#I hope I made since lol cause they seem to keep bringing up fantasy classes and just fanatsy up in general but maybe the online manager just

[sillayplinker]

Wait… do you think that maybe the murder of sonic the hedgehog was a test of the waters of sort for maybe a longer more spread out game? like sega keeps bringing up d&d like things to do with the characters and sonic in general so it seems like they are possibly hinting at something..

I mean it’s obviously a stretch. just kinda a thought cause a point and click seems ideal for that sort of silly spinoff. Tho they could just make an actual 3d game for that, they’ve done it before with secret of the rings on the black knight.

Also if they were hinting for a point and click fantasy spin-off they hinted pretty early on lol if they weren’t already working on it during / before mosth

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Soulmate au: Denki’s tattoo is covered up by Jirou and you both don’t know your soulmates. Jirou tried dating him but he rejects and says that he likes you.( prob why she did that) He still refuses even after seeing the fake mark lmao!!!!! I’m hating on Jirou rn

Denki Kaminari x Reader

AU’s: Soulmate tattoo au, college au

Words: 4074

Warnings: Manipulation, loss of friendship, angst on Jirou’s part, fluff on your part :) i didn’t know which character to follow and keep switching lolol

Summary: You and Jirou are best friends, but everything changes when Jirou realizes you and her crush, Kaminari, share soulmate tattoos. She tries her best to keep you apart… 

A/N: Literally I haven’t STOPPED thinking of this request since it came in however long ago. I sat down and wrote it and lowkey didn’t realize how long it got haha. Lol why all the hate on Jirou my dude? XD

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You and Jirou have been best friends through thick and thin. From elementary school to U.A, you’ve been together to experience all of life’s biggest moments. You were there when Jirou nailed her first gig, you both took pictures together at all of your homecoming dances, and you’ve taken more road trips together than you’d care to count. 

It was no surprise to either of your families when you decided to dorm together at the same university. Some friends find that when they become roommates that their living habits are incompatible; not you and Jirou. With everything you’ve been through together, you regarded her more of a sister than a friend. 

Jirou trusted you with all of her insecurities, and you trusted her with all of your secret thoughts. You knew that soulmates existed, but never would you have thought you’d be lucky enough to organically find an additional best friend soulmate! You often joked with her about it: “What if we actually secretly have the same tattoo and we never knew?” You’d both laugh, knowing how ridiculous that would be.

Soulmate tattoos only develop after you’ve first interacted with your soulmate, and seeing as you and Jirou have known each other for most of your lives, you both knew that the joke held no weight. However, this did mean that the both of you had a very real chance of never meeting your soulmates or seeing your tattoos develop. It was a sad thought, but a reality that many people face. But you both were still young and in college, and you were hopeful that you had plenty of time.

Even if you did never find your one true soulmate, you knew you at least had a friend like Jirou who you could live your life with. There was no one else in the world you’d rather spend time with, and you knew if and when your actual soulmate came along that they’d have to learn to share.

Truthfully, you were more in love with the idea of soulmates than Jirou. Where you tended to hold what people would call ‘hopelessly romantic fantasies,’ Jirou considered herself a realist and didn’t mind the idea of finding love that wasn’t divinely ordained. It was a growing practice to date without tattoos, and over time the importance of them seemed to lose its touch. Still, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to give your prospective soulmate some time before you give up on it.

The universe, however, always was a lover of irony! Just your luck that Jirou was the one looking to date but you were always the one getting hit on. You knew it frustrated her, though she would never say. You knew, and while you did your best to hide it, you couldn’t help feeling excited each opportunity a tattoo might develop only to feel disappointed when it never showed. You were both luckless in love, but you were luckless together, and that made it a little better. 

That was, until Jirou met some guy majoring in computer science named Denki Kaminari. You’ll never forget her face when she got home that night; she was all grins, and you couldn’t help but tease her about it. You were excited for her, you truly were! She had sat across from you on your bed while she told you all about how they had sat next to each other in a math class. 

You watched her lips twitch up as she described how he cracked jokes at her throughout the class while she struggled to stifle laughs. Finally, she told you that they were going to hang out the following night, and you screamed while giggling as if you were little kids again.

You helped Jirou pick out the right outfit, sitting on your bed while she tried on clothes for you. You helped straighten her hair while she carefully drew on a thin line of eyeliner. And then, like a parent sending their daughter off, you waved her out the door in your sweatpants and slippers. 

Eventually, one hang out turned into many, and Jirou confessed to you that they had become rather good friends. You remember feeling a little disappointed. “Only friends?” you had asked her while she nodded her head. But, she assured you that she was happy about just being friends with Kaminari. And with a warm smile, you believed her.

After a month, stories of the mysterious Denki Kaminari were no longer satisfying. “Jirou!” you practically pounced on her when she came home from her music theory class. “Take me to lunch with you! I wanna meet your friend!”

Jirou looked at you, and though her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she could find no excuse not to agree. Playing with her earlobe, she nodded her head. “Uh, sure! I’m leaving now, though, I just came to drop off my bag. Are you sure you're ready?” 

Hopping away from her, you scrambled to throw on your shoes and fix your hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready!” you reassured her, grabbing your keys and your phone. Looping your elbow around hers, you grinned. “I can’t wait to meet your friend! You talk about him so much.”

Jirou nodded, walking with you across campus to the cafeteria she agreed to meet him at. As you walked, you asked her how her class was; you let her speak even though you had no idea what sort of musical things she was talking about. 

Finally reaching the cafeteria, you followed Jirou in and scanned the tables, trying to pick out Kaminari based on the description Jirou had rehearsed to you all those times. “There,” you heard Jirou say before she stepped past you. You followed her quickly, peeking around her back to finally see with your own eyes who this famous friend was.

Your eyes caught his hair first; it was a golden yellow, a bright color that fit the wide grin on his face. Reaching the table, you couldn’t help but inhale sharply. The boy was devilishly handsome, and Jirou’s words had not done him enough justice. 

“Hey Jirou!” Kaminari drew out his greeting, standing up to give her a sideways hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she got embarrassed and shoved him off her. You could tell that in the time they’ve known each other that they’ve gotten close. “Who’s this?” Kaminari was the one to bring you up, and you gasped.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologized, smiling. “I’m (Y/n), Jirou’s friend. Sorry for intruding on your lunch, I hope you don’t mind!” You stuck your hand out to shake his, and when your skin touched you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

He held your hand a little longer before letting it go, his smile meeting his eyes. “Not at all!” he said warmly. “Especially not someone as cute as you! Jirou, you should bring your friends along more often!” You laughed, a little bashful, before taking your seat. Jirou only rolled her eyes, choosing to sit across from you next to Kaminari.

“So you can hit on all of them? Yeah, gross, stay away,” Jirou spoke, causing both you and Kaminari to laugh.

“Ouch, didn’t know you were so protective of them,” Kaminari feigned hurt. “I’m not that bad, am I?” His eyes were teasing.

Jirou tched, smirking slightly. “Oh, you’re the worst.” 

Before you could feel too awkward and left out, Kaminari turned back to you. “So (Y/n)! What’s your major?” You told him, and continued the conversation with a few questions of your own. You both got to know each other rather well, and after only a few minutes of talking you realized why Jirou liked hanging around with him so much. 

You were talking so much that your throat was beginning to get dry. You didn’t notice how much time had gone by, talking with Kaminari was just so easy. Suddenly Jirou cut into the conversation. You had almost forgotten she was there. “(Y/n), don’t you have class starting soon?”

You blinked, and a quick glance at your phone had you scrambling to collect your things. “Crap, thanks Jirou!” you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Kaminari, it was lovely to meet you! We should all hang out again soon.” 

Kaminari smiled, a look of amusement on his face as you quickly grabbed your keys and phone from the table. “Denki works fine. And totally! Before you go, take my number.” You exchanged contact information, too busy rushing to notice the look Jirou had on her face. Waving goodbye to both of them, you hurried to class. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened the next day.

“JIROU!!!!” you screamed from the bathroom. Jirou practically fell out of her bed, reaching the bathroom just as you opened the door. Steam from your shower leaked out from the bathroom into your bedroom. You held a white towel around your body, your hair still coated in shampoo. 

“What, what happened?!” Jirou asked, worried. You had a strange expression on your face, wide eyes and a slight flush to your cheeks. With a trembling hand, you lifted your arm to reveal a small design on your wrist. Jirou’s heart seemed to jolt violently as her eyes traced the tiny outline of a lightning bolt on your skin. “I-Is that…?” she couldn’t seem to finish the question.

“Yes!” you screamed again, laughing. Despite the wet towel covering your body, you gave Jirou a tight hug which she returned. Excitedly jumping together, you gushed for a few moments over the tattoo before Jirou forced you to finish your shower. 

Once she heard the water go back on, Jirou let her face fall. It couldn’t be because you met Denki yesterday, was it? The universe would have to be cruel to pair you with the one person she’d managed to fall in love with. “No,” she reassured herself with a hushed voice. “(Y/n) had a class yesterday where they met tons of new people. With 50 people in there, it’s much more likely that they met their soulmate there.” 

Jirou sat back down on her bed, reasoning with herself as she waited for you to finish showering. She rehearsed that same line over and over in her head so that she could tell you it when you got out again. You met them in your class. You met them in your class.  

That night, Jirou was getting ready to leave. You watched as she threw on a hoodie and slid on the converse she had converted into slip ons. “Where are you off to?” you asked curiously. “Going to see Denki?” Jirou didn’t miss the way your voice raised with interest at his name.

With her back to you, you didn’t see the way she rolled her eyes. “No,” she said casually. “Just going to the music practice room again.” She peeked back to see you nod your head and reimmerse yourself into the Netflix show playing on your laptop. Releasing a small, relieved sigh, Jirou left before you could ask any more questions. It wasn’t that she liked lying to you, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated about how chummy you and Denki have gotten recently. The fact that you developed a soulmate tattoo didn’t help either. Besides, he had texted her specifically to come over, not you. She was excited for some alone time with him.

Walking down the familiar path to his dorm building, Jirou let the cool air calm her worries. Trying to reassure herself, she made her way up to Denki’s room and knocked on the door. She barely finished before the door swung open and he pulled her in. “Denki, what?!” Jirou cried, startled.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here, Jirou! You walk like a grandma!” Kaminari said jokingly as he closed the door.

Jirou snorted, her heart warming. Right now, it felt like it did before she introduced you to Denki. Just the two of them in his room, joking around. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, taking a seat on the beanbag that she’s come to love. “So what’s with the urgent texting?” she prodded, a teasing smile forming on her face. “Forgot the notes in class again?”

Kaminari scoffed, crossing his arms with a smile. “No,” he said. “That was one time… okay maybe two. But, no, I texted you because of this!” Jirou felt her heart shatter before Denki even rolled up his sleeve all the way. No way. There was no way. But, the ink didn’t lie. There, on his wrist, was the same small lightning bolt that Jirou had seen that afternoon on your skin. 

Jirou swallowed the heartbreak in her throat, keeping a calm face. “You got a soulmate tattoo?” she asked softly. Denki nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Can you believe it!? These are like… super rare now! I swear, I thought I was gonna go my whole life without ever meeting my soulmate. But look!” Jirou didn’t want to look. “That means they’re here on campus somewhere. I interacted with them! Can you believe it?” 

Jirou could only manage to nod her head, but it seemed enough for Denki who was dominating the conversation.

“Jirou,” Denki said, his smile audible in his voice. “What do I do? I have no idea what to do!” Jirou’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She took a few seconds before she started to answer, willing the tears in her eyes to stay put. 

“Well, Denki…” she started, and at the serious tone in her voice he quieted. “It’s not really popular anymore to have a soulmate.” The venom in her words was hidden perfectly, and he didn’t seem to pick up on it as he slowly spoke.

“What are you saying?” he asked, the excitement gradually dying in his voice. 

Jirou couldn’t help the words coming from her mouth. “It’s out of fashion, Denki. People are going to think you’re shallow if you wave that around.” Seeing the pain spark in his eyes, Jirou swallowed. “Most people just ignore it and date whoever, you know?” 

Denki was silent, tracing one finger over the mark on his wrist gently. “I mean,” Jirou continued, “you could keep it but… I really wouldn’t. Here, let me help you hide it.” Denki still didn’t say anything as Jirou began to dig the foundation out from her bag. 

Bringing the chair closer to Denki’s, Jirou gingerly grabbed his hand and began to blot away the small tattoo. The concealer was slightly off color, but it was enough to do the trick. Satisfied with her work, she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. “S-See?” she spoke, breaking the silence. “Just like normal.”

“Yeah,” Denki mumbled finally. Jirou didn’t like seeing him this dejected, but she knew that it had to be done. She knew she could make him happy if he just… noticed her. 

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Jirou offered. Denki lifted his head slightly, eyes dull. “I’ll play a movie. You know… like old times!” Getting no yes or no from Denki, Jirou put a movie on while he sat on his couch. Turning off the lights, Jirou grabbed a blanket and plopped down next to him. As the movie played, she noticed how he kept glancing down at the covered tattoo on his wrist. With a dash of annoyance, Jirou curled up closer to him. He’ll forget about it, she knew. He’ll have her, and he’ll forget all about you before he ever got the chance to know you.

After that day, Jirou tried to keep you from Denki as best as she could. She was the only one who knew about both of your tattoos, so as long as neither of you found out, she should be able to get away with it. She’d ask you about different classmates to throw you off. “Did he have the mark?” “No…” “Maybe it was that other classmate then!” And for a while, this seemed to work… on the surface. 

No doubt you were becoming exasperated about finding your soulmate. You retraced your steps many times, but still, you couldn’t find them! As for Denki, Jirou could tell that he was still thinking about his mark. He tried to be present whenever they hung out, but his mind always seemed to drift. The worst part was when you asked about one other. “When will I see Denki again?” “Is (Y/n) gonna be there?” Gosh, it was insufferable! You only met one time and it’s like you’re already in love! 

Having enough of it, Jirou devised a plan. While you were out at class, she walked to your desk and borrowed one of your black sharpies. Carefully with the thin tip, Jirou traced out the delicate shape of a lightning bolt on her wrist. You flaunted it around enough where she had a pretty good mental image of it. 

Satisfied with her work, Jirou capped the pen and rubbed at it to make sure it was set in place. Reaching for her phone, Jirou texted Denki. We need to talk. I’ll be over in 5 minutes. She was already halfway to his place when he finally replied with a simple ‘okay.’ Knocking on his door, Jirou invited herself in the instant it opened. 

“Are you okay?” Denki asked, concerned. Jirou said nothing, only walking to the center of the room before turning to face him.

“Denki,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t reveal it sooner but… I was worried about ruining our friendship.” Silently, she raised her wrist to reveal the forged tattoo. Denki watched, eyes widening as they landed on the small lightning bolt. 

He went to speak but Jirou quickly cut him off. “I know I told you to cover yours up but honestly… I was dumb. I was scared. But I’m not scared anymore and I’m ready to be with you. We’re soulmates, Denki…” Jirou smiled nervously. “We’re meant to be together!”

Denki was speechless, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ahh, wow, Jirou,” he said finally, an awkward chuckle falling from his lips. “I-I… I don’t know what to say.” Jirou felt her nerves wrack through her.

“You don’t have to say anything. We can just… continue like we were! We were practically dating anyways…” At this, Denki seemed to jump, startled. Jirou’s mouth went dry.

“W-Woah woah woah,” Denki defended himself quickly, waving his hands in front of him. “We weren’t dating before… b-besides, Jirou. I’m flattered, really but… I… I already have a date with (Y/n) in a bit.” 

Jirou stopped breathing for a moment. “W-What?” Jirou had forgotten that you both exchanged numbers… did that mean you both had started to hang out without her? Wait… no. He didn’t know about your tattoo, there was no way. “Can’t you cancel? Denki, look at my wrist!” 

Denki sighed, the nervous smile falling from his face. “Jirou, look. Weren’t you the one who said that soulmates didn’t mean anything anymore? Well… maybe you’re right. The truth is, you’re a good friend! But, soulmate or not, we just don’t… have chemistry like that. I’m sorry. Please don’t make this worse than it has to be.” 

Jirou couldn’t move. Her brain seemed to stop firing completely at his words. After a moment of waiting for a response, Denki sighed. “I’m sorry. But, uh… I actually have to go meet (Y/n) so…” he checked his watch. “I don’t wanna rush you, so just lock the door before you leave? ...text me later. We can talk more later if you need.” 

And then, just like that, he was gone through the door. Jirou’s hands fell limp at her sides, staring where Denki once stood. She felt her knees buckle before she hit the ground, a silent sob rippling through her. Angrily, she scrubbed raw at her wrist, only barely smudging the ink. Her phone buzzed tauntingly, your name lighting up her screen like salt to the wound. Vision blurred with tears, she blocked your call.

“Aww man, Jirou!” you hissed under your breath at the sound of her voicemail, pulling the phone from your ear. With a sigh, you set the phone on your lap, your legs swinging gently off the bench. Right now, you could have used a word or two or encouragement from your friend.

Sure, you knew you hadn’t told her about the date yet, but were you really at fault? Jirou had grown oddly distant recently, and you barely had a chance to speak to her these days. She was always running off to the practice room, though you had a feeling she may have been lying a few times about it.

At first she’d been happy to help you find your soulmate, helping you pick out which guy to investigate. But once you ran out of classmates, she seemed to abandon the search all together! You could only think of one other person… the boy who you were currently waiting to meet on the campus bench. 

You and Denki had been texting ever since you exchanged numbers, though this was going to be the first time you saw each other since your first meeting. It seemed rude to hang out together without Jirou, but by now your curiosity had overcome your sensitivity. All you had to do was look at his wrist. You just had to know… 

“(Y/n)?” you heard a voice call your name, and you looked up to see none other than Denki Kaminari walking towards you. He seemed a little on edge, but one flash of your smile and he seemed to relax completely. 

“Denki! Hey! Good to see you again,” you chirped, standing up to give him a hug. Though this was technically only your second meeting, you felt as though you practically knew him already from all of your late night conversations. 

His arms hung around you for a little longer than an ordinary hug would have lasted, but you liked the way it felt nonetheless. Pulling away, your smile softens a bit. “So…” you start slowly, your voice adopting a tone of apology. “This may seem a little strange or old-fashioned…but I think it’s worth a shot.” 

You watched Denki’s expression carefully, his eyes willing you to continue. You bashfully played with your thumbs. “Do you… do you think I could see your wrist?” You watched his eyes widen, and immediately fear you overstepped a boundary. 

“A-Ah,” you stutter, quickly back-tracking. “I swear I’m not a weirdo, it’s just--!! Here, look.” Without a question, you push up your sleeve and offer your wrist to him, revealing the small thunderbolt tattoo. 

Denki’s breath hitches, and you observe his reaction carefully. “No way,” he mutters breathily. “Thats--” 

“A soulmate tattoo, I know,” you laughed softly, already beginning to drop your wrist. “They’re rare, but I got lucky! Well, not too lucky. I can’t find them anywhere! That’s why I, you know...” Denki didn’t move, and you were beginning to suspect he didn’t have what you were looking for. 

“Sorry for making it weird. I didn’t mean to lead you on, it’s just that… I need to find them. I’m sorry, maybe I should--” 

“No, wait!” Denki cut you off, catching your wrist as you turned to leave. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as he turns your wrist over to stare at your mark again. After a moment, he wordlessly turns over his own wrist, and with a few hard scrubs… reveals his own hidden tattoo.

You feel a mix of emotion at the sight, gently taking his wrist in both of your trembling hands. “I-It is you…” you gasp. “But you covered it up.” Hearing your voice droop slightly, Denki takes your hands in his own.

“I didn’t want to,” Denki explained quickly. “I think we’ve both been misled.” 

You paused a moment before realization dawned on you. “D-Do you mean that… that Jirou?” Denki nodded, taking you into another tight hug.

Face pressed into his chest, you allow yourself to be washed over by his warmth. He smelled like lemongrass and lavender, and the feeling of his lips pressing against your hair filled you with an indescribable tenderness.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he said, a choked laugh sounding from his chest. “I found you, (Y/n). I found you.”

[mhashorts]

When Our Eyes Meet

Inspired by mmajjyc’s art on TikTok.

Pairing : God Izuku Midoriya x Reincarnated Katsuki Bakugou

Prompt : God falls in love with a mortal, only to lose him. The reincarnation of his lover slowly remembers him after making eye contact with a painting.

Genre : Romance, Fantasy, Anime

Word Count : 1,550....I think.

It was a sudden visit to the museum, nothing interesting to be expected besides the random pieces of art made years ago by artists known and unknown. And some new pieces of modern art of course. Eijirou thought this trip would be a great outing, something different from the amusement parks, arcades, and movie theater. He also needed the visit so he could write the 5-page essay on specific pieces of art for his college class that was due in two days. Not like he was going to tell any one of his friends that though. Unbeknownst to him, Denki and Katsuki did know the moment Eijirou pulled out his notebook from his backpack once they stepped foot on the museum’s front steps. They just did not want to ruin the positive atmosphere.

Grumbling as the trio walks further into the museum, Katsuki separates himself from his friends but stays close from behind as they enter the Japanese God’s and Goddesses exhibition first. There were a decent amount of people examining the art and sculptures, silently speaking amongst themselves. Some even attempting to sneak a few pictures of the angels in the paintings.

Eijirou and Denki walked at a fair pace, catching glimpses of everything here and there. Coming up to a huge mural-like portrait painting, Katsuki stops in his tracks and stares up into the eyes that suddenly caught his attention. He stays fixated on this piece of art that displayed a crying angel, paying no mind to his friends who continued walking, leaving him behind.

Deciding he wanted to know more, out of pure curiosity, he calls out to Eijirou. “Oi. Shitty hair, give me the guidebook.” He demands, not sparing him a glance as his focus stayed on the painting. “I wanna know who this is.” Eijirou turns to him (as well as Denki) and brings the book up to his face, flipping through the pages.

Finding the right page, he reads it out to his friend who was ready to listen. “It’s a representation of Izuku, The God of Peace. He answered people’s prayers and was worshipped in all Japan in ancient times.” “One day he fell in love with a mortal, and he was banished from the god realm.” An image of Izuku with a huge smile flashed through Katsuki’s memory suddenly, causing him to shudder. He did not know why but it felt like déjà vu to him. Like he has experienced seeing that smile before in person.

“Legend says he is among us, trying to find the reincarnation of his long-lost lover… who remains unknown?”

Katsuki’s eyes stayed on the face of the green haired angel and his eyes widen as another memory flashes through his brain once more. This memory was vividly clear to the point a single tear fell down his cheek. He shakes his head to rid the memory, but it was no use. Then he recalls the dreams he had that he never remembered the morning after. Unable to tear his eyes away from the green ones that stared back, Katsuki jumps to the touch of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He turns to them with teary eyes. Eijirou and Denki stand their shocked, not knowing what to do since this was the first time seeing their hardheaded friend so emotional.

“Are you okay Bakubro?” Eijirou asks, “Did I say something wrong?”

Katsuki uses his sleeve to wipe his tears and shoves his way past the two.

“Woah. I didn’t know he cried. He’s usually so kept.” Denki states, watching his friend leave the exhibit. He looks at Eijirou, “I’m worried. Should we go after him?”

It doesn’t take the red-haired friend more than two seconds to respond, “Just give him a minute. I think he needs to be by himself for a while. I’m sure he’ll message us if he goes home.”

“Okay.” The two continue their visit.

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Katsuki makes his way out of the museum in a rush, not caring if he bumped into anyone on accident. He was somewhat thankful that his friends did not follow him out, not wanting to break down even more in front of them. He treks down the stupidly long cement set of stairs and when he finally reaches the last step, he trips over his own feet. With no way to prepare himself for impact, he closes his eyes, only for him to land in a pair of sturdy arms.

“Woah. Are you okay?” The person who caught him asks, helping him to his feet. “These stairs seem to be a little steep. There should be a sign that says, ‘watch your step’. Haha.” He jokes before pulling his hands away from Katsuki. Looking up, the two make eye contact and the memory floods back.

~Flash Back~

Izuku’s face was covered in dirty tears as he held his lover in his arms, his face buried in the ash-blonde hair that was now stained red. He screamed out to the gods, begging for forgiveness so he could heal his dying lover. Alas, the gods did not respond to his cries. He rocked his dear Katsuki, kissing his face over and over in hopes that the gods and goddesses saw his pain.

“Don’t die on me. I cannot live on this world without you. I just can’t.” He pulls him closer, “Please Kacchan. Please.”

Katsuki lets out a small cough, placing his hand on Izuku’s tear stained face. “I wish I could, but I don’t have immortality like you, my love.” He whispers, “Or else I would walk on this earth with you for eternity.”

“No. Not like this Kacchan. I won’t let you die.” “I can’t be healed, whether it be from the gods or yourself.” Izuku cries get harder, “This is all my fault. If I didn’t fall in love with you, you would be living peacefully.”

“Yet here we are.” Katsuki coughs, “It’s not your fault Deku. None of this was your fault. I fell in love with you, and nothing could come between that, not even the gods. Please, do not blame yourself.” More coughs erupt and blood falls past Katsuki’s lips.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Izuku apologizes. Katsuki uses the last of his strength to bring Izuku’s head down so their foreheads touch.

“What did I say Deku? Don’t apologize.” He grunts, “We will meet again. And when we do, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

“O-of course.” The two share a final kiss and once Izuku pulls away, Katsuki’s body falls limp.

“Got damn you!” He shouts up at the sky, crying harder. “I did nothing wrong but fall in love with someone who had a heart! You all would do the same if you were in my place. You let me keep my immortality but at what cost. To see my suffering for falling in love!”

He looks down at Katsuki’s body once more, “When our eyes meet. I’ll see you again Kacchan.”

~End of Flashback~

Reality sets back in and Katsuki is in shock. He does not break away and looks deeper into the familiar green eyes. “Deku?”

Izuku, equally shocked, slowly starts breaking out into tears. “Kacchan? Is that you?”

Engulfing Katsuki into a hug, he brings his hands to the ash-blonde hair. Soft and spikey, same as before. He pulls away for a second, examining the face he dreamed about every night. The lips he remembered kissing. The eyes he stared into for hours on end. “Please tell me you remember me.”

Katsuki smiles back, “I do. It’s cloudy but I do my Deku.”

“Yes. I’m your Deku.” He laughs through the tears, hugging his lover again. “It’s been so long Kacchan. I almost lost hope.”

“Like I said, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

They make eye contact again and finally, after decades of their souls being separated, they share a kiss. A spark flows through the two of them, rekindling the fire that has been waiting to be ignited once again.

They can finally live in peace.

~

At the top of the stairs, Denki and Eijirou fist bump. “Our job is done. Great work partner.”

“Do you think we should tell them that the Goddess of Love sent us?” Denki asks.

“Nah. I think they’ll be better off knowing that the gods regret their decision to banish him. Plus, Midoriya is no longer immortal.” They look at Izuku, smiling when they see he is finally at peace and can rest after decades of searching. “It seems like he already knows that.”

“And I don’t want to know what Bakugo would do to us if he finds out we knew about this this whole time. We might be the goddess’s helpers; we can still get hurt.” Denki nods rapidly in agreement.

The two watch on as the lovers walk away, holding each other close as they disappear into the crowd. “We are good friends.”

“THEY DID WHAT, DEKU??!!!” Katsuki shouts, running back towards the museum with Izuku right behind him.

“Hey. Do you still have that essay to write?”

“Yup. Wanna go back to the apartment and help me finish it?”

“Yup.” With that, the two book it.

“KACCHAN. THEY DID IT FOR US! DON’T HURT THEM!”

“THEY’RE DEAD.”

The End.....

So, it is the end of the short story I promised. It took me 4 hours to write since I wanted it to be perfect. I tried to input as much detail as possible get make it short. I cried at the flashback part. I also didn’t know if I wanted to do parts but it took me some thinking and I just decided with this. I also added a little funny ending for my pleasure since it’s what I do in my regular writings.

I hope y’all enjoyed it! Let me know if you did!

Also, thanks to mmajjyc for allowing me to write a short story of the duo! You art is beautiful and inspired me to write this since there wasn’t gonna be a part two. Lol! You are amazing!

Thanks again! Much Love - Maia❤️

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey! I love the "for a case" fics! I was just wondering if you had any new ones?

Hi Nonny!!

I ACTUALLY DO have new stuff to add to this list! 

For anyone interested, here are past similar posts:

For a Case Trope

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Married For a Case / Fake Husbands

Here we go! Apologies if I’m overlapping; I’m trying to remember where I left off, LOL.

FAKE RELATIONSHIP / FOR A CASE (PT 2.)

Ex by Itsallfine (T, 1,248 w. || Love Confessions, Coming Out, Exes, First Kiss) – One night, in the midst of their post-case high and on the cusp of something more, John and Sherlock run into John’s ex. His ex-boyfriend.

Christmas at Holmes Cottage by johnlockedstarkid (G, 4,295 w. || Christmas, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions, Holmes Family, Pining, Kisses, Fluff, Allusions to Mystrade) – Sherlock doesn’t want to have to deal with his mother’s wishes for him to find a partner when he goes to visit them for Christmas, so asks John to pose as his boyfriend. Little does he know he’s not the only one who wishes that the relationship could be real.

On Hiatus: Rotterdam (T, 4K+ w. || Friendship, Drama, Couple For A Case, Post-TRF, John Joins Sherlock, No Slash) – “Used them after uni a bit. Purely for research purposes, of course,“ Sherlock said tiredly, head lolling against John’s shoulder.” Sherlock goes on a mission alone, or: Two blokes in a luxury hotel in the Netherlands. Non-linear timeline. Set during the Hiatus.

The Honeymoon Suite by Salambo06 (E, 5,827 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Frottage, First Kiss, Cuddling/Snuggling/Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Holidays / Hotels, Case Fic) – “You’ll see,” the receptionist smiles, handing John the key to their room, “This honeymoon suite is quite spectacular. Our hotel has won many awards, most of them for these rooms.” John nods, licking his lips and playing with the key in his hand. We’ll probably be leaving first thing in the morning, he wants to tell her. As soon as Sherlock proves who robbed the previous couple who booked a room here, we’re out of here and stopping this happily married charade. “Thank you,” he says instead.

The space between by Salambo06 (E, 6,830 w. || PWP, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Miscommunications, Bottom Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Sexual Fantasy) – “It’s for a case,” Sherlock says as soon as John looks down at his computer. John remains silent for a long moment, eyes moving from the screen to Sherlock, before saying, “You don’t have to explain.” His voice is low, too low, and Sherlock looks at the computer, putting the video on pause. “Lestrade asked me-, no, forced me to find out who’s threatening a famous porn star, and the suspect is among his co-stars, so I only need to watch out for any signs from his partners, anything that might show they’re the one sending those threats and I can move to something else.” “Right.”

Full Disclosure by Itsallfine (E, 7,032 w. || Bars & Pubs, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, John’s Army Mates, Three Continents Watson, Semi-Public Sex) – John’s army mates get together for the first time post-discharge and invite John “Three Continents” Watson to join them. If John shows up alone, he knows he’ll be the object of non-stop ridicule all night. Sherlock plays along. John tests the waters.

that thing you like by misspamela (E, 7,165 w. || Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers) – “Happy Christmas, etc. etc.” Sherlock and John go to the Holmes’ for Christmas, and everyone thinks they’re together.

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w. || For a Case, Gay Bar, Coming Out, Slow Burn) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he’s NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won’t change anything between them. And then it does.

Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E, 15,139 w. || Fake Relationship, Christmas, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Angst & Fluff, BJ’s, Anal) – John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock.

Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M, 15,390 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Christmas, Fluff) – When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counseling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike.

Couples Retreat by Madam_Fandom (E, 18,717 w. || Fake Relationship, Undercover Couple, Case Fic, Angst, Kidnapping, Fake Marriage, Cross Dressing) – Couples are turning up missing at a very high class couples retreat; and the only way to get to the bottom of it is for John and Sherlock to go under cover as a couple. {{Haven’t read this yet, so read at your discretion}}

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (E, 19,695w. || Case Fic, 5+1, For a Case) – Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real. (Chapter 7 is the one you want :D)

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock’s parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a “normal” family. It’s easy enough to pretend when all you’re doing is dropping the act.

Sherlock Holmes & The Mysterious Ex by Gatergirl79 (M, 27,942 w. || Family, Romance, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John are forced to spend Christmas with Sherlock’s family. An unsettling idea especially when John will have to play ‘Boyfriend’ thanks to Mycroft. But why exactly does Sherlock want to avoid a family party?

“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (E, 29,812 w. || Mutual Pining, Declarations of Love, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Fantasies, POV John) – Inspired by a fic idea on tumblr : “John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not.” Part 1 of The Pool

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w. || Five and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, Homophobia, UST, Post-TRF) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case. (Chapter 4)

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,887 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

[thoughtsoftheantagonist]

Close

I love this song and see this being a slow and foreplay like song for a lap dance and I can’t resist doing it to sammy lol the song is Close by Nick Jones ft Tove Lo this is for “Moeyy’s 600 follower Not-So-Challenging Challenge lol Hope you love @waywardmoeyy 😄

Warnings: Confident Sam Sexually Aggressive Sam Sam loves him a curvy women lol Pre-Law Sam AU (boys were never hunters) Destiel Lap dance Explicit Sexual content Unprotected sex (wrap it or don’t tap it kiddies) OFC (plus sized and proud of it)

"Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…Close”

Sam POV It’s not everyday your brother Dean gets married to his childhood best friend Castiel. And it’s not everyday that they decide to have their bachelor parties together at a bisexual strip club but Dean and Cas were never got the norm, and being deans best man meant he had no choice but to go along.

Dean was three sheets to the wind and currently doing his best to climb into Cas’s lap to “show him how it’s really done.” As he put it. He watched the male dancer leave the stage before turning to see a women making her way to the table, she was a small thing, no more then 5 ft 2 and to his 6 ft 4 that was tiny. He couldn’t really really hear what she said to Cas before she turn to him and grabbed his hand, seeing Dean smirk at him, he knew this has been his idea.

Following the women to a room in the back he could tell by the better lightening that her hair was a wig but that didn’t bother him. When she turned his eyes widened and he cursed. “Sky what the fuck!?” he watched her pull the blonde wig from her head, her beautiful spiral curls falling around her shoulders, her hazel green eyes watching him with fear and panic made his stomach knot up. He knew her from his classes at Stanford, she was a Pre-Law student just like him. Hell he saw her yesterday at class and now.

Seeing her here, her flawless pale skin stark against the black silk robe she ware was not just and shock to his system but was a fantasy he only dared to visit in the darkness of his dorm room.

Sky POV “Sam…..” You worried your bottom lip and tossed the wig in your hand to the other chair in the room. Taking a deep breath you walked over to the stereo and picked the song you wanted. Looking back at sam you bite back at whimper. You had always wanted to get your hands on him but he always seemed so untouchable in class, brilliant and so genuine in his passion you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t want to do this dance. You knew his brother and apparently dean was tired of seeing his brother pine away, he followed to work a few weeks ago to try to talk yo you about sam and found out you worked here to pay your way through school, after giving him a good slap around the ear for pulling that creepy stalker shit as you called it you went along with this plan.

Walking over to Sam you put your hands on his chest and pushed him down onto the small love seat, turning your back to him you swayed your hips and untied the short robe and let it slowly slide down your arms, smirking when you heard the strangled groan it pulled from Sam. Turning you showed off your matching black lace bra and panties to him, your glad now that you added the guarder belt and stockings his eyes darkening as you moved towards him, pushing him to lean back against the cushion you straddled his lap.

Sam POV He clinched his fists into white knuckle grips as he felt her soft body slide onto his lap, he loved nothing more then a women with curves and sky had them in abundance. He wanted to grip her soft plump thighs as she slowly ground onto his lap, he wanted to strip her of the little clothes she ware and get her closer……he needed her closer, he groaned and leaned his head back into her small hands as they slide into his hair to give him a sharp tug. Looking at her he knew his eyes were dark and heavy lidded, her eyes were glazed as she ground herself against his already hard cock. He felt her press her breasts to his chest and growl when he felt her teeth nip at his ear. He listened closely and smirked when he heard her singing to him, her voice laden with lust “Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…Close” Leaning back she grabbed his hand, keeping eye contact with him she led his fingers to the front snap of her bra and left it there. Putting her hands behind herself on his knees she used the support to grind down hard on his cock with a needy groan. “Touch me Sam….. want you close.”

Sam POV He didn’t need to be told twice. Moving his other hand to her round ass, giving it a firm squeeze and used the one on her bra to snap it open, watching her breasts fall free her wasted no time in taking a pink nipple into his mouth. His cock jerking in the confined of his jeans when she whimpered his name, pulling back from her for a moment her pulled his flannel and undershirt off, smirking as her eyes scanned his body with hunger.

He helped her push the bra from her shoulders before using both his hands to push her breasts together. Looking up at her he suck one nipple then the other, he watched her eyes roll into her head and felt her body shaking against him. Pulling his face from her chest he leans back into the cushions, one of his hands slide up the side of her neck into the nap of her hair, getting a firm grip he brings her face close to his, taking her full bottom lip between his teeth he uses his other hand he as rested on her ass to move her hips against him. Feeling her chest against his, her forehead rested on his he stares into her lust blown eyes as she grinds against him. Licking his dry lips he pants “You have no idea how many times I have imagined you here, just like this.” Her smile is bright as she looks down at him. Reaching down he felt her small hands go for his buttons, he groans as he small hands find his bare cock under the denim, looking up at her he stops her hands and waits until she is looking into his eyes. “I don’t have any thing on me. I’m clean I was tested last week. I want to make sure your sure. Because once we do this I’m not letting you go once we are done”

Sky POV

Hearing him say those words, words she has wanted to hear from him since she realized he was it made her whimper. She pushed her panties to the side and lines his thick head up with her dripping slit. Locking her eyes with his she slowly slid down onto him, her mouth falling open in a soundless moan as she took him inch by inch. She felt his hands sliding down and gripping the cheeks of her ass in a bruising grip, his eyes were lust blow and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip so tight she was sure he would bleed.

Sliding her hands into his soft hair she leaned her face close, her forehead rested against his temple as she finally took him all in. She could feel his body tense and he held himself back, giving her time to adjust to his cock. She smiled softly, dragging her lips along his jaw to his ear “ I have dreamed of being here, feeling you inside me, around me. Once won’t be enough for me. I will never get close enough.” She has had enough adjusting, pulling her face back she watched him as she slowly lifted herself off of him before slamming herself down again. Hearing the grunt it pulled from him had her clinching around him, he was so thick inside her she knew she would never feel full with out him again.

Using the music she has thankfully had a mind to put on repeat she rode him at a steady pace, his hands palming her ass and waist as he watched her. She had wanted this for so long, the feel of him and the sight of him under her was overwhelming and she found herself quickly rising to climax. Looking down at him she whimper and pulled him up so they were chest to chest, resting her forehead against his she panted “want it inside, want to feel you inside me all night.”

Sam POV

He growls as ask for him to cum, getting a firm grip on her ass he speeds up the pace, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he chases his own climax. Watching her eyes widened and hearing her scream his name as she falls apart on his cock for the first time was something he would carry with him until his last breath. He doesn’t last though seeing her like this, jerking hee body tight against his he buries himself deep as he cums. His teeth latching onto the soft skin of her shoulder as his body jerks.

Slowly coming down from his high he feels her body shaking against his, her small hands gently combing through his hair as she hums to him. He kisses the bruises skin where he bit her gently, his hands rubbing up and down her waist. Pulling his face from her shoulder he looks up at her, pushing a wayward curl from her swear slicked forehead he pulls her into a deep, slow kiss. Pulling his lips from hers he grins, “Can I take you home?” She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead" Always winchester, your stuck with me now.“

[milksopangela]

PHUCK

 11 November 2017

I haven’t written anything in two months, yikes

ughh I really need to keep up with this shit but i just feel like theres nothing to really write about every night but then 2 months pass and theres so much im missing

well im worried kind of cause someday johnathan might see my blog, and I am trying to keep writing like I would be without knowing someone is going to see it so here it goes, unfiltered feelings

lets start with the boring stuff shall we

withdrew from piano class cause im a quitter, culinary class ended after 4 classes, and english class is still ongoing unfortunately

i quit canes and started working at olive garden

1 cute guy coworker but meh, and like 2-3 cute girls 

speaking of culinary class theres this dude from there, i call him nicholas but his real name is christian. he seems to be very friendly and nice and we have a lot in common but i just have no attraction to him. what a shame, i finally couldve liked someone in the same state as me. but idk it feels like he might like me but he has a gf so maybe im just being narcissistic.

sarah started living with me like in october. its been fun, i like having someone here. i really want to get an apartment with someone.

i am hopefully marrying luke and living with him in colorado, if he is still up for it.

now for actual feelings:

i am pretty head over heels for johnathan. im still conflicted though but i also have a new perspective about “the one”. I know i didn’t like him in that way the first few times i hung out with him, or maybe i did? Now i can’t get enough of him. So maybe “the one” isnt love at first sight, maybe its grown into something great. or maybe it just depends and isnt fixed for each person. idk if its just me with my ability to fall in love super fast but i would literally marry this boy. 

or maybe its because he implanted the thought when he asked me on halloween to marry him. the thing is, I dont remember the context in which he asked me but i know it was a joke. but still its been stuck in my mind. ive had little scenarios in my brain about it.

okay well if johnathan ever reads this, this’ll get weird and probably creepy if it already hasnt. so, i hope you like me enough to get past this lol

the past few nights especially have been great. we talk on the phone for like an hour or two for the past three nights. he makes me so happy. he is such a cutie and he makes me laugh tremendously. i wish he was here. everytime i see a cute couple anywhere i just get really sad. 

before i sleep i read through the nights texts just to soak in the happiness i felt reading them. i also watch like a video or two cause i really enjoy hearing his voice and the way he talks. he has such a unique way of speaking. thats partially why i dont think i could forget or move on from this guy, no one has a way with words like he does. 

i also feel really quilty and weird for having sexual fantasies about him but uhhh i cant help it im a natural born horny sicko.

tonight we spent time with sam and cameron, with a few appearances made by garrett and bryce. i like to think that it went relatively well. cameron is as always a character. 

idk how to feel about cameron actually. i know some part of me is still somewhat in love with him. i cant easily just get over this guy. but i have barely thought about him since usually all i think about is johnathan. is johnathan actually helping me get over cameron or is this just a temporary thing? idk lets see what the future brings us. 

ill trY MY BEST TO KEEP IN TOUCH

listening to bubble gum on repeat isnt good for my emotions but i cant help it.

lately ive been really digging these songs:

The Technicolors - 26 On a Tuesday

Tove Lo - Disco Tits

BØRNS - Faded Heart

BØRNS - Sweet Dreams

im very tiredboi, toodles

                                                                                                           Maria Angela

[datingadviceonreddit]

I typed out a LONGER story originally, aaaand it got deleted before I posted. (My mistake... this is the first post I make on Reddit haha.) So, I'll keep it shorter and sweeter this time.This guy Ryan and I met in college in January 2015 through friends. We ended up being part of the same friend group actually (still true now) and we just clicked; he was 22 and I was 19 when we met. We have a lot of chemistry; eventually, his best friend one night dared us to make out, and so we did (August 2015) which led up to us having semi-casual sex which led up to us falling in love, right before he had to leave our college town to pursue his career about 4 hours away. We had the most intense, hot, fun sex I've ever had and I've never found anyone else who has made me feel the same way again. I think this is because I slipped up along the way and just fell in love with him, out of nowhere. I say "slipped" because I really just didn't see it coming at all, I had never fallen in love before and I didn't know what was happening. So anyway, the last time we had sex was January 2016 before he left, which was bittersweet. We already had the conversation about the future because he basically had said "how can we pursue anything when I'm leaving here?" Keep in mind, I'm leaving a lot of details out because, well for one they deleted lol, but also we had been through a lot in those 6 months and all of our friends knew that we were kinda "together" in a way. Not officially cause god forbid anyone in my generation actually showing their feelings. Although it seemed casual on the outside, it was so much more for us and we never fully admitted it... until later. So anyway, he left that January (one year ago) to get to his responsibilities, and he rekindled something that he had in high school with some girl. And, it may have taken me a few months, but I moved on. He told me as soon as he found her that someone was interested in him and that we shouldn't continue things when he would come to visit us (again, we're part of the same close friend group). Even when he told me he was sorry and it was "okay" if I cried to him, I hid my true feelings, no matter how comfortable I was, because I just didn't want to feel weak in front of him. Anyway, fast forward those few months it took me to get over the fact that he now had a girlfriend, we met her in July for patriotic festivities. She was nice, but not like him. None of our friends liked her, and I tried to like her but she just wouldn't talk! She's so unlike him, being the social butterfly that he is. At this point when I was pretty much getting over him, or at least I thought... I remembered thinking "wow, this girl is nothing like me... she'll never have what we had because we connect on like every level" I mean from hobbies, to music, to tv shows, to humor... just everything! We get each other. And to be honest, I'm not sure I'll find anyone like that again. Anyway, I was kind of proud because I didn't necessarily feel any jealousy toward her when they came. I kept it cool because I really felt over him! Frankly, he was the one who was a little flirty with me still and did those little things he used to do when we were seeing each other. (We've always had a playful/flirty kind of relationship. And when I say flirty, I mean he's gonna bug me about everything and I playfully fight back... idk, hope it paints the right picture??) So, a month goes by and we met up for a 3 day music festival. It was Ryan, me, and 4 other friends (a total of 3 couples, basically... guy girl; guy girl; guy girl) and a whole lot happened there. He didn't bring his girlfriend btw, like I said, she's not like us. Our friend group wanted to do some substances while there (not looking for judgment/lectures, I know the dangers... I took a neuroscience class and have experience volunteering with a rave safety non-profit organization) so anyway, I found the dude I knew with the stuff and they did the stuff. I admittedly had my own stuff I wanted to use but have not done any other stuffs since because to be honest, I lost all interest in that kind of experimenting! So anyway, this is August 2016, and we were having a great time enjoying the festival and then things started to get more intense when dusk fell upon us. Ryan grabbed my hand and took me behind the stage and we strayed from our 4 other friends. Basically to wrap it up, because a lot of things happened, we had a deep conversation about how we fell in love. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said "I fell in love with you." And he said things like "we would've been a good team." Bla bla bla, we almost kissed but we knew it would be wrong. I swear our lips were centimeters apart, I could feel his breath but we knew we couldn't. And so he actually ended up fingering me (yeah I don't know how that's any better than kissing but we had so much history and I truly missed him and we were both intoxicated to a certain level) sooo, that happened. Wrong? Sure, but I wasn't asking for it, I'd place most of the blame on him... I swear I told him to stop. But it wasn't harassment or anything, we were just under the influence and I knew he'd have somewhat better self control sober, lol. So when we finally got up, we found our friends and continued the fun at the festival. When we went back to stay at his house, he came into the room I was staying in two separate times, in like a secretive way, because I'm pretty sure the girlfriend was also staying there (at least one of the nights) but anyway, I was half asleep the first night he came in and I have no idea why he came in. I just remember opening my eyes and his shadow was over me hah, and he said something like, "do you need another pillow? Are you good?" And I said I'm "half asleep, yes" lol. He lingered for a minute and leaned down for a slightly longer than usual hug but that was it. I knew I wasn't going to initiate anything. And the 2nd time he came in was to say goodbye. He didn't have to, and he didn't wake our other friends up to say goodbye at the crack of dawn, but he came to give me a hug before he had to leave for work. So that was that, and we left back for our college town. After that, my feelings for him had clearly risen once again. We finally admitted to each other how deeply we had fallen and how much we missed each other. And now I'm here. He's still with her, and every time I hear our friends mention his name, I my heart just feels a weight at the mention of "Ryan". I still miss him and I don't know how to shake it this time. We still talk a few times a month and, that thing called snapchat, well, we send each other things at least bi weekly. So, to help myself, I texted him about it to make sure it was okay but I asked him if I could delete him off of snapchat for a while. I texted him that 4 days ago. But anyway, we got to talking about it because he recently cancelled on plans we had to go to a concert together, so I told him I just needed to do it now, and he understood and said he just hoped it wasn't for too long, even though we've talked about some things on snapchat that we shouldn't have. Sent things we shouldn't have--not while he's with someone else, anyway. And idk, its just so complicated but I let myself believe that he was the one. I just fell so hard because it feels like we're soul mates, to be quite honest. We connect on every level, like I said, and its just such a good feeling when we're around each other. He truly made me happy and I didn't know someone could have such an effect on me as a person. I'm afraid of fully losing him, yet I'm doing what I can to distance myself. I don't want to get the butterflies every time I see his name or every time someone mentions him, even just briefly. I just wish I could be over him, because I can't just sit here and wait for him to realize he's being an idiot and that he should've chosen me! I'm so tired of feeling that way. One thing that girls often do is plan a fantasy future; yes, plan weddings and children and all wayyy before that's even a thought in his mind. And thats where I've most definitely gone wrong: every time someone mentions my future or what I want to name my kids or whatever it is, I still think of Ryan. I don't know how I let myself conjure up such a fairy tale, but he was the one. He's the only person I've ever had this for and its just killing me because we're still friends and we both know we don't want to lose each other as friends, and its kinda impossible being that we're in the same group texts and have all the same friends. So, anyone have any coping mechanisms they can share? I've never really had serious boyfriends or anything, and while I consider myself a pretty cool person who is also attractive, I'm just afraid that I'll never be able to replace him. I've been with others since him and there's just nothing. I can't see anyone else, so far, with the amount of love I had for Ryan. I think I've finally started to give up on the hope that we would eventually be together, I've deleted him off of the only social media he has, but anything else anyone can suggest? I'm also more interested in actually finding someone I can share an amazing bond with again. I just don't know how to put myself "out there" and find the guys I'd be interested in because I'm a little picky, after finding a person like him, and I just don't know how to find time for all this seeing as I'm a full time student, working part-time, and any free time I get I dedicate to spending with my friends because they make me happy! Also, hoping to stick to my gym schedule this semester. And I've tried the tinder route. No. I'm not wanting another casual hook up thing, girls can get that anywhere. I want something organic and natural and I want to want someone who isn't Ryan. I'll be 21 soon now so at least I know I'll be meeting some new people at the bars, whether or not those are the right kind of people haha. Anyway, any helpful words of advice are appreciated. via /r/dating_advice