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dzpenumbra · 1 year ago

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8/3/23

AGH I CAN'T STOP WORKING! I only have 3 more beads to go! I really wanted to get to bed early tonight because I'm really tired but... I just can't stop now, I'm so close. I already Brillo-prepped them too, so all I have to do is the final buff.

Alrighty, that only took about half an hour to wrap up. The beads are all done, they look great and they're all strung on a doubled piece of hemp for now. It was so long ago that I prepped these... I don't even really remember my plan. I think I was going to make this a knotted bead necklace, but I don't know if I wanted to add a clasp to it or have it be closed. I don't know if I have enough beads for that. I guess we'll see tomorrow.

Big day, lots of accomplishments. I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep, but got back to sleep pretty quickly, didn't even get out of bed. That was a relief. I had dreams about being with my ex, which was... difficult. And alien. But I shook that off and started my day. Yoga was nice today, I did some Factorio over first meal.

I went straight to work on my griptape to finish it off. I loved the vibe of listening to Heilung and painting on the floor, so I went with their live album. It's really good. All I had to do today was the highlights, and I knocked that out. Did a big photoshoot and... it's done!

Then I decided to relocate my suncatcher to a position where it can catch more light throughout the day. Where it was, it only really caught light between 5-7PM. I'm hoping this new spot will give it more light access. I had to run a string through an eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. That eye bolt was about 16 feet off the ground. So I took a big line of hemp twine and tied a rock to the end of it, and reached it over from my loft about 6 feet out to the eye bolt with one of my carved staves, and fed it into the hole with a second staff, the one I usually go walking with. It was a hell of a workout holding two oak branches by the hilt, trying to maneuver a rock through a 1" diameter hole like 5-6' away. But luckily, I picked a good rock. It fit snugly, but I got it through and it worked first try. So that's all rigged up and good to go, and super adjustable too.

Then I showered and headed out to the skatepark. When I got there, there were 6 people there. A group of 4 kids that looked college age, and two people closer to my age that looked like a couple. I did my usual thing, showing up on my hybrid board with the AirPods in, getting my trick board out of my backpack, finishing my apple and then off I went. It's weird going to the skatepark by myself when everyone else there is a group. For me, at least. And I'm actually starting to wonder... are my AirPods sending the wrong message?

Like... I keep my volume super low and transparency mode on for safety, if anyone wants to chat I can hear them clear as day. It's a really good habit to stay in, especially when riding on streets, so you can hear cars coming. But I'm kinda wondering... does me wearing headphones send the message "don't talk to me"? Because today was the first time someone talked to me, and I feel like it was almost a fluke? Meh, that's too harsh. It was entirely thanks to her, it was 100% the woman's initiative that made it happen.

This chick who... is most likely younger than me but somewhere around my age... was standing next to me when I was skating a low box. I was really bashful being one of the worst skaters at the park. I can talk all day about how skating is not a competition and it's just you trying to improve. And I bet most of the people at the park did not give a shit. But I was pretty self conscious, I often feel like I'm just gonna get in the way or something, it's... not helpful thinking. And you know, sometimes I have good days and I don't care at all... and some days I have days like today. But I pushed through it.

The woman was short, blond, very thin. Like... almost concerningly thin. And had a lot of tattoos, including a face tattoo. This wasn't the first time I saw a face tattoo in person, but the first time I saw a decent sized one, and on a female. And it was a new experience. I'll put it that way for now and elaborate in a minute. She complimented my grip tape and I said "thank you, I did it myself." And she seemed genuinely blown away, like she legit didn't believe me. And I was like, "yeah, I did," and then said, "I'm a professional artist." I really don't know why I keep adding in the word professional. From the second I got home I've been trying to convert kicking myself over that into... "it would make me feel more comfortable if I dropped the 'professional' part. I can just say I'm an artist, that's fine." It's always the little things that get you caught up, right?

She immediately asked if I had an Instagram. I was literally going to post my progress photos of making the grip tape before leaving, and I decided not to so I could get more skate time. She gave me her phone and had me add myself to her Instagram. The whole thing was just, so goddamn alien to me. Just having another human speak to me, let alone a female around my age, let alone a human in person in close proximity to me, and having an actual conversation... it was just... I got really "what do I do with my hands" pretty quick. But that was a cool moment, it meant a lot to me.

However... yep, there's always a however... my anxiety was on the prowl today. And what I'm realizing... it's not a fun realization, but it's important. Some of the most important are the least fun, I'm starting to notice. Anxiety is... judgement. It kinda has to be, right? Like... anxiety is a defense mechanism put in place to keep you safe, right? So... what anxiety does is scan the information it's receiving and... forms a judgement of whether that is safe or a threat. Information = speaking in front of 1000 people. Anxiety = you might screw up, you might do bad, people will laugh, people will emotionally hurt you because of that. Reaction = piss yourself and avoid. So, anxiety functions as an intermediary step between information gathering and reaction. And it is quite literally a step where you are judging and categorizing info based on your past experiences.

So... what I saw was... a super thin girl, like gaunt-in-the-cheeks thin, with a face tattoo and... a big scar on her shoulder. And my anxiety reminded me that I'm in a city now. And flashed back to last summer when my highschool "best friend" told me vivid horror stories - I mean straight out of Trainspotting or Requiem for a Dream horror stories. And flashed back to the last person I met on the side of the road, who was obviously high as fuck. And I got anxious. I was afraid she was a meth head or something. I feel bad for making that snap judgement. And hell, maybe she is, who knows? But like... was it really fair of me to be cautious around her when she had given me no reason to be afraid?

I often feel like a dog that has been adopted from a shelter. Only... I haven't been adopted... I'm just sorta... out here. Alone. Trying to human, somehow. I'm always trying to keep myself safe, at all times. Wow, it's almost like I have PTSD or something, weird...

But yeah, I feel bad about being judgmental. And... despite her being around the same ability level as me... I tried to keep a little distance from her because she was there with a guy. The guy had a buzzed mohawk and was really good. Like... I'm always just in awe when I get to see talented skaters in real life, and I get so intimidated. I really hope to get over that some day. But it's just how things are for now. But I tried to keep my distance from the chick because... I didn't know if they were together and I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I obviously have pure intentions and I'm just trying to make friends... but yeah. Anxiety can be very convincing.

So... I just kinda went back to skating, doing my thing. I got a lot more comfortable with the FS half cab. I'm really starting to understand it a bit more now. When I try to whip it around, it just does not work. But if I just sorta... pop and hop, and not worry so much about facing forward right away? It works pretty smoothly. But what completely made the trick for me was just facing backwards while I set up. That just made the trick possible.

I did some pretty long boardslides on an old railroad tie that was there. But that thing was sticky as hell, and I'm not brave enough to wax something at a skatepark, honestly. Not that I have wax... I got a bit more comfortable with my nosemanual position, but I'm still figuring it out. I did a few runs of ollie onto a small box and FS 180 off. So yeah, more practice. And I had a good time. I think I was there for a good hour and I was the last one to leave.

When I left, I passed by the couple who were waiting for a ride. The guy and I exchanged our first words saying "have a good one", as I rode by on my hybrid board like some kind of cyberpunk hippie. XD After all that intimidation and "not wanting to upset him", he seemed very nice. Then I was back in bliss-mode riding down the roads with tunes on, carving and cruising. That thing is so much fun to ride, I swear. My only complaint is that my back trucks might be a tad bit too loose, but it keeps me going at a slow pace so its not so bad. And then the couple passed by me again about 2 blocks down, and we all waved at each other. So that was a good vibe to end on.

So the whole like "I was being judgmental and distant and kinda anti-social" self-flagellation didn't really start until well after I got home. And I've been pretty good at keeping it productive. I think a good habit to get into is... instead of going "why did I do ____, that was dumb..." Let me give an example. Introducing myself as a professional artist. I was kicking myself because of that. I don't like it, but when my depression and my anxiety team up... I'm severely outmatched, so... sometimes I don't win. What I'd like to do is... instead of going "why did I introduce myself as a professional artist, I have under 100 followers and she can see that, that's embarrassing," I would like to try... "ooo saying 'professional artist' is a little difficult for me right now, maybe next time I can just say 'artist', that might feel a bit more comfortable." I think that's a much more gentle way of going about it, and it's actually actionable instead of just being harsh and self-disciplinary.

Self-discipline is fucking useless when you don't have context or a plan. It's just punishment for having experienced something. It's useless and harmful. The most important part of any uncomfortable moment like that is... integrating the lesson learned. Focusing on that, rather than dwelling on the mistake portion and laying into yourself, is a really good way to break self-abuse cycles. Not easy to do, but it does good.

So, for example... I was being harsh on myself for judging this chick. Specifically, for judging her because of her scars, which she obviously can't help. And... getting personal (but I mean duh, it's a journal...) - it kinda reminded me of an ex of mine that used to cut herself. And that... was a difficult memory. Let me be super clear here, that association of mine? That's not fair to her. But it's part of what happened for me. And my self-protective centers started screaming "be careful, be aware, you've seen this before, she might self-harm".

Welp. After I got home? I skimmed over her Instagram. And she had X-Rays from a broken collarbone. And I mean fucking shattered. And I just felt so fucking bad. And I was like... I mean, in hindsight, it's hard for me to even understand how I would jump to a conclusion that someone would cut or burn themselves in such a visible and odd location. But... trauma brain does weird shit, and swears it has the best intentions.

So... what I'm struggling to do is find a way to convert that... I mean, it's clear I'm still beating myself up over it and I still feel shameful. But that's not only not healthy, it doesn't lead anywhere. I just beat myself over it until that part of my brain is tired or moves on to something else. That's... not a great way to live life. So... I'd like to actually get a lesson out of this. And I think the lesson is to not judge quite so hastily. Not assume so much.

I think a huge part of that is isolation. A huge part is being alone and having to keep myself safe. And lately I've just been erring super on the side of caution. So... I'm giving myself forgiveness for this, it's been a struggle lately. And if I see her again, I guarantee she will have had zero idea any of that happened. She probably just thought "oh, he just wants to skate," and then went and skated herself.

I just so often feel so compelled to apologize to people for things like this. Because I have so many fears of the judgement of others myself, that I have to brute force through just to take the trash out sometimes. Judgement of my skin condition. Judgement of the unique combination of frankincense, nag champa and dragon's blood that I wear instead of deodorant. Judgement of me being 36 at a skatepark and struggling to ollie on a 8" box. Judgement of be having AirPods and a hybrid board. The things that some people (like me) would go "holy shit, that's really cool!" (remember, that's a judgement too...) That force has kept me in isolation for a long time. And the more that stuff like this happens? The more I realize that those judgmental anxiety fantasies? They live in my head. That hyper-judgmental force... lives inside of me.

It lives in other people, too. Sure. Don't get me wrong. The "former friend" I was talking to the other day was being super judgmental of entire demographics based merely on... a font. Which... ironically... was the exact demographic he was from... He was ripping on "fake blue collar" people, who don't even know how to use tools and shit... and I was just... it took everything in my power to not be like... "dude, I have met your parents and been to your childhood home that was in the suburbs! I've lived here way longer than you have and I've only lived here since I was 11!" And it started to hit me. And I bet this is like... a thing, you know? Projection... right?

To find something repulsive or terrifying in others, outside of ourselves... but it's really the repulsive or terrifying thing within us. And despite me often being compulsively compassionate, I often find myself being harshly judgmental. Not nearly as much as the past, and not even a fraction of a shadow of my parents... but it's there, and it showed its ugly face today. And honestly? I'm not sure how to manage it.

Because being judgmental? Profiling people? It can keep you alive. It can help you read a situation where, otherwise, you would've gotten mugged. But being in survival mode 24/7 is no way to live, and no way to build any form of relationship. Be it a partnership, a friendship, or even an acquaintanceship.

So yeah, a lot of thoughts today. But the big things of the day - finished the grip tape (phase one), finished the beads, strung the suncatcher, and posted a photo time-lapse of the grip tape to Instagram. With music I wrote in the spring, too. Finally found use for all those random riffs I write. Time lapses, social media videos.

So yeah, feeling a big sense of accomplishment. So... I'm going to actually let myself feel that for a minute because I'm realizing... I've kinda just been turning all of this into a life lesson and I haven't really taken time to celebrate victories here. I met two new people, and they could very well turn into new friends if they frequent the park and live nearby. I finished the mandala on my grip tape. I finished the beads. I did some circus act stringing a rig on my ceiling hook. I posted one of my art pieces in a public forum. I got a lot done, and I should really be proud of that.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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thatdorkyauthor · 3 years ago

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Helllooooooo, i wanted to request again because i loved how you wrote the last one so i wanted to make another promt that i think you might like.

What if Bee, Optimus and Ratchet got a call from their s/o asking them to pick them up with something along the lines off

"My family tried setting me up because they don't believe i'm on a relationship with you"

The second I read this request I was like: "Ooohohoh I indeed like this... angst." Only to draw a blank and not being able to come up with anything. So I hope this is close to what expected it to be like.

Bumblebee:

The second you finished your sentence he was on his way.

No one was taking away his partner, not as long as his spark was online.

Fowler will end up with multiple speeding tickets

Expect a certain yellow Camaro honking like crazy in front of your house as soon as he arrives.

Puts his speakers to the loudest volume possible, playing “Accidentally in love” as loud as he can, lowering the passengers side window slightly, just enough to make sure no one can see the car is empty.

Your family looks confused at the car, the person who came with the idea, raising an eyebrow. “What is the meaning of this?” Another honk was all the courage you needed. Not thinking about your words you turned to your family with a bright smile. “That is my boyfriend.” Knowing that you most likely fucked up, you run towards the car and quickly climbed in. “Thank you Bee.” The radio stopped playing the song, instead beeps and static coming from the speakers, now lowered to a normal volume. “~Anything for you, sweetheart.~”

OptImus:

You didn’t have to finish your sentence for him to make his way to you. The second you called he was able to hear the distress in your voice.

He couldn’t lose someone else that he liked, no loved. He was aware that humans have a shorter lifespan than cybertronians but he was ready to spend the rest of his and your life with you.

The second he reaches your place, the normally calm leader panics, what would he be able to do.

The first and only thing that came to mind was honk, and so he did.

He cringed the second after that, not sure if it would actually work, and because he couldn’t think of anything else to do.

The honk most definitely caught the attention from your family, who instantly ran towards the window out of curiosity. You smile however, the second you hear the honk. “That’s my boyfriend, bye!” Without giving your family time to respond you run out of the house, straight towards the familiar flaming truck. “Thank you Optimus, that was a close call.” You huffed after climbing into the truck and sitting down with a relieved sigh. “Of course my love, no one is taking you away from me.”

Ratchet:

He was quite calm, there was no way your family wouldn’t believe you dating him.

That lasted five seconds before realization sunk in, no one knew who and what he was.

Without time to waste he activated a groundbridge, whose end was located a couple of streets away from your place.

Unlike his friend and boss, he already had figured out how to catch your attention.

The second he reached your place he turned on his sirens.

The entire neighborhood peaked from their curtains, curious as to why there would be an ambulance in their street, including your family. A smile appeared on your face, you were familiar with those sirens. “My actual boyfriend is here!” Your family glanced at you with confused looks on their faces. “What-?” They couldn’t finish their sentence as you bolted out of the house, towards Ratchet. “Thank you Ratch, I didn’t know what to do.” He waited until you sat down properly before driving off. “Always darling, I would do anything for you.”

#transformers prime x reader #ratchet x reader #transformers x reader #bumblebee x reader #optimus prime x reader

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transpidergwen · 2 years ago

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Queer TV PSA!

Hello fellow Netflix watchers! Every week Netflix publishes their Top 10 charts for us to see what's doing well (and what isn't). And every week I check to see how the new queer shows are doing. This year has been a real mixed bag for us. Netflix has renewed several big hits like Heartstopper, Heartbreak High, & The Sandman, but buried others like First Kill and The Imperfects under bigger releases and no marketing campaign. It's frustrating and exhausting to say the least, and it might be happening again.

If you have been meaning to watch the Bastard Son and the Devil Himself but you haven't yet, you should do it now while your viewing matters (only the first 28 days are counted, yes it's stupid). It had a big increase for its second week and then dropped off the map for week three, not a good sign. If you already watched it, you should throw it on in the background a couple times, volume low but not muted (or it won't be counted), and make sure to stream the entire season. Netflix cares about two things: hours viewed and completion rates. Good hours but a low completion rate is still bad as it signals a lack of interest in future seasons. This is why the Sandman's renewal took so long, because people were watching it slowly. That's nobody’s fault, bingeing isn't for everyone, and some shows are better as a slow burn experience. Unfortunately it's how Netflix gathers its data.

So, what I recommend is re-streaming your faves after you finish them, several times if you can. If you're not ready to watch a show yet, or don't have interest in it, but still want to support queer media, you can stream it on a laptop or your phone while you're not using it (I stream on my laptop while I'm watching on my TV). It might not seem like much, but it's what we can do.

Here's the link to the charts as well as some visuals.

More than doubling hours, great!

Dropping by more than half off the global chart, yikes. Dropping off more than 2/3 of countries top 10 charts, yikes. You can't save a cancelled show, but you can stream it while it still counts! And while we're here, please go check out Dead End: Paranormal Park (trans, gay, bisexual and autism rep!), Warrior Nun and Young Royals, all just released new seasons. Let's grow their audience and give Netflix every reason to renew them again!

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rainbow-shine · 3 years ago

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will I find you when the night is over?

@spnprideweek's day 7: free space

basically I just had to write my own fix-it fanfic

Castiel found Dean in the kitchen.

Dean was making what appeared to be a PB&J sandwich, and Castiel was suddenly struck by a wave of longing at the domestic scene. His now human heart seemed to want to explode inside his chest, unable to contain the love he felt for the man who was humming a tune as he meticulously distributed the jelly on the bread.

Apparently satisfied with the sandwich, Dean nodded to himself, filling a glass with milk and grabbing the glass and plate, he turned for the exit, only to freeze when he saw Castiel in the doorway.

"Hello, Dean" Castiel said, breaking the tense silence they had fallen into and trying to ignore the way something inside his chest ached at the thought that it was his fault that things were so uncomfortable between them now.

They hadn't discussed the confession, though it's not like they had the time to do it. When Dean rescued him from the empty, Castiel barely had the energy to share a couple of hugs before collapsing from exhaustion. He had spent the rest of the day asleep and by the time he woke up, he had searched for Dean and found him in the kitchen.

And now they were here.

"Hey, Cas," Dean eventually exclaimed, clearing his throat. “I thought you might be hungry”.

Oh.

Dean had prepared him something to eat and that simple gesture was enough for Castiel to feel his eyes fill with tears. His emotions were difficult to control now that he didn't have his grace, but Castiel tried to regain his composure as soon as he could. Dean's friendship, being able to be by his side and having Dean to love him like a brother was enough. It was.

"Thank you," Castiel said.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Dean asked, stepping back to put the plate and glass on the table.

"I'm…" Castiel stopped for a second, wondering how to explain what he was feeling. The mixture of emotions that the mere presence of Dean elicited in him. “I'm fine”.

"It's okay if you're not fine, Cas," Dean whispered, moving closer to him and raising one of his hands as if to place it on his shoulder, but ended up dropping it. Castiel tried not to flinch at how much he wanted that contact, however minimal. “None of us can understand what you went through, not entirely at least, but we are here for you”.

"I know," Cas replied. “Thank you, Dean”.

Another awkward silence.

Castiel wondered if there would come a time when things could go back to the way they were before.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked, pointing to the plate of food. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but you woke up before I could”.

Castiel simply nodded.

During the entire time it took Castiel to finish the sandwich, Dean seemed to want to say something, sometimes even parting his lips to speak, but he always ended up holding back. Castiel tried to not feel too miserable at the inevitable rejection of his feelings, reminding himself over and over again that he always knew that Dean didn't love him that way.

"Cas," Dean began and Castiel braced himself for the blow to his heart. “Cas I—”

Dean stopped talking.

Castiel knew that Dean didn’t want to hurt him, after all, it had been Dean who had spent months looking for a way to rescue him from the empty and Castiel didn’t believe that all that effort had been just to reject him in a cruel way. However, that didn't mean that Castiel didn't want this torture to end. The anticipation was almost worse than the rejection itself.

"Will you dance with me?" Dean said unexpectedly, standing abruptly and extending one of his hands towards Castiel, who had to blink several times to understand what Dean had said.

"Dance with you?" Castiel asked, his voice shaking with uncertainty. That sounded like a terrible and at the same time wonderful idea.

"Yeah," Dean said. "Come on, it'll be fun".

Castiel wasn't sure about that, but he had never been able to deny Dean anything, so, with a sigh, he took the hand that Dean was still offering him.

With a smile on his lips, Dean led them to the middle of the kitchen, taking his cell phone and playing a song on low volume, so low that Castiel had to concentrate to even hear the lyrics.

They both stood face to face for a few seconds and Castiel tried to smile, he didn't know what Dean was planning, but he still tried to be encouraging. Dean smiled back at him and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling his bodies together.

Castiel was sure that he had died trying to escape from the empty and this was his personal heaven.

Shyly, not quite sure what were the limits of this, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. They both swayed to the rhythm of the melody, looking into each other's eyes and silently saying everything they had never dared to say before. Castiel felt that his heart would stop at any moment from how fast it was beating and that his legs would stop supporting his weight from how much they were shaking.

Dean didn't seem that affected, holding him in his arms like they'd done this a hundred times before. And although Castiel wanted to pull away from him and demand answers, he knew he wouldn't, because this might be the only chance he would have to taste what it was like to be loved by Dean Winchester.

The song ended, but they didn't stop dancing. Castiel took a deep breath before leaning his head against Dean's shoulder, who, in response, only hugged him a little bit tighter.

"I thought I should let my actions speak for me," Dean whispered and Castiel couldn't help but tense. Here it came. “But you deserve to hear this, Cas”.

"Dean?"

"When we first met, I was scared of you. Like, completely terrified,” Dean began. “You were something that until that moment I didn’t believe that existed and that my mind was unable to understand”.

Dean laughed softly.

"But then I started getting to know you," Dean continued. "And you went from being a creature that terrified me to the best friend I've ever had in my entire life".

Castiel felt his breath catch and his brain began to spin at the thousands of meanings this could have. Oh, but Castiel knew what he wanted it to mean. An impossible that no longer seemed to be so.

"You said I changed you, but you changed me too, Cas," Dean finally said, his hands coming up to gently caress his back. “You made me have faith. You made me a better person, because you made me want to be the kind of man you loved. You made me believe that I’m something more than a killer, than a simple tool or a character in a story”.

Tears started running down his cheeks and Castiel did nothing to stop them, but he clung closer to Dean's body, refusing to let him go. This was too much and at the same time not enough. Castiel wanted... oh, how much he wanted...

"You can have me, Cas," Dean confessed and Castiel felt one of Dean's hands tangle in his hair and pull it gently so they could look into each other's eyes again. Dean then gave him the most beautiful smile Castiel had ever seen and said. “I love you too, Cas”.

Nothing, in all his millennia of existence, could compare to this moment.

"Dean," Castiel gasped, a smile making its way to his lips as his hands reached up to cup Dean's face. “Oh, Dean. I love you, I love—”

The rest of his words were interrupted by a pair of soft lips over his.

Castiel felt that entire galaxies were born and died within him. This was everything he had longed for, everything he had wanted. Dean's lips were warm and Castiel, with just one innocent touch, had already become addicted to them. Castiel had convinced himself that just being was enough, but having Dean's love was simply the best thing that had ever happened to him.

When they parted, Dean leaned his forehead against his and gave him another brief kiss before saying: “I'm a very good dancer, huh?”

Castiel gave a laugh that could well have been a sob, pulling away from Dean so he could cover his face with quick kisses, because now he was allowed to do so.

"Of course Dean," Castiel finally said, leaning his head against Dean's shoulder again, this time with the certainty that he would not be rejected.

They danced until the exhaustion made them separate and go to Dean's room to try and get some sleep, both of them knowing that they would never spend a night alone again.

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amaya-chwan · 4 years ago

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Takeaways from Therapy Game: Restart Chapter 13 (and some Therapy Game news!)

Hello everyone! I hope you've all been well these past two months and taken care of yourselves! 💜

Before we get into our takeaways for chapter 13, I saw some news from Hinohara-sensei's Official Twitter that I would like to share with you all!

First piece of news: Therapy Game re:start volume 2 will be released on 1st June 2021! 🎉

Second: in conjunction with the release of the second volume, Sensei will have an in-person fan signing event at the Ikebukuro Animate store (animate honten) AND will have a special limited time shop featuring goods of our favourite dorks! This shop will be opened 6th-20th June! 🎉🎉

Image from Sensei's Official Twitter post! ❤️💛💜❤️

Now, what does the second piece of news mean for us not living in Japan (such as myself)? 🤔 Well, one of two things could happen:

We could see the merch on Sensei's Twitter and wish we could buy them one day 😭 OR

Animate could "potentially" release this merch for online order!

I'm not trying to get anyone's hopes up, but when I saw Animate open a special Yuri!!! on Ice shop last year, I didn't think they'd release merch online. But they did, for a very, very short period of time only! So my only hope is that they do that again for Hinohara-sensei! 🤞

Here's the special website from Sensei's twitter that has information about the fan signing event and limited time shop! It seems they'll show what merch will be available in the shop when it's all been finalised.

If I spot anymore updates about that, I'll try to post about it here! ❤️💛

Alright, down to business as usual! Let's get into our takeaways~ Thank you for being so patient with me! Life has been a little busy this year with juggling work and social life! So I really appreciate your patience! 💜

Here are our takeaways for this chapter:

Loving the brotherly love we see in this chapter! Warms my heart to no end! ❤️💛💜❤️

Minato, bb, you are growing up a lot! I am proud of you! 😭

Did I ever tell you guys that I really love Mito-san too? No? Well now I have ahah! He is just amazing and I love the energy he has--cool and lovable, yet smooth and sexy! Loving the domestic vibes I'm getting! 😍😍

AHHH SHIZUMA! Your smile is too pure, it's blinding! 🥰

Just couple goals from Shizuma and Minato, AND from Mito-san and Shouhei! (Why I don't call Mito-san Itsuki, I'll never know ahah I blame Shouhei! XDDD) ❤️💛💜❤️

The younger sibling moments in this chapter are so relatable! (I am that younger sibling ahahah!) 🤣🤣🤣

I honestly don't know what to think of Onodera at this point in time? 🤔

The (supposed) date time with Shizuma and Minato went from adorable anticipation to steamy relations in a split second, but not NSFW! 😲

And that’s it for this chapter’s takeaways! For a more detailed breakdown/summary of this chapter, please continue after the cut! Since it's been a while since the last chapter, I threw in some extra surprises in this summary, so keep reading if you want to see~ 😉✨

Our chapter begins with an image of Mito-san and Minato, with Minato's cheek leaning on Mito-san's shoulder. The dialogue reads: When it seems like my overflowing emotions are about to burst from the seams, I really do yearn for this back (i.e. something familiar he can always lean on).

We see Minato spaced out on a sofa, being called by Itsuki. Itsuki tells Minato to go home if he's just going to sit there like that since he is very busy cleaning his entire home for when Shouhei moves in with him! Minato gets up, understands the situation, and helps Itsuki out.

Itsuki, knowing something has happened between Shizuma and Minato, asks Minato directly since he only goes to Itsuki's place when he is troubled, and he must be troubled by something related to Shizuma. He also says that Shizuma is worried about Minato, especially since Itsuki lied to him about Minato's whereabouts.

Minato brushes it off, saying that it's nothing big. He talks about the time when they had to drop by Shizuma's workplace, he saw a woman/Onodera (not knowing she's Shizuma's director) and that Shizuma made an very adorable face while talking to her.

Minato stops talking, so Itsuki asks if that is all to the story. Minato then says yes, so Itsuki deduces that Minato is ignoring Shizuma because he happily spoke with that woman (Onodera) and confirms with Minato, who then agrees. Itsuki blames himself for raising Minato like this and apologises to Shizuma in his inner monologue.

Minato defensively says he's told Shizuma not to do that, yet he still does. Minato's monologue says that this Shizuma--who is talking to someone unknown to him, about a story he doesn't know, in a place he doesn't know about--seems like a distant person to him.

He realises that even though he and Shizuma are together, he cannot monopolise him, and that it annoys him. So rather than tell him not to speak with others, he has chosen not to see Shizuma until he calms down. Suddenly, a handyman appears at Itsuki's home to beginning furniture installations.

Image translated from Sensei’s Twitter post here!

Minato is surprised Itsuki replaced a lot of his furniture, to which Itsuki replies: "I wonder if Shouhei-kun prefers the new ones too." Minato says Shouhei would freeze from this "surprise" and imagines Shouhei asking how much it cost!

Itsuki, still in his happy bubble, says he wants Shouhei to also select some household furniture and accessories, so they'll go shopping together next time. Minato is happy for them since their house-moving plans are going well. Itsuki goes back to their previous topic of conversation, and says how Shizuma and Shouhei both are very charming. He recounts how Shouhei would handle different kinds of customers, from the difficult to the sad ones, how his charms and personable skills would change their mood completely, and calls him a genius who has a knack for calming customers.

Minato asks if Itsuki dislikes that, since he himself doesn't know what to think of Shizuma showing his charm and friendliness to others and that some misunderstandings would arise eventually.

Itsuki then reminds Minato that out of all the people in the world, Shizuma asked Minato to live with him, and that thought alone must've made him happy.

Minato does agree, yet it doesn't change the fact that he is unaware of what Shizuma does outside of the home. Itsuki is then suspicious that Minato and Shizuma are going to move in together too.

Minato panics, and says he just meant that from Itsuki's point of view since he's moving in with Shouhei. Just as Minato thinks he's almost let the secret slip, he gets a phone call. Itsuki tells Minato that it's Shizuma, but Minato refuses to pick it up as he is "still cleaning"--the real reason is that Minato told Shizuma he wouldn't forgive him if they speak before Minato gave the OK to talk again.

Itsuki, being the older brother, answers the phone and slides it on the desk near Minato and leaves him to talk with Shizuma, even putting it on loud speaker since Minato is preoccupied.

Shizuma is frantically trying to get a response from Minato, to which Minato responds with a simple: “What... I can hear you.” The first thing Shizuma asks is where Minato is at this present moment, fearing that he might be at a suspicious place. Minato says he isn't and is in fact in the neighbourhood doing some errands. Shizuma breathes a sigh of relief and is thankful his call finally reached Minato as no one he asked knew where Minato was, and because Shizuma was overthinking things, he was just about to go searching for him.

Minato tells him that he doesn't need to go to such lengths and make such a big fuss about it, but Shizuma tells him that he will always make a big fuss about it since it's about Minato. To avoid such a thing happening again, Shizuma tells Minato not to make him worry. Then these pages happen:

Just as their talk of their brothers' moving into together comes to an end, Shizuma gets all excited to go apartment hunting with Minato again and reminds him, not knowing that Itsuki is also listening. The Mito brothers freeze in surprise, with Itsuki soon confirming his earlier suspicions with Minato--his eyes and aura going all kira kira (i.e. sparkly). Minato tries to reprimand him for bringing it up now, but Shizuma continues on, saying he's found a few places he likes and they should start inspecting prospective apartments soon before they're overwhelmed by it all.

Minato hastily agrees to it all, and Shizuma smirks on the other end of the phone, asking Minato when they can see each other. Shizuma suggests Friday if he is too busy at the present moment, and just as Minato gives work as an excuse not to see him on that day, Itsuki jumps in and says he can go see Shizuma.

Shizuma, very surprised by the fact Itsuki overheard their conversation, says his name aloud, and Shouhei overhears him. Itsuki thanks Shizuma for letting him overhear such an adorable story featuring Shouhei. And then this happens:

Still very flustered, Minato quickly agrees to seeing Shizuma on Friday and promptly ends the call before Shizuma can even finish saying "Wait!" Itsuki happily approaches Minato and asks to hear more of their apartment hunting adventures, to which Minato replies that nothing is final yet!

We change locations, and Minato is now on the balcony scrubbing the floor. Minato recalls how he wanted to tell Itsuki about his and Shizuma's plans to move in together further down the track. He then is overjoyed at the thought that Shizuma missed him and wanted to see him. While he awaits Friday, he remembers and is embarrassed by how furious he was the last time they saw each other. He plans to start a skin routine to care for his face and to get his hair done.

Just as he thinks this, he is called out by none other than Shizuma, who is on the ground floor outside. Minato, visibly surprised, asks Shizuma why he’s here. Shizuma tells him that the shop is close to his home. Minato knows this, but is more curious as to why he is here since they just agreed to see each other on Friday. Shizuma is taken aback for a moment, before saying:

While Minato hides away from Shizuma and quickly tries to style his hair, Itsuki overhears a ruckus on his balcony and goes to investigate. We then find out that Shouhei accompanied Shizuma. Shouhei calls out to Itsuki and asks why he didn't tell him that he was cleaning the whole house. The Ikushima brothers offer to help out with the cleaning, with Shizuma joining in because his younger brother will be under Itsuki's care soon. Itsuki happily agrees, saying that he wouldn't be able to fully clean the place if only Minato were there.

As the Ikushima brothers are getting ready to go upstairs to help, Itsuki says the brothers are indeed good, endearing people, and their charming personalities would probably make Minato and Itsuki anxious at times. Minato agrees. Itsuki then continues to say that while Shizuma and Shouhei charm those around them, the only ones who can make them smile the way they do are themselves. Minato is concerned about a possible intruder in their relationship, and Itsuki provides some brotherly advice.

We change scenes to Onodera, smoking on the clinic rooftop and thinking about Shizuma's smiling face.

We change scenes again to Minato, waiting for Shizuma at a predetermined location since it is now Friday. Happy with his new hairdo, Minato reminds himself not to get angry, to sort out the current situation they're in (i.e. Minato's one-sided anger at Shizuma), and to be calm and collected.

Shizuma then gets out of a car across the road, and looks around for Minato. Minato, who can see him very clearly, smiles happily and decides to let Shizuma look for him a little longer. A few more moments pass by, and Shizuma spots Minato and then waves happily to him. However, there is a slight problem.

Minato sees “the woman from last time” (Onodera) driving the car who then passes Shizuma his phone, with him smiling awkwardly at her. He recalls Itsuki's brotherly advice. Minato had actually asked Itsuki a follow-up question: "You say ‘just don't lose,’ but what should I actually do?" Itsuki tells him that it's something he has to figure out for himself.

Shizuma runs to Minato, apologising for making Minato wait. He explains that he was running late due to various issues, and he seemed to have dropped his phone in the car of the person who dropped him off. Before he could even tell Minato that it's his director who dropped him off, Minato says he doesn't need to say anything else and to just go out with him.

We see that Shizuma and Minato are now at a hotel, with Minato quickly pushing Shizuma onto the bed. Shizuma is annoyed at himself for letting Minato see such a scene that would cause a misunderstanding. Before heading over to the bed, Minato closes the door, turns to face Shizuma, and grins. He crawls onto the bed and immediately kisses Shizuma. He calls out Shizuma's name before asking him:

He softly pleads with Shizuma, asking for a quick response. Shizuma wonders if Minato's jealously is making him want to be held right now. He thinks Minato is really, really adorable, but also realises this isn't the right time to be thinking this. So Shizuma does tell Minato he loves him, that it's obvious he loves him very much. He apologises for causing him to worry and that he never once intended to do so. Minato cuts him off, saying that he understands and that it's okay.

Despite saying so, Shizuma notices the atmosphere is a little different than usual. Minato then tells Shizuma that he's been thinking of a way to ensure he doesn't lose Shizuma to anyone or lets anyone take him. The final page shows us this:

Again, THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! 💜 📢 As always, please support Hinohara-sensei by purchasing her books and CDs! 📢

And that’s it for this chapter! 😲 Another cliffhanger here, and ngl that was a little (SFW-ish) steamy? I honestly do not know what to expect in the next chapter!! Dominant Minato????? But I hope you enjoyed the few extra panels in this summary! 💜 My laptop struggled to keep up, so I will go back to only showing a handful of panels in future summaries. Please also refrain from resharing these translations and images outside of this post! Thank you for understanding! ❤️💛

The next chapter will be in next month's Dear+, so the wait isn't too much longer! So I shall see you all next month for our next set of takeaways to find out what happens next!

As always, stay safe during these turbulent times and look out for each other and for your loved ones! 💜❤️💛

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dumbikawa · 4 years ago

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Being Stressed About Exams & HQ Boys Comforting You

GN!Reader | Comfort/Fluff | Warnings: stressed reader

Characters: Atsumu, Oikawa

A/n: This is extremely self-indulgent as school has been kicking my butt and the future post-graduation is very terrifying lol

ATSUMU

You stare at the computer in front of you, the text you’re supposed to read for class beginning to swim together as your eyes fill with tears. Everything is happening too fast and you feel completely unprepared to take any of it on. What if you spent all of this time and money on schooling only to fail so close to the end? What if you finally do finish, but then can’t find a job in your field? Should you have studied something else? The questions become more exhausting and constant the closer it gets to exams.

Small droplets roll off your cheeks and begin to pool on your keyboard. You haphazardly wipe them away before powering off the computer and tucking it back in your bag. Out of sight, out of mind, you figure. It’s not like there’s any use in trying to finish it tonight when you can already feel another wave of stress induced tears coming on. Those have also become a regular thing.

You click the volume button on your phone so that the sounds of music fill the room before leaning back in the desk chair, testing the limits of how far you can recline before gravity takes over. Atsumu had made this study playlist for you when he first noticed how stressed you were. It contained a mixture of your favorite songs, his favorite songs, and a few ‘motivational’ songs he pulled from his work-out playlists. It was a bit of a weird Frankenstein mash up with the large variety of genres, but it quickly became one of your studying must haves.

Over the sound of the music, you couldn’t hear the shower click off and the door to the bathroom swinging open. When Atsumu steps out, he sees you sitting where he’d left you, although, in a more dangerous position than you’d been in before as he notices the way the desk char teeters back and forth. His attention is quickly caught by the music choice, though, recognizing one of the songs playing as a favorite of his he added to the playlist he made for you a couple weeks ago. A smile breaks through his face as he hurriedly jumps into a pair of sweatpants before approaching your quiet figure.

As he comes up behind you, though, he notices a slight glisten upon your cheeks and a few fresh tears that tumble from your closed eyes. His upturned lips quickly sink as worry floods through him. Exams had been taking a toll on you, it wasn’t hard to tell, but he would never get used to seeing you cry.

“Baby,” he whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “What can I do for ya? Food? Cuddles? Cry it out?” You nod, resting the chair back on the ground and practically launching yourself into his arms.

Atsumu catches you with ease, his strong arms holding you against his chest. His hand rubs up and down your spine, sending shivers racing down you back, but there's no ulterior motive to his gentle touches. He continues the soft touches as he guides you to the bed, only letting you go for a second before allowing you to bury yourself in his side again.

“What if I can’t do it?” you whisper, trailing your fingers across Atsumu's toned chest. “I’ve studied for so long, but what if it doesn’t work out? What if--What if I don’t actually know anything and I crash and burn and--”

Atsumu shushes you gently, placing a few comforting kisses to your forehead. He notices your breathing beginning to grow heavier as your anxiety takes over. There's a few moments of silence as you try to match your breathing to his, the two of you taking slow, deep breaths in sync.

“The future might be unsure and stressful, but I know you’re going to do your best and make it work. All you can do is continue to work towards your goals and handle everything as it comes. Not to mention, I’m always going to be here to remind you of how strong you are even if you don’t see it.”

A new wave of tears begins as his words echo through your ears. You bury your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull yourself as close to him as you physically can be. Somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear and a part of you wonders if he’s ever repeated those sentiments to himself when things felt unsure.

He continues to whisper reassurances as you fully relax against him, your tears finally beginning to dry up. You lift your head and offer him a weak smile.

“Thanks for letting me cry on your abs,” you sniffle, allowing yourself to truly laugh.

Atsumu feels lighter as he watches you smile and joke, hopefully being able to forget about the more stressful parts of life for a while as he holds you close. There’s been countless times where you eased his worries about the future, so he’s just happy that he can return the favor and create a safe space where you’re allowed to simply be.

OIKAWA

The cup in your hand is warm and comforting as you trudge towards your bedroom, a sense of dread washing over you as soon as your eyes land upon the laptop you left sitting open on the bed. With finals coming up, you thought it would be a good idea to transfer the notes you had written down during lectures onto your computer, figuring it would make them easier to access and that the process of going back through the information would be a good way to ensure you remember the material.

What you didn’t realize, however, is how absolutely time consuming and exhausting it was going to be. Your neck hurts from constantly looking back and forth between the paper and computer screen, your back hurts because somewhere along the way you abandoned any semblance of healthy posture and decided to go full cave gremlin in the way you hunched over your work, and instead of absorbing the information for a second time it seemed as if your brain had completely abandoned you and gone on autopilot. Shoving the computer off the bed and taking a nap feels like the best course of action right now, but you know if you stop now there’s no way you’re going to want to finish later.

Begrudgingly, you settle back onto the bed and take a large swig of coffee before stretching your fingers and placing them back on the keyboard. It couldn’t take that much longer right? All you have to do is push through and get it done.

And, for the next few hours, that’s what you do. You jump back in where you left off and race through the next few, gruelingly long chapters. The daylight outside quickly dwindles away until you’re forced to turn on the bedside lamp when you realize the sun has sunk far below the horizon and is beginning to cast bizarre shadows around the room. It was no bother, though, because you’re so close to being done. The issue is that neither your brain nor your body could keep up anymore.

Your fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, typing made up words that have you constantly backspacing and starting sentences over again for a third of even a fourth time. The breaking point comes when you go to take a sip of your now cold coffee and look back at the screen after attempting to type an entire paragraph from your notes in one go. Little did you know your finger placement was off, yet again, and the entire paragraph is an unreadable mess that even spell check doesn’t want to touch.

The tears that sting your eyes make you feel stupid. It was entirely too dumb to cry over something as superficial as misspellings that could be easily fixed and cold coffee. But once the tears start they won’t stop. Suddenly, you’re not crying over the notes or even school work in general. You’re crying about the crushing weight of change that's soon to come once you finish with classes and how impossible everything has begun to feel.

You’re too exhausted to focus on anything anymore, letting the hot tears run down your cheeks freely, which is why you don’t hear the rushed footsteps of your boyfriend who could hear your hiccuping breaths from down the hall.

He doesn’t say anything when he sees you curled up on the bed, your face buried in your arms. Oikawa sits on the ground closest to you and lays his head near yours as he begins to run his slender fingers through your hair. It doesn't take a psychic to tell you've been stressed with the quickly approaching exams, and from the collection of notes littered all around to the half closed computer the dots practically connect themselves.

The slight dip on the bed near your head alerts you to his presence, but you don't move. His hands guiding themselves over your scalp is quick to relax your body, but your mind feels like it's about to burst any moment as the thoughts continue to race.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers against your temple, planting soft kisses after every word, “and you deserve to take a break. Remember when you used to have to tell me that all the time?" The feeling of his quiet laughter against your skin makes you smile, along with the memories of simpler times before either of you had barely begun to grasp how harsh the world could be.

"I picked up dinner for us, it was an apology for coming home late," he admits, kissing the top of your head. "But let's go heat it up and you can either tell me everything you're worried about or we can try to forget all about it for now and watch a movie. I'd really like it if you talked about it eventually, though. I know I'm not going to be able to fix it all, but that doesn't mean I can't try."

You turn your head to the side, exposing your tear stained cheeks that are quickly wiped away by Oikawa's calloused thumbs.

"I will," you say, voice heavy. "For now could you just hold me?" There isn't a second of hesitation as Oikawa slips his arms beneath your figure and presses you tightly against him.

"Movie it is," he announces, laying you on the couch with the remotes so that you could put on whatever you want. Your brain would never stop the constant anxious thoughts, but losing yourself in those chocolate brown eyes made it easy to imagine a future where it all works out somehow. Little do you know, Oikawa sees the same thing reflected in your eyes as he wonders about the right time, perhaps a couple years from now when you've both settled down in your careers, when he can finally buy that ring he's been looking at.

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wannajointhecrabcult · 5 years ago

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Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

#maribat #maridami #miraculous x dc #daminette #Miraculous crossover #damian x marinette #i still cant believe that people actually liked my last post omg #people are so supportive in this fandom #masks and music

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roccinan · 3 years ago

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Okay so first of all hi!

Second, I have something I HAVE to point out.

So in Ep 2, THAT EP,

When they show that whole Berlermo sequence everyone's going nuts about?

Which I would also like to point out btw, that it's so cute and I want to go Berlermo!!! But also let's not foget Martín is very touchy with everyone (he kinda touches foreheads and hugs and jumps on a lot of other people not only Andrés. Which also, you know how there's that stereotype that we latinos are like easy and slutty? I believe that comes from the fact that we are much more touchy-feely than other cultures and sometimes it comes across as amorous, and flirty and stuff like that🤷‍♀️).

And apart from that (at least in the part of latinoamerica where I'm from) that whole thing they do in that scene can be seen also as shows of affection between close bffs (that's the kind of excilarated dumb shit I myself have done with my bff, including the jumping on cause he's like a full head taller than most people so he's always carrying people around). So yes I adore those Berlermo scenes but for me they are not THAT MUCH indicative of anything as everyone else seems to think🤷‍♀️ (like yes, obviously the whole Martín being in love with Andrés and the 'soulmates' bit gives that scene a certain undertone, obviously, there's no arguing that. But if they were to be just two totally heterosexual best friends, that scene wouldn't seem weird or out of place either, just two bffs celebrating. Which gives Andrés like plausible deniability or whatever, dude's in fucking denial I won't argue that).

But that's not my point, so whatever. What I came to ramble about is this (also excuse the low quality pics, it's the best I could do):

In that scene we first see this:

Then we see this:

Then this:

Followed by this:

And finally this:

And this:

Now, you can't tell me that's not kinda like a parallel. It's a parallel, which is all good and fine (as I said. Normal shows of affection between bffs).

EXCEPT THAT BECAUSE OF YOU NO!

Why? Well, I'll tell ya why. Fucking Pagotá, that's why.

And that's entirely your fault.

So obviously, with that lil parallel my brain went😏😏😏, and now I'm in the process of writting another Pagotá fic which I don't even know if I'll finish (am like 1500 words in already😑).

All this to say, thanks a lot Rocinan. This is your fault and I hate you♥️.

Hi hi!! Always happy to scream about s5 (AND PAGOTA!!) together.

re: the first point: I love it too, and the way it was framed was so moving, like honestly such a fantastic parallel with "the love of a man" and "the love of a plan," and the fact that the plan worked definitely means requited romance in this lifetime or not, the undeniable love between them was real :') that ep gifted us with so much so much asdfasdf For me, it was the narrative framing that made my heart sing for this ep.

But you're right about Martin! As lovely as those moments are, now that you've pointed out how commonplace their body language is in Latinoamerica, the posturing(?) alone doesn't mean they're more than friends or fucking or anything (yet lmao). (But I think we can say that the framing of it was very pro-berlermo haha!) And it's always nice when "heterosexual best friends" are comfortable enough to casually touch each other like that without going no homo! every 5 seconds. I think that's a very lovely thing you have :)

(haha, the touchy-feely vibe is kind of the opposite of my culture (and a few other East Asian cultures), where even in het dramas, a forehead touch means this couple is official, married, and probably having sex that same night. So all the berlermo touchy-feeelyness this volume honestly blew me away!)

NOW, the main point of your ask asdasdfs OMG I literally had the exact same thought when watching it. I could not believe my eyes, they really paralleled the berlermo hugs with Pagota ones. tbh, I was mentally bracing myself for berlermo parallels with another ship, but was rewarded with Pagota instead. The whole Palermo-Bogota friendship had so much depth this overall season, and it just kept getting better. After berlermo, I'd say Bogota is now definitely who I'd want Martin to end up with. And Pagota endgame actually works?? Even in the finale, they were standing side-by-side.

so anyway, YOU'RE WELCOME, and love you too. I accept all blame uwu Pagota superiority!!

And I can't believe you're already 1500 words into a new Pagota fic!! That's so fast, and I cannot wait to read it! (Also remember when I promised you a Pagota fic too? I'll get on that after secret santa! This volume brought us so much new Pagota content!)

#long post #delirious-and-slightly-murderous #s5 spoilers #the only thing that would have made this better was actual pagota endgame #then they go visit Andres' imaginary grave together with marseille #cormorants reunited!#also irrelevant but I was glad Marseille/Alicia didn't happen omg #now I can continue shipping Marsellie/Helsinki in peace uwu

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allsassnoclass · 3 years ago

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you said 'i'm always taking prompts' and i took that personally, so, 42. “Is this okay?” for malum if you feel like it! - taylor <3

"i took that personally" a;sldkjfa taylor you make me smile. I hope you enjoy this one @squishmichael

malum: "Is this okay?"

Michael blinks as they exit the coffee shop and re-enter the sunny Los Angeles street, eyes adjusting to the lighting change as they pull out chairs on the patio and sit down. Calum kept his sunglasses on the whole time, even though Michael said it made him look like an asshole in the shop, but no one in LA blinks twice at that. There are too many celebrities around trying to hide their identities for sunglasses indoors to be uncommon.

Michael and Calum aren't trying to hide today. In fact, that's the exact opposite of what they're supposed to be doing. They're here to be seen, and when Michael glances across the street and sees a man enjoying his own breakfast with a camera around his neck, he knows they will be.

He hates pap walks, which is part of the reason Ashton always does them for the band, but this time is different. This time they have a reason for wanting to be noticed.

He exhales slowly. They can do this.

"So..." Calum says. Michael takes a sip of his coffee, burning his tongue a bit. Calum got an iced coffee, which was probably the better choice for a warm day, but Michael hates putting ice in his coffee. Then the ice melts and it gets weird and watery, and with the sun still beating down on them it'd melt even faster than usual.

"So," Michael replies.

"You know, based on the awkward silence this is not one of our better dates," Calum says. Michael snorts, some of the tension he hadn't realized he was projecting dissipating with the noise.

"It's not exactly a normal date for us," he says.

"No, it's not," Calum agrees. He puts his hand out on the table, palm up for Michael to take. Michael looks at it for a second too long, then puts his own hand down on top, Calum's thumb automatically swiping over his fingers.

"Is this okay?" Calum asks.

"Yeah," he says. "It's kinda the point."

"Then why do you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here?"

Michael forces himself to relax again. This won't work if he looks uncomfortable, and he shouldn't be, anyway. He's on a date with his boyfriend. This is something that he does and enjoys all the time, just with a few more eyes on them.

"I don't know," he says. "It's... weird, I guess. Like I keep forgetting that we're not hiding anymore and I can feel everyone's eyes on us even though literally no one is looking right now, and the whole point of this is to be seen. I don't know."

"Do you want to do this differently?" Calum asks. "We can go home."

"No, I want to," he says. "Someone has to do the pap walk anyway, and I liked the idea of not having to formally say anything. I like us continuing to live our lives, only without censoring ourselves. They're doing the work of coming out for us, and you know I'm lazy and will always let someone else do the work."

"Okay," Calum says. "Are you sure?"

Michael nods once, decisively, and smiles at him. One of the things that Michael loves about Calum is that he never pushes when he shouldn't and he knows where Michael's lines are. Calum is always trying to ensure that he's comfortable, and Michael loves that given how uncomfortable the world can be.

"I love you," he says, because this is the first time doing it out in public without having to check his volume. Calum's face blooms into a smile, cheeks a little rosy from the sun he got yesterday while relaxing in their backyard.

"Love you, too."

Things go easier after that. Michael is able to forget about the point of this excursion and focus on Calum instead, immersing them in conversation and each other. They hold hands the entire time, and Calum even kisses Michael's hand in a move that makes him laugh because hand kisses have never been a natural part of them and Calum's supposed "loving gaze" over their knuckles just makes him look a little bit stupid. After that it becomes a competition to see who can play up their romance more, feeding each other bites of pastries from their own forks and playing footsie under the table. Michael brushes some crumbs off Calum's lip with his thumb. Calum catches an eyelash under his eye and holds it out so Michael can make a wish.

Eventually they finish their coffees and the conversation dies down. Michael starts to get restless for a change of scenery and Calum says that it's almost time to walk the dogs. They throw away their garbage and push in their chairs, ready to head to the car and go home.

The photographer is still across the street, watching with interest and a hand on his camera. Michael knows that he got shots earlier and there will be something on a gossip website soon, ready to stir up conversation and keep the band in the public's consciousness, but there's still a chance for them to do one last thing to unequivocally display themselves as a couple.

Michael doesn't want the article to speculate over their relationship status or try to dismiss them as friends who are acting a little more cuddly than usual. Michael wants everyone to know that he's loved Calum for years, that they belong together for the rest of their lives.

"Hey," he says, tugging Calum back by his hand. "One last photo op." He glances at Calum's lips, hoping it gets the point across. Calum smiles, a sparkle in his eyes.

"First time in public," he says, and that sends a thrill through Michael, too. After today, he'll get to kiss Calum wherever and whenever he wants, without worrying about exposing them before they're ready or feeling like he has to hide and be ashamed. Michael could never be ashamed of them, but it's nice to eliminate that fear, anyway.

"Make it a good one," Michael says, stepping into Calum's space. Calum meets him halfway, pressing their lips together sweetly.

"Alright?" he asks when they pull back a second later. Michael just smiles and brings his hands up to play with the curls growing out at the back of Calum's neck, happy with the way Calum's hands immediately find his waist and pull him a little closer for their second kiss.

Michael doesn't think about who may or may not see. Later, after they've walked the dogs, Calum will check the internet, find the article written about them, and tell Michael about how it says a source claims they've been dating for a while. He'll show Michael the pictures, including one of this kiss, and Michael will feel a weight leave him with the knowledge that he and Calum can freely do what they want regardless of who might be around to see. That's for later, though. For now, Michael simply lets himself enjoy kissing his boyfriend in the LA sun.

#malum #my writing #drabble #short and sweet :)#i love malum i really do #they are the blueprint

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mattness · 3 years ago

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rock it till waterfalls

Genres: PWP, Songfic, Romantic Inspired by Beyonce's song "Rocket"

Jacob sends to her so many messages, until his black Aston Martin business class with tinted windows was parked in the parking near the office center where Gwen worked. He purposely took off from work for two hours so that they could spend this time together. That's why he was so insistent on texting after texting, begging her to leave the office for lunch.

Gwen: "Five minutes, Jacob. I can't give up everything for you, no matter how much I really want to."

The man snorted, then smiled.

"Okay. I'm waiting patiently for you in the parking lot".

The salon was filled with music from the Depeche Mode song, "Strange Love", and Jacob tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the rhythm, while he carefully looked towards the building, from which Gwendoline came out exactly to the chorus, pulling a leather jacket over a red t-shirt. Black tight pants perfectly emphasized her legs. Frye's gaze lingered on her hips, which caused the most indecent thoughts to creep into his head. While he was thinking about his own, Gwen, noticing a familiar black car in a half-empty parking lot, walked briskly towards it.

"Hi, Gwenny", Jacob greeted her as she climbed into the salon and kissed him on lips as a greeting.

"What's wrong?" Gwen asked anxiously.

"My job", assassin chuckled and loosened the knot of black tie around his neck a little with fingers. Mortimer followed this action closely. "I'm going to Wales today for a couple of days, that's why I insisted on meeting."

"Oh", was all Gwendolyn breathed, who knew perfectly well that Jacob quite often had trips and even flights outside London for work, so she was no stranger to it. "Do you want to have a lunch together?"

Jacob nodded, then smiled slyly. Gwendolyn also knew this smile perfectly well, but now it seemed completely inappropriate. The man even raised his eyebrows, which made Mortimer roll her eyes irritably.

"What?" she feigned incomprehension.

"Gwenny, you know perfectly well what."

"Then let's go home—" she shrugged, but man didn't agree, explaining that they would waste time in vain. "Are you want it here?.."

"Why not? We wanted to start trying different places. Experiment—" Jacob reminded in the most innocent voice, biting his lips.

"But not in broad daylight!"

"The car has tinted windows."

"Everybody will hear us."

"I'll turn up the music louder."

Gwendolyn batted her long eyelashes in confusion, because all arguments against sex in the car were over. Or rather, she tried to come up with some other excuse, but the fantasy exhausted all its resources. Assassin's smile widened, and sparks of desire danced in his green eyes. As a final argument in favor, Frye added in a hoarse baritone:

"We won't see each other for few days, Gwenny."

She finally gave up. Sighing heavily, Gwen pulled her jacket off her shoulders, then bent down to her boots, took them off and began to unbutton her pants without any unnecessary words, while a cheerful Jacob turned up the volume of the music, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on his shirt. As soon as Mortimer straightened pants off herself, she glanced at Jacob, who, clicking one button near the steering wheel, locked the car doors.

"How much time do we have?"

"I have two hours", assassin whispered, and girl moved to his lap. His hands began to stroke her thighs possessively, rising higher and higher. Gwen took a deep breath, bent down to Jacob's face, pushing the interfering strands of her hair behind her ear, and kissed him. At first gently, as if trying on, and then sensually and passionately, as he loved. The kiss provoked both of them. Their breathing quickly lost its rhythm. Jacob lovingly explored Gwen's native body with his hands, getting his palms under the fabric of t-shirt and wanting to remove the interfering thing. Her fingers carefully straightened the buttons on his shirt, then slid over his skin. A languid moan escaped Gwen's lips through another kiss, and Jacob smiled, knowing very well, how much she liked his body, especially touching him. Gwendolyn broke away from the assassin's lips and began to kiss his neck.

You rock hard, I rock steady

"I'm leaving for just a couple of days, but how will I miss this", Frye breathed, with his eyes closed, enjoying the confident actions of his beloved. Her hands slid down his torso to the belt buckle on trousers. Jacob caught on the elastic band of her black lace panties, trying to pull it off. They both had to distract themselves from the caresses and tinker with her undressing.

Under the intoxicated excitement of Jacob's gaze, Gwendolyn couldn't resist and still took off her t-shirt. Assassin groaned, his fingers caught on the straps of her bra and, gently touching her delicate skin, pulled them off her fragile shoulders, pressing hot kisses to Gwen's chest, who couldn't restrain a new moan, lost in the sounds of some slow song. At this second, they didn't want to hurry anywhere to allow the sweet languor to fill not only every cell of the body, but also the entire space around. Jacob Frye knew how to make the whole world lose its meaning in the moments of their closeness, and they drowned together in the ocean of the highest bliss. His love was truly maddening.

Life has a reason, swimmin' in my love, your love liftin' Higher, harder, Got me screamin' to the Lord, boy!

She could already feel with her skin, how quickly Jacob was aroused, and a shiver of anticipation passed through her body from next actions, that would finally turn their heads. Assassin reluctantly pulled away from her chest, looked with darkened eyes at Gwen, who smiled seductively. Her hands confidently slid again to the belt buckle on Jacob's trousers, carefully unbuttoning, creating a moment of languor mixed with hot impatience.

"Come here. Closer to me, Gwenny—" Jacob whispered passionately, and Gwen didn't hesitate a second longer, directing him into herself with a kiss. So excited and hot. At the same time, a moan of pleasure escaped from their lips. "Damn, baby—" assassin exhaled, squeezing his hands tighter on her buttocks, forcing her to go lower so that he could penetrate deeper. Gwendolyn smiled languidly and didn't immediately begin to move, allowing them to fully enjoy this moment of unity. Goosebumps ran up her spine. The head swam sweetly, and their whole world was reduced to the two of them.

Kiss me, pray we don't overflow, Baby, I know you can feel it pulse, Keepin' the peak of my waterfall, Rock it, baby, rock it, baby, rock it till the water falls

She began to move slowly, and Jacob, without ceasing to shower her with kisses, whispered how much he loved her and was ready to put the whole world at her feet, if only she was just in his arms, always there.

"You're such a romantic", Gwen breathed between kisses, and Frye smiled lazily.

The bodies were gradually covered with perspiration. It was getting hot and stuffy in the car. The windows began to fog up. His breathing quickened. Heart was beating louder in chest, echoing in ears, throbbing in temples. The movements gradually became more intense, rhythmic.

"Lord, Jay... yes, that's it..." Mortimer whispered like a mantra, and Jacob smiled again. How nice it was for him to watch, when she was so good with him, when she was drowning in the deep abyss of pleasure with him. And Frye was ready to do it again and again until she'll started screaming with pleasure.

Soon her body was seized by a sweet convulsion, bringing the long-awaited discharge closer, lifting her with a groan of bliss straight to heaven. Gwen trembled in his arms, shouted his name in languor, froze for several long seconds, then tiredly nuzzling his neck, breathing heavily.

Damn!

It was the best sight Jacob had ever seen in his life. He loved it so much, when Gwendolyn finished, drowning in the abyss with head, sometimes without waiting for him at all, like today. But this didn't outrage him at all, on the contrary, it flattered his ego. He needed a couple more deep thrusts to cum. At the last moment, he slipped out of her, soiling her thighs, but as soon as her breathing came more or less back to normal, Jacob had the strength for the simplest movements, he carefully wiped her skin with a wet napkin, while Gwen was still burning her hot, heavy breath on his neck, trying to recover.

We're so much more than pointless fixtures

"Was it good, honey?" Frye asked in a hoarse whisper, gently stroking her back and tracing uncomplicated patterns with his fingers.

"Very good", Gwen admitted, finally straightening up and looking into his eyes. "And, you know, it's not so bad in your car. Maybe when you come back, we'll repeat it?"

"With pleasure, Gwenny", assassin laughed softly, receiving a gentle kiss on the lips. "Someone resisted at first."

Gwen smiled guiltily.

"You're just driving me crazy, and I quickly forget about everything, about all the rules of decency, Jay", she whispered, hugging Jacob tightly. "I'm going to miss you, baby."

"Time will pass quickly, you'll see", he breathed, stroking her slightly sweaty hair. "Well, if I'm a little late, we can do the same thing over the phone."

Gwendolyn laughed softly, feeling her cheeks flush. Well, no, it was somehow completely... indecent to do this on the phone. However, she thought the same about cars. Until today.

You look so comfortable in my skin. Rockets and waterfalls.

#assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed #jacob fyre #jacob x gwen #romantic #love #fanfiction #fanfics #my fanfic #rock it till waterfalls #gwendolyn mortimer #my art #photoshop

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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"recess, I'm tired" (Iida Tenya X Reader)

This is the second part to: ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/611326356316389376/can-you-meet-me-tonight-in-detention-iida-tenya

Summary: After snapping at Iida and some of your classmates, you feel horrible and want to make it up to them.

This was originally supposed to be a big one-shot but ended up being a two-parter since it was WAY too big lol but it worked out for the best! I hope this will be a satisfying conclusion :3

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGkF8635zSE

A COUPLE OF SECONDS AGO…

No more negativity. Not right now.

You wanted positivity, and show that kind positivity to your classmates from now on. As soon as you were finished with your paper and handed it to Mic, you were rushing out the door. “You got this!!” He made sure to give you that support too, because he knew a stressed-out student when he saw one and that’s the only reason you got upset in the first place. They needed to do something about students and mental health…

AFTER DETENTION…

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say, "Recess, I'm tired"

Going back to the dorms after detention was… awkward. As awkward as class was the entire time, because once you entered the dorms many of your classmates glanced at you only to quickly look away as if they were afraid you were going to snap again. That and some of the more considerate ones didn’t want to just poke and prod at you until you get irritated again, they were pretty certain you didn’t want to be reminded of what went down this morning.

You tried to wave at some classmates like Kaminari and Sero, and thankfully they gave you waves in return but they looked very nervous and scared even. Sighing, you shook your head and headed to your room and you saw Midoriya with his squad consisting of Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida…

Oh God…

“Hi (Y/N)! How was… detention? They weren’t too harsh on you were they? Present Mic is always making us write in English…” Uraraka however, tried to be mediator and see how you were doing even though she was very aware you and Iida were still not happy with each other. Iida more so no doubt as you had come down from your angry high a while ago.

“It was… it was fine… it wasn’t that bad… he wasn’t that bad either.” You nervously mumbled as you only noticed Midoriya, Todoroki and Uraraka looking at you. Iida didn’t even gaze in your direction, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same.

“Are you okay?” And to your great surprise, Todoroki of all people asked you if you were feeling okay as you blinked a bit. That genuinely surprised you even though you knew Todoroki was a nice guy, it still shocked you.

With a slow, hesitant nod you mumbled ‘Kinda’ and the boy silently nodded in reply. Todoroki understood why you got so upset, after all, he’s certainly overreacted when he was angry too so he didn’t and wouldn’t judge you.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better (L/N)… see you at dinner.” Midoriya’s words were genuine as he wanted to be polite to you despite what you said to him. And he wasn’t one to hold grudges so he acted like everything was okay as he gave you a small smile even though he didn’t really make eye contact with you and you nodded, unable to give any sort of eye contact in return.

“See ya…” Glancing away you let the four walk past you. Iida wasn’t even going to talk to you and that… hurt. He always had something to say but remained silent the entire time you and he were in proximity. You knew that was earned though because you were SUCH a jerk to him this morning, and that’s what stung the most, that you did that. You hurt his feelings and now you were paying the price as you walked glumly to your room and keep thinking about what you did.

THAT NIGHT…

Sittin' in my room, looking at all I've done Everything I wanted has come to fruition I should be happy but I can't get out my bed Stressin' 'bout the voices screamin' inside my head

You could barely sleep as you had your headphones on and listened to your music. Even as the song played in your ears and that was all you could hear, all you could see was the faces of the ones you hurt this morning.

Midoriya. Yaoyorozu. Ojiro, Aoyama. Jirou. Iida…

Oh god why did it have to be them? You really didn’t mean to hurt them, you were just so upset and they were in the line of fire but still. You felt horrible.

All you could see was the tears in their eyes because of the way you yelled at them and insulted them. They really didn’t deserve it.

You wanted to say that you deserved to feel like this, but at the same time you didn’t want to beat yourself up too-too much. It’s not like you asked for these emotions or this stress that ate you up inside.

Yes you were at UA, yes you were in the Hero Course, but getting closer to what you want or trying to get closer to what you want meant having to constantly work and be under constant stress. It’s horrible, and you just needed a break. Like the one you had now that really let you think about everything, even if it made you feel bad. And then you started to think that maybe you should have opened up to someone about this instead of exploding.

Of course how could you have come up with a plan when all of that stress was in your head? Now you knew at least, and from now on you were going to start doing that and find someone to open up to and let others give you help.

You knew that now, and you knew that you needed to talk and apologize to all of your friends and all the ones you hurt.

3 DAYS LATER…

Now that tests were over for now, everyone was able to do their own things for the time being while it was the weekend. And after three long nights of tossing and turning, you felt EXTREMELY bad about what you said to your classmates. It was just not right to have been so cruel to them when they were actually trying to help you.

So, you had to make this right. Yeah they were still avoiding you for the past three days and to an extent a majority of your classmates also avoided you but still wanted to make this right. Without even thinking, you snuck out of the dorms and immediately ran to the nearest stores to go and buy something nice for everyone, but especially the ones whose feelings you hurt.

Damn… you weren’t good at getting things for people, so you just did what you did in doubt, which was buy some sweets for everyone. Chocolate, along with several ‘I’m sorry’ cards that you got from the birthday card kiosk.

You didn’t go back into the dorms until you were done signing each and every card, and then you also brought some baskets and also a cute little teddy bears, one for Yaoyorozu. And also a cute little All-Might figurine for Izuku. You wanted to get something nice for Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama but you didn’t really know what they liked…

So you settled on buying them some gift cards, when in doubt, use gift cards as well. Some place preferably not fast food though, since everyone in this class was a freaking health-nut, but thankfully they all liked Starbucks…

You hoped Iida would like it too, him you especially owed an apology to. At least for lashing out, you weren’t really going to apologize for your stress because that wasn’t something you could help, you would just apologize for hurting their feelings.

Still, stepping foot back into the dorms was awkward as your telekinesis allowed you to hold everything you had for your classmates as you hid behind the corner and saw everyone in the commons and the kitchen as they sat either at the tables or the couch.

They didn’t see you yet (except maybe Shouji) but that was good, you didn’t want to be seen just yet.

“Ahem…”

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And you raised the volume in your voice to get their attention, but they all perked up and looked a little bit alarmed, which didn’t really amuse you but you weren’t surprised after the way you acted.

“Hey.” You said very awkwardly as you lowered all of the baskets and bags. “I… don’t know how to say this… and I don’t even know if I have… any authority to speak up but… guys I… wanted to say that I am… so sorry for… getting so turned up a couple of days, and that all of you guys had to be there and see all of that when… none of you deserved to witness me being like that... and I really... really regret acting like that because... it was... so bad... God I’m embarrassed...”

There you said it. You apologized your heart out as your eyes felt warm just forcing all of these words out your throat because they had to be said, you wanted to say this no matter how hard it was and how nervous you were because you feared that you weren’t going to receive any forgiveness and you didn’t even see most of your classmates glanced at you sympathetically.

“It is… SO not cool to be acting like that… after all, I’m not Bakugo, I’m not the type to just scream at people, and I really can’t... stress just how sorry I am that you all saw me acting like that...” With a small chuckle, many of your classmates snickered while Bakugo indignantly shouted ‘HEY!’ in response when you kinda made fun of him a little bit. But thankfully, some of your friends understood.

“It’s okay!” Uraraka chimed in quickly, because she had tried to reassure Midoriya and Iida earlier to go easy on you because you were so stressed out, and she didn’t want them to take it too personally as she added. “Really (Y/N)… we’re not mad at you.” Although that was partially true, some WERE kinda mad at you but also they knew you didn’t truly mean that. Or at least they hoped you didn’t.

“No… we’re not, your hair was practically falling out…”

“We get heated girl! We understand!”

“Yeah it happens to everyone, we can’t always help it…”

“And I stood up all night just studying for our tests, I was freaking out too...”

“It isn’t easy when all these tests are making your head explode…”

To your even greater surprise, some of your friends like Ashido, Hagakure, Shouji, Kaminari and Sero spoke up to reassure you and relate to you that you weren’t the only one alone in that situation. Were they upset by how you acted? Of course, they were shocked and mildly horrified by what you said AND thought it was uncalled for and so they avoided you. But did they hold it against you? No, not really, they weren’t happy with how you acted but they didn’t hold it against you because they knew you were just under a lot of pressure and not acting like yourself. And yes while your outburst surprised them, they understood why you did what you did.

However, they WERE going to have to start keeping an eye on you and each other from now on since they were painfully aware that stress makes people act out sometimes. This just meant they were going to have to be extra supportive to you and to each other.

“Yeah! It’s cool (Y/N)… I mean yeah it kinda shocked us earlier but it’s really okay… we know you.” And Kirishima had to be the sweetheart to cheer you up with a sweet smile as you could feel your lip starting to quiver and your eyes growing warm and teary.

“Dammit… I almost hoped you guys would be mad so I wouldn’t cry…” You mumbled with a soft chuckle as you quickly looked away and picked up some of the baskets and bags, “B-But please… everyone take one of these… I really feel bad for hurting you guys and you all deserve something nice…” Your gesture surprised them even more, but they were all touched by it as they smiled and started to say ‘It’s okay!’ ‘Wow thank you!’ ‘You didn’t have to!’ ‘Thank you (L/N)!’.

Even some of the ones who you directly hurt, and you went over to Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, “Yaoyorozu… Izuku…” It was SO awkward and painful going over to them, they had the saddest looks in their eyes. Poor Yaoyorozu still looked hurt as Midoriya gave you those damn puppy dog eyes that were so effective it broke your heart.

“Guys I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean any of what I said, I was mad but… I’m so sorry… please… have these.” You carried their gift baskets in your separate hands, which made them perk up as they looked to see your gifts. A cute little teddy bear and an All-Might figurine.

“(L/N)…” Yaoyorozu spoke first, “You… you didn’t need to…” She was clearly touched as she had her eyes on the teddy bear, it had a little hat on it… “Yes… I did… look… I was under a lot of stress, I can’t… really apologize for that, but I AM apologizing for being mean to you guys. That was totally uncalled for, it was wrong of me to make fun of you guys and insult you and… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…I can’t say I’m sorry enough but I really am I... I swear it will never happen again I never wanted to hurt you guys...” You meant everything as you reluctantly looked at them with remorse in your (E/C) eyes as both Yaoyorozu and Midoriya looked visibly heartened and their eyes instantly filled with tears.

“It’s… it’s okay…! I understand it’s really okay…!” Wow, Yaoyorozu easily forgave you as she gladly and politely took your gift basket, as did Midoriya as he softly smiled at you, “It really is… I knew you didn’t really any of it (L/N)…” And he forgave you too and dammit you were tearing up again.

“I really didn’t…” With a trembling, watery voice you shook your head which urged Yaoyorozu to hug you as you hugged her back as she started to cry too, “I love you boo I didn’t mean it at all!”

“I know you didn’t!”

“Midoriya get in here!” You cried out for Midoriya to join in which made him blush quite a bit, “W-What…?!” But then you quickly pulled him in so he could be hugging you and Yaoyorozu as the boy blushed heavily in the hug with two girls who were crying their eyes out. Soon though, he started crying too even as you and Yaoyorozu were hugging him for another 5 minutes.

“T-Thank you (L/N)… I… really love it…” And a tearful Yaoyorozu thanked you for gift as did Midoriya as he smiled at you, “Me too… I like it a lot, thank you (L/N)… and I’m sorry for yesterday.” Why were they apologizing…? They’re too nice…

“No, no… I mean you’re welcome for the gifts but please don’t apologize… we’re good… I’m sorry…” You reassured them with a warmer look as they both smiled at you and told you that it was all okay now.

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Then it was time to go apologize to Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama…

Jirou looked apprehensive but she didn’t want to be mad after you came out with such a sincere apology and even gave everyone gifts, including her as she was holding a goody bag that had a nice Starbucks gift card in it.

“Hey… look I just… really wanted to apologize to you because of the way I acted towards you, it really wasn’t cute for me to like get so upset and threaten you Jirou… when you were trying to get me to calm my tits so… I really… I really am sorry and you don’t have to forgive me because I know I was being-.” As you apologized to the girl she stopped you right there.

“It’s okay… I mean… I didn’t like how you were acting but… I thought about it, and Uraraka was talking to us about it and I realized that… you weren’t yourself, you were under a lot of stress and pressure and… I’ve been there before so… it’s okay… you’re here, apologizing for it and I can’t ignore that… so… it’s okay…” Jirou actually forgave you, for one she wasn’t one to hold grudges and two, she knew that wasn’t how you normally were so she wasn’t going to hold it against you.

God you were relieved though as you gave her a smile. “Thanks girl… I won’t ever do anything un-cute like that ever again… you know I love you and have a lot of respect for you.” Your smile widened when she started to blush and especially when you hugged her, but she didn’t turn it away as she hugged you back.

“I have a lot of respect for you too (L/N)…and I forgive you. Thank you for the gifts...” She said softly and truthfully. After the way you apologized to everyone, yeah her respect for you went up.

Next was Ojiro and Aoyama…

Who were still visibly hurt and even a little scared of you when you went over to them, “Guys I… I can’t apologize enough… I was REALLY mean to you guys and it was very, very wrong of me to insult you guys when you did nothing to make me upset at all…” You were tearing up again when you remembered how they ran off crying, and when they looked like they were about to cry now…

But they had the gift baskets you had given them, complete with Starbucks gift cards that they really appreciated. At first they were really upset, but then they also felt bad. They knew you, the way you acted hurt their feelings but they knew you didn’t truly mean that… right?

“You… didn’t mean what you said…?”

“You’re… not mad anymore…?”

They sounded so pitiful it actually broke your heart as you shook your head, “Of course not! I was just mad but it really isn’t an excuse but I swear… I meant nothing, I-I was… t-talking out of my ass and I never should have gotten so heated and I…” You stammered a little bit while you apologized to the boys, but they were seeing it now and they understood better. You shouldn’t feel bad for getting emotional… you were apologizing for what you said and that’s all that mattered.

“It’s… it’s okay (L/N)… don’t… be sorry for getting mad… thank you… for apologizing for what you said I… really appreciate it…” Ojiro smiled at you, although it was still sad because he really was a sensitive guy at heart.

“Yes I… I do too, thank you (L/N)… I hope you’re feeling better…” And Aoyama gave you his own tearful smile as you tried not to cry right then and there for the second time. “Come here you guys, I love you both so much, you’re two of the sweetest guys ever…” You had to give them a hug, you quickly went over and pulled them both in a big hug that they were glad to give you even if Ojiro looked so bashful doing so.

“We forgive you!” Aoyama couldn’t stop himself from crying while your hug on the boys turned tighter and Ojiro couldn’t help it either as he let some of his tears fall, “Y-Yeah… I forgive you (L/N), I forgive you…”

Dammit…

“I love you guys! I love you so much…” You were in tears again while you hugged Aoyama and Ojiro, who more or less started crying with you as they hugged you for as long as Midoriya and Yaoyorozu did. 5 minutes of crying and hugging…

“Oh and… thanks for the gift card… you didn’t have to I mean-.” You had to cut off Ojiro, he deserved something nice. “No… I did… please… keep it.” You didn’t know that he wanted to pay you back soon but he still smiled at you.

“Of course.”

“Oui~. Thank you very much again (L/N)~.” Aoyama loved Starbucks, he was very thankful and accepting of your apology gift as you gave the boys one last final smile before you had to find the last person who needed an apology more than anyone else…

Iida.

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You were surprised to see him among his classmates, and more surprised that he was able to stand in the same room as you. He wasn’t looking at you but still. God… how were you going to apologize to him?

You didn’t know, and you didn’t know that he was paying close attention to you as he watched you apologize to yours and his classmates and friends.

How you meant everything and even gave them all gifts to show that you meant everything. Actions spoke louder than words, but at the same time. Your words from yesterday… still hurt his heart. It hurt because you weren’t entirely wrong. As Iida reflected through a night of tears because the wounds were still fresh and stinging, he realized that you made some painfully accurate points.

He couldn’t understand how you felt, because as he worked with and tutored some classmates, not all of them worked the same way, and everyone had a different background. His was a pretty privileged one wasn’t it? You really were trying your hardest because you didn’t have that privilege, and here you were now, trying your hardest to make up for everything.

Iida wanted to forgive you, he wanted to also apologize to you, even though something kept him from approaching you. Was it fear? Or was it pain as he could still clearly hear your words and your angry tone shouting at him.

‘Oh my God I can’t believe how ANNOYING I didn’t realize you were until now!’

‘I don’t need you up in my business and bothering the hell out of me you annoying priss!’

‘Stop fucking up my school life and leave me the hell alone already!’

He should be ashamed of himself, he couldn’t believe he was letting that make his heart ache even as he saw your face now. No anger, no meanness, just… regret.

Finally, you approached him very awkwardly as neither you nor Iida could bring it in each other to look at each other. And you took a huge breath in and exhaled, you had to do this. You didn’t see your classmates all glancing at you as some of them urged each other to leave to let you and the class rep work it out.

“Iida…” That was one word, and that was just his name, come on, say more than that. “(L/N).” Oh, he said your name too, but that was all he could bring himself to say too.

He looked so sad, even behind his calm composure, you saw that he was still hurt by what you said. “I wanted to apologize… I mean… I really, really wanted to apologize…” You sounded so awkward as you felt the heat glistening in your eyes as you tried not to break down right then and there just being right here before him.

“I… I just… Iida… I’m SO sorry… I-I didn’t mean any of what I said to you I swear… I never should have said all of those things… I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were trying to help me… I was just… I was mad… so… under pressure and so stressed out… and I hate that I was… I hate that I let it get to me and get inside my head… I… I know that’s not an excuse but I… I’m so sorry…” Voice cracking ever so slightly you wiped your eyes as Iida for once looked at you, sympathy in his softened eyes.

It still hurt. Thinking about what you said to him still really hurt. He cared about you, he truly cared about you, and you hurt him. But Uraraka was talking to him, and it allowed him to think about you more. He knew you, he knew how you were, and everything you showed him those days ago was just you under a lot of stress and having all of your feelings bottled up.

He couldn’t hold that against you. He just wished you had opened up to him about how you were feeling, although he should have reached out to you about that too.

He was silent for a moment, and you feared that he was going to tell you to leave and that you can take your apology with you but no…

“I understand (L/N).” Iida replied calmly as he moved a little bit closer, and he did something you never thought he would do. He put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the sadness in his eyes. “I am sorry too.”

Wait. What?

Why was HE the one apologizing? You’re the one who was being a jerk…

“No…! No don’t… don’t do that Iida… please don’t… I’m the one who was being rude like you said and I was! I’m not going to deny that…!” Frantically, you shook your head and couldn’t accept his apology because he didn’t need to give you one.

“I can’t deny that… but that wasn’t like you, and I understand that it’s only because you were under a lot of stress at the time and-.”

“I’m terrible! I made you guys cry! I said horrible things about you when all you did was look out for me! You didn’t deserve it!” You didn’t mean to cut him off but you couldn’t let him take any blame as you wiped your eyes even more.

“(L/N)… calm down… and please let me finish.” Instead of getting upset, Iida got you to calm down as he kept his cool this time. You wouldn’t go against him at all, you did let him finish. “I wanted to say that I understand and that I’m sorry that you were struggling so much and that I didn’t even realize it. I knew you were having some issues regarding your health, but I didn’t even attempt to ask exactly what was wrong.” He sounded sad, guilty even which just made you feel even worse.

“As the class representative I’m supposed to make sure my classmates are all feeling well both physically and emotionally, and I didn’t do that for you.”

No…

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“Well… right… but Iida don’t put the entire blame on yourself… I wasn’t subtle at all about how much stress I was under, and I kept saying I was okay when I wasn’t, you guys could tell but still I didn’t do anything…” You admitted and took responsibility since it was partially your fault wasn’t it?

Iida didn’t want you to feel at blame though, even though he DID wish you had said something so he could have helped you and avoided all of this and… those very hurtful things you said to him which made him sad just thinking about it.

“I know and I’m actually really proud to see you apologizing to everyone. It truly speaks volume of your character, even if it took you a while, but I’m certain it wasn’t easy trying to muster up the courage to apologize.” He sounded like he really understood you, because he did. Iida wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes, it took a while to do it, but he still did it.

You slowly nodded with a small smile when he said he was proud of you, “And I’m sure it also isn’t easy to admit when you’re not feeling well, especially not when it’s about school, but… that’s why right now I want to apologize for being insensitive about it and I want you to know that if you aren’t feeling well (L/N), you don’t have to be afraid to tell me. I want you to know that even if I might not understand everything you are going through, that I still want to help you as much as I can.” His voice was soft, of course still formal, but there was nothing but care in his tone.

“I won’t judge you, I won’t undermine you, I will listen to you.” After Uraraka told him about how stressed out you were, Iida took it upon himself to do his research on stress, anxiety and mental health. Now that was something he was going to be much more mindful of especially when he started to realize that other classmates like Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari and even Bakugo had their own issues regarding mental health and anxiety. He wanted to do that, for them, and for you.

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop your tears from pooling in your eyes as you just threw your arms around him and tightly hugged him, even as he immediately tensed at the proximity. “Ack!” Iida exclaimed as he could feel his whole face turning red at this sudden hug, because... well he wasn’t the kind of guy to really give or receive that kind of physical contact since he didn’t think it was appropriate. Especially not in a school setting...

“(L-L/N)...!” Iida stuttered, feeling even more flustered as you just kept on hugging him, your arms around him tightening as you hid your blushing face and nuzzled into him. “I-I... w-we’re not supposed to be so close and initiate this kind of physical contact!!” He kind of scolded you and blushed even harder when he saw all of his and your classmates all looking and then averting their eyes.

“Tough shit!” You couldn’t help but disregard his rules once more as you pulled away and smiled, and once again disregarded another rule as you got on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek which...

You swore broke him as he cringed and his face turned an even darker red than before and he couldn’t even speak anymore...

Wow so THAT shut him up? You should have done that in the beginning...

Iida was so lost for words, more so than when you yelled at him. No one has EVER kissed him before. That kind of physical affection wasn’t really something his very formal family did so... he was shaken, but the worst part was...

He kind of liked it? It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t awful either, it... felt kind of nice to be honest...

“Wow...” But when you started giggling that broke him out of his stupor as he felt rather embarrassed at this, “Iida I should have kissed you a long time ago if that’s what gets you to shut the fuck up.” You couldn’t help but tease him a little bit as he grew even more embarrassed and irate at your joke and language.

“W-Watch your language (L/N)! And please don’t hug or kiss someone so randomly but especially in front of our classmates it’s simply not appropriate!” When he scolded you, all you did was smile even when he started to lecture you once again on why kissing and hugging in front of people isn’t very appropriate and you rolled your eyes a bit, your smile not leaving you.

“Yeah, yeah class rep... I’m sorry but... uh... well... I don’t normally hug or kiss people randomly... I did it cuz... well... I... kinda sort of have a crush on you...” You decided you might as well confess, although it came out as a whisper, but still clearly it wasn’t whispery enough since literally everyone heard it based on the way they all gasped. But they didn’t gasp neither as loud as Iida did, and once again you swore Iida’s system broke as he started malfunctioning oncemore when he heard your words. His cheeks flushing bright red as he started to comprehend your words.

“Ooooooh~!” But then Kaminari, Ashido, Kirishima, Sero and Hagakure started hooting and cheering for you and him, and just further served to embarrass him. “Would you grow up?!” And he couldn’t help but yell at them in a slightly irritated voice as you held your mouth to quell your laughter.

“I’m so sorry...” Snickering, you tried to stop yourself from laughing too much as Iida couldn’t stop himself from blushing. He had to admit, he was surprised but also a little bit flattered that you had a crush on him. “D-Don’t... apologize for that...” He did kind of lure you away from the others though since they weren’t being mature about this.

You had to admit, it felt a bit better when there was less eyes on you and Iida even though you could still hear some snickering. “Do you… mean that?” Once it was just you and him, Iida asked you if you were serious, although his tone almost sounded bashful.

And now you felt rather sheepish as your entire face started to burn when you realized that you might have been a little too straightforward. You nervously nodded, “Y-Yes… Ii… Tenya…” Using his name for the first time it made Iida perk up and blush even more but he didn’t even think to tell you to be more formal as he let you talk. “I-I wouldn’t… kid about that I… I just think you’re so nice… so helpful and actually really cool… it just… became hard for me to resist you and… yeah… and like you’re super attractive too and I can’t help but think why are you at school? You should be playing someone who goes to school on TV… and uhh… y-yeah I… guess I mean that when I say… I have a crush on you…” You were stammering because you felt so awkward, but prepared for rejection since you didn’t think Iida was the kind of guy to know how to deal with that.

He awkwardly cleared his throat as the blush on his cheeks deepened the more you spoke of your earnest feelings and found HIM attractive to boot. He couldn’t lie, he was even more flattered to hear you think of him in such a way. “I see…” Those were the only two words Iida could bring himself to say because… he really didn’t know how to respond to that.

Neither did you for that matter. You were both kinda just big fucking dorks…

“Well…! Iida…” You went back to using his last name and decided that this had been awkward enough and didn’t want to make him feel any less comfortable. “This has been sufficiently awkward, and I just… thought you ought to know that, thank you for… putting up with me and understanding I really can’t thank you enough for being so nice when I’ve been a pain so… yeah thank you…” You sweetly smiled at him and Iida just couldn’t let you leave so soon when you were getting ready to leave and turn away.

“Wait… (L/N) I… d-don’t…”

He knew what to do as a class representative, but this wasn’t a job for a class representative, the job didn’t say what to do when someone confesses to you. So Iida had to be himself for this one. Which is what really surprised you as you stopped when you heard him call you.

Iida tried his hardest to not be awkward, and he was disappointed in himself for freezing up the second he felt your (E/C) eyes on him and that’s when he realized just how endearing you were. He’s always found you endearing because of your awkward and generally kind nature, but seeing you looking up at him with your cute face really made him aware of it…

“I’m… not at all experienced with that kind of thing. I wish I knew what to say but… I’m afraid I don’t. I will say this though… I am flattered.” He so badly didn’t want to come off as rude or offend you in anyway so he chose his words carefully. However, you were just happy to hear that he was flattered, and that was good enough for you.

“Oh Tenya…” And he blushed heavily when you heard him say his name again, but once again he didn’t dare tell you to be formal. “It’s okay… me neither… in fact I’m… pretty sure that timing is completely off but… I dunno…” Shrugging your shoulders you giggled nervously and Iida couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

“It’s all right.” He gently reassured you which made you feel so much better as you sighed in relief, “If it helps… I think you are… attractive too.” Oh God he felt like a pervert for merely saying that and looked away in shame, and you found that so cute that you couldn’t help but grin and giggle when he said he found YOU attractive! You were just so… so happy you let out a little squeal.

“Oh my GOD Iida~!” And you felt a bit mischievous so you teased him a little bit by reacting all shocked, but that immediately made him flinch as he felt extremely nervous and he mistook your flattered tone for repulsion, “I-I’m so sorry I… I-I didn’t mean to come off so… disrespectful a-and, a-a-nd…”

“Whoa, whoa don’t hurt yourself… no no I’m actually VERY flattered…” You quickly reassured him since you didn’t want him to feel all weird and ashamed about finding someone attractive and to your relief that did make him ease up a bit and give his own relieved sigh.

You were happy, you were really happy and it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what to do after confessing, you were just happy. “Iida… I said this already but… I really am… sorry for… everything…” Plus you still felt guilty for being so mean, but Iida wasn’t going to let you beat yourself up over it anymore.

“It really is all right (L/N)… I forgive you.” So the taller male gave you a soft smile in hopes that it’ll let you know that he forgives you for hurting his feelings because he knew you would never do that intentionally. This nearly made you cry again as you teared up and you couldn’t help it, you threw yourself back into his arms and once again, Iida flinched a bit at your sudden hug.

But this time…

He slowly brought his arms around you and gently hugged you back. It was stiff and awkward as hell because he’s not really a hugger but it was all Iida and you loved it. As the two of you pulled away, both of you were blushing quite madly and now neither of you knew what to do…

Again…

“(Y/N)…” However, Iida this time used your first name as you nearly jumped and looked at him in slight shock as you hadn’t taken a breath or even blink once you registered that he said your name… “Huh?”

Iida was a bit alarmed to see your shocked face, but then he chuckled when you seemed to come back to Earth after a few seconds. “We should return to our classmates. Tests for the week are over after all, we can take a little break.” That sounded like the best option, since it has been a tiring week of testing and Iida knew that you and the rest of your classmates could use a break.

Shyly you smiled and your face felt warm as you nodded and let Iida lead the way back to your classmates. “Yeah I’d like that Tenya… I’m tired.” You admitted softly with a little smile, and Iida couldn’t help but glance at you with his own smile. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tired too, because he was...

“Then we should… relax.” He wasn’t one for relaxing, but they were hard-working students and everyone deserves a break every now and then right? Especially you, Iida knew that you needed to rest and relax.

“Oh yeah… totally...” You couldn’t agree more as you walked right alongside of him, and you could feel a lot of the stress lifted off your back now once the two of you decided to sit at the couch together to finally catch your breaths and relax together.

You weren’t sure where this would go, but you knew that you and Iida could maybe talk it out later, but for now, the two of you just sat down and relaxed for once. And you didn’t even notice just how tired you were because once you closed your eyes, you were suddenly asleep and unbeknownst to you, so was Iida. Whom also didn’t realize just how tired he was either, nor did he see or feel your head slowly rest upon his shoulder as the two of you finally got some rest and remained completely oblivious to the fact classmates like Ashido and Kaminari were snickering and secretly taking pictures.

You were asleep though so you didn’t care, you were just happy to finally relax with the boy you had a crush on, and finally happy to rest.

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say "recess, " I'm tired~...

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I'm painting my house! BEGONE UGLY YELLOW!!! What about some family fluff painting day?

ok this is definitely not what you were talking about BUT it’s still painting s o o o

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“Uh oh!”

“Shh. They’ll wake up if you’re not quiet.”

Something brushes lightly across your bare back, tickling softly between your shoulder blades.

You’d love to guess Loki’s hand, but he’s fast asleep beside you, hand resting just under your chin—he must’ve had a hand on your cheek when you fell asleep.

“Uh oh.”

“Stop sayin’ that, Blueberry, it’s fine. They’re gonna love it!”

“…uh oh.”

The third little “uh oh” rouses you from your rest, the blurry bedroom slowly coming into focus as you blink.

As expected, your kids are visiting this lovely early morning—Elliot sprawled across Loki’s legs, little Frigg sitting calmly between the two of you.

“Wha’s goin’on?” You mumble, keenly aware of the fact that you’re a bit…bare, and probably shouldn’t roll over until you’re able to get the blankets back.

Elliot just gives you a sheepish grin, whipping his hands behind his back to hide. “Nothin’.”

“I don’t believe you,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “Frigg, honey, what’re you doing back there?”

“Uh oh,” she whispers.

That’s comforting.

“Is that—is that a paintbrush??”

Elliot’s face falls. “It’s washable! It’ll come right off!”

“Elliot!” You’d sit up, or at least roll over, but Frigg takes the wet paintbrush to your back again and you realise that might not be the best option, considering you apparently have a work of art smeared across your back. “What on earth made you think this was a good idea??”

He gives you another sheepish grin, twirling his paintbrush between his fingers. “Um…I just, um…Frigg told me to do it.”

“Uh oh.”

“Frigg told you,” you repeat, trying to give him your best glare over your shoulder. “Frigg, the baby. She told you to come paint your parents?”

His bright eyes flit away from yours.

“…yup.”

“You know she only knows about four words, right?”

“Yup. She’s a real smart baby.”

You bury your face back in your pillow with a quiet groan. “Elliot, don’t lie to me.”

It only takes about two seconds before he cracks.

The tears come first, lip wobbling as his eyes brim with tears, and he flops off of Loki’s thighs to bury his face in the blankets, muffled sobs echoing through the room.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, “I just—I just wanna draw, and-and I wanted t’ do somethin’ with Frigg, and you’re just layin’ here—”

“Elliot,” you whisper, reaching back to rub a hand over his back. “Elliot. It’s okay, sweetheart. Look at me.”

He lifts his head, eyes red and sniffling. “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“I forgive you,” you quietly assure him with a gentle smile. “You just can’t lie to me like that. And you definitely can’t blame your sister for things that you do, you understand?”

“I understand.” He nods furiously, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “Really, I do, I understand.”

“We’re all good, then.” Grabbing your pillow, you clutch it close and prop yourself up on your elbows to smile at him. “Now show me this piece of art you’re making. Dad’s back makes for a good canvas, doesn’t it?”

“Dah,” Frigg agrees.

Paintbrush abandoned, she’s apparently decided to switch to finger-painting your back, tiny fingers smearing across your shoulder blades.

Elliot nods, picking his paintbrush back up. “Well, I-I took all the bumps and made ‘em into stars. Kinda looks like space, doesn’t it?”

You scoot your way closer, studying the paint drying on Loki’s bare back—he might just be pretending to sleep, at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him.

All the bumps, Elliot said.

The bumps, apparently meaning the scars.

Each scar, each freckle on Loki’s back has been painted a dark blue, contrasting against his pale skin rather beautifully, actually. With his paleness and the painted scars and the darkened freckles, an expanse of constellations stretches across your husband’s back—you can’t believe you never noticed.

“That’s beautiful,” you tell your son in a hushed voice. “Geez, Elliot, you’ve got a good eye for hidden art.”

“Thank you!” A bright smile spreads over his face. “If he turned blue, then it’d really look like space, but I’m just gonna imagine it.”

That really would, completing the masterpiece perfectly; you’ve half a mind to run and get an ice cube, make him turn blue in his sleep just to finish off the painting, but at that moment, Loki squirms.

“Mmmf.”

“Dah!” Frigg gives your back one last swipe with green-painted hands, then clambers over the mattress to Loki. “Dah, dah!”

His eyes flutter open and her little hands go straight to his cheek.

“Dah,” she coos, a gummy grin on her tiny lips.

“Morning, Frigg,” he laughs. “I hope that’s only paint on your hands.”

The little handprint she leaves on his cheek brings a laugh to your lips, and Loki reaches up to grab her chubby hand and plant a kiss on her knuckles.

“What brought about this cozy art session?” He yawns, huffing a disobedient lock of hair out of his face. “To be conducted in the nude, nonetheless?”

“Watch it,” you laugh and smack him lightly on the arm. “Elliot and Frigg wanted to paint, and somehow we ended up as the canvases.” You point at your back, laying back down on your stomach with a grin. “What do you think? Frigg painted this.”

“Me!” She bounces a little as she laughs, waving her green hands in the air.

Pushing himself up on his arms, he lightly pinches her cheek. “You, sweetheart? It’s absolutely beautiful, a masterpiece if I’ve ever seen one.”

He leans over to press a firm kiss to your cheek as you lay there, head turned to him and a conundrum of colours smeared around your back, unable to stop the smile that spreads over your face.

You turn your head just a bit, catching his lips in a deeper kiss before he can move away.

“I think you had the perfect canvas, Frigg.” Loki sighs happily when you break away. “Just look at your mother. A work of art even before the paint.”

“That’s enough, silvertongue.” You shake your head at him with a laugh. “Elliot, you should tell dad what you painted.”

“I painted the sky,” Elliot answers excitedly. “It’s space, and I drew some stars and I made all your bumps into stars, and they made a constellation!”

“All my bumps?”

“One sec. Can you turn blue real quick, Loki?” You reach over for your phone, focusing the camera on his scarred back as it shifts to that beautiful blue. “Look at what he saw.”

Scooting closer to him, you bump your arm into his and show him the photo.

“It’s even better when you’re blue like this,” Elliot pipes up, taking the brush back to Loki’s skin, touching up on the little body painting.

Loki just blinks a couple times, still staring at the photo.

A bit of hair falls in front of his face and you quickly push it behind his blue ear, a bit of anxiousness starting to prick at your heart—how’s he going to take this?

“I think it’s beautiful,” you offer, and dart forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve got two little artists on our hands.”

“Wha’d’ya think, daddy?”

“You’re going to make me cry.”

He buries his face in his pillow, and you and Elliot can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not joking,” he laughs, voice muffled, “you can’t go around saying things like that, you can’t be that soft with me.”

“Yeah, I can!” Elliot argues with a grin. “I love you, so hah!”

Frigg lets out a string of garbled giggles in agreement, bright eyes jumping from each of your smiles to the next.

Head still shoved in the pillow, Loki lets out an anguished groan. “You three. You end me. You ruin me.”

“Guilty as charged,” you hum with a smile. Taking his hand in yours, you lay back down beside him and plant a kiss on the tip of his blue nose. “Are you two done back there or is this how the entire morning is going to be spent?”

“Don’t move,” Elliot orders, climbing back onto Loki’s thighs. “I’m gonna draw the moon. Pass me the white paint, Blueberry?”

Loki grins at the little gurgle from the other end of the bed.

“Fine, I’ll get it,” your son huffs, and a hand lands heavily on the back of your leg as he reaches over the two of you for the open tub of paint. “I can’t—reach—oop.”

Something warm spreads over your thigh.

In the sudden silence of the cozy little room, Frigg speaks volumes.

“Uh oh.”

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