#this is from last year but this year i had barely the spoons to exist let alone write

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

A vaguely jazzy-sounding remix of a pop Christmas song was playing softly, and lights were glinting off an abundance of cheap silver and lilac garlands. Plucky plastic white pines adorned with sparkly rainbow-shaped ornaments dotted the entire place. It was a relatively classy establishment eleven months of the year, and Steve thought that the exception was quite adorable. There was something comforting in tacky, especially in a gay bar.

He immediately spotted Bucky sitting at the counter. He chuckled at himself, at the way his chest still did that glowy, squeezy feeling it did when he saw Bucky after some time, or even after no time at all. Sam had teased him on the way back from the trip, guessing exactly what had Steve excited like a puppy at the prospect of going home. It had been just a few days, really, and he knew Bucky was comfortably home in New York, enjoying leisure time. But he still couldn’t wait to be with him again.

Bucky looked so soft in his loose hair bun and cozy knit sweater, sipping something creamy-colored from a margarita glass, and Steve lingered for a few moments to observe him, feeling a warmth in his chest that wasn’t from stepping indoors from the winter open air, and eventually reached the counter.

“What’s a guy as handsome as you doing all alone in here?” he asked as he sat on the stool next to Bucky.

A brief flash of surprise appeared on Bucky’s features, and then a smile bloomed across his face, lightening up his eyes, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Oh, my husband is on a work trip,” he replied with a delighted grin.

“And leaves you here on your own? So close to Christmas? You should dump him.”

Bucky laughed. “Maybe I should, but he’s kind of a big important guy, and it’s kinda sexy.”

Steve chuckled. “Is that so?”

“M-mh,” Bucky nodded, wrapping his arms around him. “Also, I don’t actually care about Christmas, but don’t tell him this, ‘cos he’s a romantic and loves all this stuff.”

“Mmm,” Steve just replied. It wasn’t completely true that Bucky didn’t care about Christmas, because he might be Jewish, but he was like a cat, and shiny ornaments and twinkly lights had him enchanted. Those and the food. In a different world, a lifetime ago, he’d help Steve’s mom with putting up the decorations, claiming it was to take the burden off Steve, who at that point of the season would inevitably be waging a war against his lungs, but the truth was that he was ecstatic about it.

“So how was the trip?”

Steve smiled. “It was alright. Sam did most of the talking, which is good, he’s more diplomatic than I am.”

“Diplomatic is not a word I’d use for either you or Sam, but a rabid raccoon would be more diplomatic than you, so I can believe it.”

Steve chuckled as he sank a hand in the hair just above Bucky’s neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Bucky beamed softly and leaned forward to press his lips against Steve’s. Bucky was still a bit cautious with showing affection in public, but in gay bars he let all his guards down, just like they’d always done. Steve, on the other hand, had the constant urge to just be as obnoxious as possible with their affection, which was probably further proof that there was something irrevocably broken with his sense. But there was something inside of him that screamed to shove their love in the world’s face, to force people to see them. He felt a little glee at paparazzi pictures, even if he wasn’t supposed to, but inside of him a little voice said, look at us, look at us, see us, see, see .

“You still have things to do before the holidays, or—?”

“Nope. I’m free to give my full, undivided attention to this really hot guy I know.”

Bucky grinned. “Lucky him.”

Steve pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“What are you drinking?”

“I asked the bartender to make me something yummy and creamy and christmassy.”

“You asked for eggnog in a margarita glass?”

“So? It’s Christmas. No point in living in a majority Christian country if I cannot take advantage of it.”

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#my fic #stucky #stevebucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #christmas fic #mcu #this is from last year but this year i had barely the spoons to exist let alone write #so i'm just reposting this

[saltfromthesea]

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personal vent in the tags

#was planning to give some of my cash to unhoused people after work today #only gave one guy $20 then I heard him making jokes about my ass #can i just fucking exist without being objectified can i walk down the street without being sexualized for five fucking minutes!? #not to mention i was bundled in max layers from head to toe cause its unprecented cold weather you can barely even see my body #and yet #i still am just an object to men #didnt give out the other $40 i can spare yet cause i just wanted to cry or yell #and idk im so tired and lonely despite putting all my spoons into buolding community this last year #i still dont have a friend who id be able vent to about this who would *get it* #and in the big picture its not a big deal and is barely even noteworthy in this patriarchal society #but im so tired of being a 'woman' and always being seen as sexy first and human second and i wish i coud get a hug from a friend about it #i had *just* finished working can i just fucking exist for a minute 😤

[heliads]

Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻

anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos

masterlist

You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.

You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.

Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.

Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.

It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.

Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand. 

Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.

The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.

This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.

It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.

You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.

Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?

Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.

The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.

Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.

You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.

Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”

You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”

In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”

You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”

You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”

Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”

When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”

You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”

You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”

“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.

That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.

“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”

And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.

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[eris-snow]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭

✨When he takes care of you

Tags:fem!reader x bakugou, fluff, Bakugou's birthday series

You're fine now. Perfectly healed. So why is he standing in front of your door with a fist raised, about to knock your door as if you're what he needs the most?

Bakugou has felt fear course through his body before. As much as he would deny it, Bakugou understands the prickling feeling of intimidation.

He's felt it when he was attacked by that damn sludge villain, and he's felt it when he and that damn nerd went against the former Number 1 for his final exams last year.

But Bakugou has never expected to ever feel that like this.

The second his eyes landed on your body, he felt his heart drop like it weighed as heavy as a ten-pound bowling ball. Your face is bloodied, and you're unconscious, which just gives Bakugou another hefty dose of his most hated emotion. Fear.

It's foggy, but he remembered staggering to the ambulance that you were loaded on and calling out your name.

"Sunshine."

"Wake up."

"Stop fucking with me!"

He wasn't allowed on, but he sure as hell tried.

He barely even remembers getting healed, being sent back to the dorms, and forcing himself to sleep even though his body was exhausted. All he could think was how he last saw you, with blood leaking out of your wounds and staining that beautiful dress you wore that night.

It's not that bad.

Recovery Girl's voice rang through his head again as he snaps himself out of the memory, forcing himself to repeat it as he stopped in front of your bedroom door at U.A., debating if he should just scrap his cowardly attempt to check up on you.

As far as he knows, Recovery Girl had healed you successfully without a hitch, but it caused you to knock out for most of yesterday due to her Quirk.

With a hasty discharge today so that you could get right back to school tomorrow, Bakugou had decided to completely forgo your enter existence.

So what if you were injured?

You're fine now. Perfectly healed. You and Midoriya already have the whole class at your beck and call, willing to do anything for you if you're straining yourself too much. You don't need him, just like he doesn't need you.

Part of him laughs at his sorry excuse to patch up the hole in his heart that gapes wider at his words.

Liar.

Bakugou glares down hotly at the chicken soup he made, sitting so innocently on a tray with a warm glass of water in hand.

The image of your bloodied body flashes to his mind.

"Fuck it."

He knocks on your door impatiently, and when you do open the door, there's a surprised expression you give him when you see him standing outside with a tray in hand. "Bakugou-?"

"Move it, Sunshine. I brought you soup." He barges into your room and ignores your protests, slamming the tray down on your study table.

He scowls at your messy handwriting as you close the door. "The hell are you doing work now?" He snaps, watching you walk over to him. "You should be resting up for tomorrow, idiot."

"There's no time.", You groan, slumping down on your seat. "This homework is due tomorrow."

"Then ask for an extension!" Bakugou growls, shoving your worksheets into one vague pile of unfinished assignments. Pushing the tray in front of you, he confiscates your homework and folds his arms. "Drink this and go to bed."

"Bakugou, give those back!" You make a grab for your worksheets, but Bakugou just holds them higher.

"No."

"You're an asshole, you know that?" You grumble as Bakugou sits on a nearby beanbag, observing you.

You look...better. There're fewer eyebags under your eyes, your limbs are fully healed, and there wasn't even a scar from the attack. When he doesn't answer your retort, you simply huff and shift your focus on the soup he brought in.

One spoonful is enough to make you forget every insult you ever fired back at Bakugou. You take another bite.

Sure, he was an asshole, but he was an asshole that could cook.

Bakugou's mellowed out, for the most part. He asks how you're doing, talks to you and even clears your bowl out for you. Your heart warms at the thought of the blond cooking this for you in the kitchen, at the thought of him actually taking the time to come here and converse with you when he could have simply walked off.

But he stays. He listens to you describe your fight just as patiently as you did when he talked about his. He even helps you with one of your assignments, with lesser yelling than you would have expected.

This kind of conversation is almost non-existent between the two of you. It's quiet and soft, serene and peaceful with playful banter and muffled chuckles in between. You're so used to the loud yelling that this almost throws you off, but this is exactly what you need after all that happened.

When Bakugou does leave, it's because of the time. You expect a mocking insult, a teasing nickname too, but to your surprise, he does neither.

"Take care of yourself, Sunshine." There's no tease in his voice, not a drop of condescension present between his words. Oh god, there's that smile again.

The one he gave you when you wore that dress in that cramped fitting room. The one where it seems like his eyes get a little bit gentler when they land on you. The one that makes your heart flutter like your stomach was filled with butterflies.

"You too, Bakugou." You say back, allowing a smile.

The door closes with a click, and you exhale a loud sigh.

The soup he made for you burns at the back of your throat, and you wonder how out of the many dishes he could have prepared, Bakugou had cooked you your favourite comfort meal on the day you needed it most.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #my hero academia #fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou's birthday series 2023

[dreamescapeswriting]

A Fork In The Road ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 2k

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, friends to lovers? Fluffy, a small argument, poly with the boys,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

a/n: i hope this ending was okay for you, i was unsure on how to end it haha 

For a few weeks now you and Yoongi had been seeing one another on a regular occasion, the two of you would go out on dates and spend hours upon hours around one another. So much so, that when it came time for you to be alone you found it damn near impossible to relax without him by your side and it was a little scary. The two of you hadn’t even agreed that you were dating one another, it just sort of happened. 

The moment you met it was like sparks flew, the connection was just there and both of you could feel just how strong it was and you couldn’t help but want to be around one another more and more. You could feel yourself starting to fall more in love with the idea of getting to spend more time with Yoongi, you never wanted to be apart. Even on the days when he was busy he would still find time to call you - even for just five minutes - and the two of you would catch up on everything. It was perfection.

As far as you knew anyway but there was something Yoongi wasn’t telling you and he knew that he needed to eventually but he also wanted to hold off. Not telling you meant he could keep you in his own bubble a little while longer and pretend that the rest of the world didn’t exist. But he knew it was going to be time to tell you soon or it wasn’t going to be fair on either of you. To keep you strung along for almost a month was bad enough already and he sort of felt as though he was betraying you by not telling you.

“Yoongi, you can’t just, not tell her about us,” Hoseok said as he stared at Yoongi from across the dining room. The boys were all gathered for their evening meal together - something they’d started to share with one another so they could spend time together even when very busy. Yoongi had just gotten through with telling them all about you and then asking them how he was supposed to even approach the subject. 

“We’d love to meet Yn, maybe put her mind at ease,” Jimin said as he spooned some soup into his mouth, watching Yoongi who seemed to be having an inner battle about everything. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to meet the guys but he knew what Jimin was hinting at, the thing was...The boys were in a polyamorous relationship with one another which meant that he would introduce you to his boyfriends with the hopes that you would be okay with that which not many people were. Polyamorous relationships had been around for a long time but it still was a little bewildering to some people and the last thing Yoongi wanted to do was scare you away right when he had just found you.

“What if she doesn’t want what we have…” The question barely came out as anything more than a whisper but it had suddenly turned the whole atmosphere, everyone was silent and staring at Yoongi waiting for him to elaborate on what he had just said.

“Meaning what? Exactly?” Namjoon arched a brow at the older male and Yoongi bit down on his lip, it had been something that played on his mind a lot. If you told him you weren’t interested in polyamorous, would he be prepared to leave them all behind for you? Would that make him a bad person if he did? The thought played on his mind far too often that he would find himself awake at night, contemplating everything that came into play when he thought of you.

If he was to leave for you, that would mean throwing away a 7-year relationship with people he cared about and loved deeply, but if he didn’t leave them it meant losing you and that was something he knew he wasn’t prepared to do in the slightest. It was clear that he was at a fork in the road and he didn’t know which way to turn in order to survive the whole ordeal and come out happy. There was always the chance that if he went to you that things would end up badly and he would be left heartbroken whereas if he stayed with the boys, he knew he would be cared for…forever. But was that something he wanted? 

“You need to talk to her, communication is everything when it comes to things like this,” Jin told Yoongi as he rubbed his shoulder, it was obvious he was struggling with his decision and the boys needed to let Yoongi know that they would be here for him no matter what he decided to do.

“We’re always going to be here, no matter what happens” Jungkook smirked, he could already sense the older boy was struggling with what to do and he would do anything to put his mind at ease.

“Even if it means leaving?” Yoongi stuttered a little, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks as he thought about it. His heart was pulling him toward you but his mind was telling him to stay where it was safe,

“Even if it comes to that,” Taehyung smiled warmly at him, all of them going back to eat while Yoongi decided to call and see if you were free for the evening. They were all right about one thing and that was he needed to tell you the truth, then he would have to make a decision from there.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” Yoongi questioned as you stared at him from across the table. The two of you were sitting inside a small cafe and it was empty besides you two and a few workers that were cleaning the tables up. Yoongi had just dropped a bombshell on you and you were still trying to process things as he was telling them to you.

“So the whole time we’ve been dating…You’ve been in a relationship?”

“Yes…With 6 other people.” Yoongi looked at you nervously and swallowed the lump that was beginning to build in his throat, he figured it would be best to tell you right away. Kind of like rippin a band aid off,

“And it never occured to you, that you should have told me about them before now?” You stared down at the cup in front of you before looking back at him and waiting for his response and he bit down on his lip a little.

“You’re mad-”

“I’m more than mad, you lead me on!” You yelled a little, flinching when you saw people turning to look at you. You’d never been the kind of person that liked to have attention all of the time and the last thing you wanted right now was to cause a scene.

“I didn’t…”

“What do you call taking me out on dates then when you knew you had other obligations back home?” He stayed silent as soon as you asked that. Of course, he’d lead you on but he’d never really thought about it until it was too late.

“I was hoping that you’d maybe think about joining us?”

“Yoongi…” You stared at him and shook your head. This wasn’t something he could just spring on you and expect you to be okay with, it was going to take a long time before you could even process it. 

“I can’t even look at you right now, do they even know about me? About us?” You questioned with a little more harshness than you’d intended but you were worried that these six other men that he was seeing were going to end up hurt, more hurt than you were feeling right now.

“They do…They knew about you from the start.” You nodded at him, slowly starting to look him in the eyes as you thought about it for a few more minutes. There were a million and one questions running around in your head and you couldn’t think of where to start with any of them.

“Do they expect me to join you all?” You did your best to hide your distaste for it, you liked Yoongi a lot, in fact, you could tell you were starting to fall in love with him but there was no way that you could join a polyamarous relationship, it was just something that wasn’t for you.

“Not at all.” He reached his hand out on the table and your eyes glanced down at it, at one point you would have reached out and grabbed it to keep him close but the mere thought of comforting him or being comforted by him was making you feel uneasy.

“I can’t…Yoongi, I just I can’t…That’s not my thing,” You told him as you bit down on your lip. You didn’t want to lose Yoongi from your life, ever since he’d come back everything had been so much better, the days felt brighter and your life felt happier. And now you were just going to lose all of it.

Everything fell silent, the workers inside of the cafe had gone out back and you and Yoongi were left alone with nothing to say or even do. It must have been about ten minutes since either of you had uttered a word in the other ones direction and you were beginning to worry about never seeing him again.

“So what happens now?” Your mouth was dry as you questioned him, looking up at him as tears gathered in your eyes.

“I don’t know…I-”

“I want to still see you…Be friends, if it’s not too hard?” You suggested, if keeping him in your life meant only keeping him as a friend then you were perfectly fine with that. There was one thing you knew for sure and that was that you couldn’t risk losing Yoongi now that you had him so close to you.

“I’d like that too. Let me drive you home?” He suggested as he realised that the rain was coming down quite heavily outside so you finished your drinks before heading out of the cafe together. 

It had been 3 months of pure misery for Yoongi and yourself, neither of you were happy with the “just friends” arrangement but you stuck out, deciding to keep each other as close as you could. That was until last month when the boys had had enough of seeing Yoongi moping around the house, it was clear to them that he was no longer happy with their arrangement and they were more than willing to, let him be happy with someone else if that was what it took.

“Yoongi? I thought we were going to meet at the cinema?” You laughed when you saw Yoongi making his way over to you but before you could even process anything that was happening he was suddenly kissing you. His lips were on yours and you were kissing him back, your arms folding around the back of his neck as you pulled him closer to you. A small whine left his throat as he pulled you into him, your fingers knotting into his hair and holding him tightly.

“W-Wait…We can’t.” You shoved him away, your hand slowly raising to your lips as you shook your head at him,

“You’re with-”

“I’m not…We split last month, I wanted to wait a while but fcuk, Yn, I couldn’t go without you.” He whispered kissing your cheeks before you stared back at him, a million different things playin in your head.

“You didn’t leave just for me right?” You worried that he would have thrown away somethin he was happy for, just for you and you would never be able to live with yourself.

“No..Not just you, I wasn’t happy anymore. They could see it and so could I,” He smiled before leaning his forehead on yours as you whimpered a little, kissing his lips a little too afriad he was oin to disappear if you stopped.

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[eumppattv]

HEESEUNG IDEA

so i have had this in my drafts for a couple months now. i might turn this into a short written series, so pls let me know if you’re interested 👀

I quietly made my way through the door, careful to not wake anyone up. I was exhausted, the airport sucking out all my energy. Still, it was worth, as I get to pull off the best surprise in history. I had barely finished my second year at university, before my parents had started planning my return home for the summer. They had rejoiced at the thought of both their kids returning home, as last year Jake had spent his second year summer on a “boys trip”.

This year I had copied my brother, with my friends and I planning our “girls trip”. I spent months searching up the best hotels, restaurants, and activities in the area. I was more than excited, though it seems I was alone in my feelings. Instead of planning alongside me, my friends decided to plan their weddings instead, with all but me ending our second year in relationships. Suddenly, our girls trip was no more- so here I was, back home without anyone’s knowledge.

I had kept my plans private, opting to not tell my family the real reason I was back home. I would take it to the grave, and instead tell them I “missed them and cancelled my plans”. Half true. I closed the door, dragging my small suitcase through the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a light shine around the corner. I mentally cursed, not expecting anyone to be awake at this time.

I left my suitcase in our hallway closet, before tiptoeing my way to the kitchen. I turned the corner, a little excited to surprise whoever was awake at 2am. I turned the corner, only to come face to face with some random guy, standing in my kitchen, eating Nutella. I screamed, heart dropping at the sight. He did the same, dropping his spoon in the process.

“Who the fuck are you?!” His eyes grew wide, like a dear in headlights- frozen in place. Before he could speak, Jake came running down the stairs, stopping in between me and the stranger. He ignored my existence, instead turning to the guy. “Is that my Nutella?” he asked, walking towards him. “No it’s mine! I bought it yesterday, when I went shopping with your mom” the boy replied.

He went shopping with my mom? I coughed, gaining their attention as Jake finally turned to face me. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, excited to see me. He went in for a hug, lifting me up in the air and then placing me back down. I laughed, excited to see my brother, before I remembered… the stranger. I glanced behind Jake, seeing the guy standing awkwardly to the side. Jake noticed my focus had shifted, and he followed my eyes before realizing he forgot to introduce us.

“Oh Y/n, this is Heeseung, my friend from college. He’s staying here for the summer.” you nodded, glad that he wasn’t an intruder. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t know Jake had a sister” he said, offering up a sweet smile. “It’s okay” I said, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. Jake laughed along with us, before excusing himself to continue his “beauty sleep”.

Feeling the effects of the airport, I decided to follow, grabbing my suitcase from the closet and dragging it up the stairs. “Let me help you” said Heeseung, running up and grabbing the suitcase from my hands. I let him take it, too tired to argue against his politeness. “So you went shopping with my mom?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He chuckled, setting my suitcase in front of my door. “Yeah, Jake and your dad were out so I didn’t want her to go alone”. I didn’t expect him to be so sweet.

“We’ll thank you, I’m sure she enjoyed your company” I said, opening my door to head in and crash on my bed. “Goodnight” he said, that sweet smile still plastered on his face.

My morning routine was soon shared with Heeseung. The guest bedroom was across from mine, with our separate bathrooms placed next to each room. Yet here I was every morning with the boy by my side. It started two weeks ago, when he had stopped by to ask if I had any extra toothpaste. We had started small talk, which soon turned to a full on conversation in between brushing our teeth. The next day I had gone up to him, to ask whatever stupid question was on my mind. Soon we just found each other as soon as we woke up, enjoying each others company.

I would be lying if I said something hadn’t shifted between us in these weeks. We went from strangers, to close friends, to something else. We were now comfortable with one another, teasing each other and sharing our deep thoughts. But I felt that shift this morning.

“Heeseung stop, I need to get ready!” I exclaimed while the boy pushed his way in to get in the view of the mirror. “I need to get ready too” he said, fixing his hair. I sighed, rummaging through my makeup bag. Heeseung looked down, eyebrows knitted and in deep thought. “Why are you getting all dressed up?” he asked. “I’m meeting up with my friend Sunoo” I responded, pushing him slightly so I could do my eyeliner in the mirror.

He hummed in response, moving out of the way and sitting on the stool I kept in the bathroom. He positioned it right next to me, staring me down. I felt it, the intensity of his gaze on me, and suddenly I was feeling self conscious. “Why do you have to get all dressed up for a guy?” he asked a little too aggressively. I ignored his tone, eyes never leaving the mirror. “Because I want to feel good” I responded, now turning to look at him. “Are you jealous or something?” I joked, not expecting answer.

“You’re too pretty. What if he falls in love with you?”

Nothing was the same from then on.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ eumppattv #enhypen lee heeseung #enha headcanons #heeseung x you #enhypen heeseung #enha heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen imagines

[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing(s) : (seperate) omen, chamber & jett x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : sleep was almost impossible of the three, but with you, it was almost effortless.

↳ authors note : happy pride month!!! :: i think to stop writers block i have to actually start writing of different fandoms,, sorry hsr fans, hello valorant ones (pls exist)

OMEN didn't really.. need to sleep. He doesn't need most things that humans did actually, and preferred to spend his hours of the night knitting or working on a few plants.

So he didn't really know how to feel about 'falling asleep together', an idea suggested to you after a few months of dating and wanted to be cuddling your partner before falling alseep.

You can imagine how awkward he is when he first gets into bed, how he's unsure on how to put his arms around you in a way that you feel comfortable or even the sensation of being so close to someone for 8 hours. You didn't really mind, just letting him experiment and try to figure out what felt right.

However after a few minutes, oddly enough and almost like a cat, Omen warms up to this feeling. If he could smile, he definitely would be. He's content with the position you both settled with, your back against his chest with his arms and legs over you. You could say he's the big spoon and you're the little spoon, not that it was really surprising considering the shadow man was quite tall.

"You okay?" You'll whisper, looking up at him and watched as he nodded back slightly. "I.. like this feeling." He replies, his voice soft despite the usual hoarse coming from it. "I'm glad." A smile is evident on your expression and that makes Omen happy, his grip around you tightening slightly as you two finally drift off.

JETT's lack of sleep usually came from how often she wanted to train. Of course, having a best friend like Phoenix always meant wanting to one-up the other person in every single way, and Jett was making sure she remained on top no matter what.

When you expressed your concern for her lack of rest, she briefly brushed it off and said she could handle it because of how often she went days without sleeping.

That didn't make you feel any better.

So here she is, begrudingly laying in bed with you by her side. Jett has her back turned to you, hugging herself as she grumbled every now and then.

"You know, neither of us are going to fall asleep if you act like that."

She can't see you, but the sound of bedsheets shuffling are enough of an indication that you turned to face her. "I know.. that you're not the best with people.. but you can try for me, can't you..?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper, you loved Jett with all your heart and you couldn't dream of ever forcing her to do something ahe didn't want. And so you just waited for an answer.

To your surprise and in a swift move, Jett turns around to wrap her arms around you and pull you close to her. Head resting into the crook of your neck as you're left to be stunned for a few seconds, before beginning to chuckle softly and return the gesture with your own arms engulfing her into a cuddling position.

You hold back a few giggles at how quickly she fell asleep in your embrace.

CHAMBER was a man who prioritized his own interests above everyone elses, so for many years he had grown used to sleepless nights either for weapon making or business reasons, whichever one he felt like prioritizing first. (Which was always the weapon making.)

At first, he found it cute whenever you tried to stay up with him until he'd grow tired and just go to bed but it didn't last long whenever he saw you tired around HQ and felt guilty for your exhaustion.

The man loves you far too much, so the day after he wanted to try and finally sleep early just so he wouldn't have to see you barely make it through work with 3 hours of rest.

However, with his body so used to staying awake, the French Marksman struggled in finding an ounce of a tired feeling in his body. His mind racing with thoughts of anything else he could be doing at the moment, until he feels you bury yourself closer into him to feel his warmth.

Maybe he was madly inlove, maybe the several hours of sleep he missed was getting to him, but it was like that a single touch from you had him in a sleepy trance.

You're already asleep, just your body naturally wanting to be closer to the man you loved most, but Chamber plants soft and quick kisses on your nose, cheek and lips while whispering a 'Thank you.' after each one. Eventually falling asleep in the comfort of your warmth.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valo x reader #jett x reader #omen x reader #chamber x reader

[bitchsister]

EYY curt is canon to me so he's one insatiable slut so how about a very horny curt riding a sleeping bucky, ofc it's with consent since bucky is so used to it lol (or bucky just a lil bit sleepy and tired and just letting curt uses his cock however he please)

Okay so how did you know IM A SICK BITCH WHO’S SO INTO THAT. Like this is so real & so Curtie. Bucky is a tired “old man” and Curtis is an always so very horny twenty year old, ten fingers, ten toes, from the Bronx. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Since this is an EYY drabble, Curtis calls Bucky by the nickname Binky.

Insatiable slut Curtis, activate 🥴

Instances of true privacy are few and far between, so Curt tends to take every moment alone with Bucky and use it to his utmost advantage — even if he’s dead asleep.

Still acclimating to the experience of being in-flight, Bucky found himself thoroughly drained by the relentless stress that accompanied it all. The weight of his concerns for Curt, Gale, and the entire one hundredth pressed upon him, but not when claimed by sleep.

He slept like a rock and radiated heat like a stove.

If his grip on Curt’s ribcage wasn’t enough to cause a little unrest, then the sweat was.

"C'mon," Curt whispered, though his complaint lacked any real conviction. He gently unraveled Bucky's fingers, one by one, allowing himself to slowly slip out of his grasp. Eventually, he settled himself atop Bucky's thighs, feeling the caress of the cool air from a cracked window in their resting apartment, its gentle touch teasing his dampened skin.

From there, he got the best view.

Bare chest, softened brow, cheekbones for days.

Full lips, gorgeous neck, the scar upon his cheek.

The birds began to chirp outside, dancing along the clotheslines but there was still no sign of the sun just yet — Curt glanced at the clock by their bedside, clicking his tongue.

Only half past four.

He sat for awhile, letting Bucky’s sleeping grip grab onto him again until the weight upon his own hipbones woke him. “Noo,” he whined, still too sleepy to wake up fully, or open his eyes. “Don’t you ever sleep?”

Curt could run off of fumes alone.

Most of the time, he did.

Sleeping was a damn waste of time if you asked him, especially for men whose next breath may be their last. “Mhm.” He hummed softly, his fingertips gently ghosting over the knuckles that still gripped onto him despite his exhaustion.

Bucky’s head lulled to the side, his heart relishing in this moment despite being plucked straight from a deep sleep — he’d been met with the most beautiful voice, the most comforting feeling.

“So, let’s see it, then.”

Curt hummed again in a gentle protest, shaking his head though Bucky couldn’t see it. He ground himself against the man lying beneath him — but barely.

It was enough for Bucky’s body to notice, but hardly his brain.

Curt leaned in, pressing his face against Bucky's neck, reveling in the familiar scent that resided there. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips, uncontrollable and infectious. "Burnt sugar," he whispered, his words a soft breath that danced amidst the curls cascading along the nape of Bucky's neck.

“Huh?”

“It’s what you smell like.”

Curt remembered the summers with his PopPop in the Catskills when he was younger, pouring sugar onto spoons with his sisters and using a lighter to heat it until it bubbled.

Sweet, sticky, just a little bitter.

Bucky's sleep-laden chuckle escaped, a soft and mellow sound that conveyed his contentment. He remained drowsy, unwilling to open his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" he responded, his voice carrying a tender warmth, much like his usual demeanor, but with an added touch of endearment.

“Yeah.”

Curt inhaled again, pressing his face deeper into the curve of his neck where he wished he could stay forever.

There, no wars existed and none of their friends had died.

“What do I smell like?” Curt asked in a whisper.

There fell another silence, blanketing them again in warm comfort until Bucky wrapped his arms around Curt and murmured, “Mine.”

Oh, bleeding hearts.

Curt sat up and looked down at Bucky who finally decided to barely open his eyes, a sleepy smile tugging his lips as he lazily palmed circles into Curt’s belly.

They’d fallen asleep naked, of course, so each rotation had caused his wrist to brush against Curt’s already hardening cock.

This was far from the first time Curt had roused himself from slumber before the break of dawn, determined to persuade Bucky that they both deserved a treat. He knew, however, that this time he would need to employ a touch more persuasion.

“Gimme some lovin’.” He wiggled his ass and pushed his body further into Bucky’s touch who groaned softly, his eyes closed again and the invisible circles he’d been drawing over Curt’s belly growing sloppy and light handed.

“Tired, baby.” His eyes had closed again.

This was the response Curt was expecting, but not the one he wanted.

He whimpered, reaching back to grab Bucky’s cock that had stiffened slightly but not enough to do anything with. With a quickness, he scrambled between his thighs and shoved them apart, admiring his half hard cock with a devious grin.

“Well, he ain’t.”

It was awhile before Bucky responded.

“He’s never tired.”

Curt allowed his mouth to kiss and lick and suck wherever it wanted. His tongue licked fat, wet stripes over his cock and down to his tight balls, over his thighs and back again. “That’s good, ain’t it?” His lips popped off of Bucky audibly, his chin dribbling with sticky spit.

Bucky’s body had flushed, his cheeks turning red as a little chuckle bubbled out of him. “You like takin’ advantage of an old man?” He teased, reaching a hand down to blindly rake his fingers through Curt’s messy mop of brown waves.

“Well, it ain’t takin’ advantage if that old man begs me to fuck myself harder on it.” Curt continued to mouth at Bucky’s cock, muttering filth against it. “Growin’ boys have needs, Binky.”

“You ain’t growin’ more than this.” Bucky quickly retorted, though he still sounded like he was fighting sleep as Curt stroked him, licked him, sucked him off with the most obscene sounds swirling around them. “Try as you might. Ain’t happenin’.”

“Hey,” Curt whined, nipping at Bucky’s inner thigh, “What if I have a real late growth spurt? And I got taller than you, huh? What then?”

Bucky would roll his eyes if they were open, but the tone of his voice had been more than enough. “You gonna sit on it?” He tugged at his hair, causing his neck to curve. “And quit runnin’ your mouth?”

Curt huffed, the sound of sheets rustling and the bed creaking whirled around their heads until he was straddled again over Bucky’s cock, spit slicked between his cheeks with his own fingers before he stuffed himself full of Bucky, and the smell of burnt sugar.

They both hummed, satisfied and in their most comfortable positions — closest to one another, becoming one.

Curt cooed, sharp breaths sucked through his teeth once he began making slow, calculated movements.

It wasn’t long before he was a whining mess, though.

His entire body flushed a pretty pink, his chest heaving, his tiny hands grasping onto any part of Bucky and himself that they could reach. “You feel taken advantage of?” Curt huffed, sucking his own fingers, his left hand stroking himself.

Bucky grinned, hands splayed over Curt’s warm thighs. “Oh, absolutely.” He whispered, eyes cracking open again to gaze at his little darling, all sweaty and whimpering, wild hair and wet lips. “God, you’re fuckin’ filthy.” He moaned, knowing well enough that his cock was more Curt’s than it was his own.

“Y’gonna gimme what I want?” He was practically begging. Bucky knew Curt couldn’t finish if he wasn’t full of it — they’d tried before to get a couple quickies in here and there, but it failed miserably.

The only way to guarantee an orgasm from Curt was to first orgasm yourself. Inside of him.

It was endearing, of course, but meant they couldn’t rub one out together if need be.

Curt required far more attention than that.

And he deserved it.

Bucky grabbed hold of Curt’s soft little hips before he rose his own to hammer into him, forcing out little whines and squeaks with each thrust until he found himself becoming a mess, groaning fuckfuckfucks.

The second Curt had noticed the warmth growing in his belly like a blazing ball of fire, he spilled his own hot sticky mess over Bucky’s chest.

They caught their breath and Curt continued the small little circular rotation of his hips, bending to lick up his own come, dribbling it into Bucky’s mouth, nipping his neck, biting his chin, sucking his nipples, moaning and whining as Bucky’s softening cock had left him feeling less full than he was only a moment ago.

“One more.” Curt panted, licking at Bucky’s chest again. “Please.”

#💌 #yoyo writes #curtbucky #masters of the air

[ellievickstar]

i formerly request a draco fic please 🙋‍♀️

Perfect for Me (Draco x GN!Reader)

Summary: After years of being insecure, maybe you’re both the key each other’s confidence.

A/N: I struggled writing this. I have no clue how Draco would act because I didn’t really pay attention to him in the books. But, I pushed through and I think this is pretty good. But what if the dark lord catches wind of this new…distraction…?

Requested? Well- I think you already know the answer to that- 

Inspired? By my wonderful conversation with @cityofidek 

Warnings: This is my AU so the riddle twins do exist, and Theodore, and Lorenzo. Fluff to angst. Mentions of insecurities, reader not believing she’s good enough, etc. 

(Gif is not mine) 

~*~*~*~*~

“No, no, PUT ME DOWN ALL OF YOU OR I SWEAR-” Your sentence was cut off as you were thrown into the lake. Swimming up to the surface, you swore at the four boys that were still dry. “I’m wet because of you guys, this was my favourite sweater!” “That’s what she said,” Lorenzo joked as he high-fived Theodore. Draco laughed as he approached the lake to help you out. Mattheo, on the other hand, just smirked as he flipped to the next page of his book. 

It’s been three months since you first met these buffoons. You were a new sixth year student who transferred from a low-profile wizarding school in South-East Asia. Theodore was your childhood best friend from when you first lived in England. Now that your family has moved back, you finally got to go to the famous school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts. 

Once you were out of the pool, Mattheo cast a quick-drying spell and you felt warm in seconds, though the alarming change of your body temperature did concern you slightly. 

“At least pass me a jacket too,” You grumbled. It was then you felt a soft material wrap around your shoulders. You blushed as your eyes met Draco’s warm gray ones. Maybe today wasn’t so terrible. 

~*~*~*~*~

It took forever for you to wash your hair. You kept having the looming feeling of something slimy clinging to your body. Joining your group of friends, you talked Tom’s ear off as you complained about how you were insensitively thrown into the Black Lake. Complaining to Tom was something only you dared to do, anyone else would be scared that he’s cut their tongue off. 

“You know, I could warm you up in my dorm if you really are so cold,” Mattheo winked, chuckling as you flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his direction. To your dismay, someone interrupted you before you could retort at the irritating brunette. 

“Shove off,” Draco snapped. You paled as Mattheo’s eyes darkened with rage. You knew that the two boys barely tolerated each other after Draco was ordered to kill the headmaster, but, you’d never seen Mattheo this livid. 

‘Or what?” Mattheo growled as he leaned forward, almost provoking the blonde headed boy. “Or-” “Stop this nonsense, or I’ll tell father that you both require some changes in order to concentrate on your current mission!” Tom finally interfered with their argument. You breathed a sigh of relief as both boys mutter reluctant apologies. 

Though the twins did not tell you much about their father, the whispers in almost every corridor made it clear that they were the sons of the recently emerging Dark Lord, Voldemort — a ridiculous name if you said so yourself. You only knew so much about their father’s plans, you only knew that Harry Potter, the obnoxious wannabe good-two-shoes, will stop him from taking over the wizarding world, other than that you couldn’t quite be bothered to know the facts. 

~*~*~*~*~

You were rushing your potions essay that Slughorn had assigned in the Slytherin common room when the prefects of the group finally got back, Tom and Draco. Tom bid you goodnight before returning to his room, however, Draco lingered behind. As you finally finished the last sentence of your essay, you looked up to see Draco staring at you awkwardly. 

“Have you been there the whole time?” You asked, already knowing the answer. Draco flushed as he nodded. You sat up as you patted the spot beside you, motioning him to sit. He approches you while using two fingers to loosen his tie.  You giggled as you remembered the argument Draco and Tom had about the usefulness of ties. Tom thought that ties made people look tidy and professional while Draco said that the tie was no use and only restricted someone, or in his words, ‘A neck hanging death trap’. 

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder as you both sat together in a now comforting silence. 

“Dray?” You said as your eyes began to grow heavier. “Yeah?” He replied as he rubbed your back with continued to lull you to sleep. “Don’t tell Theo, but your my best friend,” You smiled as he chuckled. His body vibrated against you as you finally closed your eyes, welcoming sleep with open arms. 

~*~*~*~*~

Click. Click. Click.

“Quiet down! You’ll wake them up!” Someone shushed as the clicking of a camera continued to rouse you from your slumber. You blinked back as you vision was still blurry from sleep. Sitting up, you wiped your eyes as you glanced around the room. Lorenzo and Theodore was standing up straight, hands behind their backs as they flashed you smiles that probably did not look as innocent as they hoped. 

“What time is it…and what are you guys up to?” You asked warily. You glanced down at the pillow you had been leaning against and flushed sas you spotted the messy hair of a particular blonde-headed boy. You looked back at the two trouble makers and spied a camera behind Theodore’s back. 

“Give that to me, Hey!” You yelped as they suddenly took off, you got up and ran after them, hot on their heels. They laughed as they purposely slowed down only to speed up again. “Curse your long legs, no fair!” You pushed yourself to run faster as the made circles around the common room. You were finally able to tackle Theodore when the camera was snatched it of your grasp. You growled, ready to pounce on the next person but paused as you saw Mattheo hold the machinery while scanning through the photos. 

“Is that YN and Draco?” He asked as he showed you the photo he was looking at. “Yes, and they look adorable and I ship it,” Theodore grunted from the ground. Mattheo seemed to grow red as he tossed the camera to Lorenzo. “It will never happen, I’m so much better for her,” He smirked. You cocked your head at his bold statement. “She and Draco are a better pair and you know it!” Theodore argued. “She and Draco is like her and Lorenzo,” Something that would never happen because you were pretty sure Lorenzo liked someone else. 

“‘She’ has a name,” You snapped. “And ‘she’ thinks that she can decide for herself who is a better match. So get your heads out of your asses because she is not a piece of property for you to negotiate about,” You stormed away. Those…those arseholes! How dare they decide what was good for you without even thinking to consult you. You scoffed as you went up to your dorm. 

~*~*~*~*~

The day was duller then usual. With a bad start in the morning, it only got progressively worse. Tom seemed to be in a bad mood so he snapped at you during potions. During charms, you were scolded by professor Flitwick because you just couldn’t get the spell right no matter how many times you tried. Professor Snape in DADA seemed to be particularly moody and you were scolded for the fifth time that day for asking a ‘stupid question’. 

The tipping point was when you received an owl during dinner. It was from your parents. Being Asian, despite the stereotypes, you family was quite laid back on your career options. However, they expected top notch grades from you and anything less would have them lecturing you for a whole holiday and constantly criticising you, telling you that you would be able to do it write if you just worked harder or tried to be more intelligent. You sighed at the thought of your parents and rubbed your temples as you read the letter. 

Dear YN, 

We called the school and we are very disappointed with your performance. How can you be losing to that girl in Gryffindor? You are expected to be the best, and if you do not buckle down by next semester, you can forget about coming home. We expect better from you, missy, and if you do choose to return with such atrocious results, you will face consequences. 

Wishing you well,                                                                                                           Your Parents. 

You tore the letter in half and and tucked it in your pocket. You could not believe them! You were third in your whole cohort and yet they still wanted you to be better!? You weren’t Hermione Jean Granger for Merlin’s sake! Your eyes watered as you poked around the food on your plate. Noticing your distress, none of your friends said anything as they quietened down as to not make you overwhelmed with conversation. 

You thought back to all the times your parents were disappointed with you. Haven’t you given enough? Why couldn’t they, for one second, think of how you felt for a change? You were so tired of giving everything for them to be proud of you, you were tired of working hard just so that you could hear the words that they have never and will never say. But, as you thought about it more, you knew that they were still your parents, and in your culture they could treat you any way they wished and somehow, they still held the right of being your parents. 

You chocked on a sob as you stood, excusing yourself from dinner as you wished to isolate yourself in order to cry in peace.

~*~*~*~*~

“God, I’m pathetic,” I laughed at myself as I looked over the black lake. It had been about an hour since I excused myself from dinner. “Don’t do that, discount your feelings,” A voice suddenly echoed from in front of me. I peered up from where I sat. 

You began to feel more tears coming as a pair of arms wrapped around you curled up frame. You breathed in the familiar smell of green apples as you choked on a sob again. “Let it all out,” He breathed into the top of your head as he held you closer. More tear spilled out as began the waterworks again. 

You eventually lost track of time as you slowly went from sobs to quiet whimpers. Clinging onto his robe, the two of you felt comfort in each other’s presence. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently. You shook your head as you pressed closer to him. He hummed as he rubbed circles on your back. Exhausted from the endless tear you had in ally let go after months of suppressing your emotions, you rested your head against Draco’s chest before finally letting sleep take you. 

~*~*~*~*~

You awoke in your own room. 

There was a note on your bedside as a splitting headache made you wince. You read the note and as you did, you swore that your heart skipped a beat. 

Dear YN, 

Should you awake before I return, just know that the Dark Lord has summoned me. I will be back soon, there is a potion to take care of your headache. I know that you get headaches after crying too much, please take the potion and get some more rest. I have explained to the Teachers that you are unwell. Sleep well, my love. 

Draco

P.S Pansy changed you, don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. 

You peered back at the nightstand and indeed, there was a potion. You drank it, almost wanting to throw up at the rancid taste. Lying back down, you played with the edge of your sheets as you thought back to Yesterday. Though it was very blurry, you vaguely remembered the feeling of being lifted from the ground as Draco’s raspy voice kept telling you to go back to sleep. You flushed at the indistinct memory. You began to wonder what this meant for your relationship with Draco. We’re you still just best friends? We’re you more than that? You thoughts traveled back to the note as you remembered the nickname. What did he mean by ‘my love’? You rubbed your temples, confused. 

Maybe you should just wait for him to return. 

he never did. 

~*~*~*~*~

“Where were you yesterday?” You asked Draco as you sat next to him at breakfast. He hadn’t came back to check on you all day and when you had gone to his dorm, but he hadn’t been there. You asked the rest of the group but they all refused to tell you where he had gone and told you that it was best that he explained the situation to you himself. 

“It’s none of your business, YLN,” He spat as he continued to eat. You were taken back by his sudden hostility. He had just been comforting you yesterday, what had changed? You wanted to say more but you were cut off by someone else. 

“What he meant to say,” Tom seethed, “Was that we have decided that you are no longer required or needed to interact with this group,” It took you a few moments to process what he had said. We’re they kicking you off the group? You didn’t understand. “Wha-” “That means that you are a nuisance! Don’t you understand? Stay away!” The rest of the group remained silent as Draco went off on you. 

“Did yesterday mean nothing to you?” You demanded. You didn’t understand as you tried to look Draco in the eyes. You could barely recognise your best friend. You turned to Theodore and Lorenzo as you tried to desperately laugh, “This is a joke, right? Very funny guys,” But no one said anything. They looked at you with that same dull look, that look of pity, sadness. You wanted to feel rage and anger, wanted to yell at all of the, but you couldn’t find the words. You couldn’t find it in you as you got up and left quietly. 

Questions rang in your head as you kept asking yourself, what had you done wrong?

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: And so my lovely readers. This is the end…or is it? Up to you honestly. 

#Harry Potter characters x reader #Harry Potter #Pansy Parkinson #Tom Riddle #Theodore Nott #Lorenzo #Draco Malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy #Draco x reader #Draco Malfoy angst #Draco Malfoy fluff #Draco Malfoy x you

[envy-of-the-apple]

All for One who falls for an older darling that he takes for his own and then gives a long life quirk or puts in statis until can be woken up? I think he'd be really cheeky about being "younger" even tho the biggest issue is his villainy

lowkey tho 'puppy love gone wrong' is my favorite trope??? Maybe you babysat him when you were both younger and he was being really wierd but you indulged him anyway because he was a cute kid and now when he's all grown up he's a monster. Absolutely amazing.

bro at first i thought you were talking about all might. i keep forgetting that all for one is like mha's main villain lfjkljdsklfjdskljsklf

im praying they didn't give him a backstory, i haven't caught up to the manga yet whoopssss

(Yandere, implied kidnapping, possessiveness)

You were nice to him when he was a kid.

Nice may not have been the best term. Friendly? Amicable? You greeted him whenever he passed by, which was more to say for any of the other people that lounged around that shitty neighborhood. You weren't really sure if you could count it as bullying, but you felt bad for him. Pitied him.

It's been a long time since you've seen that neighborhood. Years? Decades?

Were they even alive anymore?

"Yet again, I see you've barely eaten."

You don't scowl. It's useless to convey your anger, wasted on someone so nonchalant. Instead you resort to stretching, ignoring him.

You can hear him smile.

"Do I have to spoon feed you?" He speaks again, "I don't mind."

"You don't but I do," You speak, your voice sharp, "I just like taking my time."

He hums, sitting down next to you, you can feel his gaze on you as you keep your eyes focused on the window. Currently you watch the birds play in the birdbath you set up last week. It was tiring, you worked all day on that. Looking back, you should have been sunburned. The sun was always so high in the sky. It felt like summer. Yet, you didn't feel anything but a pleasant warmth.

It shouldn't surprise you, it wasn't like anything in this world was real.

The only thing here that existed was you.

He made sure of it.

"Finally got a break from terrorizing people?" You asked, "Bored? Is that why you came to bother me?"

He laughs. It used to terrify you. Now you just sigh.

"I always have time for you," He says pleasantly.

"Were you frustrated? Is that why you're acting up?"

You glance away from the birdbath. You still don't look at him, deciding that the interior of the house was much more interesting. Your dream home, you had remembered telling him in some magazine all those years ago. Back when he was still shorter than you, back when he was cuter, smaller. Nothing but a small inconvenience.

You can barely remember that magazine now. You bet it wasn't even being produced anymore.

"I'm not frustrated." You sigh.

"So, are you here for a reason?"

"I wanted to see you," He coos, allowing an arm to rest on your shoulder, "Aren't you happy to see me? It's been so long."

Barely a week. You honestly wished he'd stay away longer.

"Also, I wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday."

Your birthday...? Was it that time of the year again? You couldn't tell. It was always summer here. The sun always shined.

How old even were you?

You weren't able to hide your shock that well. He was laughing, leaning closer.

"Did you forget?"

You don't answer. You can feel his fingers trail over your neck. You look at your own fingers. You're sure nearly a century has passed by now, maybe even more, yet you still remained the same. As young as you were the day he trapped your here.

You couldn't say the same for him.

"Do you have anything planned?" You ask.

"Not really," He hums into your hair, "I'll leave that up to you."

It's not the first time he's asked you this. You've never had an answer, always too angry, too frustrated.

Today, your mind is clear enough to speak.

"I'd like to go outside?"

"That's it?" He muses, "We could go for a walk, right now? It's always so pretty-"

"You know what I mean."

He gently urges you into his neck. You follow, allowing yourself rest your head against his chest.

"It's dangerous, my love," It's funny, even when you're the older one, he always finds a way to chastise you.

"You'll be there, won't you?" You respond, "What, an entourage of quirks and you can't protect me from slipping on a banana peel?"

It's phrased as a joke. You don't laugh. He doesn't either.

You think you've finally mastered the art of patience, but the silence last for what feels like years. You almost can't take it.

"A day," He finally says, "Just one day."

You don't respond, not at first. You're pushing away the hope, because it's useless. It's useless to hope.

"When?" You ask.

"Soon."

#yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere all for one #yandere x reader #implied kidnapping #dub con touching #possessiveness

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

V-Day Exchange 2023

The marketplace was strangely busy as young couples crowded and swarmed the streets looking at little cheap trinkets and jewels. As vendors themselves shouted for the couple’s attention or lonely men that were in scurrying through the street looking for last-minute gifts for their girlfriend. The scent of sweet perfume wafered through the air, intoxicating all those around them. The food stands that were just as busy made any hungry person wait impatiently in line.

Ace was one of those lonely hungry men the vendors called out, tempting the young boy with free samples of peanuts lightly dusted in cocoa powder. He found himself tempted by the idea of free food as he walked towards the vendor and began snacking on the sweet-tasting peanuts, that crunched in his mouth barely satisfying the rumbling in his stomach.

“Did you forget about Valentine’s Day?” the Vendor asked, his dark eyes scanning the knapsack that hung over Ace’s shoulder, “I can fix your mistake if you see would like to see my merchandise,” he waved his hands over the glass case showing off pretty jewels, in all shapes and colors. “Whatever mistake you made everything can be forgiven for the right price,” the sleazy salesman spoke, not noticing that half of his free samples were disappearing from the bowl.

“Val-what now?” Ace questioned shoving another handful of peanuts in his mouth. He never heard of the day as he lazily glanced at the colorful but obviously fake-colored jewels. The vendor finally glanced up and slapped Ace’s hand away before he could reach for more of the delicious snack.

“Surly a handsome man like you has a date on the most romantic day of the year?” he questioned, his sweet tone slowly dying as the realization was dawning that Ace was not a paying customer, “A young temptress who stole your heart?”

Ace stared blankly at the man as he was tempted to sneak another handful of chocolate-covered peanuts before his hand got slapped away.

“A boyfriend you are trying to win over?” as the fake politeness was almost gone. The handsome young lad before him was not a paying customer but a drifter stealing free samples from him and wasting his time.

Ace shook his head stealing another handful of peanuts and shoving them in his mouth.

“Get out of here,” the merchant growled waving his hands off and moving the now-empty peanut bowl from Ace’s sight, “You are wasting my time,”

Ace shrugged walking off, curious about what this strange day the vendor was talking about only to be lured by another unsuspecting merchant offering free sweets in exchange for a large purchase.

--

“What is Valentine’s Day?” Ace asked later that evening, shoving a spoonful of fish curry into his mouth. The savory taste outweighed all the sweets he had eaten while shopping in the busy marketplace. He had filled his belly with sweet-tasting chocolate, as vendors assumed he was a handsome young man shopping for a lover that didn’t exist. He even tried new and exotic desserts such as dark chocolate and truffles, each he found and grabbed more whenever offered a free sample. Still, he couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about or if it was a day people offered free candy.

Thatch and Izou stopped mid-conversation to stare at their country friend as he shoved another spoon full of fish curry into his mouth and stared at the crewmates waiting for an answer before also shoving some bread as well making his cheeks like chipmunk storing food.

“It is a day of romance,” Izou answered dryly.  It wasn’t his favorite holiday, a reminder that few females seek warmth and romance from him, something he wasn't willing to give. He had managed to scare off females seeking his attention by being cold and aloof but a few female admires were courageous enough to hand him chocolate and sweets as gifts, “a nuisance of a holiday,” he took a bite of his own fish curry chewing the food slowly and savoring the taste.

Thatch chuckled lightly a small smirk on his lips, “Now come on man don’t be like that,” he gave a hard pat on Izou’s back knocking the spoon out of his hand. The younger man glared at the older man. “You have loads of pretty girls begging at your feet to be your sweetheart, and all of them putting their heart into their candy,”

“It is endearment I do not wish to reciprocate,” Izou answered in a dry tone picking up the fallen spoon and replacing it with a new spoon from a cup full of mismatched silverware sitting in the middle of the table.

Thatch just grinned at his stubborn friend shaking his head. He of course had a few admirers himself, young nurses wishing to learn his skill in the kitchen and hoping for more. He was more than willing to show them the skills but like Izou he couldn’t reciprocate their love.

Ace was still confused as he watched his other two commanders discuss, romance and such as well as failed dates they had with the opposite sex. He found Izou’s answer a bit unsatisfying, swallowing his food he shook his head. “I am not sure if that really helps,” he answered taking another spoon full of food but waving the spoon around a bit, “I got a lot of chocolate and sweets,” he spoke with his mouth full, his stomach rumbled at the memory of all sweets he ate and he took a full bite of his food.

“I am not surprised you have admires Ace,” Thatch spoke dumbing more fish curry into his friend's plate. He heard Ace’s stomach growl and had long given up on uncovering the mystery of the boy’s stomach. It was as if it was a black hole and was only satisfied after a long battle.

Ace gave a questionable look,  still not fully understanding the statement Thatch just made.  He didn’t have admires, he had no time for love. He was either, training, eating, or sleeping. Any admires that would talk to him, were often ignored or dragged into training with him. And the ones that stayed and were tormented with all his talk of his brother, or Whitebeard. Often enough they were left in the friend zone never to escape.

“No chocolate for your admires?” Izou questioned a bit envious.

Ace shook his head wishing a few of them would give him chocolate if he had any admires , “I just had vendors handing me chocolate and trying to get me to buy fake jewels,” he answered after swallowing his food.

Both commanders stared at the young commander registering the day Ace just had before they both laughed tilting their heads back and laughing. They could only imagine the distressed look of the merchants trying to sell the country boy anything and only finding out the boy was clueless about the holiday and had no intention of buying the jewels or other items they tried to sell on him.

Thatch shook his head placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder and shaking it a little, still chuckling wishing he had been there to witness the scene. “Valentine's day is a special holiday for couples, where lovers go overboard to prove their love and remind those who are lonely to seek affection between the sheets,”

Ace listened to Thatch’s explanation and nodded a bit; he seemed still lost. He wasn’t exactly sure, but the holiday sounded like a pain in the ass. He remembered seeing an overabundance of flowers, and jewels as well as couples crossing his path. He had thought it was a little strange but chalked it up to a festival, continuing his mission and search.

“It is a pointless holiday,” Izou said finishing his food, “Where people are reminded that their life is worthless unless we have the approval of someone else,” he shook his head, “Where lovers and romantic couples, just try to prove their love for one another,”

Ace nodded as he was slowly understanding, he still had a few questions, “Is it just for lovers?” he questioned.

Love was a strange concept itself. He remembered having a conversation with Makino about love when he was a child when he was trying to figure out all the complicated emotions he felt about his brothers. She had spoken gently about the complicated emotion of love pointing to his heart and why he feels so protective of his brothers and wanted to be near them and help them grow. He understood familial love from between the sheets was still so foreign to him. He knew he loved Whitebeard and his crew but from the brief explanation, the holiday didn't seem so welcoming to the kind of love Ace was familiar with.

Thatch rubbed his beard deep in thought before nodding, “Valentines could be more for familial love,” he said remembering the boy’s attachment to his brothers, “but is more fun if you think of a young lover waiting for you eager to give you sweets and even more in the bedroom,”

Ace chuckled, “the only lover I have is for adventure,” he spoke jabbing his thumb in his direction and giving his awarding winning smile, the freckles on his face crinkling a little bit.

Thatch and Izou froze before both the long silence had them bursting into laughter.

They couldn’t believe their friend uttered such a cheesy and lame line, with such confidence. They started laughing harder as Ace seemed frozen into place calling the other crew members to enjoy such an obscure view and words coming from their young commander.

Ace could feel his face heat up as he sunk into his chair hiding his face with the tip of his large cowboy hat. The laughter of the dining hall filled the air before he himself joined the crew in laughter.

#ace one piece #ace d portgas #ace #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew #op whitebeard #thatch one piece #one piece izou #v day

[workersolidarity]

Something about the Liberal mind is broken by Ukraine, Vladimir Putin and Trump.

Trump is right when he says we need to bring this war to an end. It's not about winning or losing, it's about bringing an end to the bloodshed.

Something Liberals and their Neocon allies don't seem to be able to comprehend: you get rid of Putin, and you're virtually certain to bring a bigger hardliner to power on Ukraine and NATO than Putin ever was.

Has anyone been listening to some of the shit Medvedev has been saying??? About Nukes?

The idea that Liberals would think it's okay to try to take out Putin and this is somehow magically going to mean a Ukrainian victory marching into Crimea.

It's a complete fucking fantasy!

What you're more likely to get is the rise to power of a Medvedev, chomping at the bit to let loose the Russian military on NATO assets they know are just sitting on the other side of the border with Ukraine in Poland.

I mean, let's be clear. When we're talking about overthrowing Putin, we're talking about the unleashing of what will likely be a series of events that lead straight to WWIII and Nuclear Holocaust.

And some of the people openly discussing these kind of ideas, ideas we know will lead to disaster, are people with major influence in the halls of power. People in organizations like the Atlantic Council, the Council on Foreign Relations, and the Brookings Institute, all openly calling for the US to do MORE for Ukraine, and NOT to find a way to end the bloodshed.

These people are quick to call you a Putin apologist, a Russian puppet, all these cliché gotcha names that allow Liberals and other supporters of the Ukraine Proxy-war to completely ignore facts about the war and dismiss any news they don't like (such as pointing out the very obvious heavy losses Ukraine is sustaining, and their inability to continue to suffer losses at these rates for much longer) as Putin's propaganda.

While these internet "soldiers" enjoy the moral high ground (or so they imagine) online, and truly the largely Western online audiences applaud them and cheer them on, rewarding them with likes and shares and pats on the back.(Good work!)

Meanwhile Ukraine is suffering unimaginable loss: hundreds upon hundreds of casualties every day, expending far more manpower and ammunition than is capable of being replaced by Ukraine and the West. And the Ukrainian economy is barely treading water despite Billions in Western aid, the US even going so far as to fully fund Ukraine's Public Pension system. (Even while our own citizens remain homeless by the tens of thousands and most Americans are struggling without the benefit of a public pension system.)

But point any of this out, easily provable information if you're willing to spend a little while sifting through the propaganda... and you're a Putin puppet, because apparently Americans cannot think beyond the Democrat talking points being spoon-fed to them on CNN, MSNBC, CBS, and in the pages of the NY Times and Washington Post.

What exactly are all these Liberals and Neocons going to do when Trump wins the election and Ukraine collapses??? I mean, this is looking more and more likely to happen in less than two years.

I mean, how do you reckon with all the Russiagate garbage, the censorship, the Jan 6th obsession, the lies to make it look like Ukraine ever had even the slimmest of chances against the Russian Federation, the absolutely UNBELIEVABLE turnaround in the media on the existence of Nazi paramilitary forces in Ukraine, all the fake investigations and nonsense around Trump over the last too many years, as though any of it was going to stop him from running for, and winning, the next Presidential election, it's all going to collapse like a ton of bricks in their faces.

But the saddest part of it all is that hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians and Russians will have to die because of the sheer HUBRIS of Liberals and Neocons in the US and Europe.

And THAT is a War Crime that should always be remembered.

#ukraine proxy war #proxy war #ukraine war #fuck liberals and neocons #msm lies #neocons #shitlibs #us imperialism #us hegemony #us war machine #war machine #us war mongering #imperialism #anti imperialist #anti capitalism #capitalist imperialism #neoliberalism #socialist news #socialist politics #socialist worker #socialism #communism #marxism leninism #socialist #communist #marxism #marxist leninist #progressive politics #politics #us wars

[wyn-n-tonic]

do you want to hear some family bullshit? of course you do.

so, in 2021, my little sister asked if i would be her maid of honor. i politely refused, told her that i was grateful she would consider me for such a huge part of her wedding but that i ultimately wouldn't be able to accept because i knew i wouldn't have the financial means to undertake this responsibility nor would i have the spoons to do it and, also, i just don't really know her that well and that didn't feel like a role that i should be in. not only do i have these issues but i also think that her fiance is relatively emotionally abusive and i won't be party to celebrating that. not to mention, SHE HAS SAID WITH HER OWN FACE THAT SHE IS WITH THIS MAN BECAUSE SHE IS AFRAID OF BEING ALONE. why am i going to waste my time and my money and my mental energy dealing with your side of the family for something i know isn't going to last? girl, shut the fuck up.

and for context, i did not know that she existed until i was like fourteen years old and her father went behind my mother's back to contact me because she wanted a sibling.

so she got so pissed that i said no. she tried to guilt trip me. she tried to get my grandmother and my mother to guilt trip me. not happening. she kept going and going and asking me and saying stuff like, 'but you're my sister,' and 'the wedding isn't even until 2023 so you have plenty of time to save.' like... okay but you don't know my situation and even if i could save why do you think i would want to save FOR YOU?

THEN on my birthday this year, i get a text from her that is just a BIG ASS BLOCK OF WORDS that essentially boiled down to me being a piece of shit for saying no to an autistic woman and that i know she's really struggled with the diagnosis and she really wanted me to reconsider because i was her sister and that's what sisters were supposed to do like... girl, I BARELY KNOW YOU. and then she had her father say similar to me. like ?!?!?! not even a fucking happy birthday in there.

but i'll be damned, she canceled the wedding two weeks ago and like.... just... things are disappearing from Instagrams and Facebooks and other places. and now she's acting like we are just the best of fucking friends. no. come back when you can tell me the full drama.

[penname-artist]

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

GODDAMN IT MAN, WHY XD

*counts flowers* 11, alright-

I just bought a Japanese floor mattress (called a shikibuton) and I've got high hopes for it. I'll definitely let you guys know what my thoughts are after sleeping with it for a few nights, I think it should be here on Tuesday or so. Fingers crossed it's worth the $190 I paid for it!

I want to put a fun aesthetic to my speeddrawing videos. I have a neat little basket with a clasp on the front and I want to pull out random shit from it every day. Also I have a weird ceramic ladle that sits over a tealight candle and I have no idea what it's for but it looks super cool and I want to use it.

I'm amazing myself right now at how many "healthy alternatives" I've been going for literally just because I can. I dropped my amount of sugar in coffee from three and a half spoons to barely one and I have no idea how I did it??? I prefer banana chips over normal chips now? I crave trail mix and applesauce??? Help??? Even my mom was like "That's really impressive, you're young, most kids your age eat junk food all day" and I'm like "I kNoW I ThINk I'm dYInG!"

Geckos inside of your house are seen as a symbol of good luck in some cultures. I must have been blessed somehow because we had to safely capture and remove a baby gecko from my ceiling like a week ago. He was so smol.

Although I'm past my "listening to it every day on repeat" phase, Conan Gray's "Memories" is still currently my #1 favorite song, which is weird because normally I don't have a favorite but now I do, so

Asked mom "give me something to write down, anything" and she goes "I [meaning me] have horses on my ceiling fan". And I do.

I've been playing the new Slime Rancher 2 for the last couple days and it is ADORABLE and the lighting is SO GOOD and I'm enjoying it. The grind is way harder BUT I am enjoying it

I really hope I can remember this but I have a "line a day" 5-year memory book and I intend to start it January 1st, 2023. I'm excited to spend five years of one-liners in it, but also I'm a little bit ahead of the game, if my seven journals worth of detailed storytelling over the past two and a half years are anything to go by

You remember that weird "Laurel vs Yanny" video? I can only ever hear Laurel, just, for the record

Tips for existing in the world with major anxiety issues: 1) bring a fidget toy just in case, 2) locate safe spaces such as bathrooms, bench seats, and quiet places to chill when you are pent up, 3) if you get low on energy while out and start going into shutdown mode, bring a little snack of a yummy food, eating may help, 4) don't try to overexert yourself if you know it's going to get worse, just don't do it, know your limits, 5) bring a notepad and a pencil or a pen and peoplewatch for fun, 6) you can also play fun word games on your notepad, like writing the letters of a word and then making more words with their letters (side note: "pretzel sticks" was so far one of my most word-packed words ever)

I'm deeply debating taking large amounts of time to write random and entirely non relative listings of obscure hobbies I have an interest in.

[nekoyuki666]

"True Way"

Anime: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x (oc)Shimizu Yuki

Genre: Supernatural powers, romance, angst, (very lame) detective

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, murder, dark

Summary: All Yuki ever wanted was to find her family. However, she knew that it was not gonna be easy. The only way she knew was through U.A. High, but she had never thought just how much more complicated things would get

Word count: 1936

A/N: This is my personal work with my original character for the main hero. I do not own the rest of the "MHA" characters

ANIME SPOILERS PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Chapter 1

"The U.A. High"

“… Y… Yuki…”

‘That voice… Who…?’

“Run!!!”

‘Why does it sound familiar?’

“THEY’LL KILL YOU!!! RUN!”

‘Why…?’

Cold sweat was mixing with heavy tears as they raced down towards the just-awoken girl’s pillow. The room was filled with the morning sun, tickling her face, the early breeze washing over her, granting her oh-so-much-needed oxygen. Choking down on her shallow breaths, she abruptly sat up, causing a headache to kick in. She felt her heart pound in her chest, as she clenched the cloak of her blanket, but a sudden knock on the door gave her little time to worry about it.

“Yuki!” A small, red-headed girl in a pink pajama barged in, immediately plopping down at the girl’s bed feet by her feet. “I heard you crying! Are you okay? Is it the nerves kicking you?”

“No…” She replied calmly, watching the red-headed girl’s fox tail wiggle and ears press down on her head. “Nothing to worry about, Ayumi, just a nightmare.”

“Oh… The same as before?” Ayumi’s voice was soft, yet full of concern. She sat up, deep green eyes looking straight ahead.

“Yeah… I… I can’t seem to remember who was it, but I feel like I know them…”

“What if it’s just a horror movie you watched before?” Orange tail proceeded to flutter from side to side.

“With my name in it? I don’t think so.”

“Oh! What if…” Suddenly a woman’s voice rang from outside the door, interrupting the theory-making train.

“Girls! If you don’t get up, you’re gonna be late for school!”

“Sorry, Mom! We’ll get ready in a second!” The fox-like girl jumped from the bed, excitedly dashing out to the bathroom. “Come on, Yuki! Today is a huge day!”

Exhaling a deep sigh, Yuki groaned quietly, rubbing her eyes. She was still half-asleep and half-shaken up. The unknown voice kept echoing in the back of her mind, making her anxious. She slowly got up from her bed, walking up to the full-height mirror by her desk. She looked the same. Short messy white hair with random blue strands that barely reached her shoulders, and bloodshot dark blue eyes with a hint of exhaustion. Somehow her light skin seemed even paler as if she had just been revived from the dead.

She headed to the bathroom to wash up and at least make herself look presentable. As Ayumi mentioned before, it was a big day for her. It was her first day at the U.A. High, №1 ranked high school for heroes in Japan. In a world, where superpowers exist, where having none would be considered weird, a Hero was the most prestigious profession. Everyone dreamed of becoming a hero, but very few people could ever reach this goal.

Shimizu Yuki was one of those few who got accepted.

And she didn’t plan on failing it.

~ ~ ~

Smoothening out her uniform, Yuki gazed at herself in the mirror for the last time before heading to get breakfast. The uniform itself was surprisingly stylish – a long-sleeve, button-up white shirt, a gray jacket with blue-green stripes, a red tie with a golden button on it, and a dark blue-green pleated skirt. Grabbing her school bag, she finally headed downstairs where she was greeted by a pleasant smell of bacon.

Her 14-year-old sister, Ayumi, was rocking excitedly on her chair. She squealed as soon as she saw Yuki entering the kitchen.

“YUKI, YOU LOOK AWESOME!” Ayumi exclaimed, earning a gentle but firm smack on the head with a wooden spoon.

“Ayumi, how many times have I told you to behave at the table?” That voice that called the girls out of Yuki’s room spoke sternly. The same fox-looking tall woman stared down at her daughter, raising an eyebrow.

“I know, mom, but I’m just so excited! Can you believe it?! Yuki is gonna be the best hero out there!” She smiled, mimicking the superhero pose.

“Yes, she will.” The woman smiled, as she took off her apron, then served two plates with bacon and scrambled eggs, a bowl of rice, a plate of green salad, and two pairs of chopsticks. “Here! Eat up, then you two better hurry.”

“Thank you for the food!” Two girls exclaimed in unison, immediately beginning to eat.

“Are you nervous?” Sitting up, the woman said gently, resting her chin on her palm.

“A little bit… But I don’t think the first day is gonna be that difficult. Better tell me, where’s dad? Is he asleep yet?” Yuki said, shoving a piece of bacon in her mouth.

“Ahh, he said something about an urgent meeting, so he left extra early. But he made me promise to pass you the good luck and a hug.” A sly smile made its way to her smooth face, showing off her canines.

“I see.”

~ ~ ~

Sliding the giant door open, Yuki stepped into the bright classroom. She was 15 minutes early, but there were quite a lot of students present already. Most of them she fairly remembered from the entrance exam.

She looked around, searching for her seat, nerves finally beginning to wreck her. Sitting up in her seat, she put her chin on her hands, observing her new classmates.

“Hello there!” One of the girls suddenly approached her, a wide smile on her face. Her skin was a light shade of pink, her eyes were black sclera and yellow irises, short fluffy, and unruly pink hair which was slightly darker than her skin. She also had two thin pale yellow horns protruding from her head. “My name is Ashido Mina! Call me Mina! What’s yours?”

“Oh!” Yuki stood up from her seat to introduce herself. Bowing slightly, she smiled back at the alien-looking girl. “I’m Shimizu Yuki, you can call me Yuki. Nice to meet you.”

“You too! What’s your quirk? I bet it’s awesome!” She clenched her fists in front of her enthusiastically, which kind of reminded Yuki of her sister.

“I uhmm…”

“Hey! You’re not allowed to put your feet on the table!” Whipping her head toward the voice that interrupted her, Yuki witnessed a typical scene of a right man and a delinquent, who then began growling at a new person with green hair appearing at the door. There was also a cute brown-haired girl with a round face behind him.

The blonde delinquent started screaming, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. The green-haired boy was panicking, nearly scared for his life. The two almost started a fight, but the fire between them was quickly put out by a homeless-looking man who all of a sudden appeared at the door lying in a yellow sleeping bag on a concrete floor.

As it turned out, the person who looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, was their curator. He looked exhausted. However, his voice, his attitude, and his gaze had that authoritative aura for an unknown reason. He introduced himself as Aizawa Shota and immediately commanded the whole class to change into their sports uniform, and then walk to the P.E. grounds by the school.

~ ~ ~

“I’m so hungry!” Mina sighed, dragging her feet out of the classroom. “Who would’ve thought that we’ll be having a quirk apprehension test on the first day!”

“Yeah… But at least, we all passed, so nothing to be scared of. Although, after today you can expect everything from U.A.” Yuki packed everything in her school bag, then flung it over her shoulder. “Doesn’t it make you a little worried?”

“Hmmm” Mina put her index finger to her chin, thinking. “Who knows? But it’s very exciting, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” Yuki smiled gently, exiting the classroom.

“Just maybe?” Black eyes gazed at Yuki in pure confusion.

“Sorry, it must have come out a little insensitive.” Shimizu smiled apologetically, stepping out of the building. “But to be honest, I don’t think I’m cut out for the hero work, so I don’t have such strong feelings as you guys…”

“Huh?! Then why did you enroll in U.A.?!”

“Uhhh…” Yuki rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. “It’s a little personal if you don’t mind.”

“But I’m curious now!” She pouted and proceeded to swing her arms up and down. “Fine! But I’ll get back to it sometime later! Where’s your station?”

“It’s that way.” Yuki said pointing to the right. “What about you?”

“Oh snap! I’m going that way…” Pink finger going the opposite way. Mina’s pout grew even more. “All right… I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye!”

“Oh, bye. Take care.” Yuki waved at the vanishing figure, then began walking towards the subway.

It was a nice evening. The yellow sky with a beautiful orange gradient set up a calming atmosphere after an eventful day, a warm breeze winding up white hair in the air. No matter what time of the day it was, people were always in a rush, not paying attention to what was happening around them.

Yuki, unlike some, enjoyed times like those – peacefully walking, almost floating, simply enjoying the atmosphere.

However, soon enough her attention was caught by a familiar red-white hair walking ahead of her in the distance. She frowned a little bit, trying to remember his name. Shoto, was it? He was walking fairly fast, but for some reason, Yuki decided to catch up to him, quickening her pace.

“Todoroki!” She appeared beside him, slightly startling the boy.

“Oh, Shimizu, right?” His surprised heterochromic eyes scanned his classmate for an answer to his non-verbal question.

“I prefer Yuki. That feels more natural.” She fixed her messy, from a little run, hair, walking now by his side. “I just saw you going in the direction of my station, and thought maybe we might as well go together.”

“Oh.” Was all he said before sealing his mouth shut.

“You did amazing on the quirk apprehension test.”

“Thanks.”

“Your quirk is awesome too.” Yuki uttered nonchalantly, making Shoto stop in his track. His facial expression suddenly changed. A hint of anger was visible on his face.

“…Thanks.”

“I’m just saying how it is. I’ve also heard that you got in through recommendation, so that means you’re also super strong.”

“What about you though?” Todoroki asked all of a sudden. His head turned to look at the girl walking beside him.

“Me? Well, I passed the entrance exam, so I guess you can say I’m pretty strong.” She said confidently, looking up at the sky. ‘I must be…’

“I see.”

The rest of the walk to the station went in a complete, yet comforting silence. Both of them were thinking of their own matters. She was thinking of the first day at the top Hero Academy, and he was thinking of why would a stranger decide to walk and have a talk with him. Even if it was unexpected, he didn’t mind too much.

“See you tomorrow, Todoroki.” Yuki waved her goodbye, stepping onto the train.

“Bye.” Again, that was all he said before going the opposite way.

The whole ride Yuki was thinking of him. Something in his eyes caught her attention. And it wasn’t the fact that his eyes were mysteriously mesmerizing, but also full of unknown emotions she couldn’t quite catch. She stood, holding the rails, as the subway car swayed from side to side.

Something in Todoroki Shoto was alluring.

Even as she stepped onto the porch of her house, she kept thinking about what was in him that got him stuck in her mind like that.

That was until Yuki opened the door, and was instantly greeted by a loud scream, as orange flashed before her eyes, tackling the future hero to the ground.

“HOW WAS TODAY???”

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[selfshippingmailbox]

Hey y’all.

It’s been a while. Just wanted to give you all an update in case anyone was worried or whatever since it’s been pretty quiet here lately!

TLDR: I’m thriving and living my best life, but I just don’t have the interest/time/energy to run this blog the way I used to. All asks currently in my inbox will be deleted, and there is no guarantee that future asks will be answered - but I will leave my inbox open. This blog isn’t going anywhere - you’re welcome to reblog anything from my archives!

If you’re reading this and you want juicy details and sordid affairs, you’ll be sorely disappointed. Consider this just, like, an open letter to anyone who cared about me and this blog personally.

I hope you’re doing well! As I said above the read more I’m doing very well - I’ve graduated college, I’m going to graduate school to do research in my special interest, and I have wonderful friends who love and support me. I’ve started medication that’s immensely improved my mental health and stability, and I’m happy with where I’m going in life. I recently got my permanent disability parking placard and a new custom mobility aid which is very exciting for me since it will reduce my pain and hopefully increase my spoons to do things I love like hiking and art!

That said, I stepped away from active use of this blog for quite some time, and while not wholly the reason I’ve stepped away, there were a few incidents that’s have…not necessarily ruined self shipping for me, not at all, but they did put a bad taste in my mouth. I just want to get it off my chest, y’know? The people involved in these incidents were either rightfully upset that I overstepped a boundary or well meaning but confused individuals - I bear them no ill will and I hope they’re as happy and fulfilled in life as they can be.

The first incident was fully my mistake - I reblogged what was meant to be a personal post intended for mutuals only to this blog under the impression that it was self ship related. Unfortunately, with how many people follow this blog and the fact that it was in my queue and posted after I had fallen asleep, it wasn’t until the next day that I realized my mistake. The OP was understandably upset - both that a personal post had so many notification and that it was being treated as self ship material. I apologized, deleted the reblog, and contacted as many blogs as I could who had reblogged the post asking them to delete their reblog, but it was still a very stressful situation that further increased my existing reluctance to interact with other self ship blogs.

The second incident was a case of mistaken identity. I originally made this blog kind of out of spite - a self ship blog with a similar url had at the time been revealed to be run by a queerphobe. I, being queer, made a blog with a similar url sort of as a ‘fuck you’ to a blog I had previously enjoyed visiting for self ship content. Unfortunately, picking a similar url resulted in at least one person mistaking me for the queerphobic self ship blog. They made a vague call out post and tagged me in it - so I was able to reach out to them and explain the situation before that post reached very far at all. They were very apologetic and while I appreciate that, it did stress me out that other people might see my url and associate my blog with the bigot who ran a blog with a similar url. I have a strong aversion to changing my blog urls/themes/etc. (the autism is strong in me) so I never had the heart to change my url in spite of this potential recurring issue.

At the time of the second incident I had just barely gotten back into actively running this blog, and it just felt like the straw that broke the camel’s back. So I stepped back for quite a while - as you can see from last year’s annual pride month reblog haha - and I have fallen out of public self shipping personally. As a result I just do not have the motivation or the investment to continue posting self ship content - and I struggled for a long time to decide that it’s just too much for me, for something I don’t know I’ll ever feel the same about again.

I want to thank you - I’m assuming, if you’re still reading, you’ve been here a while and knew me when I posted actively in the community. I figured out that I was a lesbian here - that I was transgender and didn’t have a pronoun preference - and you were nothing but supportive and welcoming. Thank you for all the good memories - the ask games, the writing prompts, the positivity and the community you shared - I will not forget the good times I had here. And I hope you have some good memories of my time here to remember me by.

It’s been wild y’all. This is Beans signing off for the last time. Don’t forget - your f/o loves you 💙

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