#ALL ny notifications were about that post

[ladyshandioftheendless]

Ever reply to a post that gets popular, and then your notifications are nothing but likes and reblogs for that post?

A bit annoying, I won't lie.

Yes, I'm glad that people agree, but it would be nice to get notifications for posts I ACTUALLY MADE.

Just a pet peeve..

[lemoncrushh]

Seven Six Five - Part Two

Summary: They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again.

Warnings: smut, body image issues, angst. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Enemies to Lovers. This was originally written and posted in 2020, right before the pandemic, so the story takes place then with flashbacks of 2013. Harry Styles x Plus Size OC, written in third person.

Part Two Word Count: 3.6k+

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26 February, 2020 - New York, NY, USA

Releasing her hands from the keyboard, Bronwyn sat back in her chair with a sigh. She’d done it. The NPR review was completed; and after being edited and submitted for approval, it was now live. It had been a daunting task to write about someone she despised. But after a long, restless night, and heaps of caffeine, she’d managed to get something produced. Despite her inner voice wanting to express exactly what she thought of him, her article on Harry Styles was at the very least an unbiased one, if not a positive one.

Satisfied with her work, and glad to finally put it to rest, Bronwyn decided to get some rest of her own. Closing her laptop, she took a trip to the loo before settling under the piles of blankets on her bed. She’d barely closed her eyes, however, when she heard the all-familiar ringtone come from her cell on the nightstand. The screen announced it was Antonella calling, and had it been anyone else, she would have turned off the ringer and told whomever it was to piss off, albeit silently. But because it was her vivacious agent, she knew it was a pertinent call.

“Congratulations, darling!” Antonella declared as soon as Bronwyn pressed the speaker. “I knew you had it in you!”

“Thanks,” Bronwyn smirked as she shifted herself on her pillow.

“I assume your conflict of interest was sorted out?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“No? Well, I’m glad you put aside whatever differences you had, at least for the time being. I’m looking at the beautiful photos you took, and the fellow is...how do you say…”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Bronwyn interrupted.

“Didn’t what?”

“Say anything about how he looks.”

“Bronwyn!” Antonella tsked before lowering her voice to a hushed tone. “You had relations with this young man, no?”

“No. Not exactly,” Bronwyn muttered.

She could hear her agent breathing as she was obviously waiting for more juicy details. But Bronwyn wasn’t at liberty nor in the mood to give any.

“Fine then, I won’t press,” Antonella promised. “It’s over and done. Just called to tell you what a fabulous job you did.”

“Better than Dennis, huh?” Bronwyn chided.

Antonella snorted. “If I didn’t adore you so much, I’d tell you to fuck off.”

Bronwyn giggled. “The feeling’s mutual, love.”

Pressing the button to disconnect the call, Bronwyn noticed a notification for a missed one. It wasn’ a number she recognised, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She was used to receiving calls about various jobs or from websites or magazines, so it was difficult to really screen her calls. The caller, however, didn’t leave a message, so she turned off her phone and situated herself into her own warm cocoon before drifting off to sleep.

The early afternoon sun shone through the flimsy curtains and awoke Bronwyn like an unwelcomed acquaintance. With a deep yawn and a stretch, she kicked off the blankets and reached for her phone, turning it back on. Before she could even check the time, the screen alerted her of two more missed calls from that same number that had rung earlier, but still had left no voicemail. Whomever they were, they were persistent but still wished to remain anonymous. Bronwyn considered just ringing them back, but first, nature called.

After a stop in the bathroom, she padded to her small kitchen with another yawn, prepared to make a pot of coffee. When she opened the cupboard, however, she was reminded that she’d used the rest of what she’d had the night before. With a groan, she settled for tea which wouldn’t quite satisfy, but would have to do. Just as she set the kettle on the stove, the phone that she’d left on her bed sounded its chime. Seeing the mystery caller’s number again, she decided to answer.

“‘Ello?”

“Bronwyn?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“Thank God,” he said, exasperated. “I’ve been trying to get you all day.”

“I’m sorry. Who is this?”

The mystery caller gave a deep chuckle, and before he could give his name, Bronwyn knew who it was.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s Harry Styles.”

“Harry.” That was it. Just his first name. No hi or hello. No good to hear from you or glad you called. Just Harry. A statement, even, not a question.

“Hi,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m...okay. Uh...how’d you get my number?”

Harry chuckled again which made Bronwyn clench her teeth.

“I have my ways.”

Bronwyn rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”

“I got it through NPR. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I guess not,” she muttered.

“I suppose I should tell you why I’m calling. I saw your article online, and I wanted to thank you.”

“Oh?” She wasn’t sure why she should’ve been surprised. It was about him. Of course he’d read it.

“Yeah, it was really well-done, and your photos were excellent.”

“Thanks,” said Bronwyn, nonchalantly as she traced the pattern on one of her blankets.

“Also, I’m…” Harry hesitated. “I’m also calling for another reason.”

“You are?”

“It was really good to see you again, and I hated that you had to leave in a rush.”

“Well, you know, those articles don’t write themselves,” Bronwyn remarked sarcastically.

Harry giggled then, making Bronwyn want to throw something. She looked around the bed, but only found a discarded empty tissue box. It made an insignificant thud as it hit the bathroom door frame.

“I’d like to thank you properly, Bronwyn,” said Harry. “I’m in New York now. I’ll be here for the rest of the week. Can we meet somewhere? For dinner or drinks?”

Nearly dropping her phone at his inquiry, Bronwyn jumped as the kettle began to whistle.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry,” Bronwyn replied in a rush as she reached for the stove. “I don’t-.”

“I know you’re probably busy, but I’d love to catch up. It’s been so long and...I’d hate to know we’re in the same city, and I can’t even say hello.”

Bronwyn gave a saucy laugh. “I thought that’s why you called.”

“I mean in person,” said Harry, still not catching on to her tone. “Doesn’t have to be dinner. Just coffee, if that suits.”

The warm kettle in her hand, Bronwyn remembered how badly she’d wanted coffee. She’d still have to get dressed to go fetch it, but at least she could go to her favourite cafe and have some company…

Wait. Am I really considering this?, she thought.

“Please?” she heard him ask.

Well, she was right about one thing. The mystery caller was persistent. That only added to the long list of other adjectives she had going for him like deceitful, fake, obnoxious and contemptuous, although admittedly that list also included charming, handsome and talented. With a sigh of surrender, she poured the hot water out into the sink.

“The Corner Cafe,” she said. “I’ll meet you there. Four o’clock okay with you?”

“It’s fine. What corner is it on?”

“Google it,” ordered Bronwyn. “That’s the name of the cafe.”

“Not a very original name.”

Managing to crack a smile, Bronwyn opened her bureau and pulled out a pair of jeans and a jumper.

“Four o’clock, Harry. See you then.”

Pressing the button to hang up before he could say anything else, Bronwyn dropped her phone on the bed next to the clothes she’d just picked out and turned for the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bronwyn?” she asked herself aloud as she stepped into the shower. “You have gone and lost your mind.”

Despite the bright, cloudless day, there was still a brisk chill in the air. Bronwyn pulled the collar of her coat up, wishing she’d brought her hat and scarf. Fortunately, the walk to the Corner Cafe was short, and she arrived well before time to meet Harry. Ordering her favourite latte, she decided on a chicken salad sandwich as well, since she hadn’t anything to eat after her long nap. Choosing a table in the corner by the window, she shrugged out of her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Biting into her sandwich, she saw a small crowd form just outside. She wondered what the commotion was about until a girl turned around with her hand over her mouth, her phone in her hand.

It was not uncommon for Bronwyn to see a celebrity or two on the street. Granted, it was not an everyday occurrence, but she’d walked by a few since living in New York. Just last week she saw Jimmy Fallon and his wife at a pizza joint she frequented. Even being somewhat in the business, she still got starstruck from time to time. What she did not do, however, was disturb a celebrity when they were having dinner or even stop them on the street to ask for a selfie. She adored her privacy, and tried to respect others’. She wondered how famous people handled it all. She reckoned she’d go mad.

Within minutes, by the time she’d just about finished the first half of her sandwich, the crowd dispersed and a tall figure in a black hoodie turned and made his way to the cafe door. When the bell jingled, Bronwyn looked up from her latte to see him pause and scan the room. Their eyes connecting, he smiled with a small wave of his hand before walking up to the counter to place his order. Bronwyn took in his appearance - a black hoodie, black sweats and black trainers. She wondered how on earth anyone had recognised him at all. Perhaps it was the large pink tote bag he was carrying on his shoulder. She snorted to herself, taking another bite from her sandwich. Grateful the cafe was somewhat empty except for a couple of people hastily typing away on their laptops, she waited as Harry received his beverage and strolled towards her.

“I promise I tried my best to be on time,” he declared, his free hand on his chest.

“You are,” remarked Bronwyn. “I was early.”

“Ah!” Harry nodded, placing his cup on the table across from her.

She caught the look on his face as he paused again, clearly waiting for her to rise for a hug or kiss on the cheek. When she didn’t, he bit his lip, removed the bag from his shoulder and sat down.

“You look lovely,” he said.

For a second, Bronwyn was about to look down at her rose coloured jumper when she remembered his comment was probably automatic, and not necessarily sincere. Still, she wasn’t one to ignore or dismiss a compliment.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“Sorry I look like a right slob. I was hoping to look inconspicuous.”

Bronwyn couldn’t help but smirk. “Didn’t work out for you, no?”

“Oh, you noticed?”

Bronwyn shrugged. “I might’ve caught something through the window.”

Harry’s shoulders shook as she chuckled low. “Could’ve been worse. At least it was just a few.”

“I couldn’t stand it,” Bronwyn shook her head as she wiped her hands on the napkin. “I dunno how you do it.”

“You get used to it.”

“I doubt it. I value my privacy too much.”

Harry was quiet as Bronwyn pushed aside her nearly empty plate and took a sip from her latte. She eyed his ringed fingers as they picked up his own drink and brought it to his lips.

“So, how’ve you been?” he finally asked, setting down his cup.

“You asked me that already.”

“When?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yesterday. Unless you meant, how’ve I been since then.”

Harry smirked and shook his head. “No, I guess not. I reckon I’m just interested in what you’ve been doing since...I saw you last.”

“Are you really?” Bronwyn asked flatly.

“Of course. You live here in New York now,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“And you still take photos.”

“Yeah.”

“And you do freelance work.”

“Yep.”

“What else?”

Bronwyn pursed her lips and shrugged. “That’s...pretty much it.”

“Oh, c’mon, there must be something else,” argued Harry as he leant forward. “Tell me more about you.”

Trying not to roll her eyes at him, Bronwyn sighed.

“I…” she began, holding her arms out at her sides, “still look the same.”

“Yeah, you do,” Harry grinned widely. “That’s why I recognised you so quickly. Your hair might be a wee bit shorter, maybe a little darker…”

“Hmm…” Bronwyn pondered.

“No cute, short dress or boots though,” Harry added, taking a peek under the table.

A laugh left Bronwyn’s throat before she could stop it, and one from Harry soon followed. She felt the blush in her cheeks and quickly cleared her throat.

“You still into the vintage stuff?” Harry asked.

“Of course. I just don’t regularly parade around in it at four o’clock on a Wednesday. In February.”

Harry giggled again, his eyes squinting.

Please stop doing that, Bronwyn thought. This is hard enough for me without you being so...ugh.

She didn’t want to admit that she still found him so incredibly attractive. Years may have separated their last encounter, but it wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen his face since that night. Despite her persistence in trying to avoid having anything to do with One Direction, they had been a massively popular band. When she’d heard of their split, followed by the buzz of Harry’s rising solo career, she’d continued to keep her distance as much as possible. Sat across from him now in a quiet cafe, his green eyes trying their best to read hers, the memories of seven years ago came flooding back.

“That reminds me,” announced Harry, interrupting her thoughts. “I brought you something.”

Raising her brows in question, Bronwyn watched Harry pick up the tote bag by his feet and hand it to her.

“I remember how you prefer vinyl, so I thought you might like that,” he added.

Taking the bag from him, Bronwyn hesitantly opened it and pulled out an album, Harry’s pointing pose adorning the front cover.

“This is your album,” she frowned.

“You don’t have a copy already, do you?”

“No. I actually listened to it on Spotify.”

“Oh. Good, then,” Harry grinned.

“Thanks,” Bronwyn commented dryly. “Do you...um...want the tote bag back?”

“No, no. I brought that for you to carry it in. So you won’t be walking home with my face under your arm,” he laughed.

“How thoughtful.”

She could feel his eyes on her as she hung the tote on the back of her chair. Looking back at him, she caught the deep frown on his face before he lifted his coffee cup to his mouth. No doubt she had hurt his feelings, or at least bruised his ego a bit. But she didn’t care. She found it utterly conceited of him to assume she’d want a copy of his record. But then...of course he did. That’s why he was there with her. It was all about the article she’d written about him. His music. His album. How stupid she was to even consider anything else.

“Well um...I’m glad you liked my article,” she said, trying to soften the blow a bit, and also hopefully end their meeting soon.

“I did,” Harry nodded, lowering his cup. “But that’s not really why I called you. I said that, right?”

“Why did you?”

A smile twitching at his lips, Harry leant forward again. “You think I call everyone who writes something about me?”

Oh fuck off, are you joking?

“You mean, you don’t?” Bronwyn asked, playing his game.

Harry laughed, resting his chin in his hand. “Bronwyn, love. What happened that night?”

“What night?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed. “What’dya mean, what night? The night. The film premiere. You and I.”

“It’s you and me,” Bronwyn corrected. “Why do people always get that wrong?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I had to leave,” she answered softly.

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Something came up.”

“What something?”

Her eyes involuntarily began to water, and she looked around the room. “Can we not talk about this now? It was a long time ago.”

Harry stared at her for what felt like minutes as she finished the last sips of her coffee. Finally resolving to the fact that she wasn’t going to give him a legitimate answer, he sat back with a sigh.

“Alright then.”

“Right,” Bronwyn agreed. “So, if we’re done, I do need to get home. I have some work to do.”

Harry didn’t bother to hide the disappointed look on his face this time. He rose from his chair as Bronwyn stood and grabbed the tote bag and her coat. He startled her when he took her coat from her and held it out for her to slip her arms inside.

“Thank you,” she barely whispered, looking at the ground. “And thanks for the...um...vinyl.”

“You’re welcome. I’d hoped to buy you coffee and perhaps something to eat, but you’d beat me to it.”

“Sorry,” she managed a shy grin. “I was hungry. I’d slept all day, what with being up all night writing. That’s why I came early. I wasn’t expecting you to...I mean, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“Ah, I see,” Harry grinned back. “Well...I hate to say goodbye, Bronwyn. But it really was good to see you. I hope it’s not another...seven years until we meet again.”

Giving a tight smile, Bronwyn nodded. “Well, goodbye, Harry. Take care.”

This time she allowed him a short embrace as he kissed her cheek. Then he held the door open as she slipped outside into the cold air. Harry said another goodbye before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Bronwyn strode swifty down the sidewalk until coming to a stop, turning only to watch him pull his hood over his head and cross the street before wiping her wet eyes and walking the rest of the way home.

20 August, 2013 - London, England, UK

Nah, nah nah, nah nah nah nah!

Bronwyn giggled as she swayed against Harry’s body as he stood behind her, his arms wound around her while her own waved high in the air. The entire room had decided to join in a chorus of the Beatles’ “Hey Jude”, and in their overt intoxicated state, she and Harry were happy to include themselves in the mix.

Bronwyn felt like she was on cloud nine. She’d been having the best time with Harry all evening. Not only was he cute and charming, as well as a bit cheeky, but he was also a gentleman, continuously asking if she was okay, if she needed anything. After several drinks and a raiding of the buffet, she was surprised that he had stuck around, never leaving her side except to go to the toilet. They chatted with several people throughout the night, including a couple of his bandmates, but mostly they just enjoyed each other’s company and getting to know each other.

By the time the song was over, Harry had his face in the crook of her neck. His breath gave her goosebumps, but she hoped to God he wouldn’t release her just yet.

“Come with me,” he requested, his voice low in her ear.

“Where?” she asked, her hands on his arms that were still around her.

“Somewhere...away from here.”

Unsure if he was being literal or figurative, Bronwyn grabbed his hand, loosening his grip. Turning to face him, she smiled up at his heavily hooded eyes.

“C’mon,” she beckoned, pulling in towards the door.

They made it out into the hallway, a set of lifts in front of them, two more hallways on either side.

“Which way, darling?” she asked him. “Take your pick.”

Tugging her arm, Harry chose the hallway on the left, guiding her to where exactly, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. She was just so happy to be with him, she would have followed him anywhere.

When they reached a closed door on the right, Harry stopped and tried the knob. Locked. Then he tried another. Locked as well.

“Bugger,” he scowled.

Bronwyn giggled, finding his pout fetching.

“I reckon they don’t want any hanky panky going on here,” she commented.

Harry glared at her, feigning shock. “Who said anything about hanky panky?”

“Oh please!” she ribbed, playfully poking him in the side.

“Heyyyy,” he laughed before pulling her closer.

Bronwyn stared at him as he beamed at her, flipping her insides so much it felt like a gymnastics team doing somersaults.

“Let’s see what’s down this way,” he urged, pulling her with him once again.

At the end of the hall was a small alcove. It wasn’t much, but no one was in view, and it was probably the best privacy they were going to get. Guiding her inside, Harry pressed her against the wall, his hands on her hips.

“I do kinda fancy you,” he confessed, his eyes dancing while his lips were so close to hers they almost touched.

“I kinda figured that out,” Bronwyn nodded with a smirk.

Another glorious smile spread across Harry’s face as Bronwyn slid her hands up his arms. He continued to stare at her, like he was examining every feature of her face, piece by piece. She liked the way he looked at her, but the fire that had already ignited down below was now aflame.

“Only one thing I can’t figure out though, and it’s been driving me mad, Harry,” she added.

His eyebrows lifted in question as his perfect lips fell into a look of perplexity.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Why it’s taking you so bloody long to kiss me.”

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[gaykey]

This debate about the nct-ification of shinee is interesting to me because I felt very strongly when I first saw don’t call me that I didn’t like the vibes at all because it felt like it was trying to emulate the bs style of kpop, with more of the type of attitude associated with western black hip hop artists. And I have mixed feelings about the kpop artists that mainly perform with that style because of the way the lack of cultural context makes the appropriation so inappropriate. Like, it’s silly and cringe! And it felt to me like sm was having shinee do music more in that style because bts is known for it and very successful. But Don’t Call Me wasn’t that that bad about it, their outfits and the stage performance and the song weren’t particularly cringe in that way, so ultimately I ended up enjoying that comeback plenty. And now with this next album it seems like a similar debate to the one I had in my own mind back then. I don’t have any really seriously held opinions on Hard yet, but I do dislike ncts general vibes, as it has always felt very bland and lacking in personality. I’ve tried to get into them before, especially after key collabed with Jeno because I loved his vocal style, and I just didn’t find any of the groups material very compelling or interesting. Anyways, saw you were talking about this and thought I’d give my thoughts. Sorry for the long ask haha. Love your blog as always~

Also ps my kpop sideblog is gay4shinee which is why you don’t see me reblogging your posts on this account, in case you care to know XD

I pretty much agree with everything the anon who said they are an ancient fan said

hello! and yep, i've seen you in ny notifs and assumed this was your side 😚

you make some really good points, and yeah, are very much if a similar mindset of a lot of people who are on the fence about it.

i have nothing to add really that wouldn't just be reiterating your whole message.

i've been kinda negative about the nctification of shinee, but, i actually quite enjoy a few of 127 in particulars songs.

it's very weird how your bias group, and the expectations you have if them can affect your perspective.

and no need to say sorry! i'm enjoying the debate.

[clairehadenough]

Had Midwest not posted that Vermont listing ……no one would even known it was being sold or be talking about anything pertaining to him selling his houses and now people are taking stuff here and adding or turning it into a complete different thing. 😆 //

What crap. I know fans who check Chris’s houses each day to see if they are for sale. Also I know someone who got a notification when the VT house went up for sale as you can do that.

People have been talking for months even the last couple of yrs about how Chris should sell his houses. LSA was the leading on this one. The LA house was expected to be the 1st to go as he hardly uses it but that change obviously. Now he has 2 houses in MA chances are he may sell one of them as well.

Him selling the VT house makes sense - he probably hardly uses it, it’s been exposed by the fandom and backs onto a public ski field. I had heard people had been found on the property but grain of salt. Why risk your family & Dodger with a house that’s very public now the fandom know about it. At least his other houses are in a more private setting.

These peeps are actual that naive to think no one is checking. It was LSA that found the house in the 1st place and that was 18months after it was brought.

Mid:

If I had real power none of this would be going on. I just know the right people.//

Yep know the right people but didnt know about the NY pap walk, didn’t know about the GG parties sorry they were photoshopped and old, didn’t know about the dinner date sorry that was from Dec, didn’t know Chris was in LA (Dodger & AB were there so Chris must have been), did they know about the ASP event, did they know about the comic con and here’s the big one didn’t know about the new movie (but he is not wanted while he’s still attached to her right) but does know she wasn’t on the set of Red 1 (not sure why she would be to be honest)

But knows about some houses (does she know about all his investment properties & other I think not)

If you have someone close enough to know about him selling a house (because I’m sure he told everyone on both coasts) you would know all the other things as well. Hmm did one of them also say they have a relative who works in real estate🤔Disney stalking anyone

I’m sure they will have an answer.

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[finelinevogue]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CUwC9tvrxhD/?utm_medium=copy_link

okay so i saw this post on instagram and i immediately thought of a HSLOT concept🥺 imagine y/n sees this on insta and maybe tags harry or dm this to him.. but like shares this with him and says something like “me right now” as H is on tour and she misses him. Its up to you if you want to do a blurb or one shot but ut would be too cute🥺👉👈plzzz

no because this is THE cutest but saddest thing i’ve ever seen :(( so yeah, let’s do it!!

It’s been too many days without Harry now.

Love on Tour started a while ago now and you couldn’t be more proud of him and all his achievements. He was the beginning of a new musical era - post covid - and he was doing brilliantly. The crowds were better than ever and his costumes were second to none. He looked incredibly happy up on stage and for that you could never wish he was anywhere else, doing anything else.

You counted the days off at first, for when he’d be back in your arms, but then you got too upset seeing how many tour dates were still left and quickly stopped.

Unfortunately for you, you were stuck in the UK outside you’d be by Harry’s side for all of the tour. For some stupid reason, the UK allowed citizens in from the US but the US didn’t allow citizens in from the UK. So, Harry could come and see you but you couldn’t go and see Harry. Harry had promised he’d come and see you when he got a break, but it’s been near impossible recently. You hadn’t seen him in months now and you wondered whether when you see each other again things would even still be the same?

It was the Florida shows next and Harry had texted you saying that he got an extra day of relaxation between NY and Florida, so he’d be making the most of it. Tour was so brutally busy and fast-paced that he deserved a second breather every once in a while. You appreciated Jeff not overworking him.

Your day had been really slow, and sad.

You’d started off in bed, feeling very down. You missed Harry so damn much. You woke up to find yourself on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow that you dressed in one of his hoodies so 1) it pretended to look like Harry and 2) it smelt like him - home. You stayed spooning the pillow until late morning, before going on your phone to check your notifications - something Harry discourages you against. He hates morning phone time - apparently it ruins the brain.

Two texts from Harry let you know that he wishes you good morning and that he loves you so very much. You texted back that you loved him too, so very much, and went about your day to start getting ready. Not before you saw a quick thread on instagram of someone missing their beloved second-half, something you really understood. You liked it, scrolling through the thread, and sent it to Harry via direct message saying ‘me right now’.

You hated brushing your teeth without him stood next to you. You hated having to wake up in the morning without his beautiful eyes staring down at you. You hated making breakfast all by yourself and then sit at the table alone. You hated getting an outfit together without him, much rather having him choose an outfit out for you instead. You just hated doing simple tasks - simple life - without Harry.

It was later in the afternoon that you found yourself watching youtube videos of Harry interviews and you knew that your heart was finding the distance incredibly hard. You loved him so much and that’s exactly why it hurt so bad not having him near you. With your tissues splayed out in front of you, you dabbed your eyes with a clean one as more tears fell over the sight of your lover in past interviews. Your favourite interview he’d ever done was the one with Zane Lowe, so you were currently half way through it. Watching more and more of it, you missed him more and more.

You wanted to hug him. Smell and breathe him in. You wanted to shower him in endless love and never let go ever again. You just wanted your Harry in your arms for even a second, to remind you that he was real and he was your home.

But instead, you just cried as you watched the man you love through a TV screen rather than in real life.

When you went to bed that night you finally caved in and watched the NY shows content. You wanted to see him perform and love his job, so you could assure yourself that this distance was worth it. It was selfish to admit, but sometimes you wished he would just cancel tour and spend his endless days with you instead. So at 3 AM you found yourself tucked in bed, with a hot cuppa tea and watching Harry perform through videos on instagram and twitter.

You retweeted and liked a few of the fans tweets, especially the funny ones. You even tweeted about how much you loved Harry’s outfits for MSG and how all of his fans looked just as handsome and gorgeous. On instagram you liked a couple of fans posts and even added one to your story which was a video of Harry singing ‘Fine Line’, because when he sung ‘we’ll be alright’ he held his hand over his heart and then kissed the ring that you gifted him and that was enough to let you know that he continued to love you. It made you realise you both would be alright, because you have each other.

As you went to go onto Pinterest to add to the boards you loved so much, a face-time call from Harry appeared on the screen. The little photo of him smiling like an idiot appeared and so did his name, making you end up being the smiling idiot. After putting down your cuppa tea, you answered.

“Hello handsome.” You said, smiling as you saw Harry appear on your full screen. Even if he was only through a phone he made your heart feel warm and safe.

He looked like he was currently on the tour bus, in his bunk, with his hoodie pulled up over his head and sleepy eyes. He smiled when he saw you, like you made him feel more awake.

“Hi beautiful.” He replied, with a croaky voice.

“Y’okay? Y’sound a bit off.” You wondered, hoping he wasn’t too sick. You hated when he was ill and weren’t around him, not because you wanted to baby him but because you knew he hated anyone else babying him that wasn’t you. He never took care of himself when he was ill, because he much rather you did it for him instead.

“I’m okay. Just had a nap, that’s all.” He let out a cough in between his words and you could tell that was all it needed to make him sound a bit better.

“Isn’t it like 9 pm?” You giggled, wondering why he was having a nap at this time of night.

“Well I were just about to ask y’the same thing, missus. It’s 2 am where y’are. Why aren’t y’asleep?” He asked, an undertone of concern in his voice.

“Jus’ can’t.” You shook your head and sighed.

You didn’t want to tell Harry how low you’ve been feeling recently, because you assumed he would think you childish. You wanted to show him you could be strong and independent, but it was proving with each passing day that maybe Harry was more of a monument in your life than you originally thought. You didn’t have to tell Harry though, because he already knew. He already knew, because he felt exactly the same way.

“I miss y’too. So much lovie.” Harry spoke, making your eyes water slightly at the sound of him telling you something so simple and yet so heavy on the heart.

“How d’you do it?” You asked, wiping a sleeve across your eyes to stop the tears before they fell. “Cope, I mean.”

“I don’t.” Harry chuckled, laughing at how you thought it could be easy without you. “I just pretend I do. Inside I just wanna get on the next flight back home and not stop until y’re in my arms.”

“God, stop! Y’re making me weepy!” You laughed through the tears, having to reach for a tissue on your nightstand to dry them all up.

“Oi, don’t cry. Y’know I hate it when y’cry and i’m not there.” Harry told you off, kissing the camera a few times as if that was going to help. It did, actually.

“Jus’ miss y’so much H.” You sniffled, trying your best to keep your sobs in. You didn’t want to break down in front of him, because it wasn’t fair on either of you but especially Harry.

Harry moved and shuffled around until he was laying on his side and his head was laid on his pillow, his phone held in front of him so you could see his face nice and clearly. He looked gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. You watched his every move as he shuffled around, not wanting to miss a single moment of him whilst you had him.

“Alright, now you.” He spoke softly, smiling when your face scrunched up in confusion.

“Me what?”

“Copy my position. Like this.” He moved his phone to show you how he was laid out the best his could, before allowing you a minute to shuffled yourself and lay yourself down the same way.

“Why are we doing this?” You whispered out the question, finding this moment quite funny from the lack of understanding it.

“‘Cause now it’s like we’re laying next to each other in bed.” He answered, smiling softly as he watched your face melt like butter over his words. He was moving your heart from thousands of miles away. God, you loved him.

“Y’such a dork.” You laughed, watching as Harry’s face crinkled as he smiled too. His little dimple shone brightly and you wished more than anything to prod it in that moment. It was cute safe place.

“So i’m told. Now tell me about your day.” He asked, shuffling as he got comfortable.

“Well I cried over you—”

“So the usual.”

“Shut up!” You laughed, which made Harry laugh. It was moments like these that made the bad days worth it - made them bearable. “I was watching clips from your New York shoes too.”

“And?” He dragged the word out, wanting to know your opinion so desperately since you were his most important and treasured critic.

“Best outfits yet.” Your mind went to the black suit with the fluffy arms - my god could you have had sweet dreams about him in that.

“Wow!” Harry raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened in shock. You laughed at his stupid reaction to your words.

“The shows were pretty special too.”

“Yeah. The energy was insane. Floor shook like crazy.” Harry replied, recalling the nights in his mind.

“Anything planned f’tomorrow?” You asked, wanting to know the best time to call or text him without disturbing him - although he’d say that you’d never inconvenience him or anything you believed otherwise.

“Some shopping maybe? Gotta meeting in the afternoon I think.”

“What’s that for?” You asked, intrigued.

“Probably summat for the new album.” Harry rolled his eyes, obviously not having got a clue what he was turning up for tomorrow. It could be about a new movie and he’d have no clue, because he did audition for the live-action movie based on the book ‘Song of Achilles’.

“Ooh! Any new songs y’wanna play me?”

“I haven’t written anything yet, love!” He laughed, coughing as he cleared his throat.

“Why?”

“‘Cause m’inspiration is half-way round the world from me.” He spoke quietly, looking directly at you as he spoke. You could tell right then that he was really finding it difficult to be apart from you. You had to be there to support each other. You would be.

“You’ll make m’cry.” You warned him, wanting him to cut out on the nicey-nice talk when he wasn’t near to you. It only made you want him more.

“Well that just won’t do.” He spoke at the same time you let out a big yawn. “M’little lion is tired. Go to bed, lovie.” He teased you and then spoke with sincerity, wanting to make sure you didn’t exhaust yourself just because you wanted to talk to him.

“Don’t want y’to leave me.” You pouted, rubbing your eyes as you watched him discreetly take a screenshot on his phone - no doubt just to have a recent photo of you.

“I won’t. I’ll stay right here until y’go to sleep.” He promised.

You moved to prop your phone on the bedside table and Harry did the same thing, making sure your brightness wasn’t going to disturb you before moving back onto bed and getting comfortable. You brought the hoodie-dressed pillow in front of you as you spooned it, watching as Harry laughed at you for being so silly.

“I’m wearing y’hoodie to be fair.” Harry showed you the hoodie that you wore the most, but had given to Harry so he could have a piece of you whilst he was away on tour. It made you feel better for spooning a pillow dressed in a hoodie.

“I love you, Harry.” You spoke, instead of telling him goodnight.

“I love you, Y/N. We’ll be alright.” Harry spoke softly and that’s all you thought about as you peacefully drifted off into the land of sleep.

[yonduismarrypoppins]

‘Dark haired bitch and she look like Shego’

Summary: You are one of the most liked singers in the U.S, not only are you known for your songs and incredible song writing but also for your nerdy-ness. You also love to cosplay.

Photos aren’t mine, credit to og owners

A/n: I’ve been writing and re-writing the request I got for ‘His Primary Motivation’ au and so far I’m hating it so for now I give you something I’ve been living out and developing in my head on “paper”. Hope y’all like it!

A/n: This is a psa that you can send me requests that aren’t related to HPM! If you message me tell me if you want to be anonymous or not.

A/n: Kill me now 😭, I hate my summaries

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I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

You were always a nerd, for the entirety of the time you were growing up to your newfound fame. Your favorites growing up were Soul Eater, Death Note, Phineas and Ferb and Kim Possible. Every once in a while you posted pictures of your cosplays or went on live in one. Your fans loved it, you were your most carefree in cosplay and your laughs were infectious.

You recently started to hyperfixate on Kim Possible, more accurately Shego. You already had most everything you needed for the cosplay, a long black wig, makeup, silver press-on nails and a small grey nail file. You ordered the suit and when it finally got to your apartment you were ecstatic, when you tried it on you realized that it fit slightly tighter than expected making you slightly more nervous than usual but you pushed it off and finished getting ready, adding the wig, makeup and accessories you were all done.

Clicking the Instagram live button the immediate inflow of people made your heart race but after two minutes you got used to it, as you always do.

“Hey guys!”

- y/nclosettour: mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy 😩😩

- slapmey/n: ZOO WE MAMA

- michelfaro: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

- brittanybroski: step on me

“Thank you guys, and no Brittany I won’t step on you.”

- brittanybroski: damn

You spent most of the time on live talking to your fans, reading comments and filming videos for tiktok. You glanced at the chat and saw more than a few people seemingly encouraging someone else to shoot their shot with you, Jack, you caught after a few more comments. You hoped slightly it was Jack Harlow, you wouldn’t be surprised considering you haven’t been silent over your admiration for his music.

“Nah, what are y’all up too now?”

- nosyy/nnosy: nada

- thinkingofy/n: nunca

“Ok, I don’t believe y’all but ok.”

After around 15 minutes you noticed a comment from Jack Harlow, a rapper you had been listening to frequently after you heard ‘Industry Baby’ for the thousandth time and learned his name.

- jackharlow: hey mamas

- jackharlow: you look fine asf

- jackharlow: ima have to write something about you 😉

“I’m flattered, thank you.”

- simpoftheworld: she likes him

- mayamoriarty: how tf do you know that?

- mayamoriarty: this is the only time they’ve ever interacted

- simpoftheworld: that we know of 😏

- mayamoriarty: 🙄🙄🙄🙄

You ended the live shortly after you noticed that it was well past one in the morning where you were, saying a sassy goodbye that you believed fit the character you ended the live and immediately removed the wig and scratched your scalp. You took of the nails and the makeup next and the costume last, finding it comfortable. After showering and getting ready and dressed for bed you flopped onto your bed and checked your phone one last time before bed. You noticed an Instagram notification from none other than the man of the hour….

jackharlow

Hey mamas

I was wondering

What’s your favorite album or songs of mine?

y/ny/l/noficial

My ultimate favorite album is probably Loose, my favorite songs are Dark Night, Got Me Thinking and Killer

jackharlow

Damn mamas

You done your research

y/my/l/noficial

I always do 😉

jackharlow

Hey

Imma be on your side of town for a few days

You wanna see if we got this same chemistry in person?

y/my/l/noficial

I’d love to make plans

Goodnight Jackman

jackharlow

Goodnight ma

a/n: if you got the Cheetah Girls AND Hamilton reference we need to be best friends yesterday

A/n: I’ll link the headers on the info page!

[tired0artist]

| Screaming at the same sky |

Bucky x Reader | tinder date

The person responsible for this idea —> @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar

Maybe some spoilers for FATWS!!

She sat at on her bed, listening to music while scrolling through tinder. Her eyes hurt, from how many times she rolled them at the ridiculous pictures people were posting.

Like. Was that a butt or a very close image of your god awful biceps?

Guess, no one will ever know.

After a hundred picture of man with a dead fish, she swore that she was done. Until she stopped aggressively swiping left, as finally after centuries wasted on this god forsaken app, her eyes met with a normal looking picture.

She let out a small laugh, seeing the man’s awkward smile as he sat on a stool in some restaurant. The picture obviously wasn’t a selfie, but rather taken by someone else.

After biting her lip, to stop herself from smiling at the adorable man she scrolled down a bit to see his info.

James, 106

She snorted loudly, it seemed that James had a sense of humour.

Veteran

Brooklyn, NY

my therapist thinks this could be good for me.

The veteran part made her slightly worried, but after looking at his goofy attempt at a smile, she shrugged with a chuckle and swiped right.

What shocked her was the notification about them matching.

She stared at it for a long moment, seeing their pictures side by side with a giant and happy sign.

“MATCH FOUND!”

Bitting her lip once again she went into their chat and after a moment of thought she smirked writing.

Me: “so... I guess you got a senior citizen discount. wanna share it with a poor student in need? lmao 😂”

Right after she sent it, her face went red from embarrassment. She hit her head on the wall, because really. Finally she found a guy who doesn’t have a fish or muscles in every photo and she needs to fuck it up with a stupid joke?

Just as she was about to have a mental breakdown, she got a response.

J: “sorry, no. also, what’s L M A O ?”

Immediately she started laughing, at the message and the way he carefully put space between the letters as if writing a code.

Me: “lmao means (laughing my ass off)”

J: “oh. sorry, I’m not good at all the short versions people use nowadays”

Raising her brow she wrote.

Me: “nowadays??? damn, you really sound old. but it’s alright, not everyone needs to be a social media fan 😇”

J: “yeah, I’m more of a in person type of guy when it comes to interacting”

Me: “that’s okay, I’m the same to be honest. especially after spending hours trying to figure out if I’m looking at someone’s butt or I don’t know what, like seriously what do people think when the post pictures like these??”

J: “I was thinking the same thing. most of the time I don’t know what I’m looking at. so your picture was really refreshing for my brain”

She blushed with a giggle, writing back.

The two ended up messing each other until late evening, her cheeks were hurting from how much she was laughing and smiling. She didn’t notice how late it was until, her phone was almost dying and she glanced at the time.

Me: “oh shit! it’s so late! I didn’t even notice 😅 my phone is literally dying 💀”

J: “oh... I didn’t notice either. sorry for keeping you up”

Me: “it’s fine, you’re just so fun to talk to I guess. but still I have few assignments to do, before going to bed 😬”

J: “anything fun? 🤔”

Me: “look at you go with the emojis!!! you go old man 🥳!! but to answer your question. it’s an assignment, nothing about that word says “FUN” 😪😪”

J: “again with the old man? you know what, I’m gonna own it at this point 😎. and I guess you’re right, it’s not fun at all. but what’s fun these days, anyway”

Me: “ohooo I’m feeling a “back in my day” line coming 🧐😂. and hey, dancing is cool, netfilx and chill is my life motto at this point, also pizza. pizza is the meaning for my life 🙏🍕❤️”

J: “let me tell you that “back in my day” things were more fun. and people dance these days? more like jump around 🙄”

Me: “oh you wanna go? I’ll show you dancing mister 💃! I’m a dancing queen 👑”

J: “don’t believe it, until I see it doll”

She blushed and grinned at his old school nickname. It was so cute, it made her chest flutter with emotion.

Me: “then I guess I’ll have to make you a believer 😌✨”

J: “looking forward to it, doll 😉”

For weeks they were messaging each other back and forth, sometimes until morning. But now they were doing it all over the phone as James, admitted that he had tinder on his iPad and didn’t want to carry it around with him everywhere.

Neither of them got the guts to ask each other out yet, or ever call each other. Until four am on a monday.

She was sleeping peacefully, when her phone suddenly went off ringing. It made her jump up and gasp as she grabbed the phone still half asleep and answer it.

“H-Hello???” she asked, rubbing her aching chest.

There was a bit of silence, when she heard a male voice ask tiredly “Em.. hi, Y/N?”

Still asleep she frowned asking “W-Who is it?”

“It’s James...” the man unsurely said, as if embarrassed.

The girl immediately was awake as she blushed at his lovely low voice. It definitely suited him “Oh!! H-Hi James! What’s up?”

He was silent, making her think that he hung up on her. But as she pulled the phone away for a moment she saw the call still going.

“James, are you okay? Is something wrong?” she asked gently, worried for a man that she talked to every day.

“I... I em... sorry it was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have called, you have classes tomorrow. Sorry, good night”

“NO! No, wait James!” she yelled into the phone, she didn’t hear him hang up so she continued “Don’t hang up James, I know that you wouldn’t call without a reason. We’ve known each other for almost two months now, you can talk to me. I’ll listen, I swear”

He sighed heavily, as he said “I just... just... didn’t wanna be alone. I-I had a... em... rough night”

She softened at that and looked out her window, to see the sun rising.

“You got a window, wherever you are right now?” she asked him.

“Yeah?”

With a grin she stood up and opened hers, saying to him “Go and open it”

She heard him move and after a while, the window opened with a squeak.

“Done, what now?” he asked, in confusion.

She laughed “Now, you listen”

As she said it, she stuck her head outside and screamed on top of her lungs “WOOOO HOOOOOOOO!”

The sound echoed through the air, as she grinned and put her phone back to her ear.

“Did you hear that?”

He laughed “Yeah, just like the rest of Brooklyn”

She grinned “Now’s your turn pretty boy. Let me hear you”

His laughter was like a drug to her, as she heard him put his phone down and mumble “Oh to hell with it”

Pulling the phone away from her ear she waited and sure enough, she heard a male voice yell out.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She laughed so hard as she put the phone back to her ear “We’re fucking crazy”

James was also laughing “Hey, it was your idea doll”

Just as she was about to answer him, a window of the apartment next to hers opened. She froze momentarily, before shutting the window and jumping back in her bed as her elderly neighbour yelled.

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”

Apparently James heard it over the phone, because he started laughing like a mad man.

“I am so, so dead!! She’s gonna kill me!” she whisper yelled, with wide eyes.

He stopped laughing, but the smile was evident in his voice as he said “Don’t worry, doll. I’m gonna protect you”

“Thanks, but there’s no protection from Mrs. Garcia! She’ll turn my body into a pizza topping” she said with a groan.

James chuckled “I’m sure we both could take her, when the time comes. I’ll be your human shield”

She grinned “Thank you, so you might as well walk me home from my classes. I’m sure she’ll be waiting for my return”

“Sure, what time?” he asked.

“Oh, you don’t need to!” she said with a blush.

“But I would want to finally meet you, unless you don’t—“

She didn’t let him finish as she said “No! No, I would love to finally meet you I swear. Is-Is three pm okay for you? I’ll be waiting by my university”

“I guess, I’ll see you then. And thank you doll... you’re crazy but it definitely made me feel better. More normal” he admitted softly.

It made her smile as she said “I’m glad. Remember that as long as you have this number you can call me anytime”

“So we can scream out of the window at four in the morning?” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, if I survive Mrs. Gracia’s wrath”

“You will” he said with a smile.

“And James?” she said before he hung up.

“Yeah?”

She smiled and said softly “Just... remember that, as long as we’re screaming at the same sky, you’re not alone okay? I’m right there with you”

He was silent, probably taken back as finally he said softly “I’ll remember. Thank you, doll”

Hours later, she was tiredly walking out of her university building. She didn’t pay attention to the surroundings, as she just wanted to go and get a bus back to her place.

As she walked out on the sidewalk, she heard someone call out her name. She stopped in confusion just to blush red and see James walking over to her.

He looked even more handsome than on his picture. His physique broad and tall, his eyes bright yet cold in colour, his brown hair short making his stubbled jaw stand out perfectly.

James was just... perfect as a whole.

Especially with the bouquet of flowers in his gloved hand.

He walked over with a smile, cheeks red as he said “Hi”

She went ever redder as she remembered why he was here.

“Oh God, hi! I am so sorry! I forgot that we were supposed to meet! I’m just so tired, I am so so sorry! Oh god, I’m so embarrassing...”

James grinned at her, saying “Well, first of all. It’s James and not God, I thought that you knew that already. Second of all, nothing happened. I should be apologising for waking you up this morning”

With a blush she laughed, saying “Don’t, I quite enjoyed screaming at the sky with you”

He smiled boyishly “Me too, doll. It was nice doing it with someone, instead alone” then he looked down at the flowers in his left hand and outstretched it saying “Em... for you”

She smiled at him and accepted the flowers, briefly coming in contact with his really hard gloved hand. But she paid it no mind as she looked up into his steel eyes and thanked him.

James rewarded her with another charming smile and offered arm, as he suggested they get moving.

After that day, it became a norm for James to appear in front of her university and walk her home or take her out to eat. Their texting didn’t stop but was a bit overshadowed by their meetings and phone calls.

It was five months into their unspoken relationship, when the cat fell out of the bag.

She was having a really crappy day, as she walked through the Brooklyn streets towards the only place that would bring her comfort.

While knocking on James’s door, she started fixing her hair that was wet from the rain. As the door opened she only heard James’s scream.

“Fuck! Sam, wait!”

The man at the door looked confused, but she immediately understood as she saw James in a t-shirt. His left black and golden arm visible, all the way from the doorway.

“Oh... shit sorry, forgot about it” the dark skinned man, spoke looking apologetic.

Immediately she pushed past the man and slammed the doors shut, looking at him with an annoyed expression.

“You’re brain dead?! You can’t just open someone’s door! Especially without asking the host if it’s okay!”

Both men looked at her in shock, especially James as a hoodie fell out of his grasp from shock.

“You know?!” both men yelled at her in shock.

She smiled apologetically at James, saying “Figured out a day after our first real meeting. Wasn’t too hard, I’m studying history James. I wrote a 6 page assignment on you, alone”

Sam looked between them and then awkwardly said his goodbye and left, the apartment.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” James asked, looking at her still in shock.

She bit her lip and said “Because, I know you and I know that you needed time to tell me about it. I didn’t want to take it away from you, James. I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything, but it didn’t really change anything in my eyes”

“Well it should, Y/N!” he snapped “I am dangerous! A murder! For most of my existence I was a weapon. The Winter fucking Soldier! It had to change something!”

With a glare she took a step closer to him, just for him to take a step back as she screamed “Well it didn’t! I don’t care about all that stuff, James because it wasn’t you!”

“How do you know that?!”

“Because I don’t think that the Winter Soldier would walk me back home everyday. Bring me flowers. Call me and stay on the phone, if I walked somewhere alone at night. Let me hug him. Laugh at the stupidest things. Make pizza with me at three in the fucking morning, just because I had a bad day. Scream at the sky with me, because he feels alone. But most importantly James!” she walked close to him and looked him straight into his gorgeous eyes “He wouldn’t look at me like I was the last and most delicious salami on his pizza”

That made him crack up and chuckle against his better judgement, as he shook his head “I can’t believe that you said that, as a romantic thing”

She grinned “Did it work?”

James couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he stared at her, saying “It did...”

“Good. And just so you know. I will yell at you in pizza language everyday, if you don’t start to listen to me”

He nodded and slowly moved to hug her, his face buried in her neck and strong arms around her.

“I can’t believe that I found you through a stupid dating app” he mumbled.

She giggled, rubbing his back “Well. I suppose that we kinda broke the code of tinder dates turning out bad”

“I guess so” he confirmed, while moving back to stare at her.

With a smile she asked “Can I kiss you?”

That took him back, as back in the 40s it was always the man that would ask that question.

“Only if it means that, I get to kiss you back” he said, humour dancing in his blue eyes.

She snorted “That’s what kissing means, James. You need two parties to be interested”

He smiled and leaned down as she leaned towards him.

Their lips met and she could feel the muscles on his back relaxing. They kissed each other slowly, almost lazily but it was plainly perfect.

When they pulled away, James stared at her and whispered.

“Bucky”

Her eyes sparkled as she said “Bucky”

Bucky smiled at the use of the name, that he grew most comfortable with.

That night, she stayed at his place. Making pizza, dancing around the small kitchen, watching sports and cheering for their team, sleeping on the floor like it was a typical teenagers sleepover.

In the morning as Bucky woke up, he smiled seeing his doll snoring on the floor beside him like it was a normal thing. He reached out to pull her blanket over her exposed shoulder, as he noticed the goosebumps there. Adorably she rubbed her cheek further into her pillow, letting out a small breath.

For the first time in years, he didn’t feel the need to scream at the sky. Instead he lied back down and smiled watching, as the golden hour painted his doll like she was an angel.

And in his eyes.

She sure as hell was.

~the end~

Thanks for reading! It was my first time writing Bucky, so I hope you liked it! Don’t know what to say more, other than I hope that you’re all safe out there and feel good! If you want me to write anything, you message me directly or write the ask thingy (I’m sorry I’m kinda a boomer when it comes to things like these lmao)

Oh and English isn’t my first language, so please don’t go all Winter Soldier 🔪 at me if you see any mistakes 😬

Sending all my love!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[writingdotcoffee]

#173: Writing or Nothing at All

Not one but two legendary writers use this technique to get their words done. The first one is Neil Gaiman. He used to have a gazebo behind his house in Woodstock, NY. He would go there with nothing but a notebook and a pen. The rules were simple: either write or stare at the trees outside until the session was over. More recently, he's been going to his house on the Isle of Skye in the Scottish Highlands to write his books. The goal is to get so bored that writing doesn’t seem such a terrible thing to do.

The other one is Jerry Seinfeld. He writes seven days a week. Every day, he has time scheduled for writing. During this time, he only allows himself to write or do nothing. He also starts every writing session with the end in mind. When the time is up, he stops.

Every writer has a unique process of writing. I find learning about how others work fascinating. Over time, you pick up little tricks here and there that may or may not work for you. But when you see multiple people do the same thing, that's when you should start paying attention.

I love the approach that Neil Gaiman and Jerry Seinfeld take because it combines being hard on yourself and taking it easy. You set up a schedule, then do whatever you can to stick to it. When it's time to write, it's time to write. No excuses.

But we're far from perfect. We're not machines. Sometimes, the writing hour comes, and you just don't have it. That's fine. You can simply go through the motions. Sit down and stare out of the window until the hour is up. It doesn't matter whether you end up writing 5 words or 5,000 words. As long as you sat down to write, it was a success.

You know that tomorrow and the day after, and the one afterwards, you will show up and try again. And you will keep trying until the words come out. That's the true power of habit.

Habits can seem restrictive and boring. But in reality, habits set you free. Knowing that, tomorrow, you will write again makes today's session way less important. It's fine if it doesn't go well.

The next time you're tempted to escape writing by procrastinating on Instagram, open the text editor instead. Watch the cursor blink on the screen for a while, even if you know that you won't be able to write anything. Be with the discomfort. Face those fears.

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Past Editions

#172: The Winter Slump is Here, December 2020

#171: Shun the Nonbelievers, November 2020

#170: Comparisonitis, November 2020

#169: Free Writing Planner and Word Counter, November 2020

#168: Decisions, decisions, decisions, November 2020

[mooncademia]

Boys vs. Boys — PART 1.

PAIRING ~ prohero au! friends to lovers, Bakugou x reader ( x Yo Shindo) 

GENRE ~ fluff, a little bit of angst!, jealously 

WARNINGS ~ language! a tiny ~spicy~ joke inserted 

WORD COUNT ~ 8.1k 

SUMMARY ~ After more than a month being away in the States, you have finally returned to Tokyo...with a party more than one. And when Bakugou realizes who the extra person was, tension grows between him and ‘pretty boy dunce-face’ a.k.a, the one and only: Yo Shindo. 

[Bakugou] 10:35 a.m :

Text me when you arrive at Narita Airport, okay?

[Y/N] 10:41 a.m:

Of course :)

Bakugou leaned back on his chair in his apartment and read the text that you have sent to him yesterday, over and over again. In less than 30 minutes, you will finally arrive back to Tokyo after spending a month and a half in New York and LA for pro-hero work in the States.

Bakugou was never the type to be constantly checking his social media. He doesn’t even turn on his notifications because his simple rule was: if you had something to tell him, text him through Messages. Or just straight up call him. He doesn’t want to be spending time scrolling through Instagram, liking people’s outfit or food posts, nor did he want to retweet some silly tweet that Kaminari posted, complaining about how his neighbor’s cat hated him on a personal level. Bakugou had his own pro-hero work to do.

But today was different! And he had to be honest to himself, he was a little embarrassed to admit it. But ever since you texted him yesterday, he immediately turned on all his social media apps and now, he has spent way too long scrolling through your friend’s posts--hoping to know if there were any news of your arrival.

Bakugou grunted as he ruffled his blonde hair messily, feeling impatient that he hasn’t received any news about your arrival yet. He leaned over to his desk to grab his water bottle, but right before he unscrewed the cap, his phone vibrates loudly on his desk and he immediately dropped the water bottle and unlock his phone.

Finally! After so many weeks of you being away…you were finally here.

Closer to him.

Bakugou impatiently swiped right to unlock his phone and saw your message.

[Y/N] 7:56 p.m

At Narita, finally 🥴

His lips twitched a smile when he saw the emoji. Yeah, a 14 hour flight isn’t really the most comfortable, huh? He quickly replied back with his thumbs running with speed.

[Bakugou] 7:56 p.m:

How was the flight?

A few minutes past, no response. Bakugou shrugged, a smile still on his face knowing that you were safely here at Tokyo now, and in a few hours, he will be able to see you at the welcome-home party that Yaoyoruzu is preparing at the very moment in her godly-rich mansion.

But, before he rests his phone back on his desk, hundreds of notifications blew up on his phone and he checks his insta story to see what Mina, Uraraka, and Tsuyu posted. After all, they were currently at the airport picking you up.

Bakugou clicked on Mina’s latest insta story, his heart throbbed in excitement to finally see you until—

His face fell.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW YOU TWO WERE DATING!,” Mina squealed in the short clip captioned: “I WAS RIGHT! @yaomomo u owe me $20 bucks 😘😘!” Her phone went flying everywhere which made the video awfully blurry. But Bakugou already caught it and oh, did he feel sour in the mouth.

You looked as beautiful as ever, with your simple yet stylish slightly cropped cream-T and gray sweatpants. Even though your eyes looked a bit dazed as if you had just woken up, you looked so cute to his eyes.

But what made Bakugou’s emotion shift so fast was not of you. Of course not!! How could he ever?!

No. 

It was who you were walking with.

He clicked next on Mina’s insta story, hoping in that split millisecond it was not who he think it is. Not the person in his mind that kept bugging him after seeing so many headlines on the news of the two of you working together in New York and LA. It can’t be him, right?

Right?!!!

But Bakugou’s guts knew way fucking better. And his eyes grew angry when he saw the pro-hero, Yo Shindo, standing next to you. Wrapping you closely in his arms with a smirk plastered on his face. And you looked just as pleased too as Mina caught you laughing with Shindo so lovingly before running towards Mina with your arms wide open.

“Wow,” Bakugou heard Tsuyu gleefully whisper next to Mina. “He’s even more hot in real life! Why the hell can’t I find men like that?!”

“It’s a rarity.” 

Bakugou heard Tsuyu scoffed playfully. “Tell me about it.” 

Mina continued to wobble the phone, which makes Bakugou want to shout at the device on his hand to stop! moving! But alas, the next clip that was just posted 16 seconds ago, he saw you with your arms wide open, giving all your girlfriends a hug.

“Aw, I miss you guys so much!!” You squealed. Bakugou could no longer see “pretty boy dunce-face ” anymore but he knew he was with you and his stomach drop.

Ah, Yo Shindo. The pro-hero who study abroad in New York after high school for an internship at a country-famous agency, second best from Captain Celebrity (who was #1 hero in the U.S!), becoming a famous pro-hero in America.

And surely enough, when you flew to NY and LA to collaborate with Yo Shindo, news broke out nation wide in America about the two of you working together that even Japan starred the news on television one day. And those past weeks while you were gone, Bakugou had to suffer from all the pictures that the paparazzi took in New York and Los Angeles. And he admits it. He spent way too many nights awake, changing his VPN to U.S.A on his computer (thank you Kaminari for the tip!) to read and watch CNN, New York Times, and any other newsline that starred or mentioned you and Yo Shindo, hoping to grasp any updates about you.

But now you were finally here in Tokyo…with a party more than one. And as Bakugou closed Instagram, he closed his eyes to calm himself down aka, reassuring yourself that you and Yo Shindo were definitely no more than just friends…

Who spent more than a month together in the States…

And flew back to Tokyo together in the same flight…

Yeah…not helping.

Bakugou lifted himself off his chair and threw a towel over his shoulder, heading towards the shower to wash up before the party at Yao-momo’s tonight. But Bakugou’s phone buzzed once more and when he leaned in to check it, his heart did a little flip when he read your text.

[Y/N] 8:14 p.m

Not the very best 😔 a flight attendant and I had this argument because there was a seating error!

Bakugou relaxed a bit. He knew it was a little self-indulgent and selfish to feel this, and maybe it was jealously that was pouring over him, but he felt his nerves relaxed a bit knowing that perhaps you didn’t at all fell for that Yo Shindo boy.

Bakugou began to type back. Not an overly-top-gushy-pick-me-up text that he know that idiot Deku would type, but a nice and cool but sweet text to cheer you up from your bad flight. But before he clicked the sent button, he received another message.

[Y/N] 8:15 p.m

Thankfully Yo Shindo was there to help me out, he’s here in Tokyo too by the way! 

Bakugou felt his stomach drop again. He backspaced his previous text and rewrote a new one.

[Bakugou] 8:16 p.m

Oh, that’s great!

He knew it was far from the truth as jealously crept up behind his back again, but he had to play it cool. He can’t be jumping into conclusions before he knows anything about the two of you!

[Y/N] 8:16 p.m

I’ll see you at Momo’s, right?

Bakugou smiled at the screen. Despite the news of pretty-boy dunce face in town, he still can’t wait to finally see you after so many weeks. Of course you have been keeping him updated through your texts every week, but to see you actually in person after so long…his heart couldn’t stop beating when he typed back.

[Bakugou] 8:17 p.m

Yeah, I’ll be there.

And with that, Bakugou finally rested his phone back on his desk and headed towards the shower, hoping to wash away all silly thoughts flowing in his mind.  Hoping that…when he sees you tonight, he is able to have an opportunity in the near future to tell you about the emotions he has been feeling ever since you left Tokyo last month. 

With no distractions in the way—especially not that  pretty boy idiot!

—————

Okay so his previous plan came to a halt.

“Yo, Yao-Momo!!” Kaminari shouted as he hopped back onto the couch. He pointed behind him excitingly. “I didn’t know you had black custom-made toilets!!”

“Black toilets?” Kirishima asked, setting up the living room table with cups and beverages.

“Yeah! And there’s even a TV mounted on the wall above the bath tub. And OH! There’s “jacuzzi” mode in the tub! And there are speakers so you can listen to music and the mirror above the sink opens up to a—“

“So did you go pee, or did you just take a full-ass bath in my bathroom?” Yaoyorozu asked with her hands on her hips and sneered eyes.

Kaminari widened his eyes like a puppy. “I CAN TAKE A BATH IN YOUR COOL BATHROOM?!”

Yaoyorozu sighed as she placed two finger on her nose bridge, but Kaminari could tell that she was trying not to laugh.

“Food’s here!!” Yaoyorozu’s boyfriend, Yosetsu Awase, announced as he plopped down six pizza boxes on the table.

“Thanks babe for picking it up,” Yaoyorozu said before giving Awase a kiss on the cheek. She smiled happily at her boyfriend and when Bakugou glanced up, the two of them looked so good together that he couldn’t help but feel a sour in his stomach as he reflected back at the news he saw on Mina’s Instagram story.

Bakugou cleared his throat as he helped Kirishima set up all the props. “So…when’s Y/N getting here?”

Kirishima looked at him and when he saw his best friend look so curious and innocent, Kirishima’s eyes immediately lit up and he nudged Bakugou on the ribs even though he knew he may be dead meat from teasing him.

“You still like her, huh!” Kirishima said in a low whisper with a smirk, which almost caused Bakugou to light up his hands and slam Kirishima face down on Momo’s fancy wooden floors. But before he could even act, he heard the entrance door whoosh open with Mina’s voice echoing from the door to the main room.

“YOU OWE ME $20 BUCKS MOMOOOOOOOO!!!!” Mina shouted as she dragged you to the living room. When Bakugou saw you standing a couple feet away from him, he sucked in a breath.

You were still wearing your airport outfit that he saw you last on Mina’s post. But when he thought that you couldn’t look any more beautiful from the small screen on his phone, he was so wrong. As you stood there with a sheepish grin on your face—to Bakugou’s eyes— you were 10 times more prettier in real life. Hell, make that a hundred.

When you locked eyes with Bakugou after giving Kirishima a hug, you blushed before stepping towards him, about to do the same, until—

“Y/N!! YOU’RE FINALLY FUCKING HERE!!! I MISS YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH!!!” Yaoyorozu squealed as she ran over, cutting Bakugou from his hug. Bakugou had to back up before Yaoyorozu jumped over him and he was not happy about that. But when you let out an “oof!” and rested your shoulder on Momo’s shoulder, your eyes were still on Bakugou’s and you gave him a weary smile that said: “sorry!”

Bakugou couldn’t stay furious too long when he saw your apologetic smile as you hugged Momo back. He gave an appreciative nod at you that made you know that he was glad to finally see you back.

When Momo parted away, she blinked her eyes at Mina, who was standing right next to you with her arms crossed and a sly smirk plastered on her face.

Momo perked up. “Wait, I owe you $20 bucks?”

Mina widened her eyes and grabbed your arm, shaking it so excitingly that Bakugou swore she probably loosened all your bones now. “Bitch! You owe me $20 bucks when we bet on Y/N and Yo Shindo being together!”

You shot your head at Mina with eyes widened. “You guys bet WHAT?!” You asked so sternly that it made Mina and Momo tuck their hands sheepishly behind their backs.

“Well…” Mina teased, eyes staring at the ground as she drew circles on the floor with her shoe. “We kinda bet on whether you will get together with Yo Shindo when you were away…”

“We? As in just the two of you, right?”

Momo clamped the back of her neck embarrassingly. “Uh…plus Asui and Ochaco..?”

You gasped, shaking your head in disbelief. “You guys! I cannot believe—“

“That you love us too much for you to get mad at us?” Mina interrupted with such a cute smile that you parted your mouth for a few seconds and darted your eyes from Mina to Momo before dropping your hands and releasing a sigh.

“Fine…” you said, rolling your eyes but your lips lifted up to a smile. You extended your arms to your friends. “Come here you guys…Ya’ll are so lucky I haven’t seen you two for more than a month. Or else you’ll be dead meat!”

Your girlfriends ran in to hug you one more time, continuing their warm comments on how much they have missed you.

Yaoyorozu parted away when a thought came across her mind. “WAIT, Y/N, FOR REAL THO. Are you guys dating? .… Oh my god,” Yaoyorozu cupped her cheeks with her hands and blushed warmly. “Don’t tell me he’s actually here, is he?!”

Bakugou silently pleaded to himself that pretty boy dunce face is not here. Oh god, please let him have mercy!

“He’s here!” Mina squealed turning her head back to Yaoyorozu. “And he’s so cute in real life!”

Yaoyorozu clamped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god. Yo Shindo. In my house.” She scanned the whole living room, making sure that everything looked fine.

“Uh. Your boyfriend. Also. In your house.”  Awase cleared his throat as he and Kaminari came back with paper plates.

Yaoyorozu walked towards her boyfriend and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Of course you know I love you, babe. But Yo Shindo is here. That’s like…that's like having Brian the Sun come over to perform a song, y’know. We are all just fangirling!”

“We?” Bakugou sputtered out. Kirishima flashed him a smirk which made him roll his eyes and mutter out a “whatever”.

But no one heard him, because right after Bakugou’s comment, Tsuyu and Uraraka entered in with the man that Bakugou never thought he’d ever have to see since his pre-license exam during his first year in U.A.

Yo Shindo came in holding two pack of beers and bowed slightly with a celebrity-level smile that would have all girls swooning after him. He was wearing a Gucci shirt under a blue flannel, paired with ripped vintage denim jeans and a black beanie that made the bangs on his head scoot down just a tiny bit. His face mask was resting right below his lips and his whole aura screamed: “FASHION” in all the right places. But it wasn’t just his looks that demanded attention, it was also his aura of easy confidence that he held. And if he wasn’t a pro-hero, he’s the type of guy that would be easily mistaken as a supermodel.

His yellow Gentle Monster sunglasses were tucked in his shirt and Tsuyu and Uraraka giggled as they sat down the rest of the beers on the table and directed Shindo to do the same.

“Hey,” Shindo greeted everyone as he moved next to where you were standing which made Bakugou’s eyes squint just a bit. You nodded at him with a smile that made Bakugou want to twist his guts. “It’s so nice to meet everyone! Y/N talks a lot about you guys.”

“SO YOU REMEMBER US FROM THE LICENSE EXAM?!” Kaminari asked excitingly, almost jumping out of his seat.

Yo Shindo chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you widen your eyes just a bit from his touch, but the look on your face didn’t really show any uncomfortableness—as if you were already used to it.

But oh, if only Bakugou shot lasers out of his eyes!! He would zap away his hand from your waist in a blink of an eye.

“Yeah,” Shindo nodded his head cooly. “You, Kirishima, and Bakugou are awesome!” He said looking at the each of them. Kaminari and Kirishima grinned appreciatively back. But weirdly, when Shindo’s eyes landed on Bakugou his gaze stayed a tiny bit longer than usual.

What? Bakugou mentally questioned to himself when he saw the way Shindo stared at him seriously. It was like he was challenging him, and there was a string of tension that only the two boys could feel and Bakugou already knew from the start that he and him were not going to get along.

Shindo blinked his eyes back to reality and flashed a friendly smile to you—a complete change of face for what he was expressing to Bakugou, but no one else seemed to notice. Shindo pulled you closer. “Well, let’s get this party started shall we?”

You nodded happily back and everyone began handing out plates and popping bottles of beer. Bakugou joined in too, with a grin on his face.

But although he smiled as he listened to you talk about your crazy adventures of that one creepy stalker you encountered in LA or how everyone must order the pastrami egg n’ cheese bagel at Frankel’s Deli in Brooklyn, Bakugou couldn’t help but feel a discomfort itch in the back of his mind as he saw you sitting on the couch with Shindo so closely next to you.

And whenever Shindo glanced at Bakugou, there was always this silent edge that he could feel from the look of his eyes. Unfortunately, in such a social environment, he couldn’t excuse himself with his best friend Kirishima to talk about this. Bakugou knew that people will question him. What’s there to be uncomfortable about in Y/N’s Welcome Home party?

So as Bakugou took another sip of his beer while you talked about your crazy adventures, he mentally crossed his fingers that you and Yo Shindo are merely just friends.

Even if a part of him told him otherwise.

————

“Wait, you two went on a date?!” Momo asked looking at Shindo as her back sat comfortably on the sofa with her boyfriend’s arm around her. “In New York?!”

Shindo smiled at you and laughed. You mirrored his expression and shook your head at Momo. “Well, it wasn’t really a date actually, it was just a tour around New York.” You said.

“Oh, please tell us!!” Uraraka said to Shindo with excited eyes. Shindo laughed and nodded happily, making all the girls put their full attention on what he had to say.

“Well, I first met Y/N in New York City. And after seeing her and her awesome abilities—“

“Oh please,” you said, waving your hand dismissively from that with an embarrassing smile.

Yo Shindo pouted adorably at you. “It’s true!”

Bakugou saw Uraraka and Tsuyu quietly exchanging each other glances that didn’t need much for him to know what they were thinking. And as much as it hurts his guts and heart to think about this, he couldn’t help it.

You and Shindo looked so good together. It was like those couples on k-drama or whatever the hell people were watching, where the audience knows that they are perfect for each other. And even though you hadn’t mentioned anything about him being your boyfriend and all…well, it was just obvious. Even your girlfriends could see it. And from the look of Kirishima giving him a lopsided smile as if saying “Ouch. Sorry bro.”  Bakugou could basically confirm his hypothesis correct.

But instead of wanting to just punch pretty boy in the face to release his anger (which, he wanted to do so bad) he kept his cool and restrained his emotions as he listened to Shindo explain this “date” that the two of you went on.

“Well, I offered to take Y/N around New York City, since she was new to the place on my motorbike and—“

“ON YOUR MOTORBIKE?!” All the girls (plus Kaminari) squealed. Awase tilted his head back to laugh at everyone’s reaction and Kirishima muttered a phrase that included: “dude, that’s so manly!” causing Bakugou to turn his head at him and shoot him a death dagger.

Kaminari—who by the way— is obsessed with motorcycles and dreams to own a Harley Davidson one so he could be as cool as Keanu Reeves, pumped his hand in the air and excitingly asked, “Yo, Shindo, what type of motorbike do you have?”

“The one I took with Y/N?” Shindo said, which meant that he had more than one. But the way Shindo said it wasn’t in an egotistic kind of way, nor was it annoying (which bugged Bakugou) but rather, he said it in a humble and polite tone.

Shindo glanced at you with a charming smirk on his face, as if remembering that precious time with you in New York. “It was a Harley Davidson Sportster Iron 883! In black.”

“WHAT!” Kaminari slammed his beer down on the table. “C-can I have a ride?”

Ugh, an idiot I swear! Bakugou said to himself as jealously crept up to him once again as he saw everyone—even Kirishima—so engaged on Yo Shindo.

Shindo laughed again and nodded. “Sure! I actually shipped that one to Tokyo since I’ll be staying here for a while.”

Mina lifted her eyebrows at Shindo. “You’re staying in Tokyo?”

Shindo shook his head. “I’m just staying here for a couple of weeks for some pro-hero work. I’ve been away so long and I wanted to come back since I realized I missed Japan so much. And a friend of mine offered me to collab with his agency for now!”

Bakugou let out a puff of air as Uraraka gleefully smiled and said, “Wow, that’s so great to hear!”

And so the conversation continued. After Shindo took you around on his motorbike, he took you to this fancy, romantic restaurant down in Manhattan, and then took you around Central Park when evening came. And during this whole conversation, everyone pitched in their squeals and glees here and there, but Bakugou remained silent the whole time. You laughed at Shindo’s jokes and descriptions and added a story on how clumsy he actually is, despite his cool exterior.  And Bakugou grew slightly more furious—but it wasn’t a challenging kind of anger. It was just that it frustrated him that he couldn’t point out, or find, any particular ”flawed” that Yo Shindo had.

As the conversation moved along from one to the other, Yo Shindo offered to help Awase and Kaminari to clean up the empty pizza boxes. Kirishima and Bakugou offered to help as well, recycling empty bottles away and folding paper plates to the waste bin.

And as Bakugou walked across the living room, picking up the last few empty bottles of beer on the side table of the couch, he heard you and your girlfriends lowly whispering.

“Well?! “ Yaoyorozu questioned curiously, patting your knee. “Did you…you know!?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“You know…Yo Shindo…vibration quirkkkkk,” Tsuyu moaned as Uraraka and Mina nodded in agreement, eyes clearly swooned away by Shindo.

Tsuyu grabbed your arm and stared at you dead deep into your eyes before glancing to where Shindo and the other boys were at in the kitchen. “Please tell me what happened! You two obviously hit it up, right?!”

Bakugou wanted to throw up right then and there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear what you were about to say next. And as much as his conscious tells him to “WALK AWAY KATSUKI”!!! Curiosity killed the cat as he watched you in the corner of his eyes while he cleaned up the table slowly to the side.

You covered your face with your hands as embarrassment crept up on you and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I KNEW IT!” Uraraka said in a low whispered as she snapped her fingers.

Bakugou’s stomach dropped and his jaw tightened in grit.

“Guys, no,” You whispered sternly back, but your cheeks still glowed with heat. “Nothing happened between me and Shindo.”

Bakugou eyes widened as he darted his attention back on the table. Wait a minute… there is hope! A wash of relief swept through him when he heard your reply, but his happy thoughts immediately crumpled when he heard Mina’s suspicious tone.

“Sureeeeeeeee,” Mina exhaled a puff of air sharply—not convinced that you were telling the truth. “I can see it in your face that that’s a LIE!”

Bakugou knew it would be wrong for him to continue hearing this (wrong in a sense that if you were just hiding the true secret, he may blow the roof off of Momo’s house, and that wouldn’t be appropriate). Plus, who the hell takes 5 goddamn minutes to clear up some trash?!

So, with all his might, Bakugou bravely walked around the couch, passing you and the girls as he headed towards the kitchen. And when you saw Bakugou walk pass in front of you, you silently let out a gasp with a parted mouth shaped as an ‘o’ on your face.

————

After the party was over and it was getting pretty late, all the girls decided to finally head home. They offered you to join them but you passed appreciatively by saying how you had to thank and Awase and Momo for everything and Awase was still in the back, cleaning a few things up, while Momo had some errands to run.

“How do you not drink Momo-Yaoo!!” Mina said as she threw one arm around Momo’s shoulder.  

Momo sighed but a smile graced her lips. “Cuz I know I’ll have to take you guys home!” She said sternly but sarcastically.

Mina gave Momo a “thank you” hug and you and the girls laughed

“Since you’re finally here, we all have to go to that tendon place in Shinjuku!” Tsuyu announced happily, giving you one last hug before heading out.

“Tendon Tuesdays are definitely back ya’ll!” You laughed happily and all the girls hovered above the two of you, joining in for one last group hug as they shared “I love yous” and goodbyes.

“You guys are acting like I will be leaving again,” you laughed when you all pulled away and saw your friends getting teary.

Mina smiled softly. “We’re just happy you’re finally back.”

And after Mina said her sweet comment, Uraraka wailed a “You GUYSssssssss!” in a sarcastic tone and everyone bunched up together again for another group hug as they wailed their hearts out.

Bakugou walked in and saw all the girls form into one ball and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Yeah, he was so happy that you are actually in Tokyo.

After more “text me!” and goodbyes, the four girls exited out the door and you stood in the living room by yourself, cleaning up the last few trash on the table for Momo.

This is the time. Bakugou said to himself as he began to walk towards you. Nervousness crept on his neck which was unusual for him since you were one of his closest friends. Kirishima and Kaminari headed back to their places and before Kirishima exited, he gave one last talk to Bakugou.

“Dude, you don’t even know if she’s with him yet,” Kirishima said outside the front gate. “Maybe they’re just friends!”

“Just friends?” Bakugou repeated slightly icily—almost like a scoff. He tucked his hands in his pockets and shook his head. “I don’t know, man. You see it too though.”

Kirishima stares at his friend and bit his lip, knowing that from the way Shindo has been treating you and all the stories you two of shared together, it looked like you two were together. Sure! Maybe you two were just friends, but Bakugou felt like it was highly unlikely. Plus, you were exchanging whispers with your friends and from the look on their faces, it was like something exciting was stirring up.

“Yeah,” Kirishima finally said. “But still…we don’t really know. And now that everyone is almost gone, now’s your chance to finally talk to her in peace!”

And with that in mind, Bakugou walked towards you in the main room.

“Hey.”

You looked up from the table and widened your eyes. “Bakugou! I thought you already left with the other boys. You’re still here?” You asked. But you immediately blushed and waved your hands quickly when you realized how wrong that sounded out your mouth. “Not that it’s bad that you’re here! I didn’t mean that. I’m happy you’re still here!”

Bakugou laughed, his shoulders relaxing as he looked at you with a smile. You laughed too at your own dumb act and the awkward tension was slowly replaced with a comforting one.

“You really don’t wanna see me, huh?” Bakugou teased with a smirk.  

You rolled your eyes. “You know it’s not like that.”

Bakugou grabbed the back of his neck and locked his eyes with you. You hummed curiously, knowing that he wanted to say something.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say that I’m really glad that—“

“Y/N!!” Shindo’s voice echoed from the back kitchen. He waved his arm excitingly with a bright smile but then paused when he saw you and Bakugou standing in front of each other, alone.

Ugh! Bakugou thought to himself as he saw Shindo’s face grow slightly tensed when he looked at him.

Shindo walked towards you respectfully with a smile. “Hey, I know it’s pretty late. Do you want me to take you home?”

Bakugou parted his mouth opened for just a bit. His anger and jealously was rising high now and he wasn’t sure why.

“Oh!” You said, turning your head to Shindo. “No, it’s fine, really!”

“You sure?”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, thank you though.”

“Well then,” Shindo turned to Bakugou and then back to you. His gaze turned serious. “Can- Can I talk to you in private for a moment?”

You opened your mouth and directed your hand towards Bakugou. “Oh! Bakugou was actually talking—“

“It’s fine, Y/N” Bakugou said in almost a strict tone that your face fell a bit. He nodded his head at Shindo and then smiled at you, telling you that it really was okay. “It’s not important, really. Actually…I think I’m going to head out.”

“Bakugou, wait—“ you said, your eyes staring directly at his.

“Y/N,” Bakugou tried to laugh. But you knew him too well that the laugh was forced. “Seriously, we can chat again later some time. Plus, since you’re back, we can finally hang out like we used too.”

Shindo glared at Bakugou sternly after he said that, but at this point Bakugou couldn’t care anymore.

You paused and stared at him before mumbling out an “okay” as Shindo turned and pulled you away from him.

And after letting Awase know that he was finally heading home, Bakugou exited the door and walked towards the front gate. He tucked his hands in his pockets and felt his heart grow heavier and heavier until—

“Katsuki! Wait!”

Bakugou twirled around to see you extend your arm up high out the front door. You ran towards him and put your hands on your knees to gasp for air.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you so directly.” You said apologetically.

Bakugou shook his head, but his heart skipped a few beats when he heard you call his first name. “It’s fine. You can call me that.”

You widened your eyes and hugged yourself closely. “Oh?” You smiled. “Okay then.”

“Uhm…did you need to tell me something…or..?” Bakugou asked curiously, internally wondering why you suddenly exited out of the house.

“Oh! Right!” You tapped your head dumbly. “Right….I- I actually wanted to say goodbye to you and-”

“Weren’t you just talking to Shindo?” Bakugou pointed out so cold that your face immediately fell when you heard his sudden shift of tone.  

“Um-”

“Sorry.”

“No! I- I actually need to apologize for that. I should have spoken up more. We haven’t…really chatted during the party.”

Bakugou scoffed and smiled as he tilted his head up towards the night sky in silence. He was so furious just a few seconds ago that any one who dared stopped him will be blasted off to space. But when he heard you call his actual name, he felt more at peace. But sadness lingered in his heart as he darted his gaze behind you at the door, knowing that Shindo was in there. 

From the door entrance to the front gate was a large garden in between, and when you realized how quiet it was, you cleared your throat and looked up at him.

“We’re not together,” you finally said.  “I mean, Shindo and I.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows shot up immediately but quickly replaced his shock look with a calm one.

Wait…what?

“Oh…?”

He blinked his eyes and parted his mouth slowly, carefully thinking about the words before saying them out loud. “But Mina and them—“

“Kept teasing about the two of us being together? Momo kept throwing us questions about our quests? All the girls teasing and the “date”?” You said in air quotes with a smirk. “Shindo is really nice and he’s like that to almost everyone, really. Plus…”

You stopped, glancing up at Bakugo and then turning your head away. Heat crept up to the apples of your cheeks as you continued. “Plus, there’s someone else…”

Bakugou’s mind buzzed with clouds as he felt like a a horde of demons was ready to swallow him up.

There’s someone else.

It can’t be him, right? Bakugou’s shoulders fell and frowned a bit. How could he be so stupid thinking that you actually liked him in the first place? Could it be…Kirishima? Kaminari? Oh fuck, maybe it’s Deku. His mind continued to swarm with possibilities of the “someone else,” casting more and more doubt onto himself until he heard your laughter.

You clenched your arms around your stomach and laughed. A beautiful melody that never ceases to amaze Bakugou. It was like a warm breeze in the summer swooping him away. But Bakugou lowered his gaze with confusion as he stared at you. “What’s so funny?”

You looked up, wiping a small tear on the corner of your eye with a bright but soft smile on your face.

“It’s you, dumbass.”

Under normal circumstances, anyone who called him that will immediately turn into dust, but with you… He couldn’t even get riled up an inch. Because when he heard those words left your mouth, it was like fog clearing up on a raining day, a heavy weight now off his shoulders.

Wait…is this really happening?

A cunning smirk graced his lips as he stepped closer to you.

The cool evening air no longer felt cold and you grabbed his hand pulling him closer. It was dark but he could still see the perfect outlines of your face.

“Really?” Bakugou whispered huskily above you, not sure if he was dreaming or not. Excitement buzzed throughout his body, his focus entirely on you.

You laughed with a happy smile on your face. “Really.”

Bakugou smirked cockily. “Well, then dumbass…I’m glad… because I like you too.” He said slowly in such a cute way that it made you giggled.

“I’m glad then.” You said quietly.

“Do you… want to go grab lunch someday…?” Bakugou asked, the words rolling off his tongue seemed so foreign to him. Everything happened so fast but it felt so nice at the same time.

You nodded your head still smiling. “Yeah…that sounds nice. Though I want your homemade curry, I’ve been craving Japanese food for so long and New York and LA doesn’t even beat the meals that you make!”

Bakugou laughed, his heart feeling so overwhelmingly content. “Well then, I’ll bring you some food tomorrow. You’ll be jet lag and all.”

You groaned cutely. “Oh god, yeah. I’ll probably be sleeping all morning tomorrow. But at least I’ll have something to look forward to when I wake up.” You smiled.

Bakugou nodded, and you pulled him into a hug that surprised him at first but he wrapped his arms around you ever so gently and warmly. The two of you just wrapped in each other’s arms for a few seconds, enjoying the quiet night that Bakugou wished could last forever.

“I’m glad you’re back, Y/N.” He whispered softly in your ear that made you shivered with happiness. “I…I’ve missed you.” He added ever so quietly in a way that it sounded like he was talking to himself. But you still heard those words and it made you hug him a bit tighter.

You tucked your head into his shoulder and whispered out a soft “me too.”  

When the two of you parted away, you both exchanged goodbyes once more, but this time, there was a layer of love and excitement in the air. Bakugou glanced at the door behind you, and the sudden reminder of Shindo who was still in there came to mind. Bakugou has never felt so happy in his whole entire life, knowing that you had the same feelings he had for you. But seeing the shadows on the windows, the sudden flash of Shindo’s disapproving face re-resurfaced. He had a feeling that you didn’t know that Shindo actually liked you. And sure! He only met the guy today but his gut instincts knew better that the faces he gave to Bakugou plus his expression whenever he looked at you, it was something more than just a friendship. But before Bakugou could even dive deeper into this thought as he turned towards the gate, you stopped him.

“Katsuki—! Wait.” You called, causing him to turn his head once more at you. But before he could even ask what’s wrong, you slipped a hand through his and stepped on your tippy toes as you planted a warm kiss on his cheek, holding it there for a few seconds. Bakugou widened his eyes for a quick second, and just like magic, that kiss washed his doubts about you and Shindo down the drain. It was like a message that you were his—as dominating as that sound. But it nevertheless made him less tensed. 

You swallowed a lump on your throat as you parted away. A little embarrassed at your sudden move but when you saw Bakugou’s face glowed, you smiled and nodded. Words didn’t need to be said for the two of you to understand each other.

“Have a goodnight, okay? Drive safe.” You waved before turning your back to return to the house.

“Yeah,” Bakugou smiled as he tucked his hands into his pocket, turning to the front gate once more. “I will.”

And with that, the two of you parted your ways, with bright smiles and warm hearts that continued to simultaneously flow in the air.

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“Cuz I know I’ll have to take you guys home!” Shindo heard Momo from the living room said as he carried the trash bags into the kitchen.

“Uhm.., where should I place these?” Shindo asked Awase who was washing a few cups in the sink.

Awase pointed at the corner besides him where all the other bags were laid. “You can leave them here Thanks, man.”

Before Shindo nodded respectfully at him, he heard you and the girls burst out into a loud laughter, making him turn to the direction of the sound coming from the main room. His eyes softened, as if reminiscing precious memories from a time. And in all honestly, his attention was just focused on your laughter. The melody that he can always listen to and never get tired of.

Shindo had never believed “love at first sight.” But when he first saw you in New York, his heart bloomed in a way that he has never felt before and he was so interested in you ever since. Of course, he kept cool about it, but since he was such an open and honest guy, he always slipped in a move here and there, hoping to grab your attention or sneak in hints, to show that what you meant to him was in a way that was more than a friend.

After cleaning up, Awase takes a sip of his beer, glancing at Shindo’s still turned-head for a moment before saying, “You like her, don’t you?”

Shindo looked stunned as he immediately shot his head back at Awase. His heart pounded in his chest when he heard the question. “H-how did you know?”

Awase smirked. “I know that feeling, dude. That’s how I felt when I met Momo,” He said, tilting his head towards the living room where his girlfriend was.

“I don’t want anyone to find out,” Shindo said quietly as he rested his elbows on the kitchen island across Awase.

“Of course. This is just between me and you.” Awase replied respectfully, knowing what Shindo is going thorough, having a similar experience himself.

Shindo smiled at him appreciatively. He cleared his throat. “And uhm, I know that we just met and all…but do…do you you know if Y/N is involved with anyone—like, romantically?”

Awase pondered on that comment seriously for a moment. “I don’t really know, man. I think Kirishima and the others will know since they were all in the same class as her since U.A. But…from what I’ve heard from my girlfriend, I don’t think so.”

“Not even, uhm, Bakugou?” Shindo slid in the question curiously.  

“Y/N and Bakugou!?” Awase laughed. “I’ve never heard of that before! Who gave you the idea?”

Shindo just shrugged, not wanting to say why he asked. Ever since the day he accidentally saw your phone lock screen of you and Bakugou in your days in U.A when your phone dinged on his table, his suspicion arose. Of course it wasn’t much, but the way you talked about him was different compared to the others…

“Hey,” Awase said, interrupting his thoughts. “From what I’ve learned… you can wait to get the answers, or just be honest with her.”

“Be honest with her?”

Awase shrugged. “Yeah. In fact you can even tell her how you feel now, most of her friends are returning home now.”

Shindo nodded appreciatively at him and smiled. “Thanks man, really.”

“You got it, and don’t worry,” Awase reassured when he saw Shindo’s mouth open again. “I’ll keep things low-key.”

Shindo smiled again and walked back towards the main room to find you. Awase was right. After all that you two of been through for the past couple weeks there was a new foundation built upon your friendship—trust. And he trusted you that you can at least understand his feelings. Shindo knew he told everyone that he came back to Tokyo for a change of environment and for hero work…but that wasn’t necessarily the entire truth. Because in all transparency, he came back for you too…and maybe its because he has loved working with you, or maybe it was the way you described Tokyo to him in New York made him really miss home…

Or maybe it’s because he was falling in love with you.

Shindo made his way to the living room and called out your name, but his high emotions toppled over when he saw you standing with Bakugou in the now empty living room, alone.

He doesn’t really hate Bakugou, but ever since he had his suspicion, he couldn’t look at him the same way. And sure, it may be unfair of him to act like that but when he saw the way Bakugou locked eyes with him, he knew something was up that confirmed his suscpisoun. He could feel this unprecedented tension in the air between him and Bakugou—almost like an undeclared challenge.

Shindo mustered up the courage as he walked towards you with a smile. “Hey, I know it’s pretty late. Do you want me to take you home?”

“Oh!” You replied when you noticed Shindo. “No, it’s fine, really!”

“You sure?”

You smiled at him which made Shindo’s stomach flutter with butterflies. “Yeah, thank you though.”

“Well then,” Shindo turned to Bakugou and then back to you, hesitating just a bit about his next act act. His gaze turned serious and he lowered his voice so almost only you could hear him.  “Can… Can I talk to you in private for a moment?”

Shindo saw you opened your mouth slowly. “Oh! Bakugou was actually talking—“

“It’s fine, Y/N” Bakugou cut in, looking at Shindo and then back to you. “It’s not important, really. Actually…I think I’m going to head out.”

“Bakugou, wait—“

“Y/N,” Bakugou continued. “Seriously, we can chat again later some time. Plus, since you’re back, we can finally hang out like we used too.”

Shindo glared at Bakugou. He felt his heart ache when he heard that, knowing that the two of you are pretty close. But finally when you agreed, you and Shindo stepped aside for more space.

You turned your head at Shindo and noticed his serious expression. “Is there something wrong?”

Shindo blinked his eyes and cleared his throat. “N-no! I mean, not anything super important. Actually, Y/N… I just wanted to—“

Click!

Before Shindo could continue, your head shot to where the door was just closed and you saw Bakugou’s shadow exit out of the house. Shindo saw you turned your head back towards him as you bit your lip.

“Shindo, I’m so sorry. Can you give me a few minutes really quick?” You said with the kindest smile you had.

Shindo looked at you with a tinge of solemn in his eyes as he smiled. His gut feeling knew what you were about to do, but he didn’t want to force you to listen to him and so he smiled and nodded, earning you a brighter smile on your face that Shindo loved.

“Thank you.” You said as you grabbed his hand and giving it a squeeze.

Shindo saw you run towards the door, not hesitating a bit to open it immediately.

And when you exited, Shindo gave out a sigh. This was a lot harder than he expected. He headed towards the table near the door to pack up some of his things that he laid near, but his mistake was when he glanced up at the window.  His eyes widened and sucked in a breath when he saw you standing near the front gate with Bakugou.

It looked like it was all happening in slow motion.

The way you slipped your hand through his. The cute way you leaned in closer a few inches with the tip of your toes and kissed him on the cheek.

It wasn’t an actual real kiss, but still...Shindo felt a surge of jealously come crashing down on him. He swallowed a lump in his throat as a mixture of anger and sadness stirred in him. And as he saw you wave goodbye to Bakugou, Shindou looked away in sadness as his stomach dropped and his once cool smile now turned into a deep frown.

He felt like he lost you — even though he never really had you in the beginning.

But maybe there’s still a chance for him to confess how he feels.

Because even if you don’t share the same feelings as him...he’ll still find release… that at least the person he loves …. knows.  

Yeah… Shindo thought to himself quietly as he pulled out his sunglasses, getting ready to leave. He knew he couldn’t say it now…not after what he just witnessed. So with a sharp glide of his hand like a professional, he slipped on his sunglasses and beanie ever so smoothly and picked up his bags.

I’ll come back to you Y/N…you’ll see.

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A/N ~ oh gosh, yo shindo vs. bakugou. this love triangle just suddenly appeared and i’ll need to figure out how to unravel this mess. But thank you to everyone who read this fic! I know it is longer than my usual works so words cannot express how much it means to me. Thank you 💗 Please do not hesitate to send me a message through my inbox on about this fic (WHOSE TEAM R U ON?!) or about anything! Let’s just say...next chapter will def. be more about the charming Yo Shindo ;) 

[cherryonclouds]

I miss 2017-2019 YouTube. My favourite people really popped off back then like Sade Watkins and bestdressed.

They seemed really authentic to me - just two women navigating their lives and also posting content on the internet.

Sade was always vibes, whether it was her GRWMs, conversations, or room decor. I think somewhere along the line her trauma got to her and she blames everything on spiritual forces. Not really my cup of tea.

I remember having a few solid videos I loved from her. The room makeover and tour, the dick appointment video, her 70s fluffy wig and a whole lot more. She took a lot of them down.

Honestly I haven't watched a whole lot of her new content because of the whole religious perspectives. I just sense the negative energy, so I don't even want to engage. So basically I know nothing except that everything is spiritual and you can't have anything because you know... Demons and shit.

Honestly after having grown up hearing my parents tell me that the reason our family didn't have a lot was because of God's will and he was testing us - best believe I no longer want to hear that. It wasn't God, it was your beliefs, which guided your actions and then my siblings and I suffered as a result.

I will never say that it's some external entity that does anything to me because I know better.

But everyone has their phases. I used to believe that if it was God's will it would happen but now I disagree. I never went so hard about things though because I dislike being a victim and constantly blaming my issues on external sources is never taking control... And maintaining that victim status.

So I've chosen not to engage. It would be really nice if she were to come back with her old content and stuff. Because she brought hot takes, her comment section was always full of stories from the other women who related to her, and I for one was happy to see her flourish, make her coins and leave her toxic life behind.

Now she just seems like she's holding on to Christianity as a crutch to justify her pain and suffering. Which I have no doubt is entirely real, but maybe the help she needs is different from the types she's gotten so far. I know. I was there once. I was actually hard core into atheism as a way to demonize Christianity but even that's a lot of work to constantly be justifying.

Bestdressed was cool. I adored her stuff so much. I think I was watching her for a solid year and a half before unsubscribing. At some point I even had post notifications on, and I'd be excited every Thursday for when she'd post.

2019 was a hard year for her. She did her best. Her mental health was all a whole hot mess, she had gotten into and out of a relationship in a year, suffered immense burnout from upping her video quality, but not decreasing her upload schedule or outsourcing certain things.

Then 2020 came. She posted her NYFW Trilogy, a couple more videos and one of her talking about how 2020 had affected her. That last video apparently was taken so poorly that she took it down and just went to other platforms to continue her content creation.

And I guess I was seeing it coming, since despite her editing skills being top tier she seemed like she was losing her shit. And she was changing. She moved to NY which is a really stressful looking place, and life kinda hit her, especially with covid and living alone.

I stopped following her on ig because she always looked depressed and the self deprecating humor, while funny in 2018/2019 was not after that for me.

I still miss that era though. It seemed so expansive and open. Like even though they had bad times or hard moments, it was more expansive, creative and fun. Kinda reminds me of me in 2016 when everything seemed that way in my life. It was nice knowing there were people online living in that same way.

I hope Sade ends up ok. I hope bestdressed is also ok.

And maybe at some other point in their lives, they'll come back how they used to be - open, expansive and authentic. Although I do think both of them are being authentic, since authenticity is about being true to yourself in the moment, maybe just more open, expansive and in control.

[chrwrites]

SOFTober day 24: Bed

Remember when I said that I was going to write short stuff for these prompts? I kinda forgot about it with this one.

It’s just that I didn’t wanna write about cuddles in bed and then I found this post and I couldn’t stop thinking about Juleka and Marinette showing up to school together so I had to write about it. Also, I still haven’t gotten over Alya’s behaviour in the NY Special so I’m dealing with that too.

Hope you like it!<3

“Wake up, sleepyhead”, Marinette groaned at the soft voice calling her and shoved the gentle touch on her cheek away as she turned on the bed, her face pressing against the pillow, “Mmmh… Five more minutes…”, she mumbled.

Luka chuckled, and started brushing her hair as soon as he sat on the bed, “That’s what you said when the alarm rang”, he said, his voice dripping with sweetness as he leaned to press a kiss on her head, “You don’t want to be late”. 

Despite the musical sound of her boyfriend’s words, Marinette groaned again. The weekend had been so peaceful that she feared that stepping foot on the school ground would have ruined that.

She had been dating Luka for over a month, but the only person to know was Juleka, and that was only because she was his sister. Her catching them was bound to happen since they weren’t really careful in keeping their relationship a secret in the safety of their homes, and after a long talk where Marinette had explained how she wanted to take things slow with Luka and wait before letting people know they were dating because she didn’t want anyone to think that she was using him as a rebound after wasting so many years pining for Adrien, Juleka gave her approval. She silently tried to push Marinette to say that she didn’t want to get involved in schemes that would have brought her to confess to Adrien anymore, really, she should have done that as soon as she realized that she enjoyed his friendship more than daydreaming about a perfect family and a hamster with him, but every time she felt ready to stop Alya from whatever she had in mind, her best friend shut her up and told her how she wouldn’t allow her to step back this time.

So she put up with her plans without actively collaborating in them anymore. Whenever Alya managed to get Marinette and Adrien alone, they would hang out just like friends did – her heart didn’t sting at those words anymore – and Marinette would give him advice on this girl he liked, and when she was done, she would go to Luka, the one her heart belonged to.

She wanted to tell the world how much she loved her boyfriend and how that made her feel, but she was also becoming used to having Luka all by herself without anyone knowing that she didn't think about it that much.

He was her world, and there was something exciting about them being a secret only for them to enjoy. In fact, she enjoyed being with Luka so much that she forgot how exasperating being put into situations she didn’t like was.

Moreover, she felt that saying that she had long gotten over Adrien wouldn’t make Alya believe her, instead it would have made her insist even more in getting them together despite Marinette’s protests because Marinette, unlike Alya, didn’t know what was best for her, and her best friend was becoming more and more insisting as the end of their final year of lycée was approaching.

Yeah, Marinette needed something big to make Alya shut up about the possible double dates her and Nino would have with Marinette and Adrien.  

And when she felt finally ready to let everyone know that she had moved past her silly teenage crush, Luka's support was what she needed in order to face every sneaky comment with her face held high, because she knew that her feelings for him were true and no one could ruin that.

Besides, she wasn’t the insecure teenager she was at the beginning of lycée anymore. She had kept repeating that to herself before falling asleep in Luka’s arms, and she would have repeated it on the way to school, too. 

Her parents had let her stay at the Couffaines while they were away for the week, which meant that she could spend as much time as she wanted with her boyfriend. He was going to drive her and Juleka to school, and she wouldn’t be late anywhere because him waking her up was better than a warm mug of coffee. They had spent the weekend together, and now that Monday came, she couldn’t escape from what was waiting for her.

As much as she didn't want to, she couldn’t help but make a big deal about it even though she knew she shouldn’t really care about what other people said as long as she had Luka by her side, but the voices creeping from the back of her mind were telling her that she was just using him and that she wasn’t worthy of him. She wouldn’t have been able to shut them up until she revealed her relationship to her friends. That was for the best, anyway.

Still, Marinette would have been happier if she could spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend, cuddling in his bed and being soothed by his warm presence. Falling asleep protected by Luka’s arms had become her favourite thing, she ended up getting the best sleep she ever had in a while and she was already getting used to it. What she hadn’t gotten used to was Luka waking her up this early in the morning to tell her to get ready for school.

“Can’t we just stay here?”, Marinette sighed, finally facing her boyfriend and squeezing her eyes shut when the light hit her face.

“As much as I’d love to, you know we can’t”, Luka said, and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Marinette’s eyes fluttered open, and she finally looked at her boyfriend.

He was already dressed and was smiling at her fondly, and Marinette felt like she was still dreaming.

“Come on, breakfast’s ready”, he said, getting up and holding his hand out to her. Marinette took it, but instead of letting him pull her out of the bed, she pulled him towards her, and he fell right next to her, “Are you sure we can’t stay here?”, she asked, her voice still thick with sleep. Luka chuckled and wrapped an arm around her body, peppering kisses on her face and neck until she started giggling uncontrollably, “Okay, I’m getting up!”, she said, trying to get her boyfriend off her. When Luka put some distance between them and rested his head on his pillow, Marinette poked his nose, smiling lazily at him.

The sunlight filtering through the curtains made his eyes shimmer, and she got lost in them like she always did when he looked at her with so much adoration. He raised his hand to cup her cheek, quietly admiring the way her bangs fell on her eyes, and brushing his fingers on her forehead, slowly studying her features: her pink lips, the natural red on her cheeks that made her eyes shine brighter, the light freckles decorating her nose… the most beautiful girl he had ever met was in front of him and he had been lucky enough that she chose him, the very thought of it made him feel like he was living in a dream.

Marinette chose him, and he wished he could find new words to describe what he felt for her.

His fingers traced her neck, and the gesture made Marinette shiver, her breath catching her throat at the way they slowly moved to her shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful”, Luka sighed, his voice low and soft as he got lost in her eyes.

He was so entranced by her presence that he barely noticed her reaction, his lips parted in awe. She could feel his minty breath on her lips, and she was tempted to pull him in and kiss him until they were both gasping for air, slowly getting lost in each other as they forgot about the world around them.

It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the loud knock coming from Luka’s bedroom door that reminded her that she had to get up and get ready for school.

“Marinette, could you please hurry up?”, Juleka’s voice came muffled, and Marinette sighed when she got up and stretched, “Coming!”. Luka sat on the bed, quietly admiring the way the sunlight silhouetted her body and got up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the room.

And as soon as he left, Marinette’s phone rang for an incoming message, the happy bubble she had been in burst and she suddenly felt nervous for what was coming ahead of her that day, she wished to at least have Luka close had things gone in a bad way, with Alya deciding that she was being fake and end their friendship because she couldn't allow Marinette to choose for herself for once. Marinette winced at the thought, she really needed to feel Luka by her side.

That’s what made her search through his closet to find something that she could wear and that reminded her of him; the pick she kept in her purse could only do so much when she passed it between her fingers when she was nervous. She tucked one of his band t-shirts in her jeans and looked at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair, opting to leave it loose like she always left it when she was around him.

She had a quick breakfast, and on the way to his car, Luka grabbed Marinette by the hand and made her spin around, grinning as he looked at her, “My clothes look better on you”, he whispered, pulling her close and leaning in to kiss her. She blushed at the compliment, and smiled on his lips before pulling away, right before they heard Juleka grunt, “What did I say about not being gross in front of me?”. To which, Luka answered opening his car and holding Marinette’s hand, grinning to himself.

The ride to school was quiet, Luka was humming along to the songs playing on the radio while Marinette looked out of the window and drummed her fingers on her knee, trying to follow the rhythm. He didn’t lose the chance to let his knuckles brush on the side of her thigh when he switched gears, his warm touches soothing Marinette’s nerves so much that she forgot to check the phone that had been vibrating insistently on her pocket until his car turned to the street that led to the lycée building.

2 missed calls

Marinette sighed as she read the other notifications.

From: Alya

Girl are you still asleep?

Your boy is looking really hot today

I can’t wait to see your face when you see him

Hurry up!

Marinette grinned as she read the messages again. Her boy was looking really hot, it just wasn't who Alya thought it was anymore, and it was definitely better like this.

A new feeling made its way into her stomach, and she couldn't understand whether it was a good one or not, all she knew was that if that was the universe's way to encourage her into making her relationship public, she would have done it in the best way. Oh, I can’t wait to see your face, she thought.

Luka stopped his car right in front of the building, and the feeling of excitement and nervousness grew in Marinette's stomach as Juleka got off. Luka turned Marinette and reached for her hand, squeezing it lightly.

He didn’t need words to let her know that he was there for her, she gave him a slow smile, feeling her heart flutter in her chest as her eyes locked into his. It gave her the reassurance she needed, and she suddenly felt calmer.

Marinette leaned to his face, closing her eyes before allowing her mouth to press into his in a slow, deep kiss. Luka cupped her cheek, his thumb gently gliding over her cheek with so much care that she could melt on the spot. She was smiling at him when he pulled away and let his hand fall on the gear, “I’ll see you later”, he spoke softly, and Marinette nodded, giving him a quick kiss before opening the door of his car and getting out.

The thump of the door closing burst the bubble they had gotten lost in, and it made her realize that Luka’s car didn’t have any tinted windows to shield them from prying eyes. She felt heat rise to her cheeks, but that didn't make her want to hide. Instead, she was smiling and kept her head up as she walked to her friends, the confused expression on their faces slowly changing into pride and happiness.

Alix was whistling, and Mylene by her side was cheering happily, “It was about time”.

Rose was tugging Juleka’s arm while she was looking at her phone, “You knew it?”, she asked in surprise, and she finally looked up from the screen to give an affirmative answer.

Alya's eyes were wide and her mouth had dropped open, and Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at her stunned expression, reserving the “I told you I was over it” and the rest of the talk for later.

Her heart felt lighter now that she finally let her secret out, and the look on Alya’s face was worth getting out of bed that day.

[scoopsgf]

hi beedee! im fairly new to tumblr, i only came back to my account so I could get notifications when u were gonna post a new chapter of twwc, then i became a fan of dt too, and now if she wants me. and girl! if she wants me IS THE BEST! and if anybody ask this is exactly what happens, logan, oops l*gan does not exist anymore. blazer jess and yale rory! and i loved rory being mad at her parents together, she would not have been okay with chris coming back and I cant believe the writers tried to pass that off. i love how their story started twice with ice creams. once in CoNeS when they were kids and now they're all grown up... maaaa heartttt. them being eachothers cheerleaders is why literati is meant to be, they can pull themselves up, make eachother the best versions of themselves. this entire fic had the funniest lines EVER! my favorite at the moment being "He was the equivalent of that first waffle you make to get rid of all the leftover crap in the machine." because well duh. the fic was so great and then the ending gave me whiplash. im the stupid girl should've known, should've known. but now i cant sleep, i keep thinking of all the million possibilities jess being young dad, and rory being badass journalist and the best mom. RORY WOULD BE THE BEST MOM AND NO I DONT ACCEPT ANY OTHER OPINIONS. them reading all the kids books by the first week. "no jess u cant read the baby nathaniel hawthorne and sylvia plath", literature themed family!! halloween!!! costumes!!! please please please tell me ur planning on continuing it or i might never sleep at all. i love you so so so much and this fic, but i gotta tell u my unhealthy gg, literati and tumblr addiction all traces back to you so yeah thanks! but jokes aside, ur the best and this fic was amazing, and so wonderfully written and u never fail to disappoint!!!!

HI HELLO SORRY IM GRIEVOUSLY LATE ANSWERING THIS I GOT SWAMPED THIS WEEK but yes oh my god exactly to all of this. like i simply Do Not accept season 7 as canon i don’t even like thinking about it bc it sucks. so much. everyone is ooc. i felt compelled to at least fix it a little. and YEA i am obsessed with the idea of them as a family i can’t stop thinking about it i have ‘literati in ny raising their baby’ brainrot pls send help

[devil-in-the-d3tails]

It’s the End of the World as We Know It - Chapter 1

summary: During the international quarantine in your first-ever pandemic, the people around you slowly begin to disappear. As the world grows quieter and quieter, you find yourself all alone-- no power, no friends, and only one goal: to find whoever of your friends might be left and reunite with them.You're naive to think anything can be that simple. As you're faced with ever-increasing loneliness, you run into some boys who apparently went to the same high school as you. Will you join forces with them to figure out your strange circumstances together, or will you brave loneliness in a world that is slowly crumbling apart?

Link on AO3!

words: 4,452

rating: M - Mature

genre: angst/humor, romance, adventure, apocalypse AU, reader-insert

warnings: sort of depressing content, a smidge of violence, cursing

a/n: hello, hello! this is my first fic for haikyuu (originally posted on AO3), and i wanted to post it on tumblr as well just for shits n gigs. please enjoy!

- Beginning of the End -

It was a Thursday the day everyone disappeared.

The world was quiet outside, but it was loud in your phone, on account of the international quarantine. Everyone was tweeting, making dumb videos, playing video games. You would sit in your room for hours on end, scrolling through your phone as you mourned the loss of your senior year of high school. No prom, no graduation, no more arts and crafts club. It was bad enough that your closest friend group had been disbanded before your senior year even started-- it was just bad luck, but they all left to live in different states while you were left alone in suburbia.

You stayed home with your mom while your dad went to work-- he was considered an essential worker, as he worked in the grocery store. Your mom was much more active than you, constantly cleaning or cooking or going for a walk. It was admirable, but it irritated you how she would always try and get you to interact with her activities. She did it because she was probably worried about you, and she was probably lonely. You were lonely, too-- your friends lived miles away in the vast expanse of the suburbs, and your home was tucked into the fringes of soccer mom society. Your backyard was larger than most, and it was perfect for when you would host kickbacks with your friends. Recently, however, you had no reason to use the large space.

On Thursday, you decided to put down your phone for a while and play fetch with your dog. She was the biggest and fluffiest best friend you’d ever had, a german shepherd named Indie, short for Indiana, as in the archaeologist. You thought the name was fitting, because she could find almost anything with her nose-- you and your mom had trained her to do that a few summers ago.

Your mom had gone on a walk before you decided to play fetch with the dog. You had left your phone on the kitchen table. It wasn’t until the sun began to set and you felt your arm begin to ache when you noticed that she’d been gone for a while.

You gave Indie her stick, though she sniffed and whined at you stressfully. You frowned, and let her inside as you checked your phone. A few notifications from your friends’ group chat:

 4:47pm

Kimi: Anybody else’s power go out?

Callie: omg i thought it was just Ohio!

Kimi: Nah, we got it in Connecticut, too.

Emily: New York, too!

They were asking if you had experienced the same thing.

 6:48pm

Me: i didnt notice, i was playing with indie. wbu, sami?

 Sami had moved to L.A., about two hours from your home, so you guys were able to hang out most weekends if you took the train or if she drove out to you. She didn’t even read the chat.

 6:48pm

Me: bitch i know ur in quarantine smh read my message

[Kimi, Callie, and Emily liked your message!]

 You dialed your mom’s number as you went to turn on the T.V., only to be met with static. You frowned, and surfed a few channels only to be met with more static before you turned it off. Her voicemail blared through your phone speakers, and that was when you started to worry.

You hung up, called your dad.

“Hey, honey!” He answered-- he must’ve been on break.

“Dad, did the power go out?”

“Yeah, for a couple minutes there. Did it happen at home, too?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off. Indie licked your hand, and whined some more. “Hey, mom’s not answering her phone and she’s been on a walk for a while. Like, three hours.”

“Huh.” Your dad let out a contemplative sigh. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Maybe she’s talking with the neighbors and her phone died.”

“Maybe.”

But maybe not. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and Indie could sense it as you sat on the couch. She slowly tried to inch her way into your lap, as she never really had a good idea of her own large size. You just let her and scratched her ear.

“Listen, honey, I gotta go. But we can make mac-n-cheese for dinner, how’s that sound?”

“Good, dad.” You said, biting your lip. “Okay, see you when you get home.”

Then, you hung up, and you waited for your mom.

[-]

When your dad got home, you went out to search for your mom. On your tour of the neighborhood, you came across others who had broken quarantine and were searching for their loved ones, too. Saying they went for a walk, or to the store and they didn’t come back.

Your dad remained the voice of reason, saying things like well maybe their phone died, or this is all just some big prank we’ll all laugh about later. You stayed silent.

[-]

Saturday was when your dad didn’t come home. His car was nowhere to be found, but you didn’t trust yourself to drive your mom’s car just yet. Or rather, you didn’t want to drive it because you didn’t want to be reminded that it was permanently vacant. You walked all the way to the store an hour after he was supposed to have gotten off. Manager Dan wasn’t there, either-- nobody had seen your dad at all that day; he was a no-call, no-show.

You walked all the way back home.

9:52pm

Me: my dad’s gone now too

 10:05pm

Callie: fuck.

Callie: my sister…

 10:06pm

Kimi: I still haven’t heard from Sami.

Emily: Yeah, me neither.

 10:15pm

Me: we should check in every day with each other

[Callie and Emily liked your message!]

 10:32

Me: Kimi?

 [-]

It’s Thursday again.

Emily has stopped answering by now, and the frantic search parties that used to pass by your window every now and again have stopped, too. Even Twitter is quiet-- it seems with every passing day, more and more people go silent. As you lay on your bed with Indie at your feet, you keep refreshing your feed on every social media app, but nothing changes-- all of the posts are old. It feels like your world is shrinking while at the same time expanding into a terrifying void.

 5:38pm

Me: callie?

Callie: im here.

 You breathe a sigh of relief, which turns into a sob into your pillow.

 5:39pm

Me: idk how long we’ll have wifi or even electricity.

Callie: my parents are still here. Come to ohio, seriously.

 You bite your lip. You think about Sami, and how many times she pried the truth out of you when you were sad, how she was the only one who would sing with you at karaoke, how you promised to move to New York together.

 5:39pm

Me: i have to find sami.

Callie: please just come here. We need to stick together.

Me: i’ll find sami and we’ll come to ohio. Then we go to NY to look for em and kimi.

 5:45pm

Callie: okay. Please text.

Me: i will. I promise i’ll come to ohio.

 You bite your lip, and glance at your phone’s percentage: 43%. You sigh, and put it on the charger while you go downstairs to scrounge for breakfast. You only woke up about two hours ago, though you can’t sleep much, anyways. You think to yourself how your mom would be scolding you for waking up so late.

As you eat the last poptart, Indie lays down on your feet. You toss her a couple crumbs, she eats them gratefully. You sigh, and look at your now empty pantry-- you have to try and go to the grocery store, whether you like it or not. You only have your permit, but you know that you’re a terrible driver. Still, you get up and put on shoes and grab your jacket. You probably don’t have to worry about cops or the law anymore, anyway-- you suspect everything has disappeared.

You look at yourself in the mirror; you didn’t think your outfit for the apocalypse would be sweatpants and a hoodie. With a sigh, you change into jeans and a long sleeve, layer a flannel on top of that, and your favorite jacket on top of that. It’s cold outside-- much colder than you’re used to.

Based on the incredible silence on Facebook, you figure that most of the adults have disappeared. As you drive further and further into town, you notice some obvious signs of looting from once pristine houses: trash littering lawns, doors left wide open. You get the haunting realization that you’re perhaps the only person left in your neighborhood. It’s amazing how quickly things can turn in just a few days.

When you pull up to the grocery store, you notice there’s only one other car there-- a white van, stationed by the curb and still running. You actually pull into a parking spot like some kind of society bootlicker, and cautiously put the car in park and turn off the engine.

You watch the van for a moment, slowly becoming hyper-aware of the very real possibility that you might run into robbers. Your stomach growls, and you take a deep breath. You should’ve brought Indie.

Grocery bags in hand, you exit your soccer mom minivan and lock it. Steeling your nerves, you put one foot in front of the other. As if on cue, two figures hurry out of the store, glancing behind them before they notice you. The automatic doors have long since stopped running, so they just pause in the doorway while you freeze on the curb, the fumes from the van tickling your nose.

They’re both boys holding bags you assume to be filled with groceries: both around your age, one of them has gray and black spiked hair, and eyes as wide and aware as an owl’s. The one next to him has dark, short, almost curly hair, and his gaze is calculating and cold.

You take a small step back, unsure of what to say. They seem just as apprehensive, when the van door slides open forcefully.

“Hey, what are you doing? Get in!” Another boy, this one of a larger build than the two in front of you with jet black spiked hair, snaps angrily.

“Kuroo, we have a situation.” The curly-haired boy says evenly, though he’s tense. His knuckles are white holding his bags.

“Huh?” The one who must be Kuroo says, and cranes his neck to the side to spot you. “Oh, shit.”

“U-um…” You stutter out, and you suddenly feel extremely cornered-- it’s three against one, and what if they want to take your car? What if they have some kind of weird cult and need a girl for breeding? “I’m just gonna get some-- some poptarts and leave.”

“Holy shit!!” The gray haired one seems to have broken out of his stupor, and he rushes over to you, dropping his bags and their contents on the ground in order to grab your shoulders. “Another person! A-a girl!”

“Yes, she’s a girl…” The curly-haired one sighs, puts his bags in the van and begins to gather up the other one’s forgotten groceries.

“First one I’ve seen in a while.” Kuroo grins and hops from the car to stand beside the gray-haired one who still hasn’t let go of you. You don’t have the balls to tell him to get off-- you’re not sure how dangerous these boys are. “How long have you been hiding out?”

“Come with us! We’re at the high school.” The gray-haired one beams-- how could he possibly be smiling?

You don’t know what to say, so you look away. Your voice seems to be caught in your throat, and that’s extremely frustrating-- but you’re not about to cry in front of these guys.

“Quit it, Bokuto.” The curly-haired one is eyeing you carefully, though not as if you’re a threat. He seems to be the only one that can actually sense your discomfort. The one that’s holding you-- Bokuto-- sighs, and lets you go, instead putting his hands on his hips.

“We should at least help her.” He points out, and grins down at you. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“She’s not gonna tell you. Let’s just go home.” Kuroo shrugs, and you cross your arms.

You tell them your name, if only to spite the taller one. He turns with a grin, and it only just occurs to you that perhaps, that was reverse-psychology. You huff, and look away with a little bit of a blush.

“Like I said, I just need to get poptarts and some other things and then I’m going back home.” You mutter.

“We’re wasting gas.” The curly-haired one calls, as he has already sat in the front seat.

“Hold on, Akaashi!” Bokuto calls. “Listen, there aren’t anymore poptarts in there. None whatsoever.”

Your heart breaks a little, but you keep it together.

“There’s, like, rice and stuff, but I think that’s it.” He shrugs, and turns to get into the van. You bite your lip--  might as well ask rather than waste your time wandering around all alone.

“Is there any dog food left?”

“Huh? Dog food?” Bokuto is right back in front of you. He and Kuroo speak at the same time:

“You’re gonna eat dog food?” Bokuto says. “You have a dog?” Kuroo says, and the two boys glare at each other.

“Yeah…” You say, though you still haven’t gotten an answer to your question. “I mean, I have a dog.”

“Yeah, it’s in aisle five.” You hear the one called Akaashi tell you, without even bothering to turn to look at you.

“I know that.” You snap-- your dad used to work in this store, you know it pretty damn well. Akaashi glances back at you then, probably a little surprised by your defensive tone. You huff, annoyed at yourself for being so touchy. These were the first people you met after about three straight weeks in quarantine, and they might be the only people left for miles. You need to play nice.

“My dad works here.” You explain, looking down at your shoes. Kuroo nods, exchanges a glance with Bokuto. “Well, he used to.”

A silence falls over the group-- they know. You all know, now, what it’s like to lose a parent, or any loved one, for that matter. You blink quickly to fight back any tears that might threaten to escape.

“We’re staying at Karasuno High-- it’s the high school near Flat Top.” Kuroo says. “If you want to join us, we’re kind of setting up camp there.”

“There’s more of us!” Bokuto explains. “We’re gonna find some mattresses after this to bring ‘em back so we can all stick together.”

“Oh, cool.” You say half-heartedly, unsure of why exactly they’re inviting you over as if it’s some kind of fun sleepover. “Wait, you guys went to Karasuno?”

“Yeah! You, too?” Bokuto lights up, and you look at the three boys a little closer, though you don’t seem to recognize them.

“Yeah… but I don’t think we were in the same circles.” You finally smile a little, albeit sadly, now that you’re remembering all the things you’ll never be able to return to now that school and society are essentially gone.

“You ever go to any volleyball games?” Kuroo asks, obviously encouraged by your smile. You shake your head.

Akaashi has exited the van by now with a sigh, coming to stand beside his two friends as he takes a look around. “We need to get going. If you want to join us, you know where to find us. But it’s gonna be dark soon.”

That seems to smack some sense into the other two, and they exchange glances with one another. Kuroo nods, Bokuto sighs, and the two get back into the van. Akaashi pauses, and you accidentally lock eyes with him.

His gaze betrays nothing, and you wonder for a moment how he ever became friends with these two. He reaches into the van, and pulls out a familiar blue cardboard box, gives it to you.

You take the poptarts, and glance up at him questioningly-- he puts a finger to his lips with just the hint of a smile. You smile back.

“Listen, it’s great you have a dog-- keep him close. And get home before it gets dark. And…” He glances to the side uneasily. “Get a baseball bat or something.”

A chill goes up your spine at that last part, and you frown, but nod to the boy in front of you anyways. He returns the nod, and gets in the back of the van. You both share a glance at each other one more time, and it feels as if he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. He just slides the door closed, and Bokuto waves to you out the window.

“Byee! Hopefully we’ll see you later-- hey, where’d you get those poptarts?!” Bokuto’s voice fades away as the van drives off, and you are once again left alone.

[-]

You gather a fair amount of stuff-- rope, for some reason is included in your loot. You always saw people in the movies get rope, so you figure you’ll find some use for it.

There aren’t any baseball bats, but you do find a hammer and a paring knife. It’s small, but better than nothing. You load up on the dog food, and even manage to haul two huge bags of kibble into your car. As you load it up, you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. Even though you look around and make certain that you’re the only person present, the feeling doesn’t go away. You sort of wish you’d gone with those boys now.

You aren’t surprised when the street lights don’t turn on, but you take that as your signal to leave. Even though you want to scrounge for more supplies, you don’t want to risk it. Akaashi’s words of warning hang over your head like a humid fog.

As you drive home, you can’t stop chewing on your lip. Even with your headlights on, it’s hard to see, but you don’t want to turn on your brights and draw more attention to yourself. Just get home, lock the doors, and check in with Callie.

You park the car in your backyard because the garage door won’t open-- the power’s finally gone out. You close the backyard gate and lock it as soon as you’re out of the car, but somehow you still feel uneasy.

As you enter your dark home, you softly call out Indie’s name, and you hear her scamper up to you.

���Good girl,” You whisper, and scratch her ear. You decide to leave the larger groceries in the car for now, as you don’t want to go back outside and keep making trips of transferring the supplies into your house. For now, you need to sleep so that you can ignore the hunger in your belly and stretch out your rations just a little further.

Indie guides you up the stairs and into your bedroom as you set your bag down heavily. You come across your phone with dismay, finding that it hasn’t charged at all since you left, and is now at 7%. You bite your lip, and open up the almost abandoned group chat.

 9:57pm

Me: callie im gonna come to ohio soon. I think we are gonna lose connection tho. Idk if this will even send, but ill see u in ohio. I love you.

 The message doesn’t send. You shudder out a sigh, and you’re grateful when Indie nuzzles into your side.

Your phone finally shuts off, though it’s useless now, anyway. You crawl into your bed and Indie curls up next to you, and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

[-]

“Shh!”

You jolt awake at the hissing sound that’s coming from downstairs. Indie is tense and alert, and she licks your elbow. You sit up, and vaguely note the time: 3:37am.

There’s some shuffling, and you see the beam of what you assume to be a flashlight shakily illuminate the walls downstairs. You didn’t close your bedroom door when you came in, because you assumed that you were alone.

‘Stupid…’ You think to yourself as you grip Indie’s collar. She begins to growl, but you shush her quickly, though she flattens her ears back at you. Letting out a shaky breath, you crawl off of your bed as silently as you can manage, and reach for the hammer and paring knife in your bag.

Indie follows you as you venture into the hallway, and you perch behind the bars of your stairs as the hushed conversation down below becomes clearer.

“Just find whatever food you can and let’s go.” A deep male voice cuts through the silence.

“We need to check the car! There’s nothing here.” A stranger male voice answers, and giggles. “We should find the girl instead.”

You tense, and grip the hammer a little tighter.

“I don’t care about her. I just want her stuff.” The deep voice asserts, and you wonder what you should do next. Storm downstairs and hammer them to death? You’ve never fought anybody before, let alone killed someone. Your hands are becoming clammy, and you don’t notice the pregnant pause in the conversation downstairs.

It isn’t until you see a head of brown hair come into view that you’re snapped from your thoughts. Indie can’t help herself-- she barks, and bolts down the stairs before you can stop her. The two boys yell in surprise, and you watch as she tackles the tall one with brown hair. Meanwhile, the other one comes into view-- he has large, droopy eyes with spiked red hair, and he looks excited when he catches sight of you.

“There she is!” He coos, and begins to walk upstairs. You gasp, and you know in this split second that your home is no longer yours-- you need to get away. In one fluid motion, you run into your room to grab your single bag of groceries. It’s heavy, but you don’t notice as adrenaline rushes through your veins.

When you turn to run down the stairs, the red-head catches you by both of your upper arms. He licks his chapped lips, and your knee jerks out to hit his groin. He yelps and doubles over, and you fly down the stairs.

“Indie!” You whistle, and she actually bounds from the living room over the couch, to skid by your side. You swipe the car keys off the counter, rip the sliding glass door open, and use the fob to unlock the car. You open the passenger for Indie, she leaps in as you toss the bag and your hammer and knife in behind her, you slam the door closed, and hop over the hood of the car.

As you turn to open the driver’s side door, you watch as the red-head runs in slow motion from your stairs to the exit to your backyard. You don’t breathe or shake as you turn the ignition, throw the car in reverse, then drive, and plow through your flimsy backyard gate as you push your little soccer van to its limits.

Tires skid as you swerve onto the street, and you press down so hard on the gas, that a few minutes later, you don’t register that you’re going 90 miles an hour in the suburbs. Houses pass you at incredible speed, and you ease up on the pedal when Indie licks your cheek. You stare straight ahead, and subconsciously, you drive towards your high school. Those three boys were nice to you-- they warned you, and you didn’t listen. They even tried to help you and include you, and you flat out denied them.

You slam on the brakes as you turn into Karasuno High’s parking lot. It’s only now that you realize that you didn’t fasten your seat belt, and you shut off the car with a shaky breath. The front of the school looms over you, and you wonder for a moment if they’re even here-- was it all a joke? What if they turn you away because you were such a bitch earlier? No matter how many scenarios you run through your head, you come to the same conclusion every time: you can’t go back home, and you’re already here, so you may as well investigate. You grab your hammer and get out of the car, and Indie follows behind. You close and lock the doors, pocketing the keys, and turn towards the school you’ve known for three and a half years.

The front gates are locked, of course. You wander the perimeter of the school, Indie trotting beside you the whole way. The school looks different in the dark-- it feels different, too. It’s like you’re walking in a dream, or some sort of in-between space. You shouldn’t be awake, and you definitely shouldn’t be here, but you are. It’s strange. Everything is bathed in moonlight, so it’s all a very specific shade of blue that makes you feel like you’re underwater.

You come upon the gym in the back of the school, and you’re startled to hear voices coming from inside. You tip-toe up to the doors, and Indie sniffs curiously. 

“If your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?”

“Please just go to sleep.”

“Duh!” A third voice chimes in, and the second voice groans.

“How, though?” The first voice presses.

“‘Cause your leg got cut off, dumbass.” Third voice answers.

“Where’re you gonna feel the pain?”

“In your leg…” The third voice trails off.

“Exactly, man. How’re you gonna feel the pain in your leg if--”

“--if your leg is gone?!” The first and third voice finish together, and you hear the second person groan.

“I’m going outside.” He says, and as his voice gets louder, you stumble away from the door just as it opens.

You blink rapidly and your jaw drops-- Akaashi stands in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes wide. You can’t believe they’re actually here.

“Akaashi?” Someone calls from inside. Akaashi opens his mouth to respond, but glances at Indie when she sniffs his hand curiously. He pets her absent-mindedly as his gaze wanders back to yours.

Bokuto and Kuroo pop up behind him a second later, and they’re just as surprised as Akaashi. Indie sniffs them in turn, and her tail begins to wag.

You drop your hammer with a thud, and sniffle like a toddler before letting out a sob you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“C-can I stay with you?”

[gayerthanthee]

'get to know me' tag game

Rules: answer the questions and tag people you'd like to get to know better.

Tagged by: my recent friend @heyheysey who shocked me in the notifs when i saw her actually tag me-- i really need to get used to having mutuals :O

Tagging: @raineyclouds @screaming-garbagemouth @mizuraisu @yourlocalmusicalprostitute and this is a desperate one but also @bohemian-napsodyy pls come back bby, i hope you're safe. i miss you so bad <33

also, there are some parts where i mention and talked about gender dysphoria & crisis, and death of a loved one. if it's triggering pls go on and don't read.

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Cas or Xan (like sah-n)

When is your birthday?

january 9

Where do you live?

the Philippines

Three things you are doing right now:

watching videos about genderfluid people

contemplating about the places I'll be in the future

downing 3 cups of water before bed (hydrating is sexc. do it pls.)

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

marvel - my childhood sweetheart, but i've only become really immersed during 2016! not as active anymore about it though.

queen - i always heard my parents play songs before year '90 when i was young, and what really stuck with me was listening to this band and their many songs and concerts. i joined the hype when the movie about them dropped at 2018. not much active anymore on that too.

bnha - i always saw this around but?? i only got in sometime last year or mid 2018 and religiously went binge-reading the manga during the highs of pandemic because distracting yourself from self-deteriorating thoughts is sexy. take it from me.

haikyuu - this was a random one. i knew this longer than bnha because it's popular but it wasn't as interesting to me before. but then i saw that many of the blogs i follow like hq too and then they make content and then the rest is history. i started maybe last month, haven't read the manga yet but i weirdly know things already.

How has the pandemic been treating you?

everything is constantly crazy thank you for asking. wouldn't have it any other way though.

A song you can't stop listening to right now?

Forget You by CeeLo Green

How old are you?

(UPDATE: yeah i now feel uncomfy sharing this info but yeet it's gone now srry)

School, university, occupation, other?

hope i was extra enough to excel the first semester in senior high. self-learning is difficult when you have all the time in the house to ✨succumb to vulnerable thoughts✨

Do you prefer heat or cold?

i prefer the heat. although a cold environment is really convenient especially in our country, i prefer the warmth because of the comfort it brings, along with keeping me grounded.

Name one fact others may not know about you:

I haven't exactly coped over my uncle's passing and I don't know if i did anything about it. i remember the times he was healthy and feel regret each time because i was such an ass of a kid to him back then that i think i made his life harder than what he actually deserved. he messaged me a along time ago and because i was constantly mad at him, i just left it on read, no more after that. everytime i see the conversation, it makes ny chest gape even more. i was so much angry back then that i didn't treat him as i should because yeah there were times were i was nice or neutral and helped him a lot and made him laugh a bit but still. wow im shaking just typing this. i now message him every once in a while even though he's gone. like a delusional way to connect with him even though it's too late.

Are you shy?

not much, no. I may worry about what someone significant to me may think about me though. but otherwise i'm chill and tired 25/8

Pronouns

she/he/they. my sex is female and it feels so right being genderfluid but i feel like i'm just too influenced by my country's homophobic tradition and society norm for me to accept myself? it's really tight here, I haven't even come out yet. being an Asian is hard.

biggest pet-peeves?

people commenting on my 'femininity'. pls drop it, i'm not comfortable being told i look better in a dress and i should act more womanly-like. i will manspread while also maintain good hygiene thank you very much. it's not because i may identify as male, but because gender roles is a big joke, okay? like sure this is my sex but i can also be a good boy or look sleek in a suit. it's confusing but it's not that hard. dresses are nice but they're not for me to wear just because i'm 'a girl'. is it obvious I have gender dysphoria??

What is your favorite "dere" type?

don't actually have one. they're all equally cool, i just don't have a preference. tsundere's are more above for me though.

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

it fluctuates from 4 to 7 like my gender. life is a wheel. you're on the low and it all goes up from here, but then you'll also be grounded and the cycle goes again.

What's your main blog?

this, @gayerthanthee , I have sideblogs but they aren't really relevant? i don't even remember why i made them?

List your side blogs and what they are used for:

homemade-genius - oh i did this because i tried to be funny and make some jokes. apparently i do not even have the ENERGY and MEMORY to post in it, so what made me think I even have humor too??

cas-xx - ick did this when i used to simp for some guy back in junior year. i still cringe to this day—not because i made a sideblog, but because i actually?? had the guts to simp for a straight cis-male who was also materialistic and firmly believed and follows gender-roles? it always makes me bleaurgh.

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

please consider that while i'm not picky with my gender, i still do not like being considered a female only, and because of society norms. we the gays are OUTSIDE the society norms. i would always rather being called handsome over beautiful. also pls consider i have gender dysphoria and crisis. it's crazy.

p.s. it's long overdue and i'm real sorry. i had to shut off from the world to finish my tasks and projects. and now i'm finally done!! thank you sey 🥺 this is my first time being tagged in a get to know me!!

[mooncademia]

Fic Teaser--Bakugou x reader

A/n: Dropping in to show a snippet of fic teaser for the wip that i am about to release this week or next week!! For the lads out there waiting for the aizawa fic that i posted a teaser for, i’d be posting that one soon after posting this one!! tysm to everyone...enjoy this little excerpt!!

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Pairing ~ Bakugou x reader 

Warnings! ~ language! bakugou being jealous hehe! 

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Bakugou grunts as he ruffled his blonde hair messily, feeling impatient that he hasn’t received any news about your arrival yet. He leans over to his desk to grab his water bottle, but right before he unscrews the cap, his phone vibrates loudly on his desk and he immediately drops the water bottle and unlock his phone.

Finally! After so many weeks of you being away…you were finally here. Closer to him.

Bakugou impatiently swiped right to unlock his phone and saw your message.

[Y/N} 7:56 p.m

At Narita, finally 🥴

Bakugou lips twitch a smile when he saw the emoji. Yeah, a 14 hour flight isn’t really the most comfortable, huh? He quickly replied back, his thumbs running with speed.

[Bakugo] 7:56 p.m:

How was the flight?

A few minutes past, no response. Bakugou shrugged, a smile still on his face knowing that you were safely here at Tokyo now, and in a few hours, he will be able to see you at the welcome-home party that Yaoyoruzu is preparing at the very moment in her godly -rich mansion.

But, before Bakugou rests his phone back on his desk, hundreds of notifications blew up on his phone and he checks his insta story to see what Mina, Uraraka, and Tsuyu posted. After all, they were currently at the airport picking you up.

Bakugou clicks on Mina’s latest insta story, his heart throbbing in excitement to finally see you until—

His face fell.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW YOU TWO WERE DATING!,” Mina squealed in the short clip captioned: “I WAS RIGHT! @ yomamao u owe me $20 bucks 😘😘!” Her phone went flying everywhere that it makes the video awfully blurry. But Bakugo already caught it and oh did he feel sour in the mouth.

You looked as beautiful as ever, with your simple yet stylish slightly crop cream-T and gray sweatpants. Even though your eyes looked a bit dazed as if you had just woken up, you looked so cute to his eyes.

But what made Bakugou’s emotion shift so fast was not of you. Of course not!! How could he ever?!

No.

 It was who you were walking with.

Bakugou clicked next on Mina’s insta story, hoping in that split millisecond that it was not who he think it is. Not the person in his mind that keeps bugging him after seeing so many headlines on the news of the two of you working together in New York and LA. It can’t be him? Right?

Right?!!!

But Bakugou’s guts knew way fucking better. And his eyes grew angry when he saw the pro-hero, Yo Shindo standing next to you. Wrapping you closely in his arms with a smirk plastered on his face. And you looked just as pleased too as Mina caught you laughing with Shindo so lovingly before running towards Mina with your arms wide open.

“Wow,” Bakugou heard Tsuyu gleefully whisper next to Mina. “He’s even more hot in real life! Why the hell can’t I find men like that?!”

Mina continues to wobble the phone, which makes Bakugou want to shout at the device on his hand to stop! moving! But alas, the next clip that was just posted 16 seconds ago, he sees you with your arms wide open, giving all your girlfriends a hug. 

“Aw, I miss you guys so much!!” You squealed. Bakugou could no longer see “dunce-face pretty boy” anymore but he knew he was with you and Bakugou’s stomach drop.

Ah, Yo Shindo. The pro-hero who study abroad in New York after high school for an internship at a country-famous agency, second best from Captain Celebrity (who was #1 hero in the U.S!!). And since his debut in America, it wasn’t long until he became a famous pro-hero in the States. 

And surely enough, when you flew to NY and LA to collaborate with Yo Shindo, news broke out nation wide in America about the two of you working together that Japan also starred the news on television one day. And those past weeks while you were gone, Bakugou had to suffer from all the pictures that the paparazzi took in New York and Los Angeles. And he admit it. He spent many nights awake, changing his VPN to U.S.A on his computer (thank you Kaminari for the tip!) to read and watch CNN, New York Times, and any other newsline that starred or mentioned you and Yo Shindo, hoping to grasp any updates about you.

But now you were finally here in Tokyo…with a party more than 1. And as Bakugou closes Instagram, he closes his eyes to calm himself down aka, reassuring yourself that you and Yo Shindo is definitely no more than just friends…

Who spent more than a month together in the States…

And flew back to Tokyo together in the same flight…

Yeah…not helping....

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A/N: im almost done writing but i have this weird voice in my head that it should be a bakugou x reader (plus x yo shindo on the side...) A love triangle may it be, maybee! We’ll see how it goes out ;) 

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Thurs 10 Oct

LIGHTS UP

And on the second day of promo Harry gave to us heart failure positive reinforcement! Happy Mental Health day, said Harold, as he subjected to us to anxiety the likes of which this fandom hasn't suffered in years. Like a release time announcement would kill you?? Anyway... Doyouknowwhoyouare dot com was discovered to be a delightful meme generator machine wherein you enter y/n and are told who you are! (and "TPWK, love, H") The 94 (!!!) possible answers are mostly mild and encouraging (Brave, Fantastic), some a little kickier (Free, A sweet creature, A whole snack, The bee's knees), and some a little... less encouraging? (Off your rocker, Impressively loud, the disappointing Reliable...) Harry himself (Up to no good, A legend, One of a kind) was all over, liking posts ('@Harry release new music'), following fans (and a band, Cannons), commenting on things and even posting! In reply to "I guess therapy can wait... HS2 and tour can't" he said, "go to therapy it's important. I'll wait for you" with the world mental health day hashtag, mhmm. Well maybe the hashtag isn't the thing and it's the 'go to therapy' part we should be looking at... Watching us go wild with the meme site, he added a "haaaaang on a second" to someone's 'HS2 tickets: you are free version.' He posted the DYKWYA image to his insta stories, Columbia posted it to theirs, Harris Reed posted a blue version to theirs, Harris (Creative) and Harry Lambert (Cheeky) posted their meme results. An Aussie DJ (Enthusiastic) invited fans to call in to get to introduce the new single, seemingly confirming that DYKWYA is the single title (as did an unverified Genius page), but it seemed he was just going off fan rumors. And sure enough... well we'll get to that. News articles about all this (and hoo boy is it getting press) all say that it's an album he's teasing anyway. About fifteen minutes before midnight UK time Spotify updated the covers of multiple playlists, including the New Music Fri list, with Harry pictures (new pics! HS2 pics!) prompting absolute pandemonium and nail biting awaiting the hour... and then nothing happened. Were you hoping Harry missed your embarrassing freakout? (Not alone) He was spotted on the street tonight in London, he might have still been out? Lol nope! He was right there lurking: after the chaos died down he liked a punny tweet and one from a stressed out fan. And then did things calm down while we all waited for midnight Eastern? No ma'am! They did not! Then spotify sent! out! notifications! Saying Listen Now to Harry Styles' new single Lights Up! The links did not work of course but UMM!! And that friends is where we're leaving you, tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion...(all of us in therapy for our anxiety)

Louis (Impressively loud, A sweet creature) posted a cute selfie to his story. Stellar Magazine, coming out Sunday, has a Louis interview. Tickets for the Nashville show went on sale this morning, I hope everyone trying for them got good ones! The poor Mexican fans, on the other hand, (Determined) are locked in an epic struggle for Telehits tickets: the passes are free but you have to win them through the Telehits TV show by answering questions via email and hoping for the best. Add in two 1D boys? 80k emails and a crashed system! 80 of 60,000 tickets have been distributed thus far. I'm truly praying for y'all and that website (Trying your best) in this stressful time. The good Telehits news: the show will be streamed live! In HQ! Hell yes.

Niall (Sassy, Loyal) was papped in NYC and continued to have interviews air but mostly stuck to his announced break. The media went heavy on OooOo Niall and Selena Gomez?? even going so far as to publish pictures claiming they were of Selena arriving at Niall's LA home: Niall's assistant Tara (Reliable) replied to a tweet being like uh isn't Niall in NY to say yes that was correct, they were in NY, with a pic and everything. Niall boosted Shawn Mendes (Extra) singing NTMY and let us know about a NTMY insta filter that allows us all to pretend we're wearing shades in the rain, why Niall. Why.