today is the 3 yr anniversary of finding out i can't have kids (naturally, realistically.) and I'm getting my period tmrw and I am struggling so bad with $ so bad my bank account is about to overdraft and I have nothing coming in to look forward to rn. Anyway today I cried and my body hurt and I developed tensions headache that turned into a migraine and I never had one before. It was so bad. And my back is fucked and I'm crying all emotional about everything. My grandma, ___’s baby pics that are lost from my drives suddenly -don't ask I can't talk about it but idk what or how it happened. I saw them not long ago and now everything from exactly Feb 'xx-May 'xx is GONE. I'm devastated to say the v least-, my baby I won't have, having to plan Christmas rn around how sad everyone is about my grandma...like they are allll fucked up in Ohio. I have to go see them. Bf is taking me and ___ for Xmas for 3 days. I told bf this evening .... (hang on I'm gonna c&p a twt I posted to I don't retype.. here..) I said "I am proud of myself for getting thru the past 2.5+ months bc it was grueling work everyday just staying alive… it was so heavy I just started blocking things out entirely the week before finals. But I made it. And I didn’t feel like I would/could.. (2/2) I told my bf exactly what I just posted and his response was to put his face into the back of the couch and start falling asleep until I made the bed for him to lay on w a pillow over his head. Nice. I am completely dumbfounded. I feel like I am an idiot… I am so publicly dumb."

He said that I said a lot and he didn't know what to say and I said that's fine and then he hasn't spoken to me since except to answer "no" when I ask if I said something wrong out there.

I just need more emotional support than he can even detect. How did I end up so entwined with someone so emotionally undeveloped? How did I not see? He tried to control me and I put my foot down and then he tried turning on ___ and I again put my foot down and told him that this isn't working and I will do what's best for ___. He told me that he's not changing his parenting or anything at all so if I don't like him then I need to decide on that. I do like him I just don't like certain things. Some that you can change, like parenting style. Others not as easily, like learning to feel compassion and how to hold space & grace in good faith. How to be there when someone is sad. How to silently be there but not ignore them. I think that I love him but I also think that I will always find myself unfulfilled and resentful that he cannot or will not be there for me emotionally. He no longer has the role of step parent. It probably seems mostly the same to ___ but bf doesn't make any decisions at all. I told him we need to agree or compromise and if no compromise can be had, then we default to what I want. He said no it's all you now. If it's all me then...we're putting on a show for ___. We aren't cohesive. He said he stands by his methods and is unwilling to change that or compromise, so he is like ..resigning? I need some real money and fast. I need a house for ___ and my cats and where I can get ___ a dog. I need a job that pays enough while I also finish school... I probably realistically need to go to the gym for real and stop eating carbs and processed food and get back into sex work. I can't dance cause of my back but I know how to make more money anyway. I can do it. I can do this. I can leave someone I love because they don't have the tools to be there for me in ways I need it most.

I don't need anyone else. I can make my own money. I can pay my own bills and fix my own teeth and maintain my own car.. I can.

#I can leave #leaving #relationship #eedee tumblr #eedeetwt #parenting #trauma #tw drugs #college #weight loss #sw #new era #i can do this #i can do anything #watch #narcissistic abuse #eedee #late twenties #old tumblr

[httpiastri]

you’re enough – ln4

the aftermath of lando’s qualifying session in mexico

genre: comfort, a suggestive mention at the end

pairing: female reader x lando norris

requested: yes! requests are open :)

warnings: uhhh sadness 🤣 and a lil suggestive towards the end

author's note: back at it again with pics that are the exact same vibe as always 😶 anyway. love lando, felt so bad after the last quali but he's such a good boy. <3 im away for handball all weekend so idk how much i'll be able to post (or watch).... have a good day everyone!!

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lando flops down onto the bed with a sigh. you look at him over the book in your hands, watching his tired posture as he pauses for a moment. then, he pulls off his shirt before letting his head crash down onto the pillows. you see from the corner of your eye how he drags a hand through his hair, his gaze pointed straight up in the air, and you reach over to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing him slightly.

you're about to continue reading, but something feels wrong. the air is thick with tension; it's silent yet so loud. any other day, he would say something, make a joke, tell a funny story, anything. even rip the book out of your hands because he's jealous that it's stealing your attention. but not today.

you insert your bookmark in-between the pages, placing it neatly on the bedside table before turning back to your lover. he hasn't moved an inch, hands resting behind his head as he just stares at the roof.

you've seen him worn out before, and you've been with him through many lows. yet, your heart breaks a little when you see the look of complete exhaustion in his eyes.

he did his best, like he always does. shit happens, life goes up and down, sports are sports. and you know he'll get over it, but it's still so painful to see him like this.

your hand smooths over the skin of his abdomen. "you did what you could," you tell him, an apologetic smile spreading across your lips.

"yeah, but it's still..." he lets out yet another sigh, shaking his head slightly. "not enough."

"but you are enough," you give him a squeeze right above his hip and he shuts his eyes in response. "and you'll go out there tomorrow and perform, just like you always do. it doesn't matter what position you start on, you're always great."

this must be his hundredth sigh of the evening, but you don't blame him. he's under so much pressure these days; all of a sudden having a car capable of competing for podium placements means that every single mistake, his or the team's, can feel devastating. he's always been hard on himself, and you do your best to help him remember how well he is doing, but lando insists that his attitude is what's made him come so far in his career.

you give him a little tap, making him open his eyes again. "tell me i'm right," you order.

he takes a deep breath before obliging. "you're right."

"i always am, aren't i?" it's easy to tell that he isn't really in the mood for jokes, and you don't force him. however, you lean down to press your lips to his forehead and he feels your touch linger for a few moments when you speak again. "you're the best. my favorite boy. i'm so proud of you, always."

"thank you." he isn't usually very expressive when he's like this, so even just those two words are more than enough.

"is there anything i can do for you?" your thumb swipes across the hem of his boxers, dipping just below the edge as you innocently bat your eyes down at him.

and at last, he smiles. that cute little grin that you adore so much is finally plastered on his face again.

his eyes flutter closed as he shakes his head, taking his bottom lip between his teeth like he always does when he doesn't want the smile to grow too big. he gets the hint, and as much as he would love to take you up on your offer, it's not what he wants right now. "come here," he says, one hand landing on your cheek as he looks at you again. he guides you down to his lips, giving you a few quick kisses before his other hand reaches your hip, pulling your body to his.

you adjust to straddle his lap, placing one hand on each side of his head and thinking for a moment. "how about we go one round for every point you score tomorrow, hm?"

"deal."

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x yn #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #f1 fluff #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x yn #f1 x y/n #mclaren racing

[lovebynorth]

Pierre Gasly x Charles Leclerc's cousin!reader

I recommend listening to this playlist with the following remixes after the ' * '.

Not proofread and English isn't my first language so please be kind. I added some French as well but pls don’t come for my head if there are any mistakes hahahaha! Thank you and happy reading!

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You walk out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around your body as you hear the TV announce the devastating news for your cousin. Your dad and brother throw their hands in the air simultaneously, both frustrated because they were convinced Charles would bring it home today. "Ah merde," you mutter under your breath and your brother agrees.

"Not only will Charles Leclerc not start from pole position, he will not start the Monaco Grand Prix at all. Ferrari confirms that it's a problem with the left driveshaft, which is impossible to fix in time for the start of the race"

Just his luck.

"And it's lights out and away we go-"

The race starts and Max Verstappen quickly takes the lead. It wasn't a surprise to you since he's been dominating this season. Max was one of the few drivers you hadn't had the chance of meeting yet, but after a quick exchange of texts with Charles he'd make sure that Max would accept the invitation. Let's run over that again. You had begged Charles to come to your after party GP gig at La Rascasse since a friend of yours got the gig as Paddock DJ this year. Charles had made Pierre tag along because otherwise, he wouldn't go, Pierre had then invited a few of his friends which then later resulted in Charles asking his friends. Since it already was such a big squad forming you told him to ask Max. Charles knew Max was your favorite in the driver's championship and even though you didn't want to admit it. You were careful with choosing sides on the grid since your cousin, a real Monegasque, was the talk of Monaco. Monaco's crown jewel; or so they say, at least during the Grand Prix week.

Now since the Monegasque wasn't starting at all you took the opportunity to clear some things up over text, for instance when you were starting your set. You walked to your room, typing out a message.

You: Okay I've got some updates for you big man. I'll be playing around 10:30 pm to 1:30-2 am. please don't embarrass me or else i'll post that awful pic of you from Spain

You chuckle to yourself before plugging in your charger and later on placing your phone in front of your vanity mirror so you could watch the race from your room. A couple of yawns were leaving your lips as you dried your hair with a towel. You thought that a power nap would be to your advantage if you wanted to perform your best and stay awake the entire night. It was the first night out since lockdown after all.

Ding.

"Vettel, is ahead of Gasly? They're going to go wheel to wheel up Beau Rivage here. I think Sebastian Vettel, ahead of Pierre Gasly? Yes he is"

Is the first thing you hear when you wake up 30 minutes later. Of course, it wasn't just Charles that was going to be frustrated tonight. You had a feeling Pierre was going to be a bit grumpy as well. You reach over for you phone to check the text you had received just seconds ago.

Charles Leclerc🏎: Breh

va te fair fourte😢that's just cruel, you're straight-up blackmailing me

You grin before typing out a response.

You: Yeah whatever, as long as you bring Pierre you're excused👀

The three dots immediately pops up as soon as your message was delivered.

Charles Leclerc🏎: 😏😏😏😏😏Pierre huh?

You: and Max

and you can also add Daniel, Lando, George and Lance to the list

Charles Leclerc:🏎: Okay chill, stop exploiting me for my friends

You: BRO STOP I LITERALLY INTRODUCED YOU TO CHARLOTTE

Charles Leclerc🏎: I was gonna say jk but you never let me finish ahahah. Pierre and Max is coming tonight that's all I know. Do you have a reservation for us or do i have to fix everything myself?🙄😎

The banter between you had always been there. Charles always treated you as a younger sister and even though there was only a two-year difference between you he liked showing off his big brother side. He loved teasing you and was always the first to embarrass you if he wanted to spice things up on a night out. Luckily you were not the one taking shit for nothing, you always challenged him to a payback. It was usually in drinks or in arm wrestling (which you always won). The dynamic between you were always 100% vibes.

You: 1 table for 8 people. Told you I'd fix it. Don't be late!

Charles Leclerc🏎: can't make any promises, Pierre is my best friend so I tend to be late 😂

You: tell your best friend he'll get to help me in the DJ stand if you both make it on time

Charles Leclerc🏎: omg omg omg I'll definitely tell him that😏 He'll freak out

How you knew Pierre? he invited Charles to go on a two week long hot boy summer vacation which he was very keen on joining. If it wasn't for you he would've definitely had gone, but he had promised to go on a family vacation together with his and your family to celebrate your dad's 60th birthday. All of you had somehow ended up in Spain which was funny considering that's exactly where Pierre and his friends were planning on going. Luckily, you and Charles had gotten the green light from your parents to leave the family gathering for a few days so the decision was pretty clear. You packed a weekend bag each and rented a car to go see them. Charles had tried to arrange a meeting between you and Pierre before, but he was always the one backing out, blaming it on COVID . Charles did know that deep down it was actually about Pierre being too shy, but of course, he hadn't told you that. He thought it was cute and were happy the two of you would finally meet.

"Hey, I'm Tom, nice to meet you!" a man comes up to you and Charles as you take out the bags from the trunk. You hand Charles his bag and Tom gives you and Charles a fist bump "I'm (y/n)," you respond with a big smile. "Well we're so happy you could join us. Must be quite nice to leave the family for a few days. Charles told me all about it, your dad's turning 60, right?"

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. It was quite entertaining knowing that someone you had known for less than five minutes already knew so much about you.

"Yeah haha, I didn't know he told you my entire life story already. Don't know if I'm surprised or frightened though"

You earn a laugh from Tom as he hurls his arms around you and Charles.

"He tends to have that effect on people this one. C'mon let's go inside we have people to introduce you to"

"Sure," you say and Charles is shaking his head before taking the lead inside.

The three of you walk inside and the moment you walk upstairs you hear a french voice yelling.

"Frérot!"

"Gavroche!" Charles responds walking up to Pierre giving him a bro hug.

"Ay fellas can we not use french during the holiday. I feel extremely incompetent and useless when you do" a guy from across the room yells.

You laugh.

"Nonbilingual club here. I'm Sean by the way" the guy waves from behind Pierre.

"Vous avez votre propre langage secret ou quelque chose du genre?" you ask, looking at Charles and Pierre. Tom offers to take your bag and you nod thankfully before handing it to him.

"Oh great we have another Frenchman here" Sean exclaims, throwing his hands in the air jokingly.

"Monegasque, if I may"

"Oh yeah, I forgot, the better kind" He winks at you and you chuckle.

Pierre dunks him hard on the back. "What did you just say" and Sean laughs before taking a sip from his beer.

You walk over to the kitchen to get some water but you feel a tap on your shoulder as you were reaching for a bottle in the fridge. You turn around to see the Frenchman in a backward cap in front of you. You'd lie to yourself if you didn't think he was attractive.

"Hi, I wasn't ignoring you earlier I promise. I just didn't know you were coming"

What a weird way of starting a conversation.

"It's alright, no worries," you say and opened the bottle of water to take a sip.

"And I get a bit shy sometimes, so I didn't want to embarrass myself. I'm Pierre by the way" he said, extending his hand.

You gave him a smile before shaking his hand.

"I'm (y/n) and I know quite a bit about you Gasly, but you don't have to be shy around me. Think of me as a second Charles"

Pierre returned your smile when he heard your response. "Nice to finally get a face to your name (y/n)"

"Nice to finally meet you too," you say, holding on to his hand a little longer than planned.

Pierre let go of your hand first, but you saw a grin forming on his lips.

"So, do you have any embarrassing stories about Charles?" he asked, looking over to the Monegasque who were engaged in a conversation with Tom and Sean.

"How long do you have?"

You and Pierre got along well. Maybe even a little too well. Charles had picked up on the subtle glances the two of you were sharing from time to time and the way Pierre always took the seat next to you. Always Charles on your left and Pierre to your right. Along with seat arrangements, Pierre always sought a way to find a spot in the photos you were taking for Instagram.

You're scrolling through the pictures on your phone smiling to yourself. "Hey, can you airdrop me the pictures?" he asks his french accent prominent.

You nod selecting a few of the pictures to your favorites. Pierre looks over your shoulder as you press share. You feel his cologne as you breathe in the light breeze that just hit your face. Pierre giggles, pointing at your screen, but his Iphone wasn't showing.

"You're phone isn't visible. Do you have Bluetooth on?" you ask, pressing share again.

He quickly checks his phone.

"Yeah, yeah there shouldn't be an issue. Weird..,"

"Hmm," you hum.

"Maybe I need your number" he then points out and he earns a giggle from you. "May I have your number please?" he then adds grinning.

- And that was the story of meeting Pierre Gasly. Of course Charles couldn't stop asking about the two of you when you were on your way back to link up with your families.

*

The vibes at La Rascasse are insane. You walk past the VIP section glancing over to your table for moral support. The boys hadn't arrived yet which made you mentally facepalm. Of course, they had the audacity to be late the one time you had asked for their support.

"One water, preferably bottle, and a beer please" You order at the main bar.

"11 euros please," the bartender says gesturing for you to scan your card.

"Thanks so much, have a great night," you say taking your drinks before heading closer to the DJ stand.

You could feel the nerves in your stomach. It wasn't just butterflies anymore, more like your heart having a party in there. You couldn't ignore nausea anymore so you took a sip from your beer hoping it would calm you down a bit. "You got this" you mumbled to yourself finally taking the last step up the stairs to the DJ stand. Looking over the crowd was mesmerizing. Oh what you had missed this. Losing yourself to the tunes and living in the moment completely.

Your hands touch the turntables just to get into the spirit. Inhale. Exhale. Let's do this.

"All I need is your love tonight-" starts and you make yourself ready to soon fade over to Candyshop and then Alors On Danse.

You sing the lyrics timing the beat and then; un, deux, trois, quatre - fade. "Qui dit étude dit travail. Qui dit taf te dit les thunes. Qui dit argent dit dépenses. Qui dit crédit dit créance-" the crowd starts singing and a smile is growing on your lips. You adjust your headset so you can hear better before looking out over the crowd. Hands in the sky vibing to the music that is pounding out of the speakers. You scan the crowd for familiar faces and you found some people you recognize, not the ones you're looking for though. You fade over to Daft Punks One More Time with Losing It as base track.

"(Y/N)!" you hear a weak voice blending together with the music. Your eyes look up and out to the crowd again. "(Y/N)!" there it was again.

Bad and Boujee replaces Daft Punk and after nailing the fade you look over to the bar signaling that you need a drink. The VIP area is now filled with people and you can't help but notice that your booked table was still empty. You try disguising your shaking head as bopping to the music, but you were only human, disappointment invading your thoughts.

Whilst waiting for your drink you queued a few premixed songs. You try shaking off the awful feeling but quickly conclude that the only solution was to distract yourself. You grab the microphone beside your setup singing along to the lyrics and you could hear the crowd whistling. Your arms move with the rhythm and when you hear the familiar pop from champagne bottles you knew. Your body moved in race pace and you climb up on the table beside your setup. There they were, by the bar, dancing, spraying everyone and anyone with champagne. This was the closest you'd ever come to a podium. You hear the two bottles clink together as Charles and Max took large sips. Daniel was the first one to wave and you couldn't help but laugh. So far you hadn't spotted Pierre, but you blew kisses to the boys anyway and Charles jumps into the crowd catching one. Max jumps after. Jesus Christ.

You feel a nudge on your ankle by something cold and you jump slightly. Standing behind, in the flesh, where the man you been secretly hoping for all night; Pierre Gasly. He had two drinks in his hands and he held out one to you.

"Hey! what's this!?" you ask, accepting the drink and he gives you his hand to help you down from the table.

"Mon chouchou!" he greets, getting a bit closer and then leaning over to connecting his lips to your ear. You instantly feel your heart in your throat. "It's called a Screaming Orgasm. I'm planning on giving you one later" he says, grinning.

Oh la la, you didn’t know drinks were considered special delivery tonight. Seems like french kisses aren’t enough for him. It sure isn’t for you.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly imagine #f1 #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 #gasly #team gasly

[hwajin]

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

genre: angst

pairing: skz x gn!reader

warnings: none (i think i'm editing this and am too lazy to read it through ndnwndnw)

req: yes

not my pics, credits to owner

ᴄʜᴀɴ

this man will feel guilty no matter what the reason for you moving away was. he wouldn't be able to sleep at night, would try to understand what he has possibly done wrong, that he hasn't been a good enough boyfriend, that he's been working too much etc etc. he'd also write about a million songs to deal with his emotions somehow.

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

he'd be like- angrily confused. i think he'd give himself the fault as well, though he'd still be somewhat pissed at you for acting like that, for not talking to him beforehand. and though he wouldn't show just how hurt and sad he is he'd be fighting with guilt inside because according to his logic your reason or motivation was him screwing up somehow.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

i feel like he would want to be very rational and- somehow quickthinking? like he would try to think clear and understand your motives without blaming himself as best as he can. he still would simply not be able to always appear as unfaded as hed love to, the lingering thought that you have left because of him in a way not letting him stay calm or unbothered. and similar to chan he wouldn't be able to stop writing songs about you.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

boy is devastated. he would blame himself, would neither sleep nor eat, would try to reach you, the whole package. i think next to looking for the blame in himself he'd start getting angry at you after a while because the more he'd think about everything, the more he'd understand that even if you left because of him, it would still have been possible to talk it out and that thought and kinda- slight anger at you is what keeps him going in the end.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

songs songs songs. he's not gonna stop writing songs because he doesn't know how else to cope with his feelings. he'd be majorly confused and startled constantly, just 24/7 trying to figure out the sense behind you leaving since he hasn't noticed any problems or anything. he'd rerun conversations in his head, would overanalyse your behavior in the days right before you left just to understand, because that's the only thing he'd want, to get behind the very reason you moved away without a word.

ғᴇʟɪx

oh gods poor boy is CRYING like every day all day. he knows he should be rational and get over it, especially if he'd try to reach you without success, but he can't stop thinking about you no matter how much he'd try. i feel like for him the most devastating fact is that you simply left without a word, not even a letter or anything, because it'd give him the feeling you weren't comfortable enough talking everything out with him and that's what'd break him, thinking he failed you.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

out of all of them he'd probably act the most rational and clear headed though it would not necessarily be easier for him, he'd just know how to cope better. he'd take some time off, explaining his friends he needs to be alone for a bit because he knows he's not okay and he knows he has to rethink everything and progress the whole situation, and the least thing he'd want is to bring down the people around him. he'd have sleepless nights where he'd nothing but think and'd try to understand and grasp the situation, but he very soon gets that it's healthier for him to move on while understanding that time will heal everything.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

i think he'd definitely seek help by other people around him, like- the exact opposite of seungmin. he'd need someone to talk to, someone who would be able to provide him another perspective since his thoughts would probably be stuck and he'd just constantly blame himself. other people would make him understand that he isn't fully at guilt for you leaving without a word, that you should have talked it out and that you were just as wrong in the situation, and that's what would ground him and make him feel better again too.

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[staticscreenwriting]

Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes

One - When Harry met Sally 

Synopsis: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. Growing  up, Bucky had not a doubt in his mind that his undeniable charm and his gorgeous smile would one day help him find the one. Now he realizes there’s so much more to romancing women, especially those from the 21st century. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for EP1 of TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

“ Now in the movies they make it look so perfect And in the background they're always playing the right song And in the ending there's always a resolution But real life is more than just two hours long “

Some Avett Brothers song sounds from the little radio that sits on the corner of the counter. Thick drops of rain pearl against the window, racing each other down the glass before meeting up eventually and becoming one with each other. 

(Y/N) refills the last of the mustard bottles, setting it on the counter next to the others. It’s a quiet night at the diner. The kitchen’s been closed for an hour now and usually, that’s when people stop coming in. While the Little Blue Diner is known for their hot dogs and burgers, neither their coffee nor their cold sandwiches are gonna win any prizes any time soon. 

And yet …

Sure enough, as her eyes lift towards the figure slouched down in the corner booth, his gloved hand is already outstretched, signaling his desire for yet another refill.

A mixture between a chuckle and a scoff tumbles from her lips at the thought of him wanting more of the slightly burned liquid. If there’s one thing (Y/N) can admit to being bad at, it’s brewing coffee. Where there should be a rich brown color, hers usually ends up with an inky black hue and instead of leaving a hint of warm caramelization on your tongue hers just tastes bitter. It doesn’t seem to face the man in the corner though. Not even a little bit. To say this worries her is a bit of an understatement. No one in their right mind would take 7 refills of her witch's brew.

“ You okay, my dude ? “ (Y/N) inquires as she steps up to his table, coffee pot in hand. 

The man doesn’t look up at her. He doesn’t have to. She’s acutely aware of the character currently occupying the corner booth. It’s a face she knows like the back of her hand. One that’s been staring at her from books and documentaries, one she’s been greeted by every time her dad took her with him to the Smithsonian. Though they do not dare look up at her, she’s so awfully familiar with the bright blue shade of his eyes, he might as well be a long-time friend. 

“ I’m fine. “ 

Of all the lies in the world, “I’m fine” must be the most unbelievable one and yet the one told most often. No one who’s actually fine ever says those words. Those two words are reserved for the lonely and broken only. It’s like getting “I’m not fine at all” tattooed across your goddamn forehead. 

“ Sure you are, that’s why you’re having the 7th refill of my god awful coffee. “ 

“ ‘s not that bad. “ 

“ Sure, if you’re into licking charcoal it’s probably not that bad. “

It’s just a split of a second, a fraction of a moment, but (Y/N) is sure she can see the corner of his lips lifting slightly. It falls back into the stoic scowl immediately but it was there. For a teeny tiny moment, there was the shadow of a smirk on his face and that’s a success in her book. 

“ Either way, here’s how we’re gonna do this. I’ll give you one last refill, after that, I’m cutting you off, my friend. I know I’m a waitress and it’s my job to bring you what you want but I do not fancy watching you suffer a caffeine-induced heart attack in this very diner. I am not equipped to handle a situation like that and quite honestly they don’t pay me enough to deal with that either. “ 

His eyes are still trained on the scratched-up white linoleum table but ever so faintly he nods his head in silent agreement. 

As promised, she pours him one last cup of coffee. A brew so dark it could rival the bubbling goo of a tar pit. 

“ Enjoy your last cup of the night, Mr. Barnes. “ 

It’s then, as she’s just about to walk back behind the counter, as those words leave her lips, that he looks up for the first time since he’s walked in. 

His eyes are the exact shade of blue she’s so familiar with but there’s something else about them. An infinite sadness haunts every spec of blue. Where she thought there would be a sparkle of adventure, a hint of mischief, there is just loneliness. This is not the man she’s read about in museums, heard about in stories. This man right here is completely and utterly lost.

“ I - I uh — “ 

He clears his throat, once, twice, then nervously brushes his hand across his face. 

“ I can go if you don’t want me here. “ 

“ Huh? “ 

“ I asked if you want me to leave. “ 

As those words escape him, his eyes seem to grow even more devastated. They glimmer with memories of a time long gone and a future uncertain. Shine with hurt and fear. 

“ Why would I ask you to leave? “ 

Bucky shrugs his shoulders in a way to make it look nonchalantly. It’s hard to seem casual though when you seem to carry the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. 

“ People who recognize me usually aren’t so keen on having me around. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m uh — I’m not people’s favorite person. “ 

It’s a sad thought, (Y/N) realizes, to be constantly bound to a past that is yours but never really belongs to you. To be forever linked with the horrible actions of a version of yourself you had no control over. And no matter how hard you try to set it all right and to repent for your wrongdoings, to some people it will never be enough.

“ No, you don’t have to leave, “ (Y/N) reassures before sliding into the booth opposite him. “ I don’t know you because of — because of what happened. I know you first and foremost as Sergeant Barnes, former officer of the 107th Infantry Regiment, part of the Howling Commandos, and best friend and brother to Steve Rogers. Everything else that’s — none of my business really. “ 

Bucky lifts his eyes off of the table again and while the sadness is still there, something else lingers for a moment. Curiosity, intrigue maybe, or just relief. 

“ Wow. Didn’t think I’d run into someone reciting my life to me. Huh. “ 

“ My dad used to be a curator at the Smithsonian. He was in charge of the Captain America exhibition. I’ve seen your face a million times, visiting him at work. I gotta say though, you look way more approachable and friendly on the picture they put up. “ 

This time, it’s more than a fleeting moment, this time she’s sure about it, this time he lets out an actual chuckle. 

“ I was a lot younger then, okay? Cut an old man some slack. “ 

“ Oh, you pulling the old man card now? “ 

“ Is it working? “ he asks, eyebrows raised in question. 

“ Not really. “ 

“ Ah, what a shame.” 

Silence settles upon them again like a thick duvet filled with feathers, it’s not uncomfortable but it’s smothering anyway.

“ Do you wanna talk about it? Your sour mood, I mean.” 

Bucky shrugs again “I have a therapist.” 

“ Does she make you draw your feelings? “ 

He smiles again at that question. His smile, (Y/N) thinks, ain’t the worst thing she’s ever seen. She wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.

“ No. Why? “ 

“ Mine did. She stopped pretty quickly though, I guess my drawings were too detailed and gory for her.” 

“ Huh. “ 

“ Mmmh.” 

After another sip of coffee, one he takes without grimacing, without showing any sign of disgust for the burnt brew, Bucky speaks up again.

“ Mine thinks I’m lying to her. “ 

“ Are you ?” 

“ Well yeah, but she doesn’t need to know that.” 

“ Maybe telling her the truth would help you. “ (Y/N) suggests only to be met with a determined head shake No from Bucky. 

The notification sound of a phone pulls them from their conversation and at the sight of the name on the display, Bucky lets an “oh shit” slip from his lips.

“ Don’t you sound excited about getting texts from your friends, “ (Y/N) jokes

“ I had a date last night. That’s her. “ 

“ Since she’s texting you I assume it went well. “ 

Bucky grimaces at her words, slightly shaking his head in disagreement.

“ No? “ 

“ I mean, I had fun and it went well — at first. She’s really sweet. But then we started talking and I may have run. “ 

“ Ran where? “ 

“ Away. “ 

“ Away as in you left. “ 

“ Mm-mmh” 

“ Just like that? “ 

“ Yup. “ 

“ Why? “ 

He throws up his arms in frustration and shakes his head again as if to gather all his thoughts and rattle them neatly back into place. 

“ I don’t know, okay? I haven’t been on a date since the 1940s. Everything I know about women and dating and romance seems antiquated. I’m overwhelmed and confused and I just don’t wanna do anything wrong.” 

“ Dude, you ran from your date without any explanation. How much worse could you have handled it? “ 

“ Yeah well, hindsight is 20/20. “ 

While his words try to sound light and nonchalant, his shoulders tense and his whole demeanor seems to shift back into the gloomy state he’s been in since he entered the diner. Like a big cloud that’s following him around, casting shadows at all times and hardly allowing any light to shine through.

“ Look, I don’t think any of us know what the heck we’re doing half the time. Like, trust me I know what I’m talking about. Online dating means I have to choose between men who think posing with a dead fish will make me want to sleep with them, men who think knowing obscure Star Wars facts can replace having an actual personality, and men who send me pictures of their … privates without me ever giving any indication of wanting to see those. So yeah — dating can really s - be frustrating. “ 

Bucky regards her for a second, the right corner of his lips pulled into a lazy lopsided smirk.

“ Did you just censor yourself because you don’t wanna swear around me ?” 

“ Maybe, but that’s beside the point. The point is, we’re all just human and in the end, we’re all just looking for someone to like us the way we are, all quirks and issues and baggage included. I know women might seem intimidating but really all we want is to be loved and appreciated. And not the over-the-top build-you-a-house, the notebook kind of love. More like the Harry and Sally kind.“ 

(Y/N) can almost see the gears working inside Bucky’s brain, the desperate attempt to make any sense of all the words and phrases she’s just thrown at him. A jumbled mess of pop culture references swirls through his head like a swarm of bees, chaotic and messy. 

“ I have no idea what you just said. “ 

“ When Harry met Sally? “

Bucky just shrugs and shakes his head.

“ You’ve never seen it? “ 

“ I’ve been a bit preoccupied with being blipped away into oblivion for the last 5 years. So I haven’t really had the time to get into movies yet. “ 

This time it’s the gears in her own head that start turning. 

“ What are you doing Friday night ? “ she asks, biting her lip in nervous anticipation.

“ I — I don’t know. “ 

That’s a bit of a lie, really. He does know. It’s the same thing he does pretty much every other day. He gets some takeout, brings it home, sits down in front of the tv, tries to get lost in whatever show they put on, fails at doing so, reads a few pages of a book, lays down to sleep, and then wakes up a little while later to yet another nightmare, tangled up in sweaty sheets, heart racing. 

(Y/N) doesn’t need to know any of that though. He doesn’t tell his therapist so why would he tell a random stranger.

“ Well, don’t make any plans. We’re gonna kill 2 birds with 1 stone. “ 

“ We are? “ 

“ Yeah. Trust me on this one. “ 

“ I don’t even know you. “ 

“ Sure you do. “ (Y/N) says and taps the tag pinned to her baby blue polo shirt with the diner’s logo on the back.  “ I’m the one who serves you just enough coffee to keep you happy but not have you die a painful and honestly mildly embarrassing death. “ 

Every part of him screams at him to say no. To stay away from her the way he does from most other people, even Sam. To get up and get out and not cause any more damage than he already has in other people’s life. But then he remembers his therapist's words, he remembers Leah’s face full of confusion and disappointment, he remembers the empty feeling in his chest. That feeling of pure and utter loneliness. 

“ Alright, Friday works for me, (Y/N). “ 

“ Perfect, Bucky. “ 

“ Bring a jacket. “ 

The address and “Bring a jacket” that’s all she’s texted him. No explanation, no plan, nothing. 

Bucks leans against the streetlamp, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. Anxiety is washing through his system like tidal waves on a stormy ocean. This whole being spontaneous thing was much easier back in the 40s. When his shoulders weren’t so heavy with guilt. When he didn’t have to constantly face the consequences of his actions. Consequences of a past he can never quite outrun no matter how far he goes and how hard he tries. 

Maybe this is good, he has to remind himself. Getting out of his comfort zone, if that even exists for him. Opening himself up to new opportunities. Maybe even make a friend. (Y/N) seem nice enough, if a bit peculiar. 

His shrink would be proud of him. Getting out there, talking to people, being approachable. This must for sure earn him some kind of gold star equivalent in her notebook. 

“ Hey there, Mr. Grumpyface. “ 

(Y/N)'s voice cuts through the chilly New York night like headlights through thick fog. She strolls towards him, lips pulled into a big bright smile. Leading up to tonight he’s spent quite a lot of time wondering if this is some kind of project for her, if maybe she sees him as a sort of charity case. Something to earn her karma points. It wouldn’t be the first time. But the genuine joy radiating from her face lets those worries melt away instantly. 

Maybe, Bucky thinks, she really just thinks he’ll make a good friend. And maybe he can. 

“ Hi, (Y/N). “

“ You brought a jacket” she points out, pinching the black leather between her fingers. Her nails are painted in various shades of red, each finger a different hue. 

“ I did. You told me to. “

“ And you listened! “ 

“ Why wouldn’t I ? “ Bucky inquires, a look of confusion settling on his face.

“ You wouldn’t believe how many men think wearing a jacket when it’s cold out somehow clashes with their need to demonstrate their masculinity. “ 

“ Wow. “ he exclaims.

“ Yeah. So anyway, you ready to go up? “ 

She nods her head towards the house across the street. It’s a slim multiple-story brick building with rusty fire escapes. It looks like a residential lot, not much else that could give away (Y/N)’s plan for the rest of the night.

“ Up? “ 

“ Mm-mh. “ (Y/N) nods and motions towards the top of the building. “ to the roof. “ 

“ The roof? You’re not planning to push me off or anything, right? I don’t usually spend time with strangers on rooftops. “ he tells her, a smirk lifting the sides of his lips.

She grants him a smile in return. One of those that you try so hard to suppress but despite your best efforts they find their way onto your face anyway. Because some smiles demand to be smiled. And her smile is pretty cute, he thinks, it deserves to be seen. 

“ Foiled again, damn Bucky. I’m a waitress with a useless degree in literature and creative writing but assassinating you was exactly what I had planned for tonight. Couldn’t let me have that one, huh? “ 

“ Sorry to spoil all the fun. “ 

She softly bumps her shoulder against his right side as she passes him and crosses the street. Her red skirt flutters around her knees like a ribbon of fire, bright and warm and —

“ You coming, grumpy ?” 

“ Yeah uh — yeah sure. “ 

The walk upstairs is filled with chatter from her and nodding from Bucky. It’s been like this most of the time since — well since he’s really back. Other people usually do the talking and Bucky listens. It works most of the time. Works with Yori. Sometimes though, sometimes it doesn’t. He can see people getting frustrated with him. Hell his own therapist does and she knows the baggage he has to carry around. 

This is different though, (Y/N) doesn’t seem to mind much. She’s a waterfall of words and topics and doesn’t seem to get bored or annoyed with him. It’s nice. 

A heavy iron door swings open as they reach the top of the building and as soon as they step out onto the rooftop balcony they get engulfed in an ocean of lights. They’re strung from one end of the roof to the other and back again. Next to the door, a little makeshift bar is set up, and a guy in a Star Wars shirt hands out beers to people. 

Multicolored deck chairs and beanbags are haphazardly placed across the entire roof, all pointing towards the corner furthest away from the door where a big white sheet hangs spanned between two poles. 

“ Sooo you gonna tell me what we’re doing here? “ Bucky asks again as (Y/N) steers him towards a cluster of chairs in the back. 

“ Some peeps I went to university with, set up movie screenings here every once in a while. I could pull some strings and got to choose the movie. “ 

“ We’re gonna watch a movie? “ 

“ Not just any movie, “ she exclaims and drops down onto one of the plastic deck chairs that looks like it used to be bright pink once but is now but a bleached blush colour from being exposed to the sun too much. “ We’re watching when Harry met Sally. “ 

Bucky slumps down on the chair next to her, a blue one with white daisy patterns. 

“ Me not knowing this movie really does bother you, huh? “ 

“ It’s a classic, might as well start with this one. And anyway, maybe this can help you get back into the dating game. Ya know, help you understand modern romance. “

“ You think so? “ 

She shrugs and starts fumbling around in her bag, “ I dunno. It might. And if it doesn’t at least you’ll spend your time watching a good movie and get to experience the blessing of my company. Ah-ha! There you go “ 

Her hand reaches out holding a bag of M&Ms.

“ I brought snacks. “ 

More and more people start occupying the chairs and bean bags and a few minutes later a guy steps up in front of the sheet. He’s wearing a shirt with a black and white bird pattern, huge glasses with a brown frame, and jeans that don’t cover his ankles. He’s tall and lanky and his hair is so messy, Bucky wonders if it’s intentional or if he just hasn’t brushed it in a while. 

“ Hi guys, I’m Andrew. For those of you who don’t know me, I live in apartment 2B and I just wanna say thank you for showing up and welcome you to our movie night under the stars. A few days ago we received a special request from one of our good friends and because she let me stay on her couch for several months back during our college days and I still owe her for that I couldn’t reject her request. So thanks to Miss (Y/N) over there in the pink chair you now get to spend the next 90 minutes watching Meg Ryan fall in love with Mike Wazowski. Enjoy. “ 

As he steps away from the sheet, the lights are turned off and the MGM logo pops up on the screen. 

“ Trust me, Bucky. This one’s so good.” (Y/N) assures before throwing some M&Ms into her mouth, now entirely focused on the movie.

It takes a while for Bucky to relax. Being around so many people and not having any fear of what’s lurking around the corner is still very new. Letting go is never as easy as it sounds. Eventually though, his nerves settle down a little and as the movie progresses, he finds himself relaxing more and more. Something he hasn’t done in a long time. Not since Wakanda.

Exactly 46 minutes into the movie, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander to her left where Bucky, until now, sat slumped into his seat. Still perpetually grumpy but more chilled out and relaxed than she’s seen him before. Until now. A moaning Meg Ryan visible making him uncomfortable.

“ You okay, grumpy? “ 

He doesn’t grant her a real answer, just scoffs and rolls his eyes. There’s a smile though, she’s sure. Somewhere hidden there is another smile. 

“ So, what did we learn today? “ 

Bucky looks at (Y/N) who has her arms wrapped tightly around her middle shielding herself from the chilly night air. The movie night has ended a while ago and the two of them are slowly strolling along the New York City streets on the way back to (Y/N)’s apartment. 

“ To take your own advice and dress warmer for a movie night? “ 

(Y/N) chuckles. “ No, grumpy. I meant the movie. “ 

He shrugs at her question. Quite honestly he hasn’t learned anything new. Nothing about the movie seemed in any way revolutionary to him nor does he see any benefit for himself and his dating life going forward. But the way she looks at him right now, expecting something grand not from him really but some beautiful consequences to her ideas, that makes him reconsider. Sure he could tell her that it was just a silly little movie about people falling in love but that would no doubt hurt her, even a tiny little bit. And if there’s anything Bucky has enough of, it’s hurting others. 

“ I guess that men and women really can not be friends. “ 

“ Noooo! No. Is that really what you took from this movie? “ 

“ That’s literally what happened. “ 

“ Okay first of all it works, look at us! We’re friends! Second of all, that’s not what the movie is really about. It’s about love and vulnerability. It’s about overcoming all the tiny things that can work against you and your relationship. Like distance and timing and egotism. It’s about hiding who you are because really opening up to someone, being your authentic true self with all your faults and imperfections, that makes you vulnerable. And being vulnerable is fucking scary. But love is worth it anyway. That’s what the movie is about. “

As Bucky noticed before, some smiles demand to be smiled. They need to be smiled because they’re important and they mean something. The one gracing his face now, that’s one of those. One of those you remember because you feel them all the way in your heart.

“ You think we’re friends? “ 

“ Oh, are we — are we not? “ 

“ No. I — no, we are! I’d like to be friends. “ 

(Y/N) abruptly stops in her tracks, turns towards him, and holds out her hand. “ To friendship.” 

“ We’re shaking hands on it? What is this, a business deal? “ 

“ You know what, yeah now that you mention it that’s pretty lame. “ (Y/N) agrees, balling her hand into a fist “ how about a fist bump, bro? “ 

Bucky reluctantly knocks his right hand against hers before continuing his walk down the street. “You call me bro again I’m canceling the friendship. “ 

“ Alright. Noted. “ 

“ So have you talked to the girl again? “ 

“ Hmm? “ 

“ The one you went on a date with? “ 

“ Oh, Leah. Uh — no.” 

“ Why not? “ 

Bucky throws her a look. One that says “are you kidding me?”. One that says “ you know why.” 

“ Cause I ran out. That’s embarrassing. She’s gonna think I’m insane. She’s never gonna wanna see me again. “ 

“ I sincerely doubt that. You just gotta say sorry. I know in Love Story — that’s a novel and also a movie from the 70s — they say that ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry but that’s a load of bull. Just say sorry and ask her for a do-over. “ 

“ And then what? We play a rematch of battleships and talk about my trauma? “ 

“ Well, what did you do on dates in the 40s? “ 

That time, his youth, that seems like a different life altogether now. So much happened between then and now and the man he is now, has no relation to the boy he was then. Sometimes looking back hurts, makes it painfully obvious what he’s lost. But sometimes, like tonight, he can feel a hint of fondness coursing through him at the thought of times long gone.

“ Dancing, mostly.” 

“ Like, ballroom dancing? “ 

“ Swing. “ 

“ You swing dance? “ 

“ I did. “ 

(Y/N) regards him through squinted eyes “ really? “ 

“ You don’t believe me? “

“ I don’t know. You don’t strike me as a dancer. “ 

Not a second later, Bucky’s gloved hand grabs onto her’s and twirls her towards him then away from him and back in. 

“ You twirled me! “ 

“ Mm-mh.”

“ I’ve never been twirled. That’s so fun. “ 

It’s like autopilot taking over as Bucky holds onto her, twirling her again then pulling her in and swaying them in a circle. It’s not swing dancing, not even close but there’s no music either, and anyway, his dancing days are over. But sometimes you gotta make a point and if that means slow dancing in the middle of an empty street then that’s that. 

The night wraps them in a blanket of comfort and intimacy as the stars and the New York skyline try to outshine each other. It’s a moment so peaceful, Bucky can’t remember the last time his heart felt so light, his mind felt so at ease, his entire being got to let go and just be alive and in the moment.

And then the shine of headlights rips them from their moment and makes them jump back onto the sidewalk. 

“ Get off the road you fucking morons! “ 

“ Gotta love the big city folk. “ 

“ Yup. “ 

“ Hey, Bucky.” 

“ What? “ 

“ You really can dance.” 

“ Told you. “ 

“ Can I tell you a secret? “ 

“ Sure. “ 

“ I can’t dance for shit. “ 

“ That so? “

“ Yup. Which means you gotta teach me. “ 

“ Absolutely not.” 

“ Oh, 100%! “ 

“ We’ll see about that.” 

There are nights you try to forget. Nights that you wish to never ever remember. Ones that break you. That beat you down and leave you bruised and battered.

Then there are nights like this one that you want to hold onto for just a little bit longer. Those that fill you with joy and an immeasurable thirst for life. The ones that make you feel grateful to be alive right here and now. 

The inevitable end of the night creeps closer as they arrive at (Y/N)’s front door. Neither of them really want to say goodnight but both know there’s no use in delaying it.

“ I hope you didn’t hate the movie too much, “ (Y/N) speaks up, leaning against the front door of her apartment complex.

“ No. It was fun! Although I still don’t know who Mike Wazulsky is. “ 

“ Mike Wazowski, he’s — you know what? That’s a conversation for another time. “ 

“ Alright, if you say so. “ 

“ Thanks for walking me home. “ 

“ Oh, yeah no need to thank me. It’s the right thing to do. “ 

For a moment they just stand and smile, trying to cherish the last few moments of this night. 

“ We should do this more often. “ Bucky suggests, surprising even himself.

“ For sure. I still have so many movies to show you. “ 

“ Can’t wait. “ 

A slight sense of awkwardness falls over them as neither of them knows what to do. Go for a hug? Shakes hands? Wave goodbye? 

“ I uh — I should go. “ 

“ Yeah, of course. Have a good night, Bucky.” 

“ You too, (Y/N).” 

“ Oh and Bucky? “ 

“ Yes? “ 

“ Give Leah a call. “ 

Bucky nods his head before turning around and walking back into the night.

As he takes the way back to his own home, there are only two things on Bucky’s mind: the vulnerability of falling in love and the question of who the hell Mike Wazowski was. 

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[sanutopia]

ateez as boyfriends ♡

hi so this is my first drabble-ish thing on here so if u like it or want some more things like this please let me know :D  

im a sucker for ateez as it is, let alone ateez as soft boyfriends so find me crawling in a hole and crying 

seonghwa: 

loves to cuddle you while playing with your hair

loves when you go shopping and use his card because he enjoys the fashion shows you put on for him

loves taking pictures of you 

leaving random love notes all over the house? of course

fancy candlelit dinner (he almost burnt the house down)

soft video calls at 3 am while they’re on tour so he can tell you how much he misses you while pouting 

please compliment him a lot because he lives for it and won’t stop blushing for at least 30 minutes after

loves going to the park and taking long walks with you while holding your hand (he’s needy for attention and pouts when you don’t give it to him)

oh and also he does the thingy with his thumb where he caresses your hand as hes holding it yanno

loves to kiss your forehead

hongjoong: 

GO TO THE STUDIO WITH HIM AND LISTEN TO HIS WORK 

“baby i’m gonna send you this song, can you tell me what you think?”

matching/coordinating couple outfits with you... period

loves sending you cute pics of him while hes away or probably just in a separate room “do i look cute in this? i’m cute aren’t i?”

loves taking pictures of you as well and then won’t shut up about how good you look in them and how lucky he is to be with someone like you

loves to ask you about your day while eating dinner- he probably has his chin resting in the palm of his hand giving you his full attention

you make couple bracelets on his days off

loves surprising you with spontaneous dates

kisses your hand as hes holding it i’m not okay

you have rap battles at 3 am when neither of you can sleep

he’s the little spoon. i won’t budge on that

best pet names ever

yunho:

PLEASE CUDDLE HIM 24/7!!! back hugs!!! 

loves when you bury your head in his chest while hugging him because he can kiss the top of your head

hes literally a giant baby imagine when he’s away for a long time and sees you for the first time in a while?? he’s smiling BIG

loves to tease you jokingly and call you stupid names because he knows you hate that

steal all of his sweatshirts ALL OF THEM

constant dance battles (he incorporates dance moves into daily activities so please follow along)

i can’t stress this enough he is a giant baby and needs to be loved and appreciated at all times 

if he doesn’t get what he wants he will give you the face (you know the one with the big puppy eyes) its devastating truly

you play with his hair, not the other way around

loves squishing your cheeks and then kissing them

yeosang:

he falls in love very quickly so he’s willing to do absolutely anything and everything for you

GIGGLES 

compliments you a lot (sometimes it might be cringe worthy but he means every word and won’t let you forget it)

loves to cuddle up with lots of blankets and watch movies with you

sings you to sleep

sees you as his safe place- he trusts you with everything and will tell you everything after a bad day

shy in public

you get to see him daily without makeup.......kiss his birthmark for me

you also get to see his cute little sweater paws 

lowkey gets jealous but doesn’t show it

he’s a soft baby

take bubble baths with him!!!

loves picking flowers while on walks so he can give them to you :(

san:

when you kiss him too many times he starts giggling

he is so dramatic and extra.... i don’t think i have to explain that one

loves when you kiss his neck and pay extra attention to his neck freckles i’m absolutely broken

lives for hugs and his hugs seem like they last hours

he’s going to serenade you whenever possible (mainly when you’re busy) to get your attention

loves the game ‘just dance’ and will NOT hesitate to let you know he has the highest score 

he’s broken two vases and a lamp because he dances so hard

brings you a plushie from every place he goes - he ends up stealing every single one of them

loves taking naps with you and rubbing your back while you lay on top of him

sleeping until noon

TICKLE FIGHTS (imagine his laugh while you tickle his tummy....this is so sad)

make him smile so you can see his dimples!

loves writing you letters 

mingi:

he’s a huge dork

keeps you up until 2 am because he wants to tell you about conspiracy theories he has

“hey do you think-” “mingi please go to sleep”

movie marathons on a friday night, tipsy and full of junk food 

super clingy and very playful with you 

same with yunho, but will not let you forget how much bigger he is than you

“oh you can’t reach that?? that’s so sad..... i guess i can reach it for you since i’m tall boy :D”

evening walks in the city

loves introducing you to new music and new places

if he learns a new choreo he’s ACHING to show it to you

purposely buys two of every sweatshirt because he knows you’ll steal one

tells you stupid jokes just to see you laugh

also shy, gets embarrassed easily 

wooyoung:

wooyoung BABY

pillow fights, couch cushion forts, you name it

secret handshake? duh

POUTS and looks up at you with his big starry eyes

ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗᶦⁿʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᶦˢ ʷᵃʸ

loves to bicker with you simply because he finds it entertaining

won’t let you get out of bed because he won’t let go of you for the love of god

loves to cuddle you and will be the big spoon or little spoon

loves to spoil you and be spoiled and hes so cute when receiving gifts because he has the cutest reactions 

he is your number one fan and won’t hesitate to let the entire world know that

went to the grocery store once for milk and came back with 3 puppies 

“what else was i supposed to do, you wanted one and they were right there” 

“theyre cute like me right???” 

loves pecking your cheeks and booping your nose 

please make him laugh all the time his laugh cures cancer

jongho:

you get to hear him singing in the shower

loves to lay his head in your lap while you watch movies so you can pet his head

cheek kisses are so soft :(

hes so gentle with you and everything he does :(

loves putting his arm around you 

half asleep i love you’s 

kisses all over your face in the morning to wake you up

he loves you so much, probably more than you love him 

remembers every special occasion and sometimes treats regular days like special occasions 

will take you anywhere you want to go and would go get the moon for you if you asked

i’m not going to say this again imagine hearing his singing just.... sitting there like please acknowledge how talented he is and how proud of him you are

he works hard for you and loves laying in bed and watching movies when he gets home

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[pricklybulbasaur]

Life Within a Tarot Deck

Chapter 1: The Sun Has Lost His Shine

Midoriya Izuku was devastated.

Today has been the worst day of his middle school career and it weighed heavily on his mind. First, his mother yelled at him that he would need to find a job as she would not support him going to high school. She only tolerated him in hopes he does get his Quirk, but 12 years is the cap in late manifestation. He is now 14.

The second was he received a beatdown in physical education from other people so they can have their training. That probably enraged his mom further, medical bills piling up because of burns and broken bones.

Then when he raised his hand that he applied to UA still in hopes of becoming a hero the entire class laughed at him for his stupidity, causing his childhood friend to yell at him after class, destroy one of his notebooks, and even tell him to jump off a building hoping that he would get a Quirk in his next life. He knew he didn’t mean it but it still hurts.

The icing on the cake? He was saved by his idol All Might from a sludge villain and when he asked an innocent question if he could still become a hero without a Quirk, the Hero shut him down, hard.

“You cannot be a Hero without a Quirk, that is nothing but instant death.”

Instant death…

I am not supporting my Quirkless son anymore! If you want to go to UA, get a job!

You are so pathetic, Deku. If you want to have a Quirk so bad, take a swan dive off a building and wish for one in your next life!

“Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad.” Midoriya said quietly. He had reached his limit, and he had no support. He even thinks that Bakugou also despised him, if the increased aggression towards the greenette even says anything.

I am nothing but a burden…to everybody.

“Looks like you will get your wish, Kacchan.”

—

Something wasn’t right, dammit.

Bakugou was kicking empty bottles in front of him along an alleyway with two of his classmates, hoping for some fun. However, his mind was preoccupied with a green-haired nerd.

I always say a lot of shit to him to bring him down, but why did this time feel different?

“Hey, Bakugou?” 

“Yeah, what the hell is it, Wings?”

“Was it just me or did Midoriya act weird?”

Bakugou looked at his friends in surprise. “You noticed it too?”

His other friend nodded. “Yes, he seemed much more withdrawn and has not done his usual mumbling for the last 3 weeks.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. It’s true, he hasn’t done that for a while. What is going on with the Nerd?

Wings then pulled out his phone. “There was one other thing…”

Bakugou looked like he was about to blast something. “What is it now?”

“Before Physical Education while he was putting his gear on I noticed his back was red and swollen-”

“What!?” Bakugou couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean red and swollen!!??”

His two friends flinched at his outburst and the explosions coming from his hands. Eventually, Wings gulped and handed the blonde his phone. “I think it would be best to show you, I snuck a pic without him knowing…”

“Give me that!” Bakugou grabbed the phone and sure enough, it was Midoriya facing away from the phone and at the lower part of his back, that was visible. Was indeed red, swollen, and from the looks of the marks, fresh.

“What the hell?” The blonde was in shock, trying to figure out where he got those wounds from. He walked behind him this morning, so he for sure knew that he was not beaten on the way to Aldera. And yesterday he was fine on the way home, except…

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock at a horrible thought. He looked like death when heading back home. Why?

He raged and kicked a full soda bottle and pulled his own phone and sent the photo to his mom, demanding answers and possibilities. Then went back to the duo.

“Wings, Fingers, do not tell anyone else about this. The Old Hag will look into this.” He told Wings and handed back the phone. “In the meantime, let’s keep an eye on Deku for the rest of the week.” He then looked at them weirdly when they looked behind him in fear. “What?

They pointed behind him and when he turned around he came face to face with a sludgy monster with a messed up smile. 

“Thank you for getting me out of that cramped prison. Now as a reward you will be my host.”

“...Shit!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205501

https://www.wattpad.com/story/297277061-life-within-a-tarot-deck

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14017951/1/Life-Within-a-Tarot-Deck

#my hero academia #depressed izuku #suicidal izuku #protective katsuki #izuku does not have OFA #izuku has a quirk #temporary death #izuku does not like all might #izuku likes another hero #inko is shitty mom #abused izuku #bakugou family adopts izuku #hurt/comfort #angst #denki/izuku #izuku & katsuki

[disastergaze]

jjk 144 leaks ///

some thoughts, no pics, don’t read on if u wanna wait for the official release

MAKI SURVIVED THANK GOD. i kinda knew she would because her arc was massively incomplete and her “death” was really sudden and devoid of pathos, which didn’t feel right for a character we’ve known since volume 0. still very relieved, though, and so happy to see her face again, even if she’s covered in burns. i still love you, maki-san. also i can’t wait to see her and yuta on screen again, omg, the BEST m/f ship in jjk is back y’all. this also means that, presumably, there will be a showdown between her and naoya at some point, and i am HERE FOR THAT.

yuji calling choso his big brother!!!!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! choso are ya winning son????? so happy for you king, you give and give and give and now you finally get to receive. can’t wait to see his face when yuji says the thing lmfao it’s gonna be priceless.

apparently yuji puts his hand on megumi’s back at one point. dunno why the leaker felt the need to mention this unless they’re a closet itafushi shipper, but i’ll take it.

getting mixed signals over whether they’re going to see tengen to find out how to unseal gojo, or they want to find out how to remove the cursed mark from tsumiki. happy with either option but i think it’s a bit soon to unseal gojo so i don’t expect anything to eventuate from that for a while.

yuji asking yuta to kill him if sukuna takes control and yuta saying he’ll do his best ;o; NOOOOOO. god, yuji breaks my heart y’all. i love that boy so much, and i’m sure yuta will end up loving him too which just makes that responsibility all the more painful. tbh though i still think it’ll be either gojo (my preference) or megumi (a cool twist) who executes yuji in the end, if that does end up happening. and tbh tbh i think megumi will be the one who dies, sacrificing himself to destroy simpkuna buuuuut we shall see

and ok. ok, fine. i can’t ignore it anymore. it looks like there’s a not-insignificant chance nobara is actually dead. if she is, idk what to say. that’s fucking awful. i literally never actually thought she would die, even after seeing what mahito did to her. i read that scene and was like “man, it’s so sad yuji had to watch this happen and he doesn’t know she’s gonna be fine like i do :(” WELL LOOK AT ME NOW LMAO I DON’T KNOW SHIT AND I’M DEVASTATED, GEGE SEND ME YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK-

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