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hockeynoses · 1 year

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Calling In

Another Ste/ddie snz fic! 😅

Summary: Steve is sick and hopes that he won’t have to call off of work tomorrow. Eddie thinks he’s delusional. 1k.

Warnings: Some coughing. Not too much mess (nothing like what I sometimes write, anyway).

Notes: I wrote a rough draft of this for myself a month or two ago. I came across it today and decided to clean it up and post it. At this point, I’m a one-trick pony, but the “heart” wants what it wants. 💖

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Steve had been forced to stay home today, having been taken down by a terrible head cold. Eddie came home from work to find him bundled up on the couch, looking like he’d just woken up from a nap. It pulled at something in his chest, seeing Steve so vulnerable like this.

After having dinner and catching each other up on their day (not that Steve has much to report), they’re snuggled back on the couch, watching TV.

“Baybe I’ll be well enough to go to work toborrow…” Steve muses hopefully.

Eddie shoots him an incredulous look. “You think you’re going to be better enough to work tomorrow?” His eyes flick to the pile of tissues currently surrounding Steve. The man can barely make it through a sentence without sniffling, sneezing, or coughing. He’s constantly holding a bundle of tissues up to his face because his nose is totally out of control and lord knows what might come out.

“Idt could happedn!” Steve says indignantly, into the aforementioned wad of kleenex. He gives a productive blow while glaring at Eddie, eyes tired and red-rimmed.

“Okay, we’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning,” Eddie relents. It isn’t worth it, and he doesn’t want to start an argument that would stress Steve out when he should be taking it easy. Steve nods like the matter is settled. Then he tilts his head back, eyes closing, inhaling a shaky breath before – “haaah…hah’ESSSHH’oo!” With the soaked mass of tissues still pressed to his face, he sheepishly looks at Eddie and asks, “Cand you bmake be some tea?”

Eddie chuckles, giving him a soft look. “Sure, sweetheart.” He pushes back the hair that had fallen into Steve’s face before heading into the kitchen.

[…]

The next morning, Steve wakes up feeling just as bad as yesterday – if not worse. Blearily, he comes to, his nose somehow both crusted over and still running. It’s even on his pillow and he feels disgusting. He draws in a breath, throat dry from a night of mouth-breathing and no water, and immediately breaks into a crackling, chesty cough that makes him curl into himself. He tries his best to cover with his hand, which is now a mess, having just used it to wipe his nose.

As he’s catching his breath, the fit mostly over with, Eddie steps into the room, still in his pajamas and holding two cups of coffee.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Concern shines in his big eyes. “You sound awful.” He sits on the edge of the bed next to Steve, setting both mugs on the nightstand and grabbing several tissues from the box there, handing them over. “Here.”

Steve takes them gratefully and presses them to his poor nose. “Tha-ahhh- hih’KISSSHHH’uu! Ugh. Thaggs.” He blows his nose, which tickles his throat and causes him to cough up more gunk from his lungs. When it’s over, he turns to lay on his back again, groaning. “Oh god…”

Eddie pats his hip through the covers. “Still feel like going to work today?” he asks, trying and failing to keep a hint of smugness from his voice.

Steve groans again, this time in frustration, as he rolls over and buries his face into the pillow, hiding from Eddie. “You’re so bmean.” His words are muffled into the plush fabric.

Eddie laughs. “Hey, I’m not mean! I brought you coffee.”

Steve peeks an eye open, reminded of the mug on the nightstand next to him. He can barely smell, but what he can, smells good.

“And I have the day off, so I can stay with you all day.” Eddie gives him a little poke through the thick comforter.

“Are you gonna be nice?”

“Baby, I’ll be so nice it’ll blow your socks off. I’ll get you anything you want.” Eddie pauses, carding a hand through Steve’s messy hair. “Should I get the phone so you can call in?”

“Ha-knxxgt! SNF. Yeah.” Steve pouts a little in defeat. Eddie’s vindication over being right is dulled a bit by how pathetic Steve looks.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Sit tight.”

Steve sits up and tries to clear the grittiness from his voice so he’ll sound somewhat human. It only makes him cough more. Grabbing his coffee off the nightstand, he takes a few sips, the warm liquid helping to soothe his throat.

Eddie comes back and hands him the cordless phone, picking up his own mug and settling into the other side of the bed. Steve dials the number.

“SNF. Hey, Robidn.” His voice is a rough croak. “I thigk I’b godda have to stay hombe agaidn. I’b still-hah…. still- ihhh-hih’ERSSSH’IUE! Ugh. Really sick.” He moans and rubs his nose. Eddie presses a tissue into his hand, which he gratefully accepts. “Yeah. I’b – hih….heh’AESSSHOO! I’b sorry.” He buries his face into the tissue and gives a couple of soft blows. Robin’s voice filters through the line, tinny.

“I dod’t wand to get adyone else sigk,” Steve responds. “And besides, Eddie would probably kill me if I tried to combe idn today.” He glances at Eddie with a tired smile. Eddie nods his head in silent agreement and sips his coffee.

“Okay. Hih’ISSHHH’ah! I will. Thaggs.” He ends the call and sets the phone down on the side table. “Well, that’s done.” He has just enough time to snap the ruined bundle of tissues back up to his face before – “ih’KISSH! Hah’TISSHSH!” He gives an exhausted blow before clearing his throat. “I thigk I bmight go back to sleeb.”

“Can you stay awake long enough for some breakfast? You should probably eat.”

“Just – hih’AEESSH’UE! Just wake be up agaidn whedn it’s ready.” He lays down again, curling onto his side.

“Alright, baby, I can do that.” Eddie rubs his back. “You have any requests?”

“Hmm… pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Eddie says dramatically. “It’s a high ask, but your wish is my command.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder before getting up to make breakfast.

#snzblr #snzfic #snz fic #can't get enough of my fav characters describing how miserable they are it's always 💯💯💯🥵#snz fics #snzfics

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bababababananna · 9 months

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i saw you last night (in my dream)

words: 2.1k note: HII I HAD A LONG DAY ! srry for posting this late.. also this might be like a little all over the place ok gn !! enjoy the rest of ur week ^^!!

the girls were tired. after making their way through the bustling and eclectic city of gloss angeles, they expected that saving ken would be easy–yet here they were. they felt like they’d done it all—only to fail at saving ken. instead, they ended up trapped in some so-called “fairy spheres.” god knows how many hours they’d spent trying to break out. carrie and taylor tried everything until their powers gave out.

barbie and raquelle would be stuck together till the end of time if they didn’t figure out how to escape, an idea they weren’t fond of. they sat lost in thought, each examining the ornate design of the orbs in hopes that they’d be able to come up with something.

raquelle noticed how barbie’s expression dropped suddenly. she couldn’t stop staring, furrowing her brows at the way her smile disappeared, taking the light of the room with it. everything started feeling darker and colder. reacting automatically, raquelle got closer to her a little hesitantly. “hey, is everything alright?" raquelle asked, attempting to hide the concern in her voice.

the blonde could only sigh in response. she lowered her head slightly, hiding the red on her face from the unexpected question. a few moments later, barbie looked up, "i can't believe we failed."

seeking to comfort the girl, raquelle sat next to her, “no, you did everything you possibly could, we all did.” the raven-haired girl expressed earnestly, her eyes fixed on the blonde beside her. barbie rambled on some more, going on about how she’d never be able to be with ken again. at this, raquelle frowned–something the other girl took note of–and a moment later, she started giggling. barbie felt her heart stop for a moment, raquelle’s laugh mending her heart ever-so-slightly.

“are you laughing?” barbie asked, confused. “i’m sorry! it’s just… if you told me yesterday we’d be stuck in a tiny cage together for who knows how long, I’d have sworn we would’ve killed each other… but now, i’m not happy we’re stuck, but the being with you part, i actually don’t mind it!” raquelle confesses in an attempt to lighten the mood, a light pink hue dusting her cheeks. the blonde is quick to agree with a slight blush creeping up her face.

“why has it always been so bad between us? i feel like from the minute we met, you’ve always had it in for me.” barbie wonders.

“are you kidding? it’s the total opposite! the minute we met, you decided i wasn’t good enough for you.” raquelle replies with a minuscule hint of harshness, buried feelings daring to show face.

“what, why would i do that?” barbie asks sincerely.

“because you’re the queen of the school! you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re popular, you’re talented! i totally wanted to be your friend but you weren’t interested! you never said a word to me and you certainly never invited me to eat lunch with you.” raquelle rambles.

“invited you to eat lunch with me? everytime i smiled at you, you’d glare and turn away!” barbie replies, a glint of sadness swimming in her eyes. the two continued arguing, each letting their feelings and insecurities out, aiming to understand each other better.

at one point, raquelle admits “maybe i was a little insecure, maybe i am a little insecure sometimes… so maybe when i thought you didn’t like me i started being mean to you so i’d be the one doing the rejecting.” the blonde gives her an understanding smile as she approaches her, “remember i said maybe.”

“then, maybe i should’ve tried harder to be your friend, i really wanted to! when you first came to school i was dying to get to know you.” and i hoped we could’ve been something more, she thinks, though she’d never admit it. raquelle gives her a doubtful look, questioning the blonde’s words. barbie rambled on about things she admired about the other girl.

as their conversation flowed, they both realized their feelings for each other, though neither would dare to bring that up. after clearing their previous insecurities and miscommunications, barbie felt like everything was falling into place. suddenly, her vision faded into black. she was awoken by her alarm.

dear diary,

i had such a strange dream last night! i was with raquelle (of all people?!?!) in some sort of... fairy city..? i don't remember many details, but honestly, it was fun! Something that stuck out to me is that raquelle was surprisingly genuine (and endearing as always)..! i wish she were as sweet in real life as in my dream. i wish we could be civil with each other, at least. becoming friends sounds good too, though i’d always hope for something more, you know me.

love,

barbie

after jotting down the few things she remembered from her dream, barbie called her bestie, ken, still a little dazed. "ken! yeah, everything's okay! i feel like i just had the weirdest dream! you did too? yeah! wally's! half-hour." the call ends.

while getting ready to meet up with ken, barbie's mind was filled with nothing but raquelle. nothing new, she thinks, sensing a wide range of emotions spark when the girl invades her thoughts. she brushes her hair slowly and gently, saddened because whatever happened was just a dream–no more, no less.

after a few final touches, barbie goes out the door, looking a little brighter–if possible–since she'll get to talk about her dream with ken. once she arrives, she sits at their usual table and is greeted by a familiar face.

"hey, i already ordered for you. how're you feeling? i love your outfit!" the man says, eager to hang out with his friend.

“hi, ken. thank you! i'm... okay? i guess? i don't know..." barbie replies, lost in thought.

"is it because of the dream?" he asks curiously.

"i think so... i can't remember any of the details. it's like- it's almost there, but i can't grab it!" she says with a rather frustrated tone.

as they continue discussing, they realise their dreams featured carrie and taylor–barbie's stylists. at this, barbie takes the opportunity to mention her, "the really weird thing is, i have this incredibly strong feeling that in the dream raquelle and i, we were friends!"

ken laughs at this and questions barbie, "friends?"

"yeah, like she'd ever let that happen!" she replies with a vaguely disappointed tone.

as they continue joking around, they stop talking abruptly when a familiar face appears. raquelle. "hey! mind if i join you? I had a feeling you were gonna be here."

“sure! go ahead.” barbie replied promptly with a cheery tone, trying to keep her cool. at this, the raven-haired girl sat next to her. flustered at raquelle’s sudden action, barbie’s cheeks flushed, her brain trying to conjure up something to say. “really? you’re not gonna sit with ken and flirt with him?” the blonde asked trying to lighten the mood, though she was genuinely confused, she was used to raquelle’s attitude and habits after all.

raquelle sits next to barbie, a little too close for comfort, but she doesn’t mind it that much. “why would i do that? he’s your boyfriend! oh, your outfit is really cute, where’d you get it?” the blonde gives her a questioning look, “what is it?” raquelle asks.

“oh it’s nothing, it’s just, you’re being really nice to me! believe me, i like it! it’s just… different.” barbie speaks earnestly. “i know, it’s weird, i don’t really get it either, but i had this dream last night, and i can’t remember the details, but i woke up feeling like we’re friends! good friends!” raquelle replies, piquing barbie’s interest and drawing a blushy smile from her.

“i had a dream like that too! weird…” the blonde speaks with a giddy tone, and the other girl agrees, they continue noting similarities when their conversation is interrupted by carrie and taylor, “hey, we thought we might catch the two of you here together!”

“you did?” barbie wonders out loud, knowing that her stylists knew of her history with raquelle. “we wanted to stop in and say goodbye, we reconnected with an old friend, so we’re going to spend some time in our hometown. it was great hanging out with you both though, goodbye now!” the stylists spoke, their tone getting higher by the second.

“hanging out with you? but i barely even know you.”, raquelle inquired.

caught red-handed, the stylists quickly ushered out of the restaurant saying their goodbyes. confused, the three friends got up from their seats, chasing after them. once they went outside, it felt like the girls had disappeared. disappointed, barbie went back to their table with ken and raquelle following suit.

“sooo looks like your stylists skipped town! guess we know one star won’t shine as brightly on the next red carpet” mocked raquelle. barbie’s smile was replaced by a gloomy expression, and the other girl immediately responded, “oopise! guess old habits die hard, girlfriend!” she bumps the blonde’s shoulder. they all laugh in response, a sense of comfort fills the air and they all go back to enjoying their meals.

after barbie is done, she pipes up, “guys, isn’t it weird though? i’m really worried about taylor and carrie. they were acting so strange and they left so abruptly.” ken nods in agreement, “i have this gut feeling, like they’re hiding something, i don’t know. i mean, first of all, the three of us had oddly similar dreams, and they were present in all of them. not to mention, they knew about you two being on good terms.”

“you’re right. this might be farfetched, but what if they know something we don’t? aren’t you two at least a little curious?” raquelle adds. “i am, plus i’m still worried, you know. when they go out of town they always tell me ahead of time, plus they’ve always invited me to go along too. i’d like to be sure that they’re okay, you know?” barbie responds with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.

“hey barbie, how about this! we should team up and search for them, i’m interested in knowing if they had anything to do with our dream too. it just felt very real to me, it had to be. i’m certain they must be involved somehow. if we look for clues on their whereabouts we all win!” raquelle suggests, wanting to put the girl next to her at ease. “not to mention when we worked together for our last film, i spent a lot of time with carrie behind the scenes. i consider her a close friend now, and i’m really worried for them too.” she continued.

“wow raquelle, who knew you could be this nice!” ken teases. “i’d like to join you guys too.”

barbie giggles at the two as she pulls out a notebook and pen. she writes something down and she slips the note into raquelle’s purse. “you’re right, i shouldn’t sulk around like that. i hope we can get in touch with them soon. i have to get going now, thanks! let’s get together tomorrow!” the blonde gets up and she waves her friends goodbye.

as soon as raquelle got home, she dropped her purse onto one of the mid-century loveseats that furnished her living room, flopping onto it herself right after. she rested her head for a few minutes, trying to shake off the odd feeling that seeing barbie had left in her., she snapped back to reality once she heard meowing.

“oh cleo, i’m sorry, you must be hungry, girl.” she got up and saw a small siamese cat meowing her. she headed to the kitchen, with the feline running around her frantically. once she fed cleo, she went back to the living room to retrieve her purse. she noticed a pink piece of paper right next to it. huh. she reached for it and opened it gently.

dear raquelle,

i’d like to thank you for comforting me today. i’m very interested in working with you to find carrie and taylor. they mean a lot to me. i’ll leave my number here so we can arrange our next meeting:

XX - XXXX - XXXX

i hope we can meet soon.

yours truly, barbie.

raquelle felt extremely silly, blushing at the fact that barbie gave her her number. was she shy? is this why she just didn’t say it out loud? what if she wants me? oh, don’t be delusional, she’s just worried about her stylists. hey, we’re friends now though, right? should i text her? i’m gonna text her. she took her phone out

raquelle: hey barbie raquelle: i saw ur note raquelle: let’s meet tmrrw, we have to discuss how we want to go abt this. raquelle: btw if u need help picking smth for ur interview i can help u

barbie: good afternoon raquelle barbie: yeah, how does la maison rose sound? barbie: i don’t think i mentioned any interview, how’d you know? r u a fan? barbie: i would appreciate it tho, js to be sure! (*ᵔ◡ᵔ)

raquelle: shut up, it’s not like that raquelle: that sounds good. let’s meet there for breakfast. i can help u w the outfit after that. barbie: perfect, tysm (๑>◡<๑) barbie: see u tmrrw, bye bye !!

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staycalmandhugaclone · 10 months

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Hey I hope you are well! I saw the fic ask game list you had shared and just wanted to submit an ask for K and L :)

Hey love! I'm doing better than yesterday, but still a little off - this is me trying to break out of a little funk, so thanks for asking!!

That first one, though... oof. mkay, so listen... I am a very damaged individual. Know that before you judge me, because this is about to get dark. (also, it's in-depth so is long)

K: *Big breath* Gonna start with trigger warnings: non-con, dream torture, forced preg termination, psychological torture.

oookie, so this is a super long fic that is actually where my Vacation fics originated. Gonne just highlight the gist - Fem reader is force sensitive and was taken by a sith dude to be used to try to make her father reveal the location of jedi holocrons. That failed, so he tried to make her his apprentice, which also eventually fails, so he he tortures her to try to break her will to fight him, at which point the non-con and forced preg termination occurs. She escapes and crashed onto Ord Mantel where she run into Omega, ends up saving her from some bounty hunters but is wounded even further in the process so ends up being taken off world with the guys (sans Crosshair who is briefly mentioned to have left the Empire but refused to rejoin his brothers after the events of season 1). She and Hunter slowly become a thing, and they run into Crosshair on opposite sides of a retrieval mission, but there's an ice cave in and Cross and the oc end up having a bonding moment before they're rescued, after which, she starts sending him regular messages occasionally with commentary from the others in some effort to include him in his brothers' lives once more. Jump forward several months: that sith captures her and uses force bs to give her dreams where cf99 (sans Cross because he wasn't actively with them when she was captured) tortured her so when she's eventually rescued, she's so traumatized that she can't be in the same room with them without having a panic attack. They'd call Crosshair for help getting her out, and she ends up clinging to him as she recovers, so much so, that when he leaves, she goes with him. There's this super heartbreaking reoccurring hope from Hunter that she'll come back, but, months later, she still can't get within several feet of him without having a panic attack and has to really push the idea that she's not coming back but that it's not his fault, and when, after about a year of traveling together, she and Crosshair become a thing, oooo there's so much angst and confusion. There's a relatively happy ending, but I kinda wrote it in broken chunks, so it's pretty much only half written and will likely never see the light of day, but that's my most angsty idea.

L: The real question is: how many tiny edits do I make after posting... Honestly, this varies significantly. Most chapters don't get revised so much as edited or maybe reworded here and there. I think there have only been one or two where I just didn't like how it was going and ripped my heart out by totally deleted a chunk to start over (that's a lie - I copy it onto a separate word document in case I change my mind). I still go back to old chapters and realize I wrote "spook" instead of "spoke" or, my favorite "fingered" instead of "figured"

Thanks again and sorry it got to long winded!

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merulast · 2 days

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Overland to Tokyo Day 3

Hello everyone. After just four hours of sleep I arrived at Budapest yesterday. Even thought the Flixbus did arrive in the end. You still feel like people feel after they arrived in the city.

The next stupid thing was, that the ATM took my "no" as "yes" and transformed 100€ into money that I now had to spend. Without me demanding anything for money. Needless to say that I payd 17€ just as booking fee. Now thats a way to start!

(stockphoto that I totally own)

I took a cap to the area round the Train station. The Keleti Station itself is amazing and got an modern basement layer that connects smoothly to everything around of it. Also the underground. The people are friendly and so far there was no trouble ahead.

In the end I wasted another 18k for lock up my bags. Thats insane expensive but. Too tiered to bargain... Keleti should have an public shower. But that one was out of order. Urgs.

(one of the Budapest Keleti entrace Halls. Fancy!)

So I started to kill alooot of time. The smal coffee shops near the station are an nice place to do so. I also walked around till my injured left food told me, that If I continue, I would not fit into the shoe anymore.

I decided to get rid of the remaining Money by changing it back. In Keleti was an Terminal. But before I could speak to them, an young guy asked me if I would like to buy euro. And well. I did. He had by far the best rate in the entire city and since I grew up with euro I was able to be pretty sure, its real money. And if not - I would had to waste it anyway. So I got 40€ of my euros back. Thank you, unknown money laundry man! Too bad he also had no shower to offer :/

Back on track

(Klumpi in action!)

SO. 4 more Hours till the Train would arrive. I booked my ticket online on the MÀV homepage for bout 35€ with the result that I had not known a Track number. So where to get this number? Well. You can camp in front of the HUGE display and wait till your connection popps up. But I wanted to nap on the right track. Another thing is, that the tracks have ticket-terminals that also allow you to display when trains arrive and depart. And they have an (hidden?) touch feature that allows you to scroll down. It was Track 1. I was even able to see that the train will arrive 2 hours later.

So I went to that track. Yes. It came 2 hours early. But you cannot get into it right now, because they need to change the segments from [locomotive][sitting wagons][sleeping ones] into an order with the locomotive beeing the last one. This took time. So long I tried to find my Wagon by number. Let say, that the sleeping wagons DO have different numbering. You can (or cannot) find it in the windows. It has the size of an Post-it. I decided to take an lower bed in a 4 ppl apartment and seeing how narrow the 6ppl ones are .. Pfew. You did well, past me. You did well!

On board!

I hope you printed the tickets. Sure they have an QR Code and you can see them in the MAV App. But that means nothing. They want, they demand to collect the ticket as a paper. It is generally an good Idea to always print the tickets. Just because an mobile could fail you. Or get stolen.

There are plenty of different Night-Trains from Budapest to Bucharest every day. At least 3. I took this one because I liked the time schedule most, and to my surprise it was a bit cheaper.

NOW I should find out WHY.

This was not the Night Train from Vienna (Wien) to Bucharest. That one with the dining Wagon. The Showers and new Toilets. That one from all the youtube videos.

No this one was an different one. The older ones ;) So no food Wagon. No water dispensers. No new Toilets. No usb. No Wifi. Not even power plugs and not even light. Yes. Not even light. The 40 years old pulp on the ceiling was illuminating nothing but itself.

Ever had to reject border-policemen asking for more light? No? This is a one in a lifetime chance to get away with it - lol.

But there was Air-Conditioning. It was loud like an main road in the rush hour and you could NOT switch it off. Remarkably there was almost now air coming out of it.

BUT whatever. The first thing all of us did was taking an 3h nap. Looks like really everyone that a rough night before. Then I met Alex. An nice Englishman that lived in Budapest. Since the 3th person, from Poland, was not able to communicate with us, we decided that on night we would open the window, and sleep head on to the opened door. Hopefully having enough air.

We did not. Because it started to rain and blow so hard, that you had to close the window. The tracks got significant worse in Romania. May times the whole train got hit SO hard by something on the ground, that you wake up and believe that this will be the end.

And it was so fucking noisy. Ive seen a v-tuber that complained that suddenly THIS train he took (in Kaszachstan) was very loud and he don't knew why. Okay. Now I understand him.

Still love sleeping trains. In ear headphones ftw. Oh an, the mobile network never went down for longer than minutes. Unbeliveable. In germany you are offline after what? 10 Minutes on track? Gotta love this.

Still alive

(Still had no cake)

Anyway. I'm on schedule. I'm alive. An little bit exhausted but still not fed up with being on the tracks. Lets hope ill find a shower soon <.<

Oh and, I spend 50€ yesterday (ticket plus foods) this money also could get you an Lego Stitch 43249.

(cute but stupidly expensive)

#traveling #travel blog #travel #budapest #bucharest #trains #night train

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thehealingkind · 2 years

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This is not a 'woe is me' post. It is a 'learning the hard way' post.

This is not a woe is me post. It is a learning the hard way post. And I hope it may inspire the odd few to be that extra little bit careful, to truly listen to your body and feel what it is telling you. The bit I missed is the "okay my body's not happy about this so I'll change course and rectify that" bit. Massive fail.

I will set the scene. I have spent the last four days horizontal in bed/on my couch with a hefty dose of nasty CFS symptoms. There's been no exercise, no dog walks, no studies, no work, no rays of sunshine on my face, no house cleaning (and it shows), no friends and almost no cooking (and that's saying something). What there has been is total fatigue, brain dysfunction to boot, horrible all over body vibrations (hard to describe to non CFS'ers!) and a truly miserable head space filled with anxiety and I'll be honest, a fair dose of fear (and yes, I was very naughty for even letting the fear creep in but hey, I was in all sorts).

Now don't get me wrong, when you have experienced chronic illness 4 days of being bed ridden is nothing. I had however essentially been symptom free for 5 months and I believed that I was free of CFS forever. The fact that I was once again bed ridden was a terrifying feeling.

So how did this happen you ask? Well. If you have read my story you will know that I have spent 18 years of my recruitment career building desks and businesses. I only knew one pace and that was full-throttle every single day and often 6 or 7 days a week. Numerous times pre CFS diagnosis I came crashing down with an undiagnosed illness. I was given SO many signs that I was on the wrong path. Then I finally did come crashing down with CFS and there I stayed for almost 2 years. You seriously couldn't ask for a clearer message from the universe.

I got myself better and learnt to truly listen to my body. Stopping when I knew I had done enough, resting, relaxing, spending time in nature, meditating. I became very 'in tune'. And I knew that there was a better path for me that aligned more closely with the changes I had made (AKA The Holistic Ingredient).

I do however need to make an income so a couple of weeks ago I put my recruitment hat on, marched into the CBD and sat up in a corporate board room to collect two projects for the first time in two years. Then it all started. 18 years of learned, habitual, million-miles-an-hour behaviours that I associate with recruitment. There was no stopping me. Everything else, all the important 'stuff' fell to the wayside and my entire focus was on delivering for the client as fast as I possibly could whilst surpassing every expectation (self imposed pressure, but once again that's all I know). I knew when I walked out of that boardroom that something wasn't right. My body felt tense, my intuition was asking hard questions! But on I marched back to my desk to storm through the process whilst slowing but surely sliding backwards into a CFS haze of misery.

Yesterday I made the very difficult decision to walk away from two unfinished projects that I knew were making me very sick. And in doing so I learnt some very valuable lessons:

My intuition is always, always right. Every time I don't listen to it I fall on my face.

The universe is constantly sending me messages. I just have to remain mindful enough to notice them and to trust in them.

Listen to my body. Every time is starts screaming at me, stop and question why, and then change my course.

I guess you may wonder why I even tried to re-enter the industry and I ask myself the same question. But on a positive note, at least I now know. That door is shut. And I am now fully committed to staying in the moment, listening to my body and doing what it tells me is right.

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lindsaywesker · 2 years

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Yes, it was much cooler yesterday but I think my house was still recovering from Monday and Tuesday. Outside was cooler but my house still felt very hot. I think we’ll all take a while to get over Monday and Tuesday. Particularly the people that lost their home and/or their business! And, to think, there are STILL climate change deniers! They think we’re over-reacting. They think we’re anarchists. They think we’re – as the Daily Fail put it – ‘snowflakes’.

Amazingly, at some point on Tuesday night, I caught a summer cold, so I spent all of Wednesday sneezing and blowing my nose. What is that all about? Yesterday, I was not very ecologically-friendly, I must have got through a tree and half of tissue paper. Not very attractive.

Wednesday was a good day! Got through lots of work. Some days it feels as if you’ve made progress. You ever get that? On Wednesday, different aspects of my life improved; I moved forward and I love to move forward.

Did you know, there’s a Wikipedia page entitled, “List Of Mass Shootings In The United States In 2022”? But, remember, guns don’t kill people, rappers do.

Best Tweet on Twitter yesterday: “gynaecologist: you're married? me: yep! gynaecologist: what are you using for birth control? me: lesbianism. gynaecologist: ... oh, that's very effective!”

You’ll be pleased to know that the third season of ‘Bridgerton’ has started filming.

Yesterday, I went through a drawer, pulled out all the light coloured T-shirts and put away lots of black hoodies! I’ve got tons of them and I definitely won’t be needing them for a while!

I still can’t get over the number of scammers on Instagram. There are so many people that want to follow me (hoping I will follow them) but they are all porn models, peddlers of crypto currency or people with one post (bots). Which lets me know that people with big numbers on Instagram are probably being followed by hundreds (maybe thousands) of totally bogus people!

I’m sorry, I must confess, I am NOT a big fan of new tracks that borrow heavily from old grooves. And I am not a big fan of simplistic house mixes of old soul songs. Some people seem to love them! Not my thing! A beautiful friend sent me a message the other day. It simply read, “What on earth?! No! No! No!” She was talking about a cover version of a classic song she’d heard on the radio. If you’ve ever tried to write a song, you’ll know how hard it is. If you’ve ever tried to write a truly great and timeless song, it’s even harder. No wonder so many new acts record cover versions or write new songs over old grooves. People keep saying to me, “There’s so much great new music!” I would have to disagree. There’s a LOT of new music but not a lot of great new music. Having been in the music industry for 40 years, I know how it works. It’s a machine. The industry needs new music. No matter what it sounds like, the industry needs fuel for the fire.

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?) I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #lockdown #new blog #coronavirus #books #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #020

(so i have barely been conscious today and I am too tired to even try to think of lyrics to put here so fuck it, this is from waaaay earlier this morning)

What is a topic you are uncomfortable with discussing with most people? My writing/RP, 120%. You are fucking LUCKY if you know about that shit. The people who know about it probably barely surpasses being able to count on one hand, if you count my past therapists. What is something you dislike about the dating world? I mean to be totally real, I don't have a lot of experience with it. I've never really dated around; I've only had three even remotely serious partners, and I had a long history with two; the other was, I will always say, like magic with how quick we connected and fell for each other. I felt very strongly for all of them, and each relationship was different. Jason and Sara failed for unique reasons, so it's really impossible to bunch them together into a shared lesson I learned from them or something. Is there a habit you’re currently trying to kick? ACTUALLY I literally decided today (or maybe yesterday?) that I want to stop peeling/picking at my nails. It's just not pretty to look at and I will do almost anything to boost my self esteem rn ok Have you ever dated someone with very different sexual tastes than you? No. Well I mean, not that I KNOW of. I've only gotten sexual with two partners. Has anyone ever been extremely jealous of you? Do you know why? I almost laughed, and then I remembered well actually, yes. Before Jason, Juan was very openly trying to date me, and his ex (I... think????? what the hell was their relationship???? fuck buddies????? bro idk) Rachel knew and was NOT fucking happy and basically harrassed me. I am FULL aware she friended me on FB to watch if anything happened between Juan and me, and boy when that relationship status changed to "taken" (for less than a day), she was on my ASS. Literally snatched my arm in the lunch room to claim she and Juan had ~gotten busy~ like two days prior or whatever, maybe even the night before. I later learned (from her) that she'd nearly punched me in the face. SO I broke up with Juan because of a mix of believing her (I absolutely do not now, in retrospect), knowing he had a rep, but also because I was NOT getting into that shit. THEN Jason comes along, and guess who I discover his serious ex was while on our first date outside Sonic? Rachel. BOY LET ME TELL YOU it was the biggest "are you actually fucking serious" moment of my LIFE like I went FULL SILENT and had to take a minute lmfao, and then Rachel hated me times like ten because she and Jason had remained friends on social media until our relationship became posted there and she had shit to say and Jason was hearing none of it. Fast-forward to now. Rachel is a FB friend again and she's been happily with my old school bud for many years and are engaged. Hell, I'd go eagerly to her damn wedding if I was invited. People. Change. She is great and I love seeing her post life update stuff. Forgiveness is a beautiful thing. What is the most meaningful gift you’ve ever given? Honestly, probably mine and Jason's first anniversary gift: a hand-made book of pictures and such of us and well over a hundred (maybe even 200+, idr how far I got) reasons I loved him. I worked very, very hard on it for a long time and even after what happened between us, I hope he has it to remember. If memories of me make him happy at all. Which I would understand if they didn't. What was the angriest your parents ever were at you? I don't know about my dad, but two instances come to mind for Mom: when I briefly ran away from home as a kid or when I texted her back "fuck you" for being extremely insensitive. That ride home was NOT FUN. It might actually be the fight where she tried kicking me out of the car, I can't remember. Do you feel as though someone "won" in your last break-up? No; I don't believe either "lost," either, though. We just simply weren't good for each other romantically. What ever happened to the first person you ever loved? I don't know. It's a painful and scary thing to not know, but I will say it again and again and again: it's better we don't have contact. I mean I THINK Jason's brother or brother's wife is on Mom's Facebook (it's how she learned about his mom) so she'd probably learn if something truly horrible happened to Jason, but. What is the biggest difference between you and your best friend? Girt is WAY more hardworking and determined than I am. That man will bash his head against a fuckin wall til it gave way. What is something most people are turned on by but you’re not? Porn. Like I just DO NOT wanna see two random people get busy. Has anyone in your life changed drastically (for better or worse) since you met them? How? My dad, for one. Rachel, from earlier. Myself. I don't feel like explaining. Is there anything you wish you had done with a current/previous significant other? Uh, sometimes I wish I hadn't been abstinent and fully "known" Jason for lack of not knowing how to put it BUT when I consider the realism of just how fucking head over heels as well as just stupid I was, I would NOT be surprised if I had winded up a teen mom, because I was also pro-life then. THAT woulda been a goddamn hellfest. What song reminds you of good times from high school? Don't even try to convince me otherwise, "All Signs Point to Lauderdale" by AD2R is THE High School Vibe. Like the lyrics aren't very positive but idc man it makes me Remember and feel old. Do you own any jewelry made out of shells? No. Have you ever made your own website? Multiple times. Do you like men who have a sensitive side? I personally do. Have you talked to your special someone today? Yeah, we talk every day. Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist? Yeah, and it worked. *finger guns* Have you ever carved you and someone else's initials into a tree? I have not. Do you like Dairy Queen? Yep. Have you ever used glitter as one of your makeup items? Oh yes, silver glitter was literally The Thing that was dabbed onto your eyelids for dance recitals, lol. Have you ever owned what would be considered a "farm animal?" No. Does listening to music while you work help you? It very much depends on what I'm doing. Are you normally the one who initiates a kiss? Eh, it can really go either way. FIRST kiss, I dunno. For like Girt and me where it's very normal I'd say he prooobably does it more, but there's definitely not a strong leaning. Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? Well, probably. I know I can kinda sing SOME parts of Rammstein's songs okay, but factually, no matter how long I studied it and have heard it over the years, I *speak* it so rarely that I'm DEFINITELY not experienced with SINGING it. I've also noticed that I overthink the FUCK outta German pronunciations and then butcher it when I try, lmao. What was the most expensive thing someone bought you? That would either be Jason buying me a really nice gaming laptop or probably some other electronic device from my parents, idk. Do you have any currency that’s not your native country’s? No. Have you ever tried to write something humorous on a test for bonus points? No. How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? WHALE insane pyrotechnics are literally's Rammstein's Thing so I have to be in wild support, lol. But for real, be careful w/ that shit. Don't James Hetfield yourself. The person who last spoke to you in person, what is their name? Donna. The person who last texted you, tell me their name? His real name is Donald. What was your favorite class to take in school? Of all classes I've ever taken at any education level, Art and German. Would you ever consider joining the Navy? Even if I didn't have mental health issues that stop me from being accepted in any military branch, I wouldn't. Have you seen the movie Inception? I haven't. Have you ever dated someone with red hair? No. Do you know the first word you spoke as a child? Yes, "Dada." The last person you kissed, have you held their hand? Yeah, a lot. I love holding his because he has Big Man Hands and mine are all small and dainty and it is Best Feeling. Are you any good at video games? Well, I was. I don't play them NEARLY enough now to have the same kind of quick reflexes and everything. Has an ex ever liked you when you were long over them? I mean, I suppose it's possible, but not that I know of. Fred - annoying or funny? OH MY GOD I forgot about that mfer. I liked him. I know. My little sister and I watched him. Oh god. Have you ever ordered something from a different country? Yes. Do you own any Tupac albums? Honestly, I can't even name one of his songs, so... Who last grabbed your butt? WOW I actually don't know the last time that did happen. An old friend and I used to spank each other all the time in just a purely playful way, but she never actually *grabbed* me, THEN it woulda been weird. HOW DO I NOT REMEMBER IF MY CURRENT PARTNER HAS DONE THIS????? bro this body ain't 26, my knees and brain say other shit. Do you sleep in a bra? HAIL no please don't do this to urself Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? No. Has anyone close to you ever been suicidal? Yes. What are you listening to at this moment? "Blood, Milk And Sky" by White Zombie. Who was the last person in your bedroom, besides you? My mom. Are you friends with someone who’s autistic? I am CERTAIN there are more people than just her that I'm just not aware of, but my niece is autistic and she is certainly my friend. <3 Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? Nah, we actually don't watch movies much. We watch TV shows a lot together, though. Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? Well, me. Besides me, no one else that I recall has ever directly called me that except some mean kids when *I* was a kid (a swing broke while I was on it and apparently that only happens when you're fat and not because the playset is old and well-loved). Doctors have made me aware that I am and all, but not by calling me that, you know? What color skin does the last person you danced with have? She's Caucasian, pale. Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? Well, that's one reason. I just don't trust people. The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? So two are tied, tbh. I'll go with the one that happened first, 4th grade: a trip to Beaufort, NC, to the island there that is full of wild horses. Yes, seriously. And we almost didn't go; it was actually the back-up plan to go to that island instead of one I can't remember with a lighthouse. The ocean was very aggressive that day with a storm, and the site of the lighthouse was simply too dangerous to get to by the boat, so plans changed to go to the horse one, which was closer. It is amazing how immaculate my memory is of that place, primarily the back side of it where I wandered around the beach collecting sea shells. The ocean was fuck-ing BEAUTIFUL with the fierce waves and the stormy sky and just oh my god I would kill to go again. The very next school year is funnily enough the one that ties it: a trip to the Asheboro Zoo. This one is simpler to explain with that I simply love (good) zoos and it is so far the only occasion in my entire life I saw meerkats (they got rid of them for some reason I don't recall). I spent my ENTIRE disposable camera shots on these fuckers lmfao. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? HA a bitch wanted to be an electric guitarist, but never to a very serious degree. When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? Uhhhhh... wow, have I done that since going to Sara's???? I don't think I have. Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? Oh my GOD okay we're not friends anymore of course but Colleen's father-in-law gave me the CREEPIEST motherfuckin vibes and I do not miss seeing him. Do you like pickles? I love pickles. Which two bands would you love to see playing on tour together? Ozzy and Metallica. Mom and I wouldn't make it out of that concert alive. Do you watch The Walking Dead? No, but I have avidly watched let's plays of every season of the game, and I played S1 myself as well. That game makes me CRYYYYYYYYYY buddy like I think every season got me, the first one of course more than any other. Would you want your child to go to the school you are going/went to? If I had kids, I would 100% want them to go to my elementary school because they were fan-fucking-tastic and very loved, but I'm not overly attached to any other schools I attended. Hell, quite frankly, I probably WOULDN'T want them to go to my high school because I wouldn't want to go there for anything. Though I guess it would be pretty fuckin cute for my kid to walk down the same halls that their dad and I talked in and stuff. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW but imagine them sitting at the same lunch table seats Girt and I first talked at SCREAMS When is the last time you slow danced with someone? <3 ugh Do you have a celebrity crush? GOD I have fucking three serious ones, please extract my heart from this wretched body Do you think corset piercings are disgusting!? Now look I LOVE piercings and all, but those gross me out and seem extremely dangerous. Your body, get whatever the hell sorta piercing you want, but you sure won't see me with those.

#survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions

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myleftpinkytoe · 3 years

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What if the mental health crisis is because humans weren't built to live like this?

I dont even mean the pandemic, though that certainly doesn't help. I mean the... the distance. The coldness. The long work days in front of a computer or a factory machine with next to no human contact. The neighbours who don't know each others names. The way we move in and out of each others lives as we chase jobs and opportunities across the world to new, lonely cities. Friends and roommates here for a year then gone forever.

What if we're all quietly falling apart, because we just weren't meant to live this way?

Edit: So this has gotten popular and I want to say that, now that it isn't 2am and I'm no longer running on apprx 3 hours sleep (in total over a 48h period), things seem less grim!

I met my friend's puppy! I went to dim sum with my parents! My partner's mom made us homemade dinner roles, and they're her best recipe yet! I chopped wood for my family bc I am Young and Strong and we built an awesome fire! I joined a mental health support group and everyone is really nice! I tried to make biscotti and failed and my dad and I laughed about it for like thirty minutes! Ive started doing d&d with my long-distance friends over discord! Yesterday, my cat cuddled up next to me, took my hand in his lil paws, pulled my hand onto his forehead, and just Held it there for like 5 entire minutes!

I wrote the first part of this post while I was feeling really alone and hopeless, but I just want to reaffirm that, actually, life is hopeful, and although my mental health troubles mean that I can hit some really low lows, I actually do have people around me who love me and care about me, and people who I love and care about in return.

I know that this thing I wrote resonated with a lot of people, some of whom saw themselves in my darkest emotions. I think we've all felt this helplessness at one time or another. But I hope that they know that the darkness isn't all there is. I've struggled with depression my whole life, and I know that sometimes, it can feel like the whole world is terrible and that things will be bad forever, but that feeling is a lie. Even when I was out of money and felt like I was in a hole I would never be able to crawl out of, there was still hope. People I didn't know, who owed me nothing, went out of their way to help me. I recognise that I was lucky in so many ways, but I cannot stress this enough: life is actually lovely. The world is so full of beautiful places and wonderful people, and I'm really glad to be a part of it.

#rant #insomnia rant #been fantasising about small close-knit communities again #wow imagine living in the same town as your friends and family #imagine seeing people every day #imagine seeing people #my anxiety is already too powerful it doesn't need y'all encouraging it XD

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virtual--hug · 2 years

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BNHA Imagine - Spiderman

A/N: So... Marvel huh? There was literally nothing specific that inspired this other than me just suddenly feeling like writing this AU. Also, this would have totally been posted yesterday, but I decided I was going to add Sero because what's a Spiderman reference in BNHA without Sero.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Hitoshi Shinsou, Hanta Sero, and Shouta Aizawa x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of harassment in Sero's (reader and other characters get followed by someone) & robbery in Aizawa's.

Summary: Either imagine the MCU or the BNHA universe, but the majority is quirkless so heroes are much more rare. Where, these heroes hear their crush mention or talk about their secret hero identity.

Word Count: 3.5K

Izuku Midoriya

"Have you heard about that new hero yet?" Midoriya had heard the words more than once in his school. But, it still shocked him to the core when he heard your friend ask you about it.

"Huh? I don't think I have." You replied.

Midoriya attempted to be just slightly more subtle in his eavesdropping. He looked back to the books before him; afterall, he'd been studying just moments before you and your friend entered the library. It wasn't like it was uncommon for the two of you to come to the library; Midoriya was just really bad at not eavesdropping.

"Seriously!" They exclaimed, "C'mon, look at this!"

Midoriya did everything in his power to not look back up to see what your friend was showing you. He had a likely guess, though. The green haired boy wasn't inept on social media; he kept close tabs on any public information that was spreading about him. Admittedly, it was relatively isolated right now: local news and posts from people mostly located within this town. In this instance, he'd already seen the video on his own and had been shown it by Uraraka. It was a video of him, (well, the masked hero "Veridian") jumping across the tops of buildings and sliding down a fire escape before promptly looking at the camera after the person behind it yelled.

"So," Your friend prompted once the video presumably ended, "isn't he hot?"

Izuku instantly flushed.

"Kind of, but you can't just say that after seeing one video of him." You countered.

"Well you haven't seen the other videos. Hold on, there's one where he saves a cat, and he's so cute! Let me find it." Your friend began scrolling through her phone while Izuku was absolutely burning in his seat.

"Kind of? What do they mean by kind off? Do they mean I'm hot? No one's ever called me that before!" Izuku repeated mentally. He really hoped he wasn't muttering those words.

"Oh, hey Midoriya. 'Didn't notice you there!" Once your attention was away from your friend's phone, it seemed you finally took notice of your surroundings. Izuku wasn't too far from the two of you, just a table away.

"H-hey (L/N)!" He returned the greeting. He failed miserably to hide the stutter, blush, or the small giddy smile overtaking his face. Midoriya wasn't a completely hopeless romantic, at least. He'd made multiple efforts to talk to you (with varying levels of success), and you sat next to him in one of the several classes you two shared. Although, he wouldn't boast his ability too much; Midoriya and you were acquaintances at most.

"Look, found it!" You seemed ready to say more, but you were quickly distracted by your friend shoving another video towards you.

His next words died on his tongue, but he could still feel a tiny smile on his face as he tried to make his brain focus back on his notes before him. Although, his attention was really on you.

Hitoshi Shinsou

"Shinsou loves heroes– actually, he knows a couple heroes!" Kaminari loudly declared while Shinsou paled at the accusation. He regretted this interaction instantly.

Denki Kaminari was undeniably the school flirt– when they graduated in a year the title will be under his name in the yearbook. Kaminari went to every social event he had access to, talked to anyone who would listen, and was more or less the class clown. And, he was Hitoshi Shinsou's best friend since middle school. The relationship was very obviously odd. Shinsou sort of disappeared in the crowds with his dark clothing and frequent silence, meanwhile Kaminari was visibly bright and could fill a room with just his voice.

Despite their differences, Shinsou wouldn't really have it any other way. Kaminari was a good friend, and, no matter how popular he got, he never skipped out on Shinsou. But, at times like these, the purple haired boy really wished he could go back and just strangle the blonde before they could have even met.

Today, Kaminari had tugged Shinsou from their usual library spot to the much busier high school cafeteria. All the while, he rambled on and on with a mix of some much needed context for Shinsou.

"So– y'know your crush, right?" Kaminari began.

"I don't have a–" the blonde didn't even let Shinsou speak as he continued, "Well, I just got sat next to one of their friends in Algebra, they're cute by the way. And, they said I could sit with them at lunch. So, as your great best friend who won't let you keep pining for (Y/N) for the rest of high school, I'm bringing you with me!"

"I have homework to do, though." Shinsou tried to avoid the event he was being "invited" to.

"Nope, now you don't. Did you miss the part where I said you won't be pining anymore?" Kaminari repeated.

"I didn't tell you about this just for you to drag me around school and play matchmaker." The purple haired boy attempted to dissuade the blonde with his cynical comment.

"Must suck because we're here." As usual, it didn't work, and they were standing at the entryway of the cafeteria

The blonde rather easily found the group, and Shinsou was just as easily ditched by the blonde to sit beside you. He could, maybe, forgive Kaminari for this just a little bit. It was pretty easy to strike up a conversation with you; the two of you shared a couple of classes, afterall. But, that goodwill ended instantly when Shinsou and you were brought back to the conversation of the rest of the table. "Hey, Shinsou, what do you think about heroes?"

He wasn't quite sure what led up to the conversation, but he answered normally, "They're cool, I guess."

"Oh come on– Shinsou loves heroes! Actually, he knows a couple heroes!" The only indication of what Kaminari was about to say was a seconds-long, telling stare.

Shinsou had to channel all his willpower in that moment to not get up and drag the blonde out of the cafeteria right at that second. He'd told Kaminari when the blonde found out about him being a hero, "I don't want this to be a public thing, alright. It's for my safety and everyone else that this stays secret." What was he even trying to do by mentioning it? Make himself more popular? He promised in that same conversation he would never do something like that– no matter how awful he is at keeping secrets.

"What heroes do you know?" Was asked on top of, "Do you really?"

"He's lying. I've talked to a hero that comes near my apartment, but that's about it." Shinsou countered. He could back that up, right? He'd talked to a couple of older, underground heroes, but he'd have to twist the story just a bit about why they were talking.

"No, you're lying," if looks could kill, Kaminari was six feet under, "He makes equipment and stuff for this new hero!"

"Who!" The questioning shouts of your friends persisted.

"Um– Mindjack…" Shinsou didn't know what else to add about him– well, himself. This wasn't what he planned for at all today, and Kaminari will be paying for it.

"Huh– never heard of him." Relief flooded over him at the words of the first response.

"I guess if they're new then there isn't much out about them yet." Another friend spoke. They were technically right, but it was more like Shinsou actively avoided any sort of public attention in the past two years he'd been officially doing hero-work now.

"No wait, we had a real question to ask first," Someone else said before holding a phone towards Shinsou, "Which hero is hotter?"

Shinsou had to stop his complete deadpan expression at the words just uttered. It was the person sitting next to Kaminari too– no wonder the blonde liked them, that was exactly something he would ask.

"Uh– the left one, I guess." He answered bluntly. Thankfully, it was enough for everyone else to head back to their conversations even as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

Instantly, his eyes were on Kaminari. He was trying to corral the group, more specifically the one person he had interest in, out the door as soon as possible. Kaminari had been friends with Shinsou for long enough to know the "your days are numbered" look, and he was wisely trying to escape.

"Hey, um–" Luckily for Kaminari, a voice interrupted his war path towards the blonde. You, who had been silent most of the previous interaction, finally began talking again.

"Do you actually work with Mindjack?" You asked.

"Yeah, I kinda do. I help– him make equipment and those sorts of things." It felt odd talking about himself in the third person.

"That's so cool!" You exclaimed, "I've been wondering for a while how things like that voice modulator work– oh, and the capture scarf too! Did you, or him, based it off Eraserhead? They seem really similar, but I've never really seen them work."

The more you talked, the bright red Shinsou's face flushed and his heart raced, "You know who Mindjack is? And Eraserhead?" He voiced his thoughts exactly. Well, more exactly would be the wonders of how you knew about his equipment. Had people managed to take pictures of him? When?

"Well um– yeah, kind of. There's a lot more interesting communities about the less– mainstream heroes, you could say. Sorry if the questions were weird, though! I get it if it's private information and stuff." You rambled your explanation.

Heroes had been brought up only a couple of times the two of you talked, but he had no clue you were such a big hero fan. Much less that you knew a lot about underground heroes of all things.

"It's not weird," he quickly corrected, "Um– I have some of the basic designs I could show you tomorrow for the artificial vocal chords, that's what the voice modulator is called. I'm sure Mindjack wouldn't mind if you saw them."

"Really? That'd be great, thank you so much!" You smiled brightly. Maybe, some of that forgiveness for Kaminari returned…

But only a little.

"Seriously? I work with heroes?" Shinsou asked Kaminari, who was currently dangling from the ledge of their apartment building with Shinsou's binding cloth as the only thing keeping him from falling the multiple stories. Was it cruel? Yeah. But, would he drop the blonde? Probably not.

"C'mon, I didn't say you are one! And, it worked didn't it? (Y/N)'s super into heroes, and I saw you two talking after!" Kaminari explained.

"So you were trying to set me up?" Shinsou spoke evenly. Neither continued rage or a new calm was particularly clear in his voice.

"Does that make it better or worse?" The other timidly asked.

"Neither!"

Hanta Sero

Sero's rooftop swinging halted as a shout came from somewhere below him. It was a couple people shouting things along the lines of, "Leave us alone" and "Stop following us!" Neither of those phrases were usually a good sign. He scanned the area quickly before making his way over to the group he could see in the distance: it was a group of six huddled together with the perpetrators clearly being three guys following behind.

"C'mon, I didn't mean to scare you away. It was just a joke." One of the guys insisted.

"No, it wasn't just a joke." One of the people in the group shouted back.

The guy previously speaking stepped forward, "Babe, I really didn't mean it. Just come back to the party and–"

He was interrupted by someone else, "Just go away. She's not going back–"

"I didn't ask you!" The guy snapped and shoved whoever had interrupted him to the ground.

"Okay, now seems like a good time to do something." Sero determined. From his previous spot, he jumped to the sidewalk– perfectly landing between whoever this guy was and the other group. Lucky for him (and his dignity) he didn't mess up the landing as he did many times before.

"You alright?" He addressed the person who had been pushed first and– oh shit. Sero recognized you instantly. You were dressed slightly differently from earlier, but it made sense; you had just been at a party after all.

"Yeah, we're all going," You had mentioned during lunch, "(Name)'s going with her boyfriend, but I get really bad vibes from him, y'know. So none of us really wanted her to be alone."

Remembering that information, he easily recognized everyone standing around him now. Your friend group was the five others behind him, and your one friend's boyfriend was standing inches before him.

"Thanks." You accepted the hand he had reached out to help pull you up.

"Everything alright here?" Sero turned his attention back towards the upperclassmen before him.

"Yeah, we're fine." The guy responded.

"Um– yeah, I'm pretty sure fine doesn't mean pushing people to the ground," Sero said, "Why don't you go back to your party over there and leave these people alone."

"This is none of your business, tape boy." He sneered.

"Cellophane." Sero corrected.

"Whatever," he scoffed, "just fuck off already."

He reached a hand up to push Sero, much as he had done to you, only for his fist to be wrapped in a heavy layer of tape. "What?" Seconds later, he was stumbling backwards towards his friends– Sero having kicked him square in the stomach.

"Let's just get out of here, it's not worth it." One of his smarter friends suggested.

The main guy muttered something before calling out to, presumably, his girlfriend, "You better call me later!"

Sero had to hold back a laugh as one of your friend behind him whispered, "Don't fucking call him."

"Asshole," You muttered as you watched the three guys retreat, "Thank you so much. Cellophane, right?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered, "No problem! Just get back home safe, got it?"

God, he sounded like someone's Dad. He was so thankful for the decision to wear a mask and keep his identity secret.

"Sure thing!" You called back with a wave while a couple of other friends added, "Thank you!"

He easily caught the ledge of the closest roof with his tape and pulled himself back up to return to his previous patrolling route.

"Then he went like," You demonstrated a kick as well as you could from your seat at the cafeteria, "and he ran away! I can't believe he helped us, though. I don't know what we would have done if that asshole kept following us."

"Yeah, that is lucky. I'm glad you guys were safe." Sero wasn't the best actor, but he seemed to be pretty good at convincing you that this was his first time hearing of this.

"Yeah, I'm glad too… oh, and the hero was nice too! Like, he helped me up and everything." You continued talking about the hero.

"Wow, sounds like you have a crush on this hero." Sero teased.

"Hm– wouldn't be the first time I fell in love with someone after talking once," You replied jokingly, "I'm sure he's cute under his mask, though.. Maybe I should try and get in more danger to get his number?"

No matter if you were serious or not, a deep blush covered Sero's face. Did that mean you think he's cute? "Y-you could become his uh– archenemy or something, start robbing banks."

Whether you noticed or not, you didn't mention it, "Ooh an enemies to lovers thing, I like it."

He awkwardly laughed, "Y-yeah…"

He was so bad at this.

Shouta Aizawa

"Welcome in!" You called out as Aizawa slowly pushed the door open to the brightly illuminated Cafe. It was one of the few places that was open so late and served coffee good enough to get Aizawa to power through the night.

"I haven't seen you around in awhile, 'zawa." The wait staff was nice too. Well, you're the only person ever working at such a late hour. Also considering he was often the only person occupying the building at his very specific time, it was inevitable he ended up talking to you a bit.

"Been busy." He took a seat down at the exact spot across from you.

"With…" You prompted him to continue as you poured his usual. It wasn't too complicated of an order: plain, black coffee.

"Finals week," he sighed deeply, "Lots of grading."

Aizawa, unfortunately, found himself settled as a highschool teacher. He would really rather be teaching college level courses, but he began his hero work at the same time he got hired for a part-time teacher position. So, now he was just a full time teacher coupled with nightly hero work, and he did not have the time to switch up his routine.

"I feel you," You nodded in agreement, "Well, as a student more than a teacher."

You held up a messy notebook from behind the counter to indicate the studying you were doing prior. In the time you two talked, Aizawa learned that you had just recently returned to college after a many year break to finish the degree you dropped. The night job at the Cafe seemed to be your best bet for paying the simpler college expenses.

"Don't let me distract you, studying is important." The man took a sip of his coffee.

"Sure thing, sensei." You teased, "But seriously, I needed a break anyway. I've been working on it since my shift started –no one's really come in anyway, probably 'cause of the robberies and stuff."

"Right, you told me about those. How's everything been lately?" He asked.

"Fine, apparently there's been some sort of hero hanging around here and scaring guys off. So, maybe business will pick up again." You replied.

The question was really only a formality. Aizawa was the said "hero" hanging around, and he was, in fact, "scaring away" any possible criminals after you'd informed him of the robberies.

"They're probably hitting all the stores around. I hope there's at least someone else working with me whenever they come by here." You solemnly said.

"You can't call the police?" Aizawa mildly expected the answer you would give.

"No, they won't really stick around unless they have some reason to believe it's soon. But, it seems like the group waits a couple before robbing another place. That's why they've just been hitting every store down the block in a row." You explained.

With the renewed resentment he had for the local police force (that same resentment had pushed him to become a hero in the first place), he changed up his patrol area to hang around the Cafe. He wasn't quite sure what the criminal group looked like, but he was successful in scaring off some suspicious groups so far. He kept a close eye on the Cafe too. If he saw anyone go in, Aizawa was on guard until they left.

Was it a bit over the top? Yeah, Aizawa would admit to that.

"At least someone is doing something around here." He responded to your explanation.

"Yeah, it's nice to feel a bit safer around here." You smiled.

Aizawa went to take another sip of his coffee –only to notice that he'd finished the cup in the rather short time you two had been talking. Awkwardly, he placed the mug back down after pretending to take a final sip.

"Want any more?" You seemed to notice while holding up the coffee pot.

"No," his voice held evident disappointment at the denial, "I've had a lot today anyways, just thought I'd stop by."

Yamada had become very serious recently with getting Aizawa to stop drinking as much coffee. "Only 3 cups at most," the blonde English teacher declared, "Otherwise, I'm sending you home and you're sleeping for the day."

It was unfortunate the man was so good at talking to others, especially their boss, to actually make the threat a reality. He'd demonstrated so just last week.

"Aww, thanks! I enjoy it when you come by, too." You smiled.

"Oh uh– I've been meaning to ask. Can I get your number– i-if you're alright with that. We've been talking a lot here, so I thought that maybe it'd be nice to see you when I'm not on the clock for once." You nervously added.

Aizawa paused for a moment in contemplation. He hadn't really given his number out in a long time, much less to someone he found himself interested in, and it was mostly because of his secretive hero career. The moment Yamada got close to him, it was only weeks later the blonde found out about the hero stuff.

"This is different." He concluded the train of thought before verbally responding, "Sure, here."

You beamed as you pulled your phone out and put your numbers in each other's phones. "See you around soon, 'zawa." You called out as the dark haired man left after paying.

A small smile came across his face when he received your first text only moments after he had resumed his perched spot near the Cafe, "good luck getting me to stop bothering you now >:)"

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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‘Akumatized Marinette’ A funny prompt!

So ive seen a few different fics and posts where Lila convinces the class that Marinette is in fact Mayura and/or is working in some way for Hawkmoth, using such evidence as ‘Marinette’s never been akumatized’ and citing how sometimes Marinette’s attempts to be helpful or friendly or yes her mistakes have resulted in an akuma going after her classmates. Also other evidence like how many akumas the class has had total. But what if Lila could not convince class that Marinette was working with Hawkmoth, desperate to connect Marinette to the supervillain in hopes of plummeting her reputation Lila claims that Marinette is in fact AKUMATIZED hence her villainous actions towards Lila!

Now just follow me here:

What if the class don't believe Lila THAT MUCH. Sure Lila has them convinced that she’s a diplomats daughter and that shes got a million illnesses and physical problems and yes she even has everyone believing that she’s famous and that her and Adrien are a secret item [how scandalous!]. But no one in the class will for a SECOND believe that Marinette is working with Hawkmoth. Lila has tried broaching the subject several times, shes tried leaving ‘hints’ and pointing things out that seem ‘incriminating’ but each and every time she does the class scoff and each of them begin listing a 100 reasons why Marinette is definitely NOT a fan of Hawkmoth and would never work with him.

Frustrated but determined to connect the super villain to Marinette and alienate the girl further Lila seethes and plots. Getting more frustrated each failed attempt and trying to chew off her own sausage hair when people talk about how Marinette would definitely kick Hawkmoth’s ass. Then one day Marinette walks in with a totally new look, she’s cut her hair into a messy pixie cut and is going for a pink punk look. The look gets everyone's attention and the day is spent with everyone complimenting the baker girl [she even gets asked out by a few of the guys in the other classes] frustrated that everyone is paying attention to Marinette instead of herself Lila cant help but make up some big lie about how Marinette assaulted her and stole her money.

The class is justifiably shocked! They have been especially protective of Marinette and her reputation ever since she was expelled and nearly akumatized so more then a few of them start yelling at Lila even Alya who normally sides with Lila due to her belief that her designer friend is jealous is furious at Lila for making an accusation like that! Desperate to recover from the poorly timed and worded lie she’s made Lila thinks fast and comes up with a scheme just crazy enough to work! She claims that obviously it wasn’t ACTUALLY Marinette, no it was the horrible akuma MARIONETTE! The class blinks taken aback but they can’t help but ask what Lila is talking about.

The italian smirks feeling sinister pleasure course through her. She begins weaving her sob story tale! About how Marinette had snuck into one of Adrien and Lila’s photoshoots! Where the poor baker girl saw them *gasp* KISSING! Poor Marinette heartbroken and distraught was akumatized into the horrible monster Marionette! Who stalked Lila home and attacked her! She goes on to claim that the Marinette who was in class today was NOT in fact their good friend rocking a new style and haircut but was instead a vicious akuma after all why do you think Lila was keeping so far away from Marinette all day? She’s TRAUMATIZED after her ordeal and now Marionette the akuma is attending class as if she were Marinette! How terrible could Hawkmoth be to be using their heartbroken friend like this!

The class doesn’t want to believe it, but it makes such perfect sense Marinette WOULD be heartbroken by seeing Adrien the ‘love of her life’ kissing Lila her main rival! And just yesterday Marinette looked completely normal with her cute little pigtails and her signature outfit! She never told any of them she was even GOING to get a haircut! And surely if Marinette was going to make such a big change in her appearance she would have told her bestie Alya right?

But now what is the class to do? Poor Marinette is akumatized and they have no idea what to do or what her object could possibly be! Max, always the logical one concludes that they should simply contact Ladybug and have her help poor Marinette! Lila quickly jumps in claiming she already tried contacting Ladybug OBVIOUSLY since the pair are besties! But that Marionette tricked Ladybug into believing she wasn’t akumatized at all! “No!” Lila laments, “were going to need to take care of this ourselves!”

The class is resolute determined to help poor Marinette without the help of Ladybug who has fallen for Hawkmoth’s most clever trick yet. But Lila is quick to warn them that they MUST be careful after all Marionette is a VERY powerful akuma, they cant know for sure the true extent of her terrible powers or when or WHO she might attack next! Lila fears that it will be poor Adrien or perhaps herself again! Insert fake sobs here. The class vow to protect Lila and Adrien from Marionette, and Alya who believes she’s best equipped for this situation since she IS Rena Rouge takes charge of the situation, they decide that no one is allowed to be alone with Marionette and NONE of them are to let the akuma know that they are on to her! They need to play the long game and figure out what her akumatized object is so that they can snatch it and free Marinette from Hawkmoth’s dastardly clutches!

Lila rejoices believing that she’s finally achieved victory, the class now think that Marinette is a dangerous monster and will isolate her, not to mention Lila now believes she can make up any lie she wants about Marinette and that the class will unquestioningly believe her! She goes home with a pep in her step eagerly plotting for all the lies and perks she can get from this newest lie and decides to eat a whole tub of ice cream to celebrate her cleverness, unaware that she’s just signed the ticket for her defeat.

You see the class LOVE Marinette, she’s their friend, and ‘learning’ that she’s been turned into some sort of monstrous extremely clever akuma is both a suprise and none at all. Later on as they all chat in the newly made text group Max points out how it was obvious that Marinette would become the most dangerous and clever akuma shes the smartest person in class besides himself and extremely creative and resourceful. Rose laments about how hurt Marinette must be and how they simply MUST save her as soon as possible. Alix curses Hawkmoth out and claims that the sick freak was probably TARGETING Marinette for awhile now because of how awesome she is. Nino and Kim cry about how their childhood bff needs them now more then ever! And Alya tells them to get ready because they cant abandon Marinette now that she needs them most!

The next day Lila comes to class ready to spin another tale about how the vicious akuma Marionette destroyed her room last night! And while the class do listen and tell Lila that it sucks that happened they seem noticeably... Distracted. When Marinette walks into the room the class practically explodes, Rose and Juleka INSIST that Marinette sit behind them so they can talk! Everyone has some sweet compliment to give to the baker reminding her about how wonderful she is! Lila’s jaw drops open as her classmates practically rush to hug and touch and talk to what they believe is a horrible monstrous Akuma! And it doesnt end their.

Lila asks Alya to hang out at the mall? She cant her and Nino are going to be on ‘Marionette’ surveillance tracking the akuma to see what shes up to and if she might show her akumatized object! Lila decides to try woo Mylene and Ivan into letting her handle their charities ‘finances’? Mylene starts crying about how the charity was Marinette’s idea before she got akumatized and now she might not even remember how amazing it was when shes eventually de-akumatized Lila cant stand hearing them talk about her enemy and gives up her pursuit of the funds. Lila decides to hang out with Kitty Section? They invited Marionette to every show hoping Luka would notice that she’s an akuma and use his amazing intuition to help free poor poor Marinette!

Instead of ostracizing the girl Marinette is now invited to every big event, and is constantly being showered with compliments and love as if the class believes that just loving Marinette enough will be the thing that ‘de-akumatizes’ her. “At least they wont let her anywhere near myself or Adrien.” Lila thinks bitterly as she gets her 5th warning that day that Lila might want to sit out the class going to the movies together with MARIONETTE.

During this time the class has been pulling off various ‘heists’ slowly going through each and every one of Marinette’s belongings to check if its the akumatized object. And I do mean every single belonging. Her sketchbook was ruled out within the first few days same with her signature earrings it was Kim who checked those and it involved a complicated plan involving taking Marinette swimming and having Kim fake a drowning in order to get close enough to ‘Marionette’ to check the studs. Luckily for Tikki, Ondine who was also at the pool decided to save Kim instead and the poor jock got quite flustered when the swimmer performed CPR on him.

Nino and the rest of the boys are the ones tasked with breaking into Marinette’s room while the girl is away on a sleepover with the girls. In order to ‘test’ each object in her room for the source of the akuma. They got a bit too loud and had to make a last minute escape when they heard Tom and Sabine going into fight mode. Poor Nino wasn’t fast enough and was forced to lie through his teeth that he’d been trying to surprise Marinette with a hangout like when they were little kids. [poor kid ended up drinking hot cocoa with Tom and Sabine as they showed off embarrassing baby pictures of Nino and Marinette together]

After about a month or so of shenanigans including a very embarrassing incident involving the entire class accidentally spying on Marinette’s first big date with Luka/Kagami/Felix/Damian [just pick one they are all great ships] and them getting caught red handed thanks to Alix and Kim roughhousing and making a scene at the nice restaurant. And another incident that Alya refers to only as the ‘duck incident’ [Nino can no longer be around birds or feathers] the class is no closer to learning where Marionette’s akumatized object is. And Lila Rossi who thought she’d be bathing in her victory is on the verge of screaming if one more person ignores her!

How does it end? Well maybe the class stage an intervention hoping they can free Marinette with the power of love only for Marinette to fall off of something laughing when she learns what Lila’s big lie was. Maybe Lila finally snaps and screams when she hears the class lament about POOR Marinette for the billionth time. Maybe the class try breaking absolutely everything Marinette owns, Maybe Juleka points out that its kind of weird that Marionette the akuma doesn’t really do... anything? And can change clothes? Can akuma’s do that? No right??? Aren’t their clothes like melded to their body??? Maybe the class finally get Adrien thinking he can ‘fix’ Marinette only for him to very confusedly tell them hes not dating Lila and has never kissed her and what Marinette akumatized??? Maybe The class recruit Luka and Kagami, Marinette’s other friends only for them to have a great laugh at the class before pointing out the literal mountain of things wrong with everything they just said.

Just fun shenanigans and ‘akumatized’ Marinette.

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doctorofmagic · 3 years

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On Captain Marvel #29...

Warning: You’re totally free to disagree with me on this one, this is merely my perspective.

*rant mode on*

I love and hate all of this. I love the fact that Stephen is this sweet to the point of acknowledging that Carol needs Rhodey and he’s willing to play the role of wingman so they can go back together.

But I also hate how little they care about Stephen’s feelings. I hate how Carol used Stephen and now Rhodey also dislikes him for it as if he was a jerk (he isn’t. He’s really sweet the entire arc).

I love and hate how he’s so cute here.

I hate how the cover is painfully misleading just to play with our emotions. I hate how Carol thinks Stephen is against her so she can fail. She says "Is it possible that Strange wanted me here? No. He doesn't know everything... just likes to pretend he does."

BRO, REALLY, WHY WOULD STEPHEN WANT TO HURT YOU? TO TEACH YOU A LESSON BECAUSE HE SAID YOU SHOULDN’T LEARN MAGIC? HE’S NOT THAT PETTY. THIS IS SO STUPID, STEPHEN IS ACTUALLY DOING THE OPPOSITE, HELPING YOU OUT WITH RHODEY SO THE TWO OF YOU CAN GET ALONG ONCE MORE.

I am SO done with writers using Stephen and ignoring his feelings, or portraying heroes like they don’t trust or care about Stephen, as if he was just an old, lonely petty man.

He deserves SO much better.

I know I said that I preferred ships with emotional background, and this is why I found Stranvers nicer than Elektrange. But now, looking back to Savage Avengers, I’m so much more inclined to see Elektrange with an open and light heart in opposition to Stranvers because:

- Elektra and Stephen were very clear about what they wanted. They knew they were about to die and they didn’t expect it to last. It was a one-night stand and nothing else. But Elektra was so nice to him all the same. She brought him coffee and she didn’t nourished negative feelings towards him. They’re still on the same team, they stil respect each other. She still trusts Stephen to do the job, and she’s an assassin. Yes, that’s right. An assassin was kinder to him.

- Whereas Carol keeps taking it on a personal level, assuming that Stephen is proud and petty enough to see her fail. They were both vulnerable and, at some point, agreed it was just a hook-up. And they did it three times. Once may be a mistake. Two, perhaps? But three????? And she keeps saying it was a mistake, as if it was something bad. Just. Don’t. It was a choice, and it was good because you did it three times. And Stephen, being very rational about her demands, refuses to teach her magic and she’s all edgy because she now believes he’s a bad man, hoping to see her fail (regardless the fact that all magic users also find it a bad idea). And it’s not personal because Logan also did the magic tour once in order to go back in time and every magic user refused. Because magic comes at a cost, and it’s dangerous. You don’t simply teach it to people who are not willing to sacrifice their lives for it. I posted something about this matter just yesterday. “It hurts, doesn’t it, Doctor? It hurts to be Sorcerer Supreme,” says Mr. Misery in Doctor Strange v4 #12.

“So let me finally put your mind at ease -- I’m training you to be the next Sorcerer Supreme, and it is not a gift, it is a sentence,” Stephen says in What If? Magik Became Sorcerer Supreme.

And lastly, from Doctor Strange v2 #54:

So yes, teaching magic is a very touchy subject to Stephen. It’s not personal, Carol. It’s not an easy thing to do. It demands sacrifice and more guilt. Look at what happened to Zelma. Stephen lost Wong when he decided to teach her. And he lost Zelma anyway because it’s Stephen. He ended up completely alone because of magic.

And still, after all this, Carol really sees Stephen as this petty, arrogant man who won’t help her. No, who will make sure she fails. While he’s actually sending Rhodey to save her because she’s too blind and stubborn to see she’s wrong.

You know what? Kelly Thompson’s Carol doesn’t deserve Stephen. If I ever am to see Stephen and Carol’s relationship, she better not be involved. This is the same treatment Peter and Felicia gave to Stephen and he ended up helping them all the same. Because that’s Stephen. That’s who he is. He’s not a hero, and yet he’s one of the most altruistic and sensitive heroes of all. Because he’s such a selfless person at this point due to pain and guilt and self-loathing that he will ignore his own feelings for others (remember when he tried to kiss Carol? He already had feelings for her, and now he’s out there helping Rhodey to get back to her). THIS IS THE CHARACTER I CHOSE TO BE MY FAVORITE, FOLKS. And I don’t regret a thing. I’m done.

*flips the table and leaves*

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tsugarubecker · 3 years

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Rewatching Love, Victor season 2 and all I can think as I’m watching is that Benji is cooonstantly putting his own feelings aside and instead striving to put himself in Victor’s shoes and empathize with Victor. Victor, for his part, gladly takes that from Benji and then proceeds to fail to put himself in Benji’s shoes in return. (We’ll leave Benji’s issue with conflict avoidance/not stating what he wants aside for a second but we’ll get to that shortly.)

Long-ass post, prepare yourself :P

Example exchange: in ep 6 after Isabel is so nice to Rahim and Benji fails to be #stoked about it, Benji comes up to Victor at the coffee shop the next day and says something like hey, sorry I wasn’t supportive when you were so excited that your mom was being nice to Rahim. And Victor just goes thanks for saying so yeah she was really being nice to him and I think we made some real progress yesterday!

Like. Okay. rewind noises

Let’s do that whole exchange over again but in the way a healthy couple would, shall we?

Benji: Hey Victor. I’m sorry I wasn’t supportive yesterday when you were excited about your mom. I know you wanted me to be excited with you. Can I tell you a little bit about my own feelings around your mom?

Victor: of course you can.

Benji: Okay. To be honest, I feel really hurt when your mom gives me the cold shoulder. And that’s been something I’ve been dealing with for a while now. So, as much as I want to be supportive of you and excited for you when you see her seeming like she’s making some progress, it’s hard for me. Because it would hurt for me to get my hopes up that she’ll treat me better, only to be disappointed.

Victor: Damn. Wow. I’m so glad you told me how you feel about that. That makes a ton of sense. I would really like your support, because I love my mom and this whole thing with her is hard for me, but I understand now why it would be painful and complicated for you to get too excited. Now I get it. Thanks for telling me. I’ll keep that in mind when I bring it up to you from now on and we can navigate all of it together.

fast forward noises OOC cause I just wrote that as I thought about what I would say in a similar situation, but you get the idea.

Returning to Benji for a sec. I’m a cliiiiinically conflict avoidant person, and I recognize a lot of myself in Benji. He doesn’t want to take up space. He makes funny stories and jokes out of his trauma (strip club, crashing car into Wendys). He doesn’t stand up for himself even if he has a legitimate reason to be upset - he finds reasonable reasons to apologize for his part in the situation and tries to make amends. (Certainly not always a bad thing, just can definitely be a conflict avoidant thing.) I mean, we saw him behaving this way even in s1. Think about on their anniversary when Derek said “can we just go catch that show” and Benji said “you go ahead, I’ll catch up” instead of “hey, I know you don’t care about anniversaries but I do. This means a lot to me. I want to spend time together.”

So yeah, Benji has some serious issues with avoiding talking about his own feelings, standing up for himself, etc if it basically doesn’t “go with the flow” of what the other person is thinking or feeling. Conflict avoidant. He doesn’t want to rock the boat. I don’t know why, yet. I don’t think we as the audience know why at this point, but I hope the writers will get into it. Probably isn’t “because alcoholism” - rather, I think the alcoholism is another symptom of the same issue.

Victor, for his part (and I’ve touched on this in another post), probably has spent so much of his life being the fixer for his family that he kind of unconsciously latches on to people who will give him a break from that and take care of him (think Simon, for instance??? Lol). And he forgets that it’s not black or white, it’s not one or the other: care or be cared for. In a relationship it goes both ways. I really think he got this massive crush on Benji, put him on a pedestal, made him out to be perfect; almost saw him as kind of a savior. Someone who could come, sweep him up, and make everything okay. Fulfill all his fantasies. Victor doesn’t seem to see Benji as a real person yet. And he doesn’t seem to realize that he needs to proactively take care of Benji, not just let Benji keep taking care of him. That they need to meet each other halfway.

And speaking of avoidant people, Victor does seem to have a pattern with this behavior doesn’t he? Dates Mia -> not working out -> run to someone who is new and seems perfect. Dates Benji -> things are complicated and hard -> oh look a handsome boy who is wonderful in every way (runs to someone who is new and seems perfect) (and will fix all his problems). Boy needs to stop running off to the next person who’s gonna “fix all his problems”. He needs to invest in his current partner. He needs to invest in being the one to care about his partner, being the one to put in the effort. Not just being the one to be cared for. He needs to stop waiting for someone to come sweep him up and fix all his problems. It’s not realistic, Victor. Get yer shit together & learn how to be a better bf. For reals. Smh

That went off on a little tangent lol, but honestly, at the end of the day, none of this is really even either of these guys’ faults - yes Victor puts Benji on a pedestal and is just beginning to see him as a real person with complexity and flaws, but to be fair Benji basically did the same thing: put Victor on a pedestal. “I broke up with him. I just want to be with someone where I can be myself and that’s enough. That’s how you make me feel, Victor.” = a really similar pattern to what we’ve seen Victor do. Relationship failing, abandon ship for the shiny, new, and better-seeming option. I’m not saying that that’s always the wrong choice. I don’t think that it is. But I am saying that both Benji and Victor are experiencing something very natural: having big crushes, letting infatuation and rose-tinted glasses go to their head, and then experiencing whiplash when their partner isn’t perfect. Honestly I think we’ve all been there to some extent.

At least in s3, now that they’ve seen some low times and their rose-tinted glasses are off, they should get a chance to create a deeper bond if they choose to do that (I feel confident that they eventually will). Benji needs to own his conflict avoidance and start advocating for his wants, needs, and feelings. Victor needs to recognize that although Benji seemed like a dream boy and is way more experienced yada yada, he’s not there to save or take care of Victor - he’s just a person, who also needs to be taken care of sometimes, and Victor needs to meet him halfway in their relationship and do that for him. They need to be able to exchange care as equals.

There I fixed their whole relationship you’re welcome afhffjhgfgjfgjg

(…….oh god I just realized how the writers are gonna have Victor figure out that sometimes he needs to take care of Benji too, and it’s totally gonna be bc Benji relapses with alcohol. Probably. Sounds like a TV-show move, doesn’t it?)

#not me wondering if I’m gonna write a fix it fic for this convo now #oh dang I……. I might just #or actually I think I’m gonna write another scene from s2 but from Benji’s perspective….. hmmm. someone hold me to this #also am I processing the things I’m learning in therapy through these fictional characters? you bet your ass #venji #victor salazar #benji campbell #love victor spoilers #love victor #lv spoiler #love victor season 2 spoilers #love victor season 2 #love victor analysis

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theoreticslut · 4 years

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The Truth that you Deny // Part 1

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

word count: 2,644

warnings: none, fluff

A/N: apologies that this is a day late! I wasn’t feeling great yesterday, but i’m posting it now so I hope you all like it! also, i don’t have a lot of followers yet, but if you like my wrting and/or just this imagine maybe I could start a taglist?? let me know what you think!

“I don’t know what to do anymore, steph. I don’t understand this at all.” You pout, sighing as you lean back in your chair.

You’d been studying for hours now, which is the last thing you wanted to do on a Saturday, and the only thing you’ve managed to do is waste time and get maybe one or two questions/paragraphs done on a number of assignments. You had yet to actually complete anything.

Stephanie looks at you frowning, more than just a little bit annoyed with you.

“Maybe it’d help if you didn’t drift off thinking about your little crush every five minutes.”

“Who?” You ask, having not been paying attention.

“You’re seriously going to play dumb right now? We both know who you’re constantly thinking about.”

“I honestly don’t.”

“Oh come on, y/n. You so totally have a crush on the twins!”

“I do not. Why would you even think that?” You scoff. You, Stephanie, Katie, Lee, and the twins have been friends since first year and you had never once mentioned having a crush on either of them. Sure you might’ve been quiet and distracted around them sometimes, but you get stressed about school so easily. You spend most of the time worrying about grades and whether you know the material. In fact, while the twins were amazing friends, their pranks often drove you insane.

“Why would I think that? Y/n, have you seen the way you look at them? Do you even realize what you say to them?”

“What do you mean? I don’t say anything different to them than I do you.”

“Uh, yeah. You do. You are way nicer to them then you are me or katie or Lee. Remember when gryffindor won the last quidditch game and you couldn’t tell Fred and George enough how well they did?”

“Well they did. I was just saying the truth. It was a really good game.” You defend, not liking how steph seems to be grilling you for a yes.

“Okay, well then how about when either of them show up you’re suddenly ten times happier then you were beforehand?” She looks at you smugly like she knows she’s correct.

“Afternoon, ladies.” Fred greets as both him and George suddenly appear and sit down at the table you and Steph were studying at.

“Hey guys,” you smile catching the knowing look Steph throws your way. You roll your eyes at her and turn your attention to the twins. She can believe whatever she pleases, but it still doesn’t make it true.

“Are you girls studying?” George asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

“Trying to. I’m not having much luck.” You sigh, throwing a playful glare at your best friend which doesn’t go unnoticed by any of them.

“Well then how about you put it away and come play a game of quidditch with us?” Fred asks, hope glowing on his face.

You sigh as frown takes hold of your face. If only you had gotten all this done already, or even better, didn’t have it to begin with.

“I’d love too, but I really need to get all of this done. I can’t put it off any longer.”

Both twins join as you pout. You know that they know that you’d absolutely love to play. While you hadn’t made the team (because you never tried out), you loved playing and were even really good at it.

You had surprised the twins over summer break two years ago when you visited the burrow for a week. Obviously since all the Weasley’s love playing quidditch and it’s almost a daily occurrence, it was bound to happen that they’d play a game while you were there. However, they really needed another player so you joined in and gave them all a run for their money (if only you had placed bets beforehand). Since then, the twins love asking you to play because you’re actually a bit of competition to them.

“Not even one game?” George asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly to try to catch your eye.

“Guys, I...no.” You sigh, frustrated that the professors gave you this much homework to begin with.

“Honestly, I’d love to play. You both know that, but I really need to get this done. Maybe tomorrow?” You ask.

“How about you put this up for awhile, come and play a game of quidditch with us, and then you finish this tomorrow?” Fred asks, looking to persuade you.

“You’re too persuasive for your own good, Weasley. As much as I’d love to play, I really ought to get this done or else I’m just going to be worrying about it tomorrow.”

“What if we study with you?” George asks, catching all of your attention.

“You two studying? That’s a really good one, George.” Stephanie replies, saying exactly what you were thinking.

“I’m serious,” he chuckles. “Believe it or not.”

“If we were to study with you later tonight and tomorrow, would you come and play a game with us?” He asks, giving his best impression of a sad puppy dog.

“George, I can’t. I’m already so behind and I want to make sure that I don’t fail. We do have the O.W.L.s this year you kn-“

“Pleeeeeease.” Both the twins beg, cutting you off.

“No, I-“

“Pleeeeeease.”

“It’s just one game, I promise.” George pouts.

You look over at Steph who’s only smirking and shaking her head at you, knowing you can’t say no. You hate that you can tell what’s she’s thinking with just that expression; ‘this is your problem, sweetie. Your the one that likes them.’

You roll your eyes at her again, mentally thanking her for all the help and give in.

“Fine! Fine. I’ll play one game.” you agree.

“Yes!” The twins shout simultaneously, high-fiving across the table.

“But you both better keep your word and study with me or else I won’t play with you again.” you threaten, even though it sounds empty even to you.

“Of course we will, gorgeous. We wouldn’t want our little lion cub upset.” Fred smirked, winking at you and George as you groan at their nickname for you.

Another lovely thing that’s come out of your few visits to the burrow. After another one of your empty threats, George laughed and made the point that even though you try to come off strong and threatening, you often fall short and sound like a child who just doesn’t quite have the bite to back up the bark. And since you’re all in gryffindor together, they made the connection to a lion cub.

Since then, it’s been expanded upon given different circumstances. Like when you were standing up for Ron one time, it changed to mumma lion. Then another time when you were confronting a girl that had been spreading rumors about one of your other friends, the twins joked about how you had become a lioness. So while it’s not your favourite nickname, it isn’t the worst one that you could’ve gotten and it’s only ever used by Fred, George and occasionally their family.

“You better watch it, Freddie.” You warned as you started packing up your books.

~.~

“And that’s another point for Y/n’s team!”

“Bloody hell, y/n. Give us a chance would you.” Fred nearly begs, rubbing his side where you may have just hit a bludger into him.

“You guys begged me to play and you both know that I don’t play nice.” You retort, not feeling any remorse.

You’d deny it if someone pointed it out, but the truth is you are extremely competitive, no matter the situation as long as it interests you. Quidditch? Bloody hell, you’d think your life depended on you winning. Proving to Lee that you could out drink him? You better have a full bottle of replenishing potion because you are going to have one of the worst hangovers of your life. Basically, if you were presented any sort of challenge, you tackled it head-on.

“He’s just upset that he’s losing. You know how he is.” George says, winking at you as his brother grumbles to himself.

“Want to play once more and whoever gets the point wins? I’m getting awfully tired.”

“Sounds good to me.” George nods.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Fred grumbled as he and George fly back to their positions.

~.~

“Oh bloody hell” you grumble as you wake up and stretch. You don’t often play quidditch, therefore you’re a little out of shape and currently very sore.

That doesn’t even take into account that you stayed up much later than you should have last night trying to get something done.

You groan as you roll over to look at the clock to find it to be 8 AM. You’d certainly love to sleep in a bit more, but if you didn’t get a move on you’d miss breakfast and that’s the last thing you need to do if you were going to be studying with Fred and George today. You loved them, but boy could they get in your nerves sometimes. You didn’t need to be hungry on top of it.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you change into a pair of leggings and an oversized black sweater that tends to hang off one shoulder. You pull on your favourite pair of black heeled boots and move onto brushing your hair and apply the minimal makeup you’re comfortable wearing.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. You look like your ready to spend the day studying with Fred and George.” Steph teased as you sit down next to her.

“Let me eat first, and hopefully get a cup of coffee. Then you can taunt me all you want.” You say, rubbing at your eyes as you’re not quite awake yet.

“Take my fun away.” She pouts, picking up a bite of pancake with her fork.

“But seriously, how are you feeling about today? You get to spend ALL the quality time with your boys as you like.”

She smiles, staring at you to see your reaction.

“I don’t like them like you’re implying, Stephanie. How many times do I have to tell you?” You huff, taking a sip of your much needed cup of coffee.

“Yeah-huh. You keep telling yourself that. Eventually you’ll believe it.”

“Maybe eventually you’ll get the hint.” You grumble, moodily stabbing a piece of pancake yourself.

“Someone seems to be in a mood this morning.” Fred states as he and George sit down across from you two.

You send a glare over at him as you continue eating your breakfast.

“Definitely. What have we missed already this morning?” George asks, looking from you to Stephanie as he gets himself a cup of coffee.

“Someone is denying that she has feelings for a couple certain people when it’s glaringly obvious.” Stephanie states.

“Ooh, who does our little lion cub have a crush on? Anyone we know?” Fred asks, not missing the opportunity to try and tease you.

“Steph just needs to learn how to take no as an answer. I’ve already told her that I do not, in fact, have feelings for them, but she can’t seem to accept that.”

“Again, who are they?” Fred asks.

“Don’t worry about it because I don’t like them. And even if I did I’m positive neither of them would see me in the same way so it really doesn’t matter whatever way you try to look at it.” You rant, stabbing your fork into some scrambled eggs.

You notice Fred and George share a look that can only be translated to ‘well she isn’t having a good morning. Yikes.’ You huff as you continue eating in silence, feeling all three of them look at you.

~.~

“Y/n, what does this even mean?” Fred asks exasperatedly.

“What does what mean, Freddie?” You sigh, looking up from your own parchment where you are attempting to write a paper for Potions.

“I don’t know. I can’t make sense of any of it anymore.” He pouts.

“Well then I don’t know how to help you.” You say, watching as he pouts in frustration.

“What about you, Georgie? How is everything going?” You ask, looking over to find George staring down at his parchment.

“Uh, decent?” He asks, seeming awfully confused.

“You two are some of the worst study partners around. How have you made it this far, honestly?” You chuckle, leaning back in your chair.

“Our charm and wit.” George jokingly says, winking at you which only causes you to laugh a bit more.

“Why don’t we take a break for awhile? We’ve been working at this for nearly two hours now.” Fred sighs.

You look over at him and give him a small smile. You honestly can’t believe that both of them came along with you and haven’t done much complaining until now. Neither of these boys liked their homework much, in fact it was rare to find them ever working on it.

“You two can if you’d like. I’m nearly done with this paper and if I stop now I’ll forget what I was doing.”

“Then finish the paper and then we’ll all take a break.” He smiles.

I shake my head as I smile back at him and continue working on my potions paper. I just need another paragraph or two to finish it off and then I’m early done with all of my work.

“There, done.” I say as I set my quill down. I lean back to find both of the twins staring at me.

“What?”

“Who were you and Stephanie talking about over breakfast?” Fred asks, a smile on his lips yet he sounds fairly serious, not trying to joke around at all.

“Back to this again?” You sigh, tossing your head back in annoyance. “It doesn’t matter, Freddie. Let it go.”

“C’mon y/n, we’re just curious. Maybe we could help you find out if they like you back.” George offers.

“Yeah, you’re one of our best friends, y/n and you deserve to be with someone that makes you happy.” Freddie says, looking directly at you.

“Besides, you haven’t ever been with anyone at all have you? Like not even just dating?” He adds on.

“No, and I don’t really care to. I’ve got too many other things on my mind.” You say, still ignoring the main question at hand here.

“You have no interest at all? Really?” Fred asks knowing otherwise. You know both of them have heard you talk about guys before with the other girls and you all know that you’ve said not once, but multiple times, that you can’t wait to have a boyfriend to cuddle with and to just love.

“Can’t we just drop it? I really don’t want to talk about it. Steph’s made it into a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

You look at George for some sort of support. You know he and his brother are very much alike, but he’s always been a bit

more considerate when it comes to things people don’t feel like sharing.

“If it’s not a big deal, then why don’t you just tell us? No big deal, no harm in telling right?” George asks, doing the complete opposite of what you were hoping.

“I don’t want to talk about it because if I do I’m afraid...well, I’m afraid it’ll make everything more complicated that what I want to deal with.” You truthfully state.

Both twins watch you as you go silent again, not meeting either of their gazes. If they had known it was this difficult for you to acknowledge, then they wouldn’t have pushed it so much, but here you all were; past that line that pushes your relationship with each other into uncharted territory. You guys don’t share your emotions with each other like this, so now that you have, where do you all go from here?

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george #Fred and George weasley x reader #weasley twins #fluff #harry potter fluff #part 1 #imagines #fred weasley imagine #george wealsey imagine

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Affection (Yandere Floyd x reader)

Turns out @minteasketches birthday is the day before mine and I couldn't decide who I wanted to write for so I asked for a few of her favorite characters and had a draft for Floyd that would have sat. So I'll just post this on her birthday as a gift and have this be my post for my birthday too! Happy Birthday by the way you wonderful writer and artist I love your work!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

"I really don't like youuu~"

Floyd took a step closer towards the student with a menacing look in his eyes. Anyone who pissed him off had hell to pay for it that was for sure. He would make sure he never layed his disgusting fingers on her again.

His adorable little shrimpy that he adored so much. It was always oh so tempting to hold her close and squeeze her tight, which is what he usually did on the daily basis, but today was different. She had to spend time with another student and denied his affections promptly. After she had left him after apologizing Floyd went into depression again. His shrimpy never failed to brighten his day. Except today of course, when he didn't feel like going to club, specially not with his bad mood.

"Why does she have to spend time with someone else, can't she see I need her more." He released a sigh thinking more and more about the whole situation, her words recalling in his mind.

Then an idea popped up in his head. He could always spend time with her afterwards. She mentioned going to the library to tutor, he'd surprise her there, as soon as she was done!

He arrived there early then the supposed study session. He was actually hiding behind a bookshelf waiting for her to arrive. He noticed one student sitting their waiting impatiently. He assumed that he was the idiot who needed some help. After a little while he finally saw her arrive. It did irritate him to see her with someone else, but he knew the kind of person Y/n was and leaving someone to fail just wasn't her.

Overtime he started to see her become frustrated which wasn't like her in the slightest. She even taught the little sea otter who was beyond hope when it came to teaching him something. She was ever patient and calm the entire time. This guy managed to piss her off so easily, he had to be doing something wrong, at least that's what Floyd deduced. Seeing her so angry made him both curious and annoyed. What could he possibly have said to make her mad?

Floyd at least had a bit more constraint in him today and decided to listen in to gain some understanding.

"Hey, why do you always spend time with that eel?"

"Can you focus please?"

"Why as far as I'm concerned your hanging out with a crazy pyscho merman? He's gotta be forcing you." This student was really getting on his nerves.

He took his time away from his shrimpy, and for what to spread lies and try to pull her away from him. Not only that he placed his hand on her and she looked discomforted by it, never did she feel that way when Floyd would hug her randomly. It really didn't sit well with him, he was agitated and beyond that rage filled his system. That was never a good sign for anyone nearby.

He was about a second from taking the student and squeezing the life out of him literally. Until he saw his little shrimp stand from her seat.

"An arrogant bastard like you could never compare Floyd! He's far more sweet and lovable then you'll ever be! Don't you dare ever say shit about him!" She actually punched him across his face which surprised Floyd greatly cause the impact knocked the student out of his chair.

She immediately picked up her books and went off towards her dorm Floyd assumed, he couldn't keep his eyes off her until she exited the library. His heart was pounding faster in his chest and a smile ecstasy. Shrimpy really thought of him like that huh?

It definitely made him feel happy to learn how she felt. Maybe he should tell her he feels the same too! Ah, but Floyd still doesn't know himself what the feeling is but since Jade's so smart he'll just ask him!

He heard the groans of the student on the ground which brought him out of his thoughts. He saw the student getting back up from the floor murmuring curses and insulting his darling Shrimpy. It definitely reminded him of his rage against him for taking up her time in the first place, but now he insults her it struck a sense of bloodlust in the eel. He shouldn't do this in here though, he's sure Jade could help him get rid of any evidence too.

. . .

"Angelfish where are youuuu~?"

"Floyd-" She couldn't speak for a second cause a pair of long arms wrapped around her neck, covering her mouth, and a head nuzzled in her cheek.

"Yup~" He showed her a sharp toothed smile.

"Floyd you seem overly happy these days, has something happened?"

"Huh~ What do ya mean Shrimpy? I get to spend more time with you that always makes me happy!"

She was relieved on the inside since she tried calling him yesterday after the library incident and he didn't pick up. She called Jade too but he said his brother was doing something important for Azul, for a second there she thought she had put him in one of his bad mood swings by denying him.

Speaking of which,

"Floyd?" He wouldn't stop nuzzling her until he heard her voice calling him.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have denied your offer, that guy was a total prick. I should have chosen you instead. If you forgive me I'll get you some candy at Sam's Shop?" She tried to offer him.

"Eh? It's fine Shrimpy but since your offering I want to get some and share it with you!" He seemed far more cheerful than the mood you left him in yesterday. Usually his mood swings would last the whole day and bargaining him with something would work even his brother didn't have control over him all the time.

It definitely felt strange in her mind but she had to dismiss it with Floyd pulling her arm in the direction of the school store.

. . .

He had brought a lot of supplies from the store more than usual. As she had asked out of curiosity he said it was a surprise. Later on the next day she found out that the surprise was making takoyaki together.

It really did surprise her, seeing Floyd be this thoughtful took her by surprise. He was more of a PDA type rather than wholesome cooking together. She did tell him once that she wanted to try it once with him,, after learning his favorite food. That was a while ago though and for him to remember such a small detail like that. She shrugged it off as nothing though and went about doing the instructions Floyd gave as they worked together in the Octanivelle kitchen.

Both of them were enjoying themselves and when it came time to heat them up he put in one last ingredient mixing with the cream color mixture. He didn't want to tell her what it was but he said it was extra special.

When it came time that it was all done he told her to open wide.

"Shrimpy come on open up~! I want you to try the first bite of this new batch so you can tell me what you think! " He looked happy and stared at her in anticipation.

The gaze had her face turning red in which she could hear the laugh of the other twin within the empty Monstro Lounge. She didn't want to keep him waiting so she did as he was told and opened her mouth.

Soon as the sphere shaped food had entered and she had chewed the taste was weird, normal savory flavor but with the taste of something she couldn't put her finger on.

It wasn't that many of the food and as soon as she finished she had another pressed to her lips. Until it was all gone did the process repeat. That's when her vision began to get hazy.

"Floyd I don't feel so well. I think I need to go to the infirmary." Her body swayed as tried standing before she could take a step her body fell over tripping on air possibly.

"Eh~ What do you mean, Angelfish? You don't need to rely on anyone else but me." He had pulled her toward his chest the warmth lulling her senses into a gentle slumber.

. . .

When she woke up she found herself in Floyd's room, the messy appearance of it familiar to her. It was strange though since she couldn't remember coming into the room or falling asleep. The taste of takoyaki though remained on her tongue and she recalled a couple of things including the so called 'special ingredient' Floyd put in a few of them that he got from Azul.

It must have put her to sleep, but why would Floyd do something like this?

When she heard the door open she looked up and saw the man in question. He was elated to finally see her awake and ran over to you quickly.

"Angelfish! Your finally up! Great that means we can play now!" One word in particular stood out to her.

"Angelfish? You usually call me Shrimpy. Floyd what's going on?" She was confused and wanted answers but it only made the eel happy.

"Oh your mine now! That little study session of yours with that annoying little crab, you defended me, it was so amazing to see you angry for me Angelfish! It made me so happy so I had to show my affection back some way."

"What do you mean?" She did not like where this was going. She had used violence which was unlike her but with Floyd's seeing it too it's not a good thing for how he would interpret it. She did like the eel of course but she might have put the life of a student in danger.

"He was trying to take my angelfish away from me, so I let him know just how much I love you! Jade said it'd be good to show you how much and you used violence so I should do the same!" He nuzzled his mouth near her neck invoking a shiver to crawl up the girl's spine as he inhaled her scent.

That guy was right about him being dangerous, but he only did want to show you his affection.

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