#I'm the 11 y/o who dreams and hope

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Pt. 11 epilogue

1987

It took weeks to process their grief. They held a memorial service in Steve's backyard. There was no body to bury. It had faded before them. Something about the rules of time, they weren't listening. They didn't care. She slipped through their fingers forever.

They miss her so much.

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1989

Robin is standing in front of him and Eddie with a pregnancy test. Her mouth is open, her hands shaking.

Eddie is pacing in a circle.

"Well?! What is Buckley spit it out!" He rips the test out of her hands and stares at it. He wordlessly passes it to Steve.

Steve looks down at the little pink plus sign. A ghost of a smile takes over his face. He looks back up at them.

"Lydia," he whispers.

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1990

She crying. She hasn't stopped crying. Steve has never been so happy to hear a little voice. One week old and she's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

He's rocking her in the chair Joyce got him. His parents completely disowning him when he came out gave him the opportunity to get new parental figures. She has a birthmark where the puncture wounds were. Little freckles in the places she bled the most. A reminder from another life. It wasn't all a dream.

"Hey," Eddie's watching him from the doorway, a tired smile on his face.

"You wanna switch over?" He asks.

"No, not yet." Steve says shaking his head. "I finally get to see her grow up, I know I get to live to see her grow." His breathing quickens.

"We got her back Eds, we finally got her again."

Eddie walks to him, running his hand through Lydia's baby hairs.

"I know Stevie, we're parents." He looks over at Steve.

"I love her so much it hurts. She's never leaving us again. "

-----

2005

"What do you mean you're leaving us!?"

"C'mon Pa it's just summer camp! Plus Uncle Dustin's the main counselor you know he basically runs that camp. Besides whats the worst that can happen?"

----

1 month later

Eddie and Steve rush into the hospital room.

"Oh my god what're you guys doing here?!" Lydia shouts.

"What do you mean! We're your parents! You got hurt. You're in the hospital!"

Lydia rolls her eyes.

"I broke my arm. It's not a big deal kids break bones all the time, plus John's been helping me." She points somewhere behind them. The two spin around, noticing the shy boy sitting in the corner.

Immediately they don't like him.

"Oh?" Eddie's eyebrows raise. A snarl on his face. "And who is this?"

"Well sir I-I'm John...I go to camp with Lydia-"

"Oh!" Steve throws his hands in the air. "And you're the reason our daughter's here??!"

"Dad!"

"What?!"

"No-o sir I-"

"Dad leave him alone! He's just a teenager!"

"Yes Lydia! I was a teenage boy too!"

Eddie gives him a flirtatious grin.

"Yeah you were quite the teenage boy weren't you sweetheart."

"Oh yuck!" Lydia groans. "I'm fine, can you guys leave yet? I'm literally supposed to leave camp in a week. You couldn't wait that long?"

"Of course not!" Both of them grab her cheeks pulling at them. "You're our precious baaaaabbbyyy~"

"Ok! Ok! I love you too!" She giggles. "I'll see you soon."

"See you munchkin, I'm just gonna have John here walk us out so we don't get lost."

She rolls her eyes, "whatever."

When they leave the room the two corner John.

"You will not go near our daughter again you understand?"

"Y-yes sir."

----

2015

"It's the same dress." Steve says staring at Lydia. "The same dress I met her in."

"Should we ever tell her?"

"No, no. El said to keep the lives separate. She's been having dreams though. The other day she remembered you face-planting at the bowling alley. We're supposed to keep the scars a secret too. We got lucky she hasn't really questioned ours too much."

"Well...there's no upside down for her to worry about and that's what's important."

"Do you think she even realizes that she saved millions of lives." They look over at her giggling with her bridesmaids. A smile on their faces.

"I hope she gets everything in this world and more."

"What are you two yapping about?" Lydia's laughing at them.

"Just making fun of John."

She cackles. "How many years has it been? Give him a break, after today he'll be my husbaaannnnd."

"Yuck," Eddie sticks out his tongue disgusted. "That twerp? Still want him huh? Not too late to change your mind munchkin."

She shoves him.

"You think he's ok?" She's biting her lip in worry.

"Sweetie, he loves you, he literally ignored every threat we gave him to love you. This was meant to be."

"You believe all that?" Lydia asks, "fate?"

Steve takes one arm while Eddie takes the other.

"I believe in it all and most of all, I believe in us, in you."

She smiles at them.

"Ok then...let's go"

Together they walk her down the aisle, as a family.

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THE END :D

I hope you didn't cry too much. I got attached to these little suckers.

Whooooo it's been a whole week since I started writing this and now it's done!

Let me know your thoughts! I'll be putting it on ao3 tonight.

My ao3 is pinned in my profile <3

Please comment!!

Thank you for the support:)

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@tinyplanet95 @jaytriesstrangerthings @bookworm0690

[sharkboywrites]

Hello there! I'm 🎉 anon

May I request a platonic (with a hint of parental) of Grimsley who's a mentor for a child/preteen reader (around 11-12 y/o)

Reader got this dark aesthetic (black cap, turtleneck, black trench coat, and boots) that aspires to be a Dark type Elite Four, but despite all that they're a little mischievous and off-the-wall kid.

They really like spending their time with Grimsley (even to the point they'd wait in front of his casino) and Grimsley finds them adorable and lowkey treats them like a kid he never has

Like, they'd battle, train, and then hang out like showing card tricks.

(I love found family so much-)

A/N: yaaay my first emoji anon :). I’ll be honest I don’t know that much about Grimsley so I’m just going off what I got when I looked him up, sorry if it’s not accurate. Also the meds I’m on for getting my wisdom teeth out make me kinda loopy so I’m not sure how good my writing will come out.

Grimsley With a Preteen Apprentice

- Having Grimsley as a mentor can be a 50/50 sometimes

- Grimsley generally has a good state of mind when it comes to battling

- He only ever sees a positive to a battle, win or loose

- If you ever loose a battle, he’s there to assure you that this is only good for you

- He uses this as an opportunity for you to learn and grow as a trainer, after all you can’t get better if you never see your mistakes

- He’s supportive in your dreams and also in the way you dress

- You do look the part for the job you want, and he admires that

- He thinks your passion is amazing and continues to support it, although he doesn’t let you get ahead of yourself

- With Grimsley as a mentor, you’ll never be dragged down by your losses

- After a while you hardly ever find yourself upset about a loss

- From now on you’ll only see this as a chance to grow

- Unfortunately, Grimsley did have to step down from his position as an elite four member to the gambling addiction he developed

- But this doesn’t mean he’s irresponsible or becomes a worse mentor

- In fact he’s now always making sure that that you’re being responsible and keeping yourself in check

- He wants to make sure that you don’t suffer the same way he did

- After working with you, he’s found that he’s become attached to you, and he doesn’t want you to go down the same path he did

- He always stresses the importance of keeping yourself regulated

- Whole he has made some mistakes in his life, he doesn’t want the same to happen to you

- He’s come to see you as his child, no matter what your situation with your parents is

- He really is a great mentor and wants to keep you safe, and he can and will do everything in his power to keep you that way

I hope I got his character right, I never played ultra sun/moon or black/white 2 so I never actually played against him. I currently have a heat pack wrapped around my face and I look like Amanda in the reverse bear trap from the first saw movie I’m not even kidding lol. Ty for reading and have a nice day <3

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours -- 11. baby, i'm yours

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: making this series was so amazing. i got so much support throughout, and i've always wanted it to be the absolute best for all of you. i hope this is a satisfying ending in your eyes, even if it isn't in mine. i apologize for the hectic uploading schedule. i've been overestimating just how much i can do and recently had to drop a day in my schedule because i was just getting so sick and run down all the time. tysm to everyone who stuck around, i love every single person who takes the time to read my silly little internet stories.

-

The hallway is quiet, save for the rolling carts of a few hotel maids. Kita had rented out the whole floor, seeing as we had two weekend shows at different locations in the same vicinity.

Your room had been on the far end, Kira’s next to it, and then the rest of the band. It’d been his idea, supposedly, but you’re sure the far proximity had something to do with Rintarou’s room down the hall.

You make your way down the hall, planting your feet right outside his room. You raise your hand to knock when your heart gives one particularly harsh beat in your chest that shocks through your core like lightning.

Fear.

What if he left you because he was bored? What if he lied? Maybe it wasn’t because he thought he was ruining your friendships, maybe he just wanted someone else.

Your stomach churns uneasily, rolling back into your gut like a tide before a tsunami.

You were stupid, so so stupid for all of this.

Your hand falls to your side, but you can’t seem to move your feet. They’re weights, stuck to your legs, keeping you grounded.

Flightless, trying to force you to accept the fears you’ve been mulling over for a month. All the running and avoiding. The hoops you jumped through so you could do his makeup and be done with him entirely. Out of blind anger, hatred, and pure unadulterated love.

You loved Suna Rintarou, and clearly he loved you it he was willing to let you go for your own happiness. And at the same time he was so unbelievably foolish.

You turn on your heel, and head back down the hall. In your pocket, your phone dings with another text from Tetsuroo.

You pull it out, halfway back down the hall, and read it.

“tell me how it goes!”

He was waiting on a response.

Your blood turned to steel in your veins. You weren’t gonna be a coward about this. No. Not when it’s about something this important.

You march back down the hall, right outside Rintarous door, and give three quick knocks. As soon as it sounds out, your hand falls to your side and you’re taking in deep breaths.

There’s a bit of shuffling on the other side, and the soft patter of footsteps, before the door swings open.

There stands Rintarou in all his glory.

Sleepy eyes look at you, blinking as if he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not. His pajamas hang loosely on his frame, and his hair is messed up but he still manages to stay so beautiful.

You cant help it.

“I love you,” you blurt out.

His lips part into a soft round ‘O’, and he still can’t quite seem to tell if he’s dreaming.

In a moment of delayed confidence, you lean forward and press your lips to his. He tastes of mint toothpaste and smells of shampoo. Exactly how you remember. Your hands reach up into his hair, curling in brunette locks as he smiles against your lips.

You pull back, cheeks flushed and giggling, “we still need to talk,” you declare, but his hand is on your waist and he’s leading you inside.

“Of course,” he says, pulling out a chair for you to sit in. You sit down as he pulls up another own for himself, looking all too comfortable in his pajamas.

You sit in silence for a second, taking in each others appearance. He must notice the way your eyebags had darkened or your skin had gotten paler. Just like how you’ve noticed how much more tired he’s been and how strained his voice has become.

“What happened?” you asked softly, looking down in your lap, “Between us, I mean…it couldn’t have just been Akaashi.”

He looks at his own lap, more so with an expression of shame. His hair hangs in front of his beautiful eyes. You want nothing more than to kiss him once again and sweep him tight into your arms.

“I didn’t want to see you upset,” he whispers weakly, “It killed me to see you so stressed, especially with me at the root of it. I thought if I left, maybe you’d be able to make up with your friend. I never meant to hurt you.”

His tone is genuine, and his eyes shine with sincerity as he looks at you. No hints of secrecy, or anything. Just admiration and regret.

“You’re so stupid,” you laugh, “both of you. I cant believe… how could have you even come to that conclusion?”

And despite it all, you’re still so unbelievably in love with him and all he stands for. All he’s done. Proud of his accomplishments, grateful for how well he treats you.

You rise from your seat, and walk in front of him. His hands come to rest on the backs of your thighs as you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Can you forgive me?” he asks, a little cheekily, a small smile growing big on his lips.

You pretend to ponder for a moment, before sealing your decision with a sweet kiss.

<- previous | masterlist

★ - akaashi ditched the way he normally texted when apologizing

★ - after akaashi's apology, there is a one month time skip

★ - suna and akaashi never truly made up and became friends, but they're on even terms now

★ - y/n and kiyoko do end up meeting in the future, but y/n doesn't even recognize her until she says her name

★ - suna and y/n live happily ever after the end!!! LMAO

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou

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[emmythespacecowgirl]

tag game! i was tagged by @liebgotts-lovergirl!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes, my middle name comes from my Italian great-grandma. My dad says that I remind him of her a lot.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The night that my grandma came to stay at my parents house this week. Historically, we have not really gotten along and we don't see things eye-to-eye. So I just ... felt very not in-control of anything that day :/

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet but I hope to in the future!!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I am not above the occasional sarcastic remark, but I deal mostly in the snark business.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their body language I guess. How they hold themselves says a lot.

6. Eye color?

sort of a hazel. brown with green and honey flecks.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings for sure. I mostly just talk to myself a lot during scary movies and i think it annoys anyone who is watching it with me.

8. Any special talents?

like @liebgotts-lovergirl i can sing pretty well! also, archery, writing as I've been told a lot. I also am pretty good at making people feel welcome and safe and someone they can open up to.

9. What are your hobbies?

archery, anything having to do with aviation, stargazing, archaeology and history facts, reading, traveling, singing and making music, learning languages, and fashion <3

10. Where we’re you born?

South Carolina

11. Do you have any pets?

my sweet baby boi Wall-e <3 he's a 12 y/o dachshund

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am a USA Archery certified compound archer, i ran track for a little while in high school, I rode Hunter/Jumper style for a while, and I love badminton and baseball and watching skiing!

13. How tall are you?

I’m 5’5 and then some!

14. Favorite subject in school?

I was always good at history and science :)

15. Dream job?

I want to work for my beloved NASA or as an archaeologist :) idk i'm in a very indecisive period rn.

Tagging @multifandomlover01 @honey-im-hotdog @kaiyves @eightysix-baby @currahee and anyone else who wants to do this!

TAG GAME

Thank you for the tag @mads-weasley !! 💖

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes & No. I was originally adopted so technically I was named twice! My birth-name was Yusel & I was named after a beautiful doll my birth-mom fell in love with! The name it was changed to (my current name) was just a name my mom liked better lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think last week after I got my meds adjusted & I was feeling really weepy & shit

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet but I hope to in the future!!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Too much 🤣

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes!

6. Eye color?

Black in some lights, melty chocolate brown in others

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings!! My PTSD generally doesn't tolerate horror movies very well 😅

8. Any special talents?

Hm...I can sing but idk if that qualifies as "special" per se. I'm weirdly good with animals, does that count?

9. What are your hobbies?

Writing, listening to music, performing, watching crime shows & documentaries, anything historical, singing, spending time with animals, going to museums & like historical sites, traveling when I get the chance

10. Where we’re you born?

Uruguay!

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! I have a Shih Tzu named Yoda (she's our princess 🥰) & I live with my mom, who has a Yorkie!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

When I was in middle school, I was JV captain for Volleyball & I played softball, danced, & did martial arts! In high school & college, I just danced. Currently, I don't play any sports

13. How tall are you?

I’m 5’5"!

14. Favorite subject in school?

Hm I really loved English Lit!

15. Dream job?

Hm, something working with animals for sure but I think overall, I'd rather just be a housewife & own a farm instead!

Tagging: @softguarnere @mccall-muffin @first-husband-lipton @emmythespacecowgirl @indigo-luvers @chaosklutz @vibing-away@ollieofthebeholder & anybody else who wants to do it! 💖

[sokovianheadtilt]

Tug of War (1)

CEO!Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: Y/N caught the attention of her boss, who’s determined to win her over

A/N: My first official series!!! I'm so excited to write this and I hope you all like it :)

Warnings: None, I dont think

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N was one of the last people at the office for the day which made sense considering it was almost 11 pm. She worked at one of the biggest law firms in New York City and this case was tough as she did her best to gather arguments to get her client the lowest prison sentence she could. Once she looked over at her computer and her eyes felt fuzzy and blurry, that’s when she knew she was done for the day. She packed up her things and locked up her office before going to the elevator. She pulled out her phone and checked for any missed messages and replied to a few before hearing the elevator doors open.

When she looked up from her phone, she was met with a tall, blonde man who was dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding his jacket on his arm and black dress pants. She could admit, this man was absolutely gorgeous. She’s probably seen him around but who knows due to how busy she can get. She flashed him a small smile and got on the elevator with him and stood beside him and watched the elevator doors close.

“Long night?” The man spoke to her in his deep baritone voice

She looked up at him before nodding a bit “Um, yeah, I pretty much always leave at this time” she chuckled nervously “You?”

He shrugged “Yeah, something like that. Just came to see how everything going” She gave him a confused look “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before. Granted I’ve only been here 6 months so”

He chuckled “Well when you own everything, there’s no need to come into work every day”

Her eyes widened “Y-You own the law firm?”

He nodded “Well, half of it” he turned to you and stuck his hand out “Steve Rogers”

You reached out and shook his hand “Y/N L/N” you let out a nervous smile before seeing the elevator doors open as he walked out with you

“How are you getting home?” He turned to face you again

“Um, probably just going to take the train or something”

He frowned “It’s pretty late. It’s dangerous for a pretty thing like you to be taking the train. Why don’t I take you home?”

You shook your head “N-No, that’s alright Mr. Rogers I do this every day it’s completely fine”

“Every day? This city is dangerous and you take the train at night alone every day?!”

You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off “That’s going to stop, I’m driving you home every night from now on”

Who were you to say no to that? “O-Okay”

He nodded and set a hand on the small of your back and led the both of you out of the building. He brought you over to his sleek black car which almost made your eyes bulge out of your head “This is yours?!”

He looked at you as he opened the passenger seat door for you “One of them” he smiled as you thanked him before getting in as he got in the driver's seat. You gave him your address as he pulled off.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, in pure disbelief that this was your life now. This doesn’t happen to girls like you. You just kept to yourself and let life pass you by a bit. Yes, you were successful and got your dream job, but you never caught anyone’s eye. You accepted the fact that you weren’t considered attractive, so when Mr. Rogers said you were pretty, you couldn’t help but think you were being pranked or that this was a bet or something.

“So, did you grow up here?” He glanced over at you before looking back at the road “Y-Yeah, in Brooklyn” you looked over at him “No shit, me too” he smiled “Do you like working at the firm?”

You nodded enthusiastically “Yes, it’s been wonderful. I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer so working at one of the best, it’s like a dream come true”

He smirked a bit “Well, we only hire the best, so you obviously did everything right”

You felt your cheeks heat up and smiled to yourself “Th-thank you”

He nodded and took one of his hands off the wheel, setting it against the open window “Have anyone waiting for you at home?”

You shook your head “No, well yes if you count my cat” you chuckled nervously “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone to come home to”

He frowned at that statement. He thought you were stunning. You seemed sweet, maybe a little innocent, who wouldn’t take the chance to take you off the market as fast as they could.

“I don’t believe that for a second” he told you as you giggled a bit “Well, it’s true. Every relationship I’ve had never got to that point” you shrugged and looked down at your hands

He frowned a bit before you looked up and saw your apartment come into view “This is me” you unbuckled your seatbelt “Thank you, Mr. Rogers, for driving me”

“Call me Steve, and it’s no problem, I have no one waiting for me at home either”

You were a little shocked at his statement and went to get out of the car before he set a hand on your leg “Let me take you to lunch tomorrow”

You looked back at him “U-um, I’m pretty busy…”

“You take lunch breaks anyway right?”

You shrugged “Not as often now, sometimes I don’t get something to eat until I get home”

He furrowed his eyebrows. He can’t let you go on like that, not on his watch.

“We’re going to lunch” he reaffirmed before asking you to give him your phone so he could put his number in before handing it back to you “If you need me if you need anything don’t hesitate to call me”

You looked at him and nodded a bit”O-okay”

He smiled “Bye Y/N” he started the car before driving off.

“B-bye” you said softly. What the fuck just happened? You went back into your apartment building, trying to wrap your head around what Steve Rogers would want with you.

[https-lovergirl-com]

HEY HEY! you! Yes you. Idk what you're going through but just read something and wanted to say some stuff, here's some advice (just saying stuff that I know I need to hear) :

1. Don't be afraid to stand up against what's wrong. No matter how close you are to a person, if they're wrong then stand up against it.

2. Defend yourself. Do not tolerate toxicity, abuse, bullying, misbehavior and disrespect. You have the right to defend yourself (or anyone else, no one deserves stuff like this)

3. Please don't be rude to anyone...you never know what they might be going through...

4. Help those that you can and think before you say. The world is already full of negativity.

5. CUT 👏OFF👏THE👏TOXIC👏PEOPLE👏 sometimes you need to let go.

6. Don't be afraid to say "NO"

7. You're loved, valid and accepted.

8. You're important. Don't listen to your mind if it disagrees. It can be cruel :(

9. Be that person that you know you need/needed when you were in a dark place.

10. You're beautiful. YEAH NO I CAN'T HEAR YOU IF YOU DISAGREE, I'M TOO LOST IN YOUR PRETTY EYES

11. It's okay to need space or not be emotionally available at the moment. You don't owe anyone anything.

12. Be supportive please.

13. Have you seen how your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you're passionate about?

14. Dream big. Keep hoping. It keeps us alive. don't forget to live while you're busy surviving.

15. This is a sign, you can make it, don't give up. (on your dreams or your life, both) believe in yourself.

15. Your feelings are valid. It makes you human.

16. The little things and compliments can make someone's day.

17. Do not spend your time worrying about people who hate on you or don't care about you, instead spend time with people who actually care, don't let them go.

18. is someone hurting you? yeah no they're not worth your tears.

19. it's okay to cry. you're not weak, you're so strong.

20. If it makes you happy, it's important. do it (I DON'T MEAN MURDER-)

21. Stay. There are a lot of things you need to experience.

22. Its okay to seek help.

23. Need a hug? Cmere, *hugs you* :)

24. you didn't have the motivation to do anything today? it'll get better...keep trying. trying is enough.

25. life doesn't really have a meaning unless you give it one.

26. You do matter a lot.

27. Hey hey! I know how it feels...even it feels like it'll not get better, I promise it will love...trust me.

28. You're gonna learn from whatever you're going through...it does make you stronger...it'll somehow make you a better person and also affect the people surrounding you...you'll grow. you'll find yourself in the mess.

29. you'll heal love. you'll learn to pick up the broken pieces. and healing is about accepting, not forgetting.

30. Please be careful about what you tell people who are insecure or depressed. depression isn't just about sadness.

31. Self harm really isn't worth it when you think of it...

32. I know. I understand. I care. and I love you. you're amazing.

34. It's okay to not know. We never really know much. just know that nothing is constant and that's o k a y.

35. No two people are alike. That makes you unique. So we all are unique.

36. It's hard...i know.

37. It won't happen at once...small steps love. small steps.

38. Honestly how do their opinions matter? Fuck them.

39. If you know that someone loves you (and you care about them) then live for them till you can start living for yourself.

40. Put the knife or pills down.

You deserve love.

life is beautiful, terrifying at times but still beautiful.

You'll be okay, love.

[gianelson]

I never knew this!..

Mind blown!!!...

You: Angel & Buffy don’t look right together since there’s too big a height difference

Me:

[im-a-gaymess]

How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.

[burningrebelsworld]

I've not been in a good place mentally. I find my mental health deteriorating day by day. There are too many things I'm struggling with. I feel so bogged down, constantly in my fucking head, I just want to jump off a cliff tbh. Childhood trauma really fucks you up like nothing else? It has been resurfacing and i find myself crippling and spiralling. I can't imagine how my 12 year old self must've coped up with it.

When I was really tiny, I was extremely wise. I used to behave like a 50 y/o when I was barely 10/11, carrying the guilt, the shame and the baggage of my abusive family. I was often appreciated and praised for being mature. I was deeply conditioned to please all my family members. I would be patted whenever I gave into their decisions, let them choose for me and went with their choices. Everytime I spoke up for myself, took a stand, I was criticized.

I don't know if it's my Neptune and chiron in the 4th house or Lilith and Capricorn in the 4th house, but my childhood was a nightmare. It was so traumatic that my body panics even today when I think about it. As a family ritual, my family would engage in fights everyday where 10 people would yell at each other at the top of their voices.

I have always been a sensitive child with deep emotional wounds, I often found myself taking the role of a mediator, trying to calm them down. I could not stand conflict. I hate conflict. I hate fighting with someone. It triggers the fuck outta me. I feel so trapped and suffocated. I'm 22 now and nothing has seemingly changed.

I feel terrible looking back, knowing I was never allowed to live my childhood like other kids. I don't know what people love about their childhoods. Why they'd want to be kids again. I would never go back if I had a time machine. I have always wanted to grow up, I'm so grateful I did. I can't wait to be financially independent.

I slipped into depression after my family kept taunting me about wasting my university fee. I was called a disappointment and a waste of space. Why are people allowed to have kids when they don't know how to raise them? Why am I surrounded by so many narcissists who rely on so-called "reputation" and would rather let go of their dreams to do what the society expects them to do?

I don't know where to start healing. I am such a mess. I hate being here. I hate I ever desired to reincarnate in this household. Honestly? Give me my childhood back. I fucking hate this. I don't want to be responsible. I grew up too quick. My mind can't catch up to all the stress. I just want to be there for myself and do something that makes me happy.

Also, in my observation I've found that narcissists never change. I once told my mom I wanted to die and had a panic attack, I fell on the ground crying and begging her to talk to me. She was so numb. She told me I should stop crying if I didn't want the neighbours to think my family was inflicting some kind of pain on me.

Words will never do justice to the sleepless nights I've spent, being there for my parents when they should've been there for me instead. I'm so bitter, hateful and vengeful. I will not forgive them for what they did. I will not forgive them for passing their trauma onto me. I will not forgive them for snatching my childhood away from me, for dismissing my PTSD, for treating me like shit when all I deserved was unconditional love.

You know what sucks the most? When you've been through so much and still choose to love, trust and fall for someone? But they end up repeating the same cycle, treating you like doormat, mirroring your wounds and taking advantage of you. Breaking you in infinite ways. Healing is so painful. Healing comes at a huge price. I don't know what's easier. Hoping to heal, or wanting to fucking die.

I'm sorry for the vent, I needed an outlet.

[mosshead-lover]

The Act of LordE: Part-11

TICK TOCK

~ Bakugou & Izuku x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: You will enjoy this better if you have read the previous parts before! ^^

Well, It’s been too bloody long? caught unwanted feelings *sneeze* *cough*. Went out. Got wasted (I can legally do that kay?) then again, confused and lost. Anyway. SOS. I'm really tryna get out of it all!! My overthinking ass needs to calm down. I swear I will be more regular from now on.

Part-1 | Part-2 | Part-3 | Part-4 | Part-5 | Part-6 | Part-7 | Part-8 | Part-9 | Part-10|

--Start--

With every day that passed, [y/n] found it harder to act normal and forget the night. She had quit the internship at the agency and made extra efforts to avoid bumping into Katsuki. Every time she got intimate with her boyfriend, that night's images came flooding, her body subconsciously comparing the sensations. Every time Izuku said expressed his love, it pricked. She knew confessing was the only way to out, but she was yet to muster enough courage. Enough courage to break his heart and trust.

Izuku felt something was off when he did bring it up, he got shallow answers. Communication was one of their stronger suits in the relationship. Yet, he felt a little sad thinking that he hadn't created an atmosphere comfortable enough to talk about whatever was bothering her. It took him by surprise when [y/n] refused to go to his university to meet Eri chan. She had come with a lame excuse which Izuku knew wasn't valid.

[y/n] impatiently walked in the hall. She knew Eri's was leaving that night. She hated that she didn't visit her as soon as she was in town.

She had spoken to her on the phone, but it merely compensated for not meeting physically.

For security reasons, Eri wasn't let out of the UA university campus, and for obvious reasons, [y/n] didn't want to go to campus. She grabbed her jacket and took a taxi to the Airport.

A few hours earlier...

The freshmen year students and a few others stood in the hallway that had the nursing room and applauded two heroes walked out.

One who held the hero mannerism by losing himself in saving citizens and the other; who helped him regain the lost.

Eri was overwhelmed by the crowd and held Kachan's sleeve nervously. Kachan removed his hand from the pocket and held hers, assuring it was okay. On the sideline stood Deku, beaming the brightest smile and applauding.

"Kachan, Glad it all worked out, Eri-chan! You did it!"

Eri wriggled out of Kachan's grip and ran to Deku. Kachan looked away, not wanting to meet Deku's gaze.

"Sensei, Let me drop her off at the airport."

Kachan was with Aizawa, who was arranging for someone to drop Eri at the Airport. He had to stay back a few days more on work, and there was no way he was letting Eri miss her exams because of that. He was confident that she could handle herself well enough to travel alone.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't show it in his tone.

"Sure."

[y/n] couldn't believe the tricks that her luck played on her. Eri had already spotted her, and it was too late to turn back. She joined Kachan and Eri. Eri informed [y/n] that her flight was delayed by three hours and screamed in excitement.

"More Eri & [y/n] time."

[y/n] seems to have forgotten all the tension between him and her as she started talking with Eri, listening to her school stories and laughing. They ate sandwiches and took a short spin to the nearest museum. Three hours passed like three minutes with Eri around but passing three minutes after she left felt like an eternity. Kachan finally broke the ice.

"You can come back to the agency. I will have my shift changed."

"I need to concentrate on college. I couldn't handle both."

Both knew it wasn't true. Kachan didn't reply.

He spoke again as they exited the airport gates.

"Also, I am gonna have a talk with your boyfriend."

[and say what? that you fucked me?]

[y/n] was scared and furious but didn't show.

"It's best if it comes from me." She managed a reply.

"I thought as much." Kachan agreed.

"I hope you do hurry up. Cause, irrespective you do it or not, I am going to talk to him in a week." having said that, Kachan took heavy steps towards his ride. He knew offering her a ride was futile and left.

A week later...

BEEP.BEEP.

Hey baby, Having dinner with Kachan tonight. Don't wait up. Love you XOXO.

[y/n]'s heart skipped a beat. Katsuki wasn't kidding. At all. She immediately replied.

What?! Where!?

ikr! Who knew a day like this would come? lol.

WHERE?!?!

The ramen shop by the university. (calm down) :O

[y/n] was already locking up. She ran down the stairs. Her shoelaces and loose hair dangling as she did.

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[paulsmashedpotato]

Hey, could I request 11 and 13 from the song lyric phrase thing with Paul please? I'm in need of some ~ a n g s t~ thank you, and if you're too busy that's okay!

Additional: Aaah I just sent in the paul request, could you use the name paige? :> if not, then y/n is fine!!

I'm sorry this is lame ksksksks o(╥﹏╥)o

Note: I've written it in third-person, let me know if you want it edited to first or if I should just use "You" words instead and still with Paige as the name. :-))

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Part 1 | Part 2 (Otw)

Pairing: Paul McCartney x a named character/reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Noneeee

“Where are we going?” Paige asked, looking around nervously, checking if someone could see them although it was already dark out and there were barely people out this late at night. “Shh, just follow me.” Paul replied in a shushing voice, continuing to pull her to wherever he was planning to take them. “Did you sneak out your room again?” She wondered although she already knew the answer to that. “Doesn’t matter. I got out, didn’t I? And no one’s chasing me.” Paul replied in a proud voice, “Don’t worry, I’m sure the landlady won’t tell on me.”

“Paul, you know you’ll get in trouble for this.” Paige said in a serious tone.

Paul is a famous singer with a really, really strict manager. He just wishes he read his contract properly before signing. He wasn’t allowed to date anyone whom the manager thinks is ‘undeserving’. He’s been trying to sign Paul up with other celebrities to make him even more famous but he’s been denying all of them — which of course the manager hated but he did agree with Paul’s decision so long as he doesn’t date anyone else without the manager’s approval.

At least that’s what he thinks Paul is doing.

Paige met Paul at a bar eight months ago, she didn’t know it was him, he was dressed messily, chains and ripped jeans, a black cotton mask and a hat, he looked very different from how he’s portrayed usually — wearing a neat suit and tie. He came up to her and started making conversation, she doesn’t even remember how it went on through the night but it just started with “I like your Cobain shirt.”

How they decided to meet again the next day and him showing up in a clean polo shirt saying he was the one she was talking to last night and her trying her best not to panic and fangirl was history.

They were able to be friends and hang out a lot until rumours started going around saying Paul had a non-celebrity girlfriend and of course, the manager didn’t like that and he even confronted her, offering money and all that saying she should move out and he even promised her a nice flat in New York.

Paul was furious when he heard about this. She didn’t want to tell him but he’s been asking her every hour why she was being distant all of a sudden and she just had to give in.

“Close your eyes —“

“No, you need to go back, Paul.” She said in a stern voice. “Close your eyes, please, Paige.” Paul practically whined, hovering his hand over her eyes. She sighed before muttering ‘fine’ and closing her eyes.

Paul started pulling her carefully and after a moment, she felt him sit her down on a soft ground and she was about to open her eyes before Paul went screeching saying he’s not yet ready.

“Alright, open them now.” He grinned at her as her vision took a second to adjust after her eyes being tightly shut. Paige looked around, examining where they were, she peeked out the small tent, “Where are we?”

“Remember when I told you I sneaked out of my room in broad daylight and got caught? Well, I started running through the barricade we just went over at a while ago, and then I found this place. Very nice, peaceful and it has a good view as well.” He went on explaining how he had to trim the grass because it was full of overgrown weeds.

“Paul, we — you need to go home.” Paige said calmly. He frowned at her, “That’s what you’re going to say, really? Look around, it’s nice. I made us mashed potatoes, you said you liked it when I make it,” he giggled, “And — and, I bought your favourite soda, crisps, and I even bought you a stuffed animal, see, you said you liked (f/a) so I bought you one — just stuffed.”

Paige smiled sadly, “I really appreciate it Paul but I don’t want to get you in trouble. I might ruin your reputation and I don’t want that to happen.”

“No worries, I’ll talk to him, don’t worry. He won’t bother you again, I promise.” He said, pertaining to his manager, "And you won't ever ruin my whatever reputation it is you're talking about."

“You had a deal with him Paul —“

“I’ll cut it.”

“No —“ she sighed, “He’ll sue you. You’ll lose everything. That was a very expensive contract, Paul.”

“So? At least I'll still be with you.”

“That’s what’s wrong, Paul. You’re risking it for me — I can’t let you do that. Your career is more important, I could wait, I can wait, but right now, I want you to focus on your career.”

“You talked to him again, didn’t you?” He asked accusingly, though he was right. You did talk to his manager again. The guy was so hard to miss, he was at her work, he was at her flat, he was at the underground station waiting — how did he even know my schedule? She would wonder. “I did not.” She lied, “I was just thinking, it’s better if…”

She looked at his sad expression, waiting for her to finish what she was about to say, she smiled, “Nevermind. Let’s enjoy tonight. We’re here anyway.” She said, transferring beside Paul who seemed relieved and putting an arm around his waist, “What do you have planned for us tonight?”

“Just a date and a sleepover.” He said. “A sleepover?” She echoed, “We can’t do that. You’ll get into a lot of trouble if they see your room empty tomorrow.”

“What will they do? Ask me to cancel my tour? That’s good news, I’ll get to stay longer in this town with you.” He beamed, he raised his hand over Paige’s head and messed her hair playfully.

“Should we eat?” He asked, pointing at the food he prepared. “Sure.” She answered, sitting up properly.

The next hour was spent talking and eating, they even went outside and sat on the grass to gaze at the sky and just talk about dreams. Both of them just enjoying each other’s company, one knowing it’s the last and the other oblivious.

When they got back in the tent, she immediately lied down on the soft comforter with a heavy sigh, looking up at the starry sky through the mesh window.

“Are you okay?” Paul asked, lying beside her after he’s closed the tent flap. “F’course.” She smiled, “Better actually. This will be my favourite night.”

"You look sad." He mumbled, she cuddled up to him, an arm over his stomach and her face on the crook of his neck. "I'm not. I'm actually on cloud 9." She smiled, “You chose the best night to do this.” She said in a quiet voice. I just wish it could last. He pulled her in closer and hugged her, her face now on his chest.

“Soon we’ll be away from here.” She added, her voice a little muffled. “Why do you say that sadly? Like some type of goodbye.” He said, pushing her back gently so he could see her face. She slightly shook her head, “I’m just saying… we won’t have to worry about hiding and lying, we’ll be so, so far from where we are now.”

You’ll be far from where I’m putting you right now.

“I can’t wait for that to happen.” He said, wrapping her up in a hug again. “We should get some sleep.” She said. “You’ll be here when I wake up, yeah?” He asked, his chin buried lovingly on her hair.

“Of course.” She whispered, a single tear dripping out her eye. “Goodnight, Paul.”

“Goodnight, Paige.”

They did have a good night. She thought it might make up for her leaving him alone in the tent the next morning. She thought it might make up for her leaving him permanently.

Paul waking up the next day with just a trace of her scent on the sheets and a letter near the tent flap.

Dearest Paul,

I know you’ll hate me for this but that’s fine, I just want to do what’s best for you. I know you're thinking that I'm wrong but you're just not realizing it yet, and you won't ever realize what's best for you if I stay beside you.

Your career, that’s what I want you to worry about, Paul, not me, not us. Remember when I told you I want to see you succeed and perform in front of loads and loads of people? Getting in the way and causing you to be carefree to the point that you'd risk your dream for me is really contradicting.

You’re the best star I’ve ever seen and I would’ve loved to keep you if I could only reach you.

I’m sorry. I really am and I love you, please don’t ever think otherwise. I really do love you, Paul.

I know you'll understand me one day. I hope to cross paths with you again in the future, when time's right.

Yours forever,

Paige.

-end-

Here please let Paul McBeardy make up for it (个_个)

P.s - As always, I'll be adding keep reading next time when I've got a hold of a laptop.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

good evening caro mio, it's very lovely to see you~!! 💞🌹💫 oh my, i was gone for a little bit wasn't i? i apologize if i made any of you worry/wasn't there to help brighten your days like you say i do!! i was taking a little bit of a mental health break, and i feel a lot better now!!! i'm so happy to be back here, i missed you all so much!! (especially you morgy! ❤) (1/???)

"i hope your first day of school went alright,, i know how much it sucks, but i'm here alongside you to get through it all!! hopefully this school year can be at least a teensy bit easier on everyone,, but we do have to take it one day at a time, or as i say, baby steps 🌠 i should probably address this now so i can get the serious bits out of the way, but i assure you all that i'm alright!! that incident was just unfortunate, and my family made me take a rest from working because of it,, (2/?)

plus, that kind of situation is common for me unfortunately, so i'm used to sudden panics like that,, but i feel quite better now!! and i'm happier more than ever to be back again 💖💖💖 (3/?)

i do truly thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of your patience, kind words, and support!! i'm honestly extremely surprised at how sweet everyone was about this,, it's such a nice change from daily life,, i have no idea how to put my utter gratefulness into words, but please know that i love you all so so so much!! i wouldn't trade any of you for the world, you matter so much to me 💌 (4/?)

it seems that so much has happened while i was gone,, all of these picrews (which i absolutely adore!) and quinn getting into my account?? ahhhhh oh gosh,, that's a lot!! i'm gonna have to scold her! i can't believe she would submit such candid pics of me and other stuff,, quite embarrassing! but i wasn't expecting such a positive response to me and my one cat,,, who knew that all you anons find me sleeping cute??? it's confusing to me, but i find it quite funny hehe 😖❤ (5/?)

luckily i was able to be a little more productive lately, even if i have been exausted!! i've been cooking, cleaning, modeling, sewing, dancing, and editing videos for people,, so much work! i do think it's worth it though, it helps distract me from the bad things in life, and other people end up happy,, i'd consider it a win-win for me!!! my dad also taught me how to fix up an angelo azzuro,, which is a cocktail i didn't learn yet! (6/?)

it took two days of hard work and practice, but according to him, i "nailed it right on the head" my papa is always my go-to for mixology, he taught me most of what i know, and he's always the first person to try my drinks! apparently it's a very interesting concept to my other friends, since they have so limited access to spirits,, it does make sense though! (7/?)

we italians just don't care about drinking ages hehehe, as long as we're responsible and cautious with age, it adds to our lifespan ;) during that short break, i suppose my narcolepsy flared up a lot since i was falling asleep left and right! it was awful having to constantly wake up with either a migraine, extra tiredness, or even a bruise or two,, thankfully though i had my family to watch over me,, at least i was finally able to make up for lost sleep hehe 💫 (8/?)

i also got to play a lot of minecraft hehe,, my friend and i actually spent a full day doing a speedrun world, and we killed the ender dragon and wither within only 2 1/2 hours!! it was crazy,, i guess me and him just make a dynamic duo (but i dare to say,, not quite as dynamic as you and me 😉) speaking of minecraft, over the weekend i decided that i'm going to start streaming on twitch soon as a hobby!! i'm very excited for this, it's something i've wanted to do for a very long time now (9/?)

all of my friends and my siblings are very supportive of it, which i'm super glad about!! i've always found little bits of joy in my favorite streamers, so why not give back to that community? an artist friend of mine even drew me a pfp as a gift, it's so cute! all i have to do is figure out a balance between school, personal life, and streaming, then i'll be set,, i'm always happy to get a new hobby 😊✨ (10/?)

oh my, it's almost 23:45 now!! sadly, unlike today, tomorrow is full of classes and work,, so i should probably get going to bed! i'll hopefully see you tomorrow then, darling! goodnight, and as always, sweet dreams,, make sure to rest extra when you can 💗- much much love and extra hugs, waifu anon xoxo 💗❤💖💞💓💕💘💌 ps: you say that you'd come all the way to america just to say such kind things to me?? it looks like i'll just have to return the favor then darling 💘 (11/11)"

This do b kinda late ngl since im assuming i literally leave for school just as u send those in💀💀💀 things r kinda hard w school here but today was actually one of the few decent days i had in what y e a r s??? Me n my friends went out after classes and spent the entire afternoon sipping boba tea (it was my first time having it since boba places r rare here and we had to travel in the opposite part of the city and holy shit my third eye opened bruh i A S C E N D E D) and talking abt anime and simping and basically clowned eachother constantly jahahhdkf

B u t enough of that bc i see u had some nice days goin on as well😳😳 as i said many times before i'd kill a man to taste the cocktails that u do and one day we finna do that on g o d 😩✌️ and STREAMING? DROP THE LINK WILL YA DARLIN ME N THE CLOWN ARMY WILL BE THERE IN A H E A R T B E A T HDJDJSJ honestly streamer waifu is such a nice concept....i myself dream of streaming but sadly i dont have the time, space, money and overall neccesary equipments for it which is lowkey depressing ngl💀

Either way im glad to hear u been balancing things out and taking breaks dear, i myself am t r y i n g to make time for other stuff too since i really wanna write and watch anime (u know what series i just finished and had a 🅱️REAKDOWN 🅱️ REAKDOWN over one hour ago🤡🔪) but the schedule do b wacky ngl....

And as always i say: of c o r p s e everyone had positive reactions?? W h y w o u l d n t t h e y-

[heroes-among-us-all]

How about a hc/scenario about young!Bakugou (maybe around like 4-7 ish?) having a puppy crush on a young!Reader and the little cute things that he does to make the reader acknowledge him? Maybe add an additional hc/wordings about the aftermath a few years later till their highschool years. I'm in need in some fluffy shit sorry 💕💕 Thanks!

Cute request! I changed it just a bit so that the young!Reader moved away and they meet up again in highschool, hope you enjoy :) 

“Wow, Katsuki, you’re amazing!” 

You grinned ear-to-ear, hobbling forward on your little legs to get a closer look. The young blonde in front of you was sparking off small, contained explosions in the palm of his hands—the first signs of his Quirk manifesting.

“It’s cool, right?” he gushed, unable to contain his own smile. “I just got it a few days ago, and everyone says it’s awesome!” 

You nodded hurriedly. “Yep! It is awesome! You’re the best, Katsuki!” 

The boy was used to receiving compliments from those around him; rather, it was someone that he’d come to expect. But for some reason, whenever you were the one who got excited on his behalf, it made his chest feel hot and his cheeks would flush a bright red. Your smile was just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, that much he was sure of.

“The teachers said that I’d be able to become an amazing hero with a Quirk like this,” he huffed, placing his hands on his hips matter-of-factly. “I’ll be even cooler than All Might one day, too!” 

Your smile never faltered, because you honestly believed his words to be true. Katsuki was still grinning cheekily, but he faltered for a moment, blushing deeper. 

“Ah, but…I’ll be the Number One hero, okay? And then you—“ he pointed towards you with a shaky finger “—You’ll be the Number Two hero. Almost as cool as me, but not exactly the same. That’s still good though, right?” 

Your puffy little cheeks flushed, blown away by what he’d just told you. Katsuki almost never acknowledged others, and the fact that he thought you could be anywhere near as strong as him was an amazing feeling. 

“Wow,” you mumbled breathlessly. “You really think I could be that good, Katsuki?” 

“O-of course you can!” he puffed out, unable to hide his fluster. “You just gotta try your best!” 

“…Oh. I’ll do my best, then!” 

Caught up in your excitement, you flung your tiny frame over Katsuki’s own. He stiffened as your arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a hug, and you heard the little stammers of embarrassment he let out. He was definitely having a hard time processing your affection, but eventually his small arms fell loosely around your back as well.

“We’ll be the best heroes,” he mumbled against your neck. “The two of us. Together.” 

You pulled away only to grin back at him. “Okay!” 

“Hey, follow me for a bit,” Katsuki prodded, latching his hand across your wrist. “I know a place near the forest that has a lot of flowers.” His eyes flickered timidly across your frame. “You like…flowers, right?” 

“Yup! I love them!” 

He smiled. “Okay, cool. Follow me, then!” 

Katsuki continued to lead you forward through the brush of the forest. At some point, he’d let go of your wrist and timidly intertwined his fingers with your own. You didn’t miss the heavy blush that lined his cheeks once he did so; it even went all the way up to the tips of his ears. You chatted along happily and without much of a care, stopping only at Katsuki’s signal. 

“Look,” he gestured, grinning back at you. “Lots of flowers here. You like ‘em?” 

You nodded boisterously. “I do! They’re all so pretty!” 

Without warning, you let go of his hand to jump into the bed of vibrantly-colored flora. It was a sort of clearing in the middle of the forest, and there were all sorts of different flowers growing in erratic patches. Katsuki crouched down beside you and smirked.

“I told ya,” he bragged. “Told ya I knew where I could find a ton of ‘em.” 

He seemed to be getting giddy of the notion of your approval, or attention. It wasn’t really something he needed to work for though, since you already thought the world of him. 

“I know,” you hummed. “I believed you, Katsuki. You’re always showing me cool things, and that’s why you’re my best friend in the entire world!” You outstretched your arms for dramatic effect, and the blonde only flushed at the gesture. 

“…Cool,” he mumbled, picking up a flower and running its petals through his fingers. “Yeah, cool. You’re also…my best friend, too.” 

You snuggled up closer to him, pressing your shoulders up against one another while you happily admired the bed of flowers. Katsuki mumbled something to himself, eventually plucking a different flower and removing most of the stem—he then leaned in to tuck the flower behind your ear. 

“That’s for you,” Katsuki blushed. “It looks pretty. And…you’re also pretty. So I thought it made sense to give it to you.” 

You were so happy that you almost didn’t have the words. Katsuki’s bright, crimson eyes were gazing back at you, so full of gentleness and adoration; that which he would almost never show to others. Your fingers absentmindedly passed by the flower tucked behind your ear, and you smiled again.

“You really think I’m pretty?” 

He stiffened. “D-duh. I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it, right?” 

“That’s true,” you mumbled, timidly curling your fingers into your lap. “Thank you, Katsuki. And I think you’re very pretty, too. Oh, wait—you’re very handsome. That’s what you say to boys that look good, right?” 

“Y-yeah. Thanks…” 

He looked a bit too flustered for words, and the two of you sat there for a while in silence. It wasn’t unpleasant, or anything. As long as you were with Katsuki, you were happy even just to sit by his side. 

Humming to yourself, you leaned forward to pluck another flower, but Katsuki’s little arms had already wrapped around your frame.

“U-umm…(Name),” he croaked, gazing timidly into your eyes. “I want to tell you something, okay? So just listen up, alright?” 

“Huh? Okay. I’m listening, Katsuki.” 

He inhaled sharply, as if preparing himself for some sort of endeavor. His puffy cheeks were stained with blotchy hues of bright crimson as he stared back at you.

“I want you to be my girlfriend!!” 

You blinked slowly, a bit confused at first, but a wide grin was soon to spread across your lips.

“Okay! I’d love to be your girlfriend, Katsuki!” 

“E-eh? Seriously…??” 

Katsuki’s arms fell off your frame so that he could press a hand up against his burning cheeks. Still, you could see how a shaky smile was steadily forming on his own lips; to the point that he could scarcely contain his excitement. 

“B-but not now!” he added hurriedly. “It has to be when we’re older—my mom says those are when the “serious” relationships happen, and I want ours to be…um, y’know…” 

“Serious?” 

“Yeah!” 

You grinned happily. “That sounds good. We’ll be girlfriend and boyfriend when we’re older then, okay? And we’ll be together for a long time?” 

“You’re going to be my only girlfriend,” Katsuki declared. “And then we’re gonna get married.” 

“Wow! That sounds amazing!” 

You let out a squeal of joy and pulled him into another hug; this time, Katsuki readily squeezed you back. He inhaled sharply again and quickly pecked you on the cheek, blushing redder than ever before. 

“It’s a promise,” Katsuki mumbled. “I kissed you, so it’s a promise. So you’re not allowed to be anyone else’s girlfriend, okay?” 

You felt the warmth lingering from where his lips had connected with your cheek. You smiled.

“Okay, Katsuki.” 

That had been nearly 11 years ago. 11 whole years, and Katsuki still remembered it as clear as day. He felt like a moron for ever even thinking back to the time he’d spent with you; you’d moved away not long after, so it was pretty clear that he would never see you again. Besides, he’d just gotten into U.A—hell, it was supposed to be his very first day at the school of his dreams, and here he was, having some stupid nostalgia. Seriously, what a load of shit. 

Katsuki moved through the halls, both hands shoved into his pockets as he sought out his homeroom class. The damn place was huge, but just as well; this was where he’d leave his mark and make his way to the very top. 

His hand gripped the edge of the sliding door, and he’d managed to get it half-open before—

“Ah! Katsuki??” 

Katsuki froze. Even if it had changed, he still recognized that cheerful voice; that bubbly, careless tone. It was a stupid thing to say, and he already cursed himself for even assuming, but at the very least, he could check…right? 

To say that his eyes widened when they fell on your frame would have been an understatement. Surely, your appearance had changed, but just like with your voice, there was that familiarity there that called to him. As his eyes skimmed your frame, he recognized your (h/c) locks, and those gleaming, (e/c) orbs. And then…that smile. The same smile that always made his chest burn. The very same smile that was making him fuzzy right here and now. 

You’d been pretty as a kid, that much he could remember. But now, he could honestly say that you were fucking beautiful. No matter how cute you may have been before, Katsuki could never have prepared himself for the way you would grow up. 

He felt so stupid. So, so stupid. Because here he was, seeing you again for the first time in 11 years, and he realized he was just as in infatuated with you as he had been back then.

“Can’t believe we’re seeing each other again after all these years,” you smiled. “Kind of feels like a dream, right?” 

Katsuki honestly didn’t know what to say. He was worried that with the way he was, the second he would open his mouth you would be immediately turned off by his brash manner of speaking and never look in his direction ever again. He couldn’t even form any words to begin with.

Luckily, you spoke before he could spiral even further.

“I have to say,” you giggled, “You sure grew up to be way more attractive than I ever thought you were. Now I’m seriously considering taking you up on that offer. Do you remember what we promised back then?” You smiled again, and Katsuki honestly just wanted to melt on the spot. “C’mon, you know the one—about the two of us becoming girlfriend and boyfriend. You didn’t forget, did you?” 

Katsuki was still stunned, but he knew that he couldn’t keep up this silence for long.

“God, say something, for fuck’s sake. She’s gonna think you’re mute, or an even bigger asshole than you actually are. Say something, fuck.” 

Even with all the self-confidence he’d accrued through the years, nothing could have prepared him for a meeting like this. Still, there was one thing he would never do, and that was to cower in front of a challenge. He just hoped that his flushed cheeks weren’t anywhere near as bad as they felt. 

“Yeah, I remember,” he finally managed. “So…are we gonna give that a shot?” 

[forkanna]

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NOTES: Sorry for that delay! Holidays got a bit crazy, and I've been sorting out my life since then. Will try to get this posted a bit more regularly from now on!

Also, the theme song for this chapter is "Feeling Of Falling" by Cheat Codes and Kim Petras.

                                             CHAPTER ELEVEN

The corners of my mouth lifted up the tiniest bit. "So… this counts as a date?"

"UGH!" Miss Kawakami got up from the table and crossed to lean against the kitchen bar. Seeing her framed there, between the mini water cooler and the espresso machine, her dress revealing just enough of her back to make my fingertips tingle and my mouth run dry…

'No, Makoto,' I thought to myself. 'Focus. Don't let your weird new gay feelings distract you from helping her.'

"Look. It doesn't have to be a date. This was just the kind of dinner you deserve from a date. Not specifically from me. Not me being your date, I mean, um… if that makes sense."

"Well, why not? I'm already a maid for two of my students. Gave you a bath and let you massage me, put on this dress for you. Why shouldn't I just say 'fuck it all' and throw myself into your arms? Huh?"

There was anger and frustration bleeding through now, and it made me duck my head in fear. "I'm sorry. Y-you can leave, I won't tell anybody you left early. I d-don't want to keep you here if you-"

"No, that's exactly what you want. Right?" Finally, she turned, and she was shaking with anger. "I told you already that this can't happen, and here it is. Happening. What gives you the right to just ignore my wishes? Like I'm not the grown up here!"

"O-oh," I breathed softly, shutting down. Like a puppet with its strings cut. "You're right. I apologise."

"Makoto, what…?" Then she sighed in exasperation, throwing up both hands. "See? You act like a little kid getting yelled at! Why aren't you yelling right back at me? This is not how it would work if we were equals in this relationship! What the hell am I saying? We're not even in one! Oh my GOD…"

"Hey, it's alright," I said, finally rising from the table as I kept my voice low. "Listen. I'm… I'll go to my bedroom for a few minutes. Please enjoy your meal, and… if you're gone when I come back out, I'll underst- understand."

My voice had broken on the last word but I tried to recover quickly as I strode away from the table, the room spinning. Sadayo didn't do anything, but she did watch me go, trembling as she stood there trying to weather the blunt force of a million different emotions buffeting her all at once.

Something I could relate to.

I had only been laying on my bed for a minute or two, tears rolling down into the pillow silently as I stared at the wall, when I heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in," I said as I hastily blotted at my eyes with the tissue in my hands.

"Hey," she breathed. My lights were off, so all I could see was the halo of her slightly messy hair from the backlighting. "I, um… I seem to have lost my appetite."

"That's fine. I'll clean it up later, and… Sae and I can have the leftovers. She'll just wonder why I made duck. I'll get your money in a m-"

"I'm not leaving yet," she reassured me. "Can I sit?" I nodded, so she sat on the very edge of my bed, not quite far enough back so that we were touching. "So… now it's my turn to apologise."

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I did. I really overreacted out there, I… don't know why I did that. Well, I do, but it doesn't make it okay."

Eyes still blurry, I glanced up at her face that I could see a tiny bit better now. She looked pale, and scared, but not nearly as two-steps-from-crazy as she did before. Her eyes closed for a moment as she contemplated the situation, chose her next words carefully.

"You aren't… the only one."

"Hm?"

"You aren't the only one who feels this… pull toward each other." Another breath to steel herself. "I couldn't tell you when it started, or why, or how I could actually feel anything this strong for a girl in my class. But it's real and it's there."

Now I sat up a little more on my elbows. "What are you saying? Do you-"

"Wait," she bade me with a hand raised. "The thing is, that doesn't change the situation. You're a kid! And my student - and my boss when you request me through the agency. It's so messy… and I'm straight, so even if we did anything with these crazy feelings, it's probably not going to work out in a 'happily ever after' way. When I sit there and picture my ideal future, it's married to a husband who's providing for me, whose big, strong arms can comfort me when I'm sad or stressed out." Then she snorted. "Not that I'm gonna meet one at the rate I'm going, as my mom would say."

"Oh."

Her lips pulled into a little sad smile. "But I will admit you got to me way more than I thought. Just something really special about you, Niijima-san."

"And there's something special about you, too, Kawakami-san." At the term of address, she did raise an eyebrow and laugh a tiny bit, but let me continue instead of interrupting. "I've done a lot of thinking, about… what you said. Your bath and all that."

"Don't remind me," she sighed. "And how much thinking could you have done in five minutes?"

"No, not just now. The whole week." I sat up a little more as I continued, "You're my first in a lot of ways. But honestly? I don't think it matters that much. Because I know how I feel about you even without those things. Maybe I already did, because…"

When I didn't continue right away, she prompted, "Because?"

"You were the teacher I looked forward to seeing the most every day," I confided. "Probably because you were attractive to me, even though I didn't understand that until the hotel room. But it must have already been there, because… you flirting with me shocked me, but not enough. I should have been a lot more scared - I should have wanted to run screaming from the room. Instead, it almost felt… natural. And that scared me the most."

Miss Kawakami frowned. "But that flirting was just part of the job. You know that, right? I didn't… I thought you were a young man who paid to have me flirt with him. That isn't disgusting to you?"

"Like you said, it's your job. I think it would be pretty stupid and narrow-minded of me to judge you for that. Really, the way you're working so hard to pay that student back only makes me admire you more."

"Oh," she breathed, staring down at where her hands lay in her lap. As she watched, one of mine came to rest atop them, and she looked over to see my face was a lot closer. "M-Makoto, wait…"

"For what?" I whispered - and I could barely believe I was doing any of this. But it was too late to turn back; that ship had sailed. "I think you need to know right now how serious I am. Sadayo…"

Her eyes closed. "Shit. You say my name like that, and I can't…"

"Can't what? Sadayo?" That time, I was teasing a little.

"Can't resist you. Can't fight back against this huge mistake."

The last word gave me pause. Enough so that I changed my tactic; my lips pushed into her cheek instead of her mouth. But it was still a kiss. I had never kissed anyone before, and now I had, and it was my Japanese teacher. Life really is crazy. For that moment, however, we were just two women who didn't know how to handle their feelings, and it was more powerful than I ever dreamed.

"Oooooh, okay," she let out in a shaky sigh a few seconds later, when I had drawn back to rest my chin on her soft, warm shoulder. "Wow. That was nicer than a little peck on the cheek has any right to be. God…"

"Yeah?" I breathed cautiously. "I figured I should start small. Not push too much."

"So you're all in now, huh?" she asked with a bitter chuckle, despite the warmth in her eyes as she gazed down at the floor. "Totally gay, and totally gay for your teacher?"

I shrugged as I pet along her back, and she melted. It was almost comical except it was too inflaming to be laughed at. "Guess so. I'm as confused as you, but it just seems silly to pretend I'm not interested."

"Makoto… your moves are like… A+ level moves. How are you only eighteen? How are you a girl?!"

"Do you want me to put the mustache back on?" I laughed.

"No!" We both chuckled for a moment, even though halfway through she shivered and arched her back. "Oh my GOD, you are barely doing anything and I'm ready to go."

"Ready to go?"

Fearful eyes turned on me. "Wait - forget I said that. Shit, why did I say that?!"

"Do you mean…" My eyes widened, and I felt heat explode within my cheeks. "Oh."

"I said forget I said it, so stop thinking about it! Wow, I really am a mess - I need to see a therapist or something!"

My teacher was turned on. Was this really happening? Despite the fact that, as she said, I was barely doing anything to her, apparently it was getting her aroused and ready for me to explore further. Only question was…

Was I as ready to explore as she was to be explored?

"It's okay," I reassured her, petting a little more firmly and hoping it would help. "I, um, I don't remember you saying anything. Just that I have some good moves. Did you say something after that?"

Her embarrassed laugh spoke volumes. "Nice try, kid. Ugh, I'm such a loser."

"Why? Because having someone focused on you feels good? Because this…" I pet a single finger down the middle of her back - not even sure how I knew to do that, running purely on instinct - and she shook and shivered. "…feels good?"

"Stop, please…"

"Really?" My hand came to rest in the middle of her back, staying totally still. "I will if you want me to."

"Yes. I do." So I took the hand away. Her eyes were sad, but what she said was, "Thank you."

Swallowing hard, trying to ignore the pinprick of fear in my stomach, I whispered, "Of course. I'm sorry, I just… I thought I could make you feel nice, and you might feel less… mad at yourself? Scared?"

"You did, in a way. But you also made it way worse." She turned to gaze at me. "Because it worked. You got me all revved up by barely doing anything - and I only felt that with the best of the dates I've been on. Even then, most of the guys had to work harder to get me there."

"Except… you don't want it from me. I'm a student, and a girl." She nodded, and I sighed. "I understand."

"Well, I don't," she blustered, folding her arms over her chest. My hand was resting on her thighs now, but I tried to keep it still so as not to draw attention to that. "This is nuts! I feel like I'm being pranked, except it's way too real to be a prank, so…"

"How do you think I feel? You're my teacher, and so beautiful. And a woman - which I think I'm somehow more comfortable with that than you are. But it doesn't mean I'm not panicking."

"You're panicking?" she asked, and I could tell she was almost grateful to think about me instead of her own feelings. "But you seem so cool with it all. Like, other than when I scream at you like an idiot."

My lips split in a smile. "Not an idiot. You just weren't expecting any of this. We're both trying to figure it out." I pet her thigh a little now, and she shivered. "Is this alright?"

"N-no." I stopped. "God… I can't believe how different it is with girls."

"Hm?"

"I ask you to stop, and you actually do it. No 'Aww, c'mon' first, no telling me I'm some big tease if I get less comfortable."

"Oh," I chuckled softly. "Do you want me to do that instead? I probably could learn."

"GOD NO!" Then we both laughed. "It's one of the only clear advantages. But, um… anyway, yeah. How do you keep from blowing your stack while I'm over here, sweating enough to fill a bucket?"

"You are not sweating," I snorted as I thought the question over. Finally, I sat up completely, my legs out and to the side behind her as my face rested against her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind me there, even if my touches were too much for her to handle at the present.

"Miss Kawakami, I wish I knew what to tell you. But I've always been like this under pressure. I'm still freaking out and trying to figure out what to do, but it's like… there isn't any point in letting the panic turn me into a mess, so I just… don't. And I can't explain to you why I'm like that, either."

"Lucky," she pouted.

"I feel lucky. You're not yelling at me for all this, and… I do keep worrying about what you said."

"Which thing I said?"

"That I'll go too far and you won't tell me to stop, and I'll hurt you. That's why I keep taking such… small chances." I kissed her shoulder again, and she sighed. "Like that one."

Humming her pleasure at the next kiss, she finally whispered, "They're small but they aren't small. My brain is telling me 'no', but my body…"

After the next kiss, when she still hadn't finished her thought, I whispered, "Tell me."

"My body wants this. Needs it - and that's all I'm going to say, because it's already really terrible that I told that to any student. I deserve everything that's happened to me in the past few years. Scummy old woman."

"Hey." I reached up and gently moved her chin so she was facing me, and her eyes grew wide and fearful. "Don't talk about yourself like that. It's not fair. Those two are wrong."

"How are they wrong? I got a student killed, and now I'm feeling way too much for another. I'm a monster, Makoto-chan."

Smiling, I leaned a little closer. "Don't you mean 'Niijima-san'?"

"Right. That thing."

"You aren't a monster. And you aren't scummy. You're a beautiful, smart-"

"I can't take any more compliments," she laughed shakily as my face got closer. "I can't take any more of this, no matter how much I…"

"What? No matter how much… you want it?" I guessed.

All she could do was nod before our lips made contact.

Kissing Sadayo was both everything I had ever dreamed it could be, and nothing like I expected. Which didn't seem to fit together very neatly, since those feelings were such different shapes. It was warmth, and softness, and openness… passion and comfort mixing like fire and water. And now that I had tried it…

I could no longer imagine kissing a man. That easily. As much as I still couldn't believe I was with a woman, it felt so right that I didn't want to question it anymore; didn't think it was necessary. Her mouth was sweet and warm and open to me, and as our lips kneaded each other, I craved more, I leaned up harder against her, my arm wrapping around her back to keep her close.

"Shit," she breathed when we finally broke apart. Only then did I realise her hand had come to rest on my upper arm, another around my waist.

"Huh? I mean… hey."

"Hey." Swallowing hard, eyes swimming with the threat of tears, she went on, "I'm… just… it's not fair."

"What isn't fair?"

"That a little girl just gave me the best kiss of my life."

Blushing though I was, I managed to protest, "I'm not a little girl. I'm a grown woman; I just so happen to be in school, that's all."

"You'll be 'grown' when you can order that wine at a restaurant," she muttered, and I couldn't help smiling. "This is still a really… terrible idea, but…"

"It's good, though?" I insisted on knowing. "You're not just flattering me? I've never kissed anyone before."

"Stop reminding me how young you are," she whined. But when she saw me biting my lip, she closed her eyes and whispered, "The best. You just barely beat out Katsuya from my high school; he was really good, too. Like, legendary."

"Wow, high school must have been a really long time ago. How do you even remember?" When her eyes flew open, I dipped my head. "Teasing. O-or trying to. You really shouldn't shame yourself so much for this happening; it was… fate."

Her hand began to caress up and down my arm, and I felt the goosebumps dimpling and shifting under the light touch. "You believe in that stuff? Like fate? Oh - right, you still owe me a reading."

"Reading?" Her heeled foot raised up and waggled just in the corner of my vision, and I smiled bashfully. "Oh yeah… I don't know why I thought that would work."

"Honestly, I wasn't sure why you were asking about my shoe size until I saw the heels in the bathroom. So it did work; it just was very suspicious. Like, what is solestry, anyway?!"

"It's a real practice!" When she squinted at me, I shrugged and admitted, "So maybe it's not very widespread…"

"If you wanna play with my feet again, just ask. You don't have to make up fortune-telling excuses; I don't even believe in tarot cards or any of that."

Sure I was beet red by now, I whispered, "Wh-why are you so sure I'm some pervert? I just liked giving you a massage!"

"You did kiss them," she laughed. "And I'm teasing. But you keep getting all flustered, so if you want me to stop my teasing and let you play with them… just say the word and I will. I mean it."

"But you freaked out when we kissed. Why would that be any different? Because they're only feet?"

"In a word… yeah?" We both laughed. "Okay, okay, so you're not into it. I just… I don't know, I'm trying to think outside the box. Things that won't be as dangerous as that kiss was a few seconds ago. Do you want to take another bath?"

"Only if we're both naked."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Sadayo was still gulping and gaping at me when I hastily averted my gaze to stare at the wall, my fingers flexing where they rested against her shoulderblade. Seconds ticked by in silence as we tried to figure out how to recover from that line.

"So…"

"Maybe we should go back to eating," Sadayo whispered.

"I thought you lost your appetite."

"I did. But um… that kiss kind of… woke it back up. So either I satisfy it that way, or…"

My eyes lifted to meet hers, and I was aware of how close our mouths still were. "Or we could do it in a fun way?"

"No. We really shouldn't do that. I want to, I… guess there's no point pretending I don't, but it's still a bad idea."

"I'm sorry I said such a stupid thing," I suddenly blurted. "I thought it would be funny, or flirty, but instead it sounded… kind of… scary."

"Yeah," she agreed with a hard swallow as she pulled me tighter against her side. "But I know you weren't doing that on purpose; I'm… this is why you don't date somebody nine years younger than you, right? They don't have the same experiences you do. I've been around the block a few times; you just got to the neighbourhood."

"Then show me. You're already my teacher at Shujin; teach me this, too. How to do it right instead of… of messing up and making you feel bad."

"This is not what 'sex education' is supposed to mean, you know," she chuckled. I smiled a little along with her.

"Let's finish dinner. I feel like you don't want to try more because you're worried about too many things, so maybe it's smarter if… we don't keep sitting on my bed."

A long whine issued from her mouth. "I kissed a teenager. On her goddamn bed, I must be out of my mind!"

"Yeah, but… think of it this way." I couldn't help smiling up at her as I whispered playfully, "You're hot enough to get a teenager to kiss you. On her goddamn bed. Has to count for something."

That did at least earn a giddy laugh from her as she facepalmed. "Sure. It means I'm a real vixen for a predator, right?"

"Hey, don't call yourself that," I scolded her, eyes darkening a little. I saw her blink in surprise at how insistent I was. "Not ever again. I'm the one who's been chasing you, not the other way around; that makes you an herbivore, I think."

"Well… I… sure, yeah," she admitted with a weary nod. "You're right, let's go eat. That duck was really good and I feel terrible that we kind of flirted our way out of finishing it."

"You really like my cooking?" I asked as we stood up, arms still loosely around each other. Now I was a lot shorter than her again - only because she was still wearing the heels. Which was at my insistence, so I had no one to blame but myself.

"Makoto, it was amazing. Where did you get that recipe?! Not that I can cook anything besides curry and instant ramen, anyway… what a failure of an adult I am."

"I think you're perfect," I breathed as we left the room. That only made her groan.

                                                    To Be Continued…

[threeletterslife]

okay so I'm sobbing right now because i had a HUGE ask written for the recent chapter 11, but I'm pretty sure tumblr deleted it.... I'm going to cry

I don't know what you recieved but I'm pretty sure I sent something 😭 sorry about that

I'll just continue from where I left off because I don't have the energy to write it all again but just know I felt very much emotions and very much tears

Okay continuing from where Hana is in the medical tent and I'm crying because MY BABY HANA AJNOKOOO

"This is a safe space" — I really love y/n, I do. I love her I love her so love her (although it has just occurred to me that y/n is technically... me? I-)

HANA'S STYLE OF WRITING IS ADORABLE all the exclamation marks and speech stuff it's just so on point for her character ahhhhh I love her 😭

I love how cheerful she is but i wonder if she really is okay. Is she just pretending? Most probably, yeah, but i hope she works things out. I love hana, and i really want the best for her

That small moment with yoongi in the tent... omg my heart is beating so fucking fast 😭 the things this man does to me- he barely even said anything and I'm screaming

The darleans are 100% trying to reach y/n, I'm sure of it

Captain Yoo is PISSING ME OFF GET AWAY FROM MY MAN YOU STANKY ASS-

Major Ki is absolutely amazing, we love a queen who can take responsibility for her actions <3

NAYOON COMING BACK LETS FUCKING GO

Okay now... I have questions Taehyung's dead isn't he? I know he definitely is, considering literally circas have passed but I'm still so sad about that 😭 the darlean soldier they captured with the boxy smile... his excitement when he saw y/n and the immediate disappointment... why can't I get him out of my mind????? He's been one my mind since the last chapter and i just can't get him out of my head 😭💔

But yes I'm still crying over the dead darlarean soldier because I really wanted him and y/n to have more interactions, and also after the dream she had about him I'm just thinking about the betrayal he must have felt... God it hurts to think about

Anyway amazing chapter as always <3 my theory is the darlareans are trying to get in contact with y/n (perhaps the codes are from a worried General Jeon who wants her to come back? 👀)

The entire time i was SCREAMING at y/n to go PICK UP HER MF NECKLACE THE ONE WITH THE JEWEL YOU HAHDHDKAHDJSJAHDDH

I WAS IN TEARS JUST BEGGING PLEASE GO GET YOUR NECKLACE IT PROBABLY HAS SOMETHING TO DO WIGH THE CODE Y/N FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT DO THIS T O  M E

anyway amazing chapter <3 10/10, the suspense is killing me. Beautiful.

Very sorry for the ask that tumblr ate up, but hopefully that won't happen next time. Bye~

I AM CRYING

THIS IS ALL I RECEIVED FOR YOUR FIRST ASK 😭 HELP INDEED

i can't believe tumblr had the audacity to eat up part of your heartfelt ask 😭😭😭 i can't imagine how frustrated you must've felt 😭

this chapter was a wild one! it was told in the span of several circas, and a lot happened during that time span😳 summer is a time when things get a little bloody, and you really see that affect the people around the oc. it's very much emotional and tear-wrenching, especially to lose people you care about (not permanently though, thank god)

PLS YOU LOVING THE OC BUT REALIZING SHE'S TECHNICALLY YOU I'M LAUGHINGGG

but tEchnically, she can be thought of as an entirely different character!—i designed her to have her own unique personality for a reason! only your names just happen to be the same!

LOL i had to figure out a way to translate hana's personality into her writing. it's really a pity that she lost her voice, but it's nothing that she can't handle!!

PLEASEEE EVERY SINGLE SCRAP OF A YOONGI MOMENT GETS ME GOING. writing them makes me so happy because i just imagine that i'm a side character, watching him from afar LMFAO. spoiler alert there will be a HEALTHY DOSE of yoongi moments in the next chapter

your theory is very interesting indeed 👀 but no spoilers from me!!

PLEASE YOU CUSSING OUT CAPTAIN YOO HAS ME ROLLINGGGG

and yes major ki is an absolute QUEEN. we love her. we admire her

NAYOON'S COMEBACK WAS THE MOMENT I WAS WAITING FOR AS I WAS WRITING THE WHOLE CHAPTERRR

😄😄 i cannot answer your very interesting question, but keep these thoughts going! as the story progresses, you're going to have even more of them LOL. they'll all be answered in due time 🙃

THANK YOU SO MUCH AS ALWAYS FOR LEAVING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE (ALBEIT TUMBLR ATE LIKE HALF OF IT). I ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE WORD OF IT <333

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FuCkInG jIMLINGSSSS!!!! YOU DID THAT!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH AYSKTSKGSNFZNGZNFSKTD I'M CURRENTLY ON THE SUBWAY SO I CAN'T OUTWARDLY FREAK OUT AS MUCH AS I WANT TO ABOUT THIS I AM D Y I N G OHMYGOD AS SOON AS I READ THIS I'M GONNA BE ON👏THE👏FLOOR👏 JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!! I'M BOUTTA REREAD THE 1ST 2 CHAPTERS SO I COULD APPRECIATE THIS IN ALL OF IT'S GLORY AHHH NO WARNING EITHER!!!! (which was probably the best way because i am s h o c k e d, i 10000% was not expecting that rn aldjfjsk i love surprises!!)

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You are literally so sweet! I really don’t know what I would do without you and your messages :’) Your encouragement is my gasoline, I swear.

myjeansareonfire said:JIMLINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I WANNA CRY WHY AM I SUCH AN EMOTIONAL BEAN?!?!?!?!?!?!? ESPECIALLY SEEING THAT PICTURE OF THEM AT THE END BEFORE THE EPILOGUE AKDJDHEKSKDBSNAJ I'M D E A D AHHH JIMINGS!!! 😭😭😭😭 Damn, what can i even say? You've rendered me speechless, speechless!!!!!!!!! This.. Has probably got to be my.. Third or fourth favorite thing you've ever written. Definitely in the top 5! Yes you have other writing that's more eloquent & beautiful & well thought out & descriptive but (1/11)

oh wow. one of your top favourites? You know, I would try to be surprised but I’m not cause it was also one of the funnest things I’ve ever written haha. I was laughing and hollering while writing and that never happens. It also wasn’t a struggle to edit and I wrote it in record time. Honestly, who knew the fic would work out considering I did 0 planning and pulled all of it out of my ass. rofl.

ahhh the character's relationships!! Just, the comedy!! The tension!! The originality of the personality created for each member! The heart warming parts! How despite the fact that it is labeled a crack fic, yoongi's always keeping it real!! 😭😭 ahh i literally can't imagine how he went through all he went through & endured all that he endured, he really really /really/ had to be in love with y/n, & that had to have been from the beginning! There's so much he'd put up w/even before y/n (2/11)

knew he was a boy like ahh & HOW IS Y/N SO DENSE?? LIKE??? I JUST WANTED TO SHAKE HER & YELL IN HER FACE AND BE LIKE Y O O N G I F U C K I N G L I K E S Y O U THIS BOY IS IN L O V E WITH YOU!!! Every time jimin came into the picture and she was like HERE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE i was like uhmm?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Really, girl?? It's gon be like that?? Gah! So frustrating T_T she's testosterone has been... Such a great fic. Definitely worth the wait!!! I would've waited even longer for this! :D (3/11)

you could've dropped this in 2019 & i still would've been like yES OH BOY HERE WE GOOOOO asdfghjkl. She's testosterone... Is like a Perfect™ fic. It's so funny it makes you wanna piss yourself. The second hand embarrassment is so bad you have to hide your face because you're turning beat red too! (Is that you you spell beat?! Beet???) The fluff parts are so /good/ whenever they happen you're just like yES!!! It's like, you know when you're reading something, and there's these 2 characters (4/11)

Frankly, She’s Testosterone is the best comedy I’ve ever been able to do haha my sense of humour can’t get any better than that in writing. I also realllllly despise reading dense characters cause I want to scream like you ‘ARE YOU BLIND?!’ but it was actually really amusing being on the writing side of it. I’ve never written a dense character before - (hint, hint) in one of my future fics they’ll be another slightly dense OC but that’s to come :3

also I think it’s beet red? hahaha omg I’m always afraid that my fluff is cringey but whelp it’s good for the ‘crackness’ of the fic.

you really like and something is like about to Happen™ and you're like DEAR LORD IT'D BE SO FREAKEN GREAT IF [BLANK] HAPPENS and then BAM!!!! you make it happen!!! It's like you've read the reader's mind and then as you were reading their mind you wrote it! Lmao! You gave us everything we could've wanted 😭😭😭 this fic is like everyone's guilty pleasure there's no holding back, you've indulged us with all our wildest dreams ;-; (5/11)

This fic is everything i ever could've asked for& everything i didn't even think about asking for😭& listen idk if this is a latino thing but i love that approval from the parents!! It really warms my heart!! Gah! &the way yoongi was so ready in his nice white button down & nice pants & waxed hair!! That boy was dressed to impress! & i LOVED HOW Y/N'S PARENTS WERE JUST LIKE HER AKDJSHS YOU COULD SEE EXACTLY WHERE HER PERSONALITY CAME FROM😭😭i'm not gonna lie her dad made me rlly emotional(6/11)

like wow what a nice dad ;~; anD HOSEOK'S CHARACTER I LITERALLY LOVED HIM SO MUCH he was so funny!!!!!!! I could feel his passion! Everytime those tears started falling i was like yes👏ho👏seok👏 let it all out boy! 😭👏🙏🙌 i love passionate people! 😂 even if they're ridiculously passionate ajdhsk passion is good! & jin's character! Loved how he was like this untouchable conceited person but after finding y/n crying we pretty much saw he's as much of a weirdo as everyone else 😂(7/11) 

jimin was too much for me tbh i was like boy wHERE IS YOUR DOWNFALL?! (tho that ending was hella cute he really is too pure for this world) and namJOOOOOOOOOOON my boy!! I love namjoon so much ajdkdjg and his character in this story had me on the flooooor he was like the exact opposite of how people usually write him! And i loved it!!! Okay moving on to jungkook that boooooyyy every time he spoke i just glared at him in my head and face palmed he was so sHy such a smol shy bean stop acting(8/11)

Your message is making my heart so warm. If you also notice through my writing, most of the parents (aside from The Wicked Witch) are really nice, approving parents. I do that because of 2 reasons. #1 - ‘The parents trying to rip the kids apart’ trope really pisses me off hahahaha I get so upset and angry as the reader/audience so I never write it. #2 - My own parents would never be so accepting so at least the parents of my characters can be nicer ahaha.

The image of Yoongi dressing up for her parents that you described is exactly like that. I also intentionally tried to make her parents similar to her, give the family the ‘silly village idiot’ vibe haha. Also, writing Jin’s character was one of the biggest things I struggled with since I didn’t know what to basis it off of and I had to go back to watch the vapp episode, I managed in the end though and I’m glad you liked him :3

Oh Jimin....I have no words for him as the writer lol. AND YES NAMJOON! He is my favourite character in the fic by far. Everyone writes him as smart or philosophical, sometimes a sly ‘daddy’ playboy/fratboy but I never knew it would be so hilarious to write him as a complete idiot. Honestly, I might write a fic like that later in the future hahahahahhaha.

like you don't care everyone can see through your act! & OKAY THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT(well kind of)but i'm not a big shipper between the members, & consequently i don't read a lot of mxm fics but my friend is like OBSESSED with taekook & recently she's been sending me a lot of domestic taekook fics & i read them & love them all cuz they're just so cute!! 😭😭 domestic things in general really pull at my heart strings ;-; so THAT BIT OF IMPLIED TAEKOOK FEELS AT THE END really hit me!! 😭(9/11)

right in my corazon ;-; also, i /totally/ wholeheartedly shipped tae and y/n for like a solid five minutes and i was like LET THEM END UP TOGETHER OR LET /SOMETHING/ HAPPEN but then yoongi swooped back in and i was fully loyal to my y/n x yoongi feels. IDK IF YOU CAN TELL but i really freaking loved and enjoyed this fic, and i know it's gonna be one of those fics that i go back and reread over and over again. This fic had me cringing, laughing, (10/11)

Ah, personally I’m okay with shipping (pretty neutral towards it) but yeah, I don’t read too many mxm fics either. There’s a reason I threw it in. BECAUSE I WAS EXACTLY LIKE YOU! I was writing Tae and the OC and it was supposed to be a way where Yoongi would get lowkey jealous but as I was writing, I thought....wow the OC and Tae are kind of cute together....they should like end up together and then I was like NOOOOO THAT’S NOT PART OF THE PLAN! It broke my heart to make Tae end up by himself so I was thinking about the other characters and I thought Jungkook was the perfect fit, despite their characters being very odd with each other haha.

slapping knees, burying my face into pillows screaming, squealing, & had me making my family thoroughly question my sanity! I want to say that i'm sad that it's over, but i don't think i am! At least not right now 😂 i'm on a reading high, & that was great! Later i'll probably be wishing i could indulge in their adventures forevermore, but for now, i am very, very happy & content with this perfect piece of writing :') bless you, jimlings! & Thank you so so much for sharing this with us!❤(11/11)

Thank you so much. Your message has made my heart warm. I hope whatever you’re celebrating this holiday season, you’ll have a good time.

Are you... Are you serious?!?! 18??? Same day.... Same year!! We're exactly the same age aksjfhskdlsb i'm dead

:O I guess we’re same aged friends!! COOOL!