#although this is MY view on things. your big big run could have been great for all i know

[lspiritomb]

so we all admit this was very much not a good big run right

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 2/12

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Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now when his football career was reaching great new heights.

Enjoy! 💞

"So you're a...."

"Puppy mom. Jupp. That's what the ladies at the park call me."

"Well, damn." Your sister laughed. "Who would have thought?"

FaceTiming her on a Saturday morning was always as entertaining and chaotic. While you held up your new puppy for your sister to see, your niece and nephew Emmy and Vale fought each other for a chance to also get to see the dog.

"Kids kids, please." Your sister pleaded. "You're scaring the puppy."

"No, it's okay. He's still sleeping." You assured. The little pup sitrred in the palm of your hand. He had grown so big during the few weeks you've had him. By now he could run around the apartment for hours on end.

"Auntie, Y/N, when can we come and see him." Your niece Emmy asked, but was pushed out of view by her little brother. 

"What's his name Auntie, Y/N. Tell us his name!"

"I asked her first." Emmy groand and soon the children were fighting again.

"Hey, hey!" You shouted from your end. "Quit it you too!"

They settled down immediately to their mother's relief. "Thank you. Now you see what I have to deal with everyday."

You beamed at your screen as all three of them appeared with their cheeks squeezed together in order to fit into the small frame.

You tilted your phone, once again showing off the sleeping puppy. The children gasped in delight.

"His name is Iker." You smiled. "And hopefully you can all come and see him during your next school break."

"Yay!" The children erupted in joyful cheers, spilling out in the kitchen and around they're mother.

"Remind me to buy you a birthday gift." She smiled.

"No. Absolutely not. You owe me nothing sis. You've practically raised me since I was a baby. I owe my life to you."

"Well, that's very kind of you to say. Although true, I really want to give you something for your birthday. It's not everyday you turn twenty-five."

"Ugh, please don't remind me."

"Remind you of what?" Ruben said, walking into the kitchen, dressed in a two piece Manchester City tracksuit.

"How old I am." You said, shifting your phone for Ruben to see that you were in a FaceTime call with your sister.

"Oh. Hi Liza. Didn't see you there."

"Hello, Ruben. I see you're ready for the big game."

Ruben approached the kitchen table where you sat, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. He leaned towards your phone, making sure that his Man City badge was visible on the screen. "Trust me Liza, City will bring it home this season once again."

"You wish." Liza snorted "Chelsea's got it together this year. I'll bet my money on that."

"Well don't bet too much of it."

"Ha ha."

Ruben moved away from the screen but just then Vale popped up. "Hi Uncle Ruben. Do you want to see my tooth." He held his mouth open with his hands, showing off his gums.

"Hi buddy." Ruben returned to the screen, his chin now resting on your shoulder. "I heard you got a visit from the tooth fairy not too long ago. Looks like she got you good, eh."

You nudged him with your elbow. Ruben chuckled, and turned to nibble at your ear.

"Just kidding buddy. You can barely tell that your tooth is missing. I promise. "

Again, your elbow found Ruben's ribcage.

"Looks like I've got to go." He groand. "Say hello to your sister for me."

"Ruben!" Emmy popped up on the screen at the mention.

"Hi sweetheart. How are you?"

"Good. Are you going to play football today?"

"Yes, I am. I was just on my way." He said, looking at you with a hand rubbing his stomach.

"Well.....then we've only got one thing to say?" 

"Oh yeah, and what is that?" Ruben turned back to the screen. The children, including your sister, backed up for him to see all three of them while they chanted: "CHELSEA! CHELSEA!" And then bursting into a heartfelt laughter before hanging up the phone.

"I'm so sorry, Ruben."

"Are you?" His cheeks blossomed. "Are you really?"

"Yes." You said, but struggled to hold in your own laughter. "It's just that they're such hard core Chelsea fans. My whole family is."

"But you're not, right?"

"Right."

He leaned in and kissed your lips. "Good. I'll see you at the game."

"Bye bye papa." You held up the dog as Ruben left the kitchen. He blew you both a kiss before leaving the apartment to yourself. 

Nevertheless, you didn't have time to do much before the game started. You made sure to walk Iker before you left him with a sitter a.k.a, Laleh. Who insisted on calling you while you were at The Etihad stadium, watching Man City's season opener game against Chelsea.

"So, a dog instead of a ring, eh?"

"Stop it Laleh, we've been over this."

"Over what?" She barked. Or it was Iker who barked, you couldn't tell sitting amongst the cheering fans.

"If Ruben wanted to propose to me he would have." You said. "There is no need to rush things. Besides, the two of us owning a dog is already enough commitment."

"Are you sure he sees himself as an owner and not just you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he bought you the dog as a gift. That makes you the sole owner of Iker not Ruben."

"It does?"

"Mhm. Seems like he tricked you girl."

"Stop it Laleh." You sighed. "Can't you be happy for me? Just this once?"

Again someone barked. 

"No." Laleh muttered. "Not if it makes me the babysitter to a little beast. Is he even potty trained?"

"Oop, got to go girl, the game is starting." The game was actually coming to end, with Man City having butchered Chelsea with a 2-0 victory. A result that Ruben would be more than pleased with.

"You feel so good baby. So tight and so wet."

You came home that night with Ruben practically escorting you towards the bedroom. There he did unspeakable things to you while riding off the high of his team's exhilarating first victory of the season.

"I love you so much, baby. Have I told you that?"

Things slowed down towards the end, with Ruben's cock still buried deep inside of you, however, his bare hips rolled against you slowly, savoring every moment that you took him into you.

"I love you so fucking much." He groaned into the crook of your neck, bottoming out. "I want us to stay like that forever, me, buried deep inside of your pussy."

"Yes, forever." You mumbled, drunk from the spine ripping pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby, so...fucking good." His release came in floods, the condom he wore filling up at the tip. Your walls clench around Ruben's wide shaft and soon you too rode the hills of your back arching orgasm. The two of you then lay quiet in the night. Unmoveable, but still attached to each other beneath your hips. Ruben didn't pull out until he was completely lank, tightening a knot around the condom before throwing the rubber into the nearest bin. The two of you then cuddled each other until you fell asleep, Ruben drifting deeper into sleep than you did. 

It was lucky that Ruben did not wake up when your phone vibrated against the nightstand, pulling you out of your brief slumber.

"Hello, Emanuel?" You rubbed your tired eyes at the sight of his name lighting up your screen. Emanuel was the name of your sister's husband, the father of your niece and nephew.

"Y/N....is that you?"

"Emmy?" You perked up at the sound of her sniffles. "Emmy what's wrong?"

"Daddy won't stop crying."

"What?" A sudden fear clenched your heart. "Is something wrong with your dad? Where's mom?"

"She's not coming back."

"Emmy, please. You're scaring me." You sat up. "Please, put mommy on the phone."

The escalation of your niece's cries sparked through your phone. "Daddy is crying because he says that mommy is not coming back. She's never coming back."

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[sanspuppet]

Oh my god, if you could please do line 7 and 13 for Hongjoong with shibari I’ll literally love you forever 🥹💕

(Please of course only do it if you’re comfortable! If you’re not, then just whatever your creative side comes up with will be great. I’ll gobble it up regardless 😙)

Thank you for all you do and your amazing work! 💕💕

7_ “God, you look amazing like this”

13_ “Since when do friends do things like this?”

W/T: friends to lovers, jealous Hongjoong, shibari, unprotected sex

• HII here you go babe, i hope you like it :3 although it’s my first time writing about shibari, i really enjoyed writing it!

- not proofread cuz im about to pass out from tiredness :/

Finally it’s Hongjoong’s birthday, and though he hasn’t planned a big party, he invited you at his place, wanting to spend more time with you: the girl who’s secretly obsessed with. Hongjoong just finds anything you do attractive and caring, he can’t stop thinking of you and how cute you always appear. This surely involves that he’s genuinely jealous of you, and seeing you with another guy immediately ruins his mood for the entire day.

You greet him, giving him a tight hug when you enter his apartment. Hongjoong shyly smiles back, taking the present you gave him in his hands and placing it on the table. Even though you are classmates, you don’t talk often but you still think he’s a nice guy. After a good hour of random conversations between you two, Hongjoong heads finally towards the kitchen to take his birthday cake. It’s when he turns back with it, ready to blow the candles, that you receive a text. You can’t help but check your phone when you notice that it’s Mingi who’s searching for you: he asked you out, and go with him to watch the new film that has been released at the cinema.

“Oh my god” you murmur, bringing your hand over your mouth. Despite your excitement, Hongjoong’s smile printed on his face quickly disappears as he notices you’re not giving attention to him anymore.

“What” he huffs, looking at your phone as he could know what got your attention.

You stutter, unsure if you should accept Mingi’s proposal or just stay there with Hongjoong, despite you’d feel guilty… the new film seems too good, without counting Mingi’s presence that always makes your legs dizzy when you’re in front of him.

“Uhm… Joong, i think i should go now… i forgot that i have to meet with Mingi later…” you mewl shyly, something in his stare scared you.

“You’re not going anywhere, i want you to stay here with me” He affirms, his cold eyes locked on yours.

“But- but i seriously need to go Hongjoong” you’re about to stand up, when he positions himself in front of you, his tight grip on your wrist making it almost hurt.

“I said, you’re not leaving.” he continues, his face a few inches away from yours, shivers of fear running down your spine from his intimidating stare.

“You can’t do anything to keep me here!” you bicker “not even if you’d tie me up” your body is immobilized as you see a smirk diving onto his mouth. He chuckles cockily.

“Wanna try? We’ll se if you can escape.”

Even though you didn’t exactly figured out the idea, your pride suddenly speak for themselves: “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” your reply got once again Hongjoong giggling.

“Actually, i do wanna” He smirks, his hands quickly moving on your waist, grabbing it harshly as he pushes you towards his bedroom. “Gonna tie you all up, so you’re not gonna see that fuck boy” Hongjoong throws you onto his bed, giving you a cold stare as he wants to make sure you’re not going to move. Your mouth hangs open when you see him taking a long pair of strings from his wardrobe, making you gulp as he approaches you while starting to knot them.

“Strip.” he stares down at you, enjoying the view of having your pretty face right in front of his hardening member. Your breath stops as you hear him, asking to yourself if you just misheard.

“I said fucking strip, you better do.”

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed as you stare up at him. But as soon as he wraps his hand around your throat, raising your chin to force you to look right at his hooded eyes, you start unzipping your jeans.

“Good girl. Keep acting well and the knots will might not hurt.” he starts to tie your body with the strings, the knots positioned accurately to accentuate your curves. Once he helps you hiking up your top, Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of your tits, perfectly sized, he can’t help but give them the proper attention by using the strings to help them pop out of your chest. He does a few steps backwards, admiring your body like it was a piece of art, his piece of art.

“God, you look amazing like this.” he approaches you again, pushing you onto the mattress, making you arch your back as your arms are tied behind it. “All naked and ready to be fucked.” Hongjoong chuckles in the crook of your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. He gets closer to your ear, whispering: “Tell me baby, can you still escape from me?” he pulls back, his thighs on either your sides, smirking at you while teasing you by pulling the strings. “Fuck- no, no…” you murmur, breathing heavily.

“I could manhandle you right now and bury my hard cock inside you, you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” he provokes you.

“No…” you look at him through your eyelashes, a strange tension inside your stomach gets you the urge for him to touch you. “Please, do it Joong.”

“Oh? Since when do friends do things like this?” He genuinely seems enjoying himself on top of you, while you’re desperately begging for him.

“Gosh, fuck it. I want you now…” you whine, arching more intensely your back from desperation.

“Don’t you tryna ask me to stop, later then.” Hongjoong doesn’t wait any longer before removing his clothes off of his body till you can see his hard dick standing straight on top of you.

“Be a good girl and take it, i know you can” he unties the knot that keeps your legs together, spreading them right after to make room for himself. He gives you a smirk before pushing decisively his length into your soaking, needy cunt. He releases a pleased sigh, smiling with eyes closed, tongue sticking out as he feels your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck! So deep- oh god” you moan, hiccuping because of the overwhelming pleasure his cocks is making you feel. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he helplessly starts to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot perfectly at every thrust, giving them a blissing effect. The bedroom is filled with your moans and his grunts, mixed with the icky and squelching sounds your pumped pussy is making. His girth is slamming against your thigh gap, stuffing your hole like it was his only life purpose.

“Fuck, you’re just as perfect as i always dreamed- taking my dick so well, you like it, don’t you?” Hongjoong holds tightly at the string that crosses over your stomach, while the effort he puts into his fast movements are driving your mind blurry. You barely can elaborate any coherent thought, body and mind full with his cock, and you’d surely not even complain about that, fuck if it felt amazing.

“Yes-! i l-love it” you moan back, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching your stomach.

“Gonna cum, don’t you? fuck i’m close too.” Hongjoong groans, his thrusts becoming faster but also sloppier. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips, still can’t believe that he’s finally fucking the girl of his dreams.

“Fuck yeah! Keep going!” you yell out from pleasure, buring your back into the mattress, the fact that you can’t move is torturing you yet you think it’s so damn hot. You both are a moaning mess once you reach your high, when you feel wet ropes shooting inside your body you bite your lower lip, loving the idea of being stuffed full of his cum.

Hongjoong’s body falls on yours after the exhausting stimulation, his face resting on your soft breast, inhaling deeply the air as he tries to catch his breath again. He cards his fingers through your sweaty hair once he looks up at you again, you try to smile with all the energy that’s remaining in your body.

“Hongjoong, i’ll never try to leave you again, i promise”

[accirax]

(Reminder that you need to click the link that's beneath the screenshot.)

Already read the translation. Hopefully you can too because it's hilarious!

agreed, the three of them (and Jake as well) should be friends. although, i don't know if Drew really has any bullshit for Dan to put up with? he seems like a pretty chill guy. really, it's more Dan and Drew having to try to talk Tom out of whatever trouble he's gotten into now, yet Tom still following his heart and making mistakes constantly.

i'm also going to combine some more of the tweet asks below the cut!

This is actually pretty cute ngl. (saying as someone who doesn't particularly care for aleriya either way (though I can see the appeal/aesthetic))

ooh, they look good in red! maybe it should've been the red team instead of the yellow team. well, then we'd have to put Grett and Yul in red as well. maybe not.

this artist did a great job of capturing all of the detail in the costumes, and i like the kinda painterly brush they used. even though i don't ship aleriya either, they totally look like they'd be the romantic leads of a kids' picture book.

Aww~ :)

stop staring at me with them big ol' eyes-- (/j)

very cute! i like the color palette. sucks that this baby already has to wear glasses, though. imagine your eyesight being so terrible that you have to wear glasses before you can even read.

(or, maybe they're Cheryll's glasses. that would be precious.)

Love the redraw! :)

Aiden looks so over it, lol. as if you wouldn't be doing the exact same thing if James was out there doing cartwheels.

the artist did a good job reinterpreting the pose with the more realistic proportions of their style. maybe i should try doing some Disventure Camp pose redraws someday; that could be fun. although, i'd wager that the next DC thing that i draw will probably relate to season 4, though i can't say that for sure.

AWWWW!!!! X3 Really hoping that we get, at the very least a 5 second cameo of Drew in TomJake, since they all live in Canada. I need it. I miss my baby. He was gone too soon. ;-; I won't lie, I personally do not care for Jake and Tom getting a spinoff story, AT ALL. But I might end up watching it anyway, for the extra lore. And who knows, if it gets enough views and does well enough in the community, it *might* convince Jared and Robert to make spinoffs for other characters. Like Drew. Or Ashley. Or Alec (which is what I'm hoping most for if you could n't already tell).

the pose sort of reminds me of a polaroid that they would show in the credits of the movie to reassure that everyone is having a great time after the plot is over. actually, i guess it has similar vibes to the canon instagram post of Ellie and Tess graduating, so maybe that's where i got that idea, lol.

including Drew as a background gag would honestly be a brilliant idea. like, Jake runs off somewhere, and in the background, there's just Drew holding up a piece of paper that says "???". i have no clue where in Canada Drew and Tom/Jake/Miriam live-- the country is quite large, so it could be an equivalent distance to Ashley living in Texas and Ellie/Tess living in New York-- but given that Ellie will be in the series, someone is travelling somewhere! so it's definitely possible.

i'm pretty neutral on the TomJake series, mostly because i don't know what it's going to be about. in a best case scenario, it's a delayed wrap-up to All Stars, further exploring some of the plot threads that weren't fully developed leading up to and after Riya's win. in a worst case scenario, it's a disjointed collection of mildly confusing fanservice, a la "Derek and Trevor accidentally kiss in the shower." (i actually liked that episode as a whole, but man was that moment in particular cringe.) i'm definitely going to watch it just so that i know what's up, but i do feel like they probably could have better used this time elsewhere (more staff stories, official season epilogue, start s4 faster).

but, Sapphire, if they did an Ashley, Drew, or Alec spinoff, how would they lure people in by putting gay people in the thumbnail??? (/s) mostly kidding, but i'm sure it is true that they were willing to bank on a TomJake series because they knew that those popular characters would get the clicks. if we got another spinoff, it'd probably be jaiden-centric, lmao.

of course, Ashley and especially Alec are also pretty popular, so it's not outside of the realm of possibility! an Alec series would definitely good, to clarify his relationship with Fiore, learn a bit more about his family, and perhaps touch on what Riya's up to after the show. an Ashley show i fear would lack any conflict (because she slays at life so hard), but maybe we could learn a bit about her family too.

They would make a neat duo ngl. If Dan ever made it to All-Stars that is. 😅 I actually remember one Ally greeting where she said she thought Dan was a pretty cool/nice guy and how unfair it was the way Gabby cheated him in eliminations, or something along those lines. I can try to find it later.

oh, these two could definitely make a nerd alliance. throw in Alec and Lake and you'll have brains that brawn and beauty should definitely watch out for.

are Ally, Dan, and Alec the only (main) characters thus far to wear glasses? oh, i guess there's Oliver too. typecast fr.

Enjoy this random art of Lill leading a family of ducks

so cute!!!!! i love the ducks' little hats and scarves. the purple team deserved an animal mascot. i bet Ashley would love to pet these little guys as well :)

Add Dan, Drew & Tess and this book club is complete! 😁

"Disventure HS" intrigues me. is this an AU where they're all students in high school? even if Alec was a senior and Fiore was a freshman, having them that close in age would be cursed as hell. hopefully Alec is just the literal librarian. maybe it's "bring your niece figure to work day".

Ellie/Alec/Fiore/Lake/Dan/Drew/Tess would be a really interesting tribe to start with. i wonder who would get voted out first?

Hm. Interesting chart. The one I agree most with is that I definitely would've liked to see an interaction between Tess and Alec. Those two do have quite a few things in common (quiet, reserved/introverted, level headed, fairly intelligent, logical, lone wolves who like to read, etc.) so I'm sure they would've clicked well with each other. Eh, who knows? Maybe there was some interaction at the motel off camera. Though that is mostly just wishful thinking, since I highly doubt either of them would ever see a reason to talk to the other with how little they know about each other, being from separate seasons and all.

yeah, and Alec was in the Motel for a pretty short amount of time (2 episodes, maybe like 5 days). canonically, he probably spent a lot of that time talking to Fiore and then Connor. Perhaps Ellie and Grett as well.

god knows Alec could use a therapist friend, though. maybe if people started following each other online, they could wind up chatting with each other then! or, i'm sure Alec would read Lake's book someday, so he could at least see her illustrations then.

i think you can probably guess which box i agree with most. (it's the favorite friendship one)

thanks for sharing all of these tweets with me!

[luvsae]

Could you write a Carl x insecure!midsize!reader pls? Just Carl reassuring her she's beautiful regardless 🫶💜

first off, this is my first twd request, thank you so much for the request. second, if anyone is going through something similar, just know that you're beautiful no matter what :) i love you!

you're beautiful | carl grimes

carl grimes x insecure!midsize!reader

angst with eventual fluff | WARNINGS : doubtful thinking, being mean to self, comparing in a negative way

summary: insecurities get the best of you, even during the apocalypse. carl is always here to reassure that you're beautiful.

note: this takes place when carl would've been an adult! (also i apologize if this is really bad..)

Ever since you were a teenager, insecurities have become a big part of your life. At first, it started with small things like: not enjoying the way your hair looked, or hating your eyebrows.

It eventually became about your body.

You were scared of how people would view you, but most importantly - how you viewed yourself.

Some people might say that caring about your looks during an apocalypse is pointless because there's other horrible things going on, but it damages your mental health.

Although you had these thoughts, your boyfriend Carl thought otherwise.

He would always assure you that you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on - because it was true.

Today was a new day, though, as you threw on a regular short sleeve shirt and jeans. You walked over to the mirror in your bedroom and looked at yourself.

There was a tad bit of sadness filtered over your eyes as you watched how the clothes looked on you. With a sigh, you left the room and went downstairs.

You shared a house with Carl since you were now adults and no longer teenagers. It was quite nice to live with him, but he always got up early to visit Judith and do a few other things.

Noticing your footsteps, Carl turned around and smiled at you. "Hey there. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you returned a slightly smaller smile than his back to him. "Did you? I notice you're up early again."

"I did too, but I had to go over to see Judith since my Dad went on a run before," he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm glad you're up, though."

You practically melted into his touch. It was nice being in his embrace - so nice that it almost made you cry. "You should sleep in late one day, too."

"Maybe one day, sweetheart." He whispered before leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

Blinking away your tears, you left his embrace and looked at him. You made sure to smile to distract him from your red-tinted eyes.

Why were you so emotional right now?

Was it the mix of Carl's strong love and the insecurities sneaking into your brain? You weren't too sure.

"You wanna do something tonight? My dad and Michonne are gonna make something and invited us over," Carl suggested. "Only if you want to, of course."

"That sounds great," you nodded, hoping that the distraction would help with your insecurities and terrible thoughts.

"Great," Carl gave you one last kiss. "I'm going to help Maggie with something, I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay, I love you." You replied.

"I love you too."

The evening soon arrived, which meant you had to get ready for dinner with Carl's parents.

You quickly went upstairs to change out of your plain shirt and instead change into something more fancy. (Although fancy clothes were hard to find during the zombie apocalypse).

Searching through your clothing drawer, you found a nice black top to compliment your dark blue jeans.

You threw your other top away and replaced it with your new one. Looking into the mirror, you noticed your shoulders and had those thoughts again.

A frown appeared on your face, those terrible thoughts getting stronger. The insecurities were practically tattooed onto your brain.

"Fuck," you said through gritted teeth as you tried to fight off the tears. "I have to find something else."

You opened the drawer again, ignoring the tears running down your cheeks. "Where is that top, shit!"

Clothes were being thrown all over the floor as your frustrated mind wandered everywhere. It was horrible - your thoughts, you hated them.

You hated yourself.

Slamming your fist against the drawer, you let out an angry sigh and continued looking.

Without knowing someone was standing in the doorway, Carl walked forward and gently laid his hand on your shoulder. "Baby?"

You jumped slightly and turned around. "Carl? I-"

His eyes looked at the floor. The clothes everywhere embarrassed you. You didn't mean to make such a huge mess.

"Why are the clothes everywhere?"

"Uh." you finally looked up at him, Carl realized the tears stained on your face, making his face soften.

"Baby?" He cupped your face gently. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter," your voice was a whisper as you looked away from him. "It's just something silly."

"Y/N," he used his hand to turn your head. "What happened? You know you can tell me, right?"

"I know," you sniffled. "It's just- it affects me all the time. I mean, all the time."

Carl tilted his head out of pure confusion. "What is it that affects you? Is it something that you can tell me?"

Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with Carl. That's when you burst into tears, all the emotion spilling out of you.

"I hate the way this top looks on me. These jeans, too. I hate the way I look in everything," you confessed. "I don't like the way I look. I'm not pretty or beautiful."

Carl suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. "Don't ever say that, sweetheart. You're everything to me, okay?"

He pulled away from the hug and looked at you. His face was serious. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. You know, I remember the first time I saw you and I was in awe."

You sniffled once more. "Are you just saying that?"

"Why would I?" He held your face lovingly. "I love you so much. You're beautiful to me and to everyone. Your body is perfect, your face, everything about you."

Carl kissed your cheek, "If I could kiss all the parts of your body until you realized your beauty, I would do it a thousand times for you."

Your eyes were watery again. This time it was happiness instead of sadness. Carl really knew his way with words. "Really?"

"Of course," he peppered your face with kisses, the tickle-feeling made you giggle. "You're so stunning. I think you belong in a museum."

"Stop it," you smiled.

"I mean it." Carl smiled back at you. "You know, if you're ever going through something like this then you can talk to me. I'll make sure you know how beautiful you are everyday. I'm also serious about kissing you everywhere."

"Carl," you smacked his arm lightly. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I got so luck meeting you."

"I could ask the same question to you." Carl said.

"Shit, we're going to be late to your father's house." You suddenly noticed.

"Do you still want to go? We don't have to if you don't want to." Carl reassured.

"You know I have to see Judith," you smiled. "I wanna see Rick and Michonne too."

"They're really excited to see you again. I swear Michonne is the most thrilled to see you," Carl explained to you. "And Judith too."

"We better go then." You kissed his cheek then, "I love you. Thank you for this."

"Anything for you."

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Cash Wheeler Road Trip One Shot

Requested and Idea by: @princessmermaid1289

I’m really sorry this took so long to write and post. I hope you enjoy 😊

The Joshua Tree part was inspired by Cash’s Instagram

The adrenaline of last night’s pay per view Double or Nothing in Las Vegas was fading away in the early Monday sunlight. Your boyfriend of two-year Cash Wheeler had put on a great match; and you were there cheering for him in the first-row front and center. You almost didn’t make it through, your flight was delayed, and you didn’t even have time to run your suitcase to the hotel room. This was a huge difference compared to last year. The year before Cash asked you to come the week of the show. You were able to spend time at the pool, spa, seen shows, and had an all-access backstage pass to all things AEW related, Cash would find you at any spare moment he had. You both decided your vacation time should be after the biggest show of the year. Although cash suggesting Las Vegas was a huge surprise. While you didn’t mind spending a couple days in a city, Cash hated it. He told you traveling into cities often made him feel anxious, overwhelmed, and crowded. And you could see him start to get a little twitchy if he was away from the outdoors for a couple days.

The two of you were sitting in one of the hotels outside restaurant finishing up breakfast. Cash finished his orange juice in one gulp, “how upset would you be if I told you we weren’t staying in Vegas?”

You smiled “what if I told you I didn’t even unpack my bag, because I knew you were done with this place?”

The server dropped of the check. “I am one lucky man; I love you Duckling.” (Cash had no problem using the silly pet name he had for you in public or in front of anyone.) He grabbed a couple of bills out of his wallet and threw them on the table. Then he took your hand into his and helped you out of your seat. “I hope you like all the surprises I planned for you.”

“Cash I would love just spending the day with you at home in the backyard binge watching tv. I don’t need surprises.”

“I know,” Cash pulled you closer to him and whispered in your ear, “but I love watching you light up when you see them.”

A car rental place was not what you were expecting, but neither was the gas station convenience store. Where Cash had you fill up a cooler with both your favorite junk food snacks and drinks.

The car rental car attendant drove up to the two of you in a beautiful vintage blue pick up truck, one of Cash’s dream cars. He shook the employees’ hand, signed the last contract paper, and began to load the cooler and suitcases. Cash helped you into the truck, and put your safety belt on, before walking over to his side. As he adjusted the mirrors and plugged in his phone to the updated car radio. He asked, “any idea on the change of plans?”

You pretended to be stumped and think hard, “hmm…I am going to guess a road trip.”

Cash put his arm over your seats and backed out of the spot, a move that still made your belly feel like butterflies were flapping around in there. “Obviously that, but where too?” You shrugged. “I’ll give you a hint big trees.”

You gasped, “Joshua Tree?”

Before dating Cash, you had never traveled before, and it felt like Cash had been everywhere. It made a small part of you feel sad that the two of you would never experience a first place together. Then one day you were reading a book that mentioned the national park. You asked Cash a question about it, and he revealed that he had never been there. Since that day it became your mission to go there with Cash. And it was finally happening.

Joshua Tree Park was almost four hours away, the drive was all highway and long winding roads with nothing to see. Sometimes Cash was driving eighty miles an hour and sometime 20 miles an hour. It could make a drive like this feel like forty hours. Not with Cash though he kept one hand on the wheel and the other hand held onto yours. His confidence at the wheel and his sweetness still made your heartbeat faster. The drive was filled with talking, sometimes serious like why you wanted kids or not, sometimes light heated about funny movies. In between talks Cash’s phone played his favorites: Eric Church, Koe Wetzel, and your favorites as well: One Republic and Maren Morris.

The sun was starting to set when signs started to read Joshua Tree State Park 5 miles, 3 miles, 1 mile away. You pulled your brown hair into a messy knot on top of your head, hoping Cash remembered to book some type of hotel. With the early summer crowds, it would be impossible to find short notice lodging.

“Don’t worry Duckling,” of course, the love of your life noticed you playing with your hair, the tick you did when you began to worry. Cash kissed the back of the hand he was still holding, before turning down a random road.

The two of you drove down the gravel and dirt for about five minutes, you took your hair out and into a ponytail two more times. The gas tank was closer to E than you felt comfortable and there was nothing on this road. You were just about to ask Cash if he should turn around when a bonfire came into view. And it wasn’t just a campfire, but also a small cozy looking cabin, in front of woods just waiting to be explored.

Cash looked over and smirked “you think I wouldn’t plan a head?” He kissed the inside of your wrist before stopping the car. He stepped out of the truck and quickly walked around to help you out of the vehicle. Cash noticed you eyeing the fire and whispered. “I had the Airbnb host stock up on smore supplies just for you Duckling.” The cabin was unlocked by a code, and it was a huge shock. It was clean and modern inside, but still comfortable feeling. The outside representing Cash and the inside representing you, it was the perfect blend of the two of you.

The fire outside had dyed out, the smores were long gone, and it was late, very late. Tomorrow was going to be long and the two of you knew you should wake up early but that didn’t stop you the two of you. In the cabin master room, Cash had turned on the fireplace before sharing a long bubble bath with you.

Afterwards you two played a couple rounds of uno as The Office played in the background. Now the tv was off and cards were put away, Cash was spooning you and his body heat a long with the super soft blankets and fire were making you sleepy. He was listing off all the things you two had planned to find at Joshua Tree Park, the last thing you felt and heard before falling asleep was Cash kissing your forehead and whispering “I love you.”

[monkeydluffy19920]

Hi! So interesting question! Since luffy has gear 5 already, what will he look like if he had a gear 6? Don’t you think that’s awesome!?

And another question!

What’s your opinion of zoluffy, sanjzoro, or lulaw?

I don’t ship these btw but I respect your opinions!

Hiya @superson1cspeed!

Oda let Luffy unleash the Gear 5th in Wano and this revealed a bunch of stuff. I like this whole concept a lot and there are a few reasons:

In chapter 1044 is said: "The user is said to become the "Warrior of Liberation", bringing joy and freedom to those around them, and this fruit's power being described as "the most ridiculous power in the world". So, this form was literally made for Luffy because he is pretty much the definition of "seeking freedom" and he indeed brings joy for his close ones (except when his shenanigans are too much for his crew mates and they punch him *laughs*). It's a fact that Luffy has saved pretty much each of his crewmember from a bigger turmoil and made them see the good in bad so he truly deserve to become one of the strongest in OP universe.

Then the foreshadowing around this gear is amazing. Skypiea became even more important storywise since there are the first mentions of the Sun God (and other important stuff too such as Robin deciphering poneglyph). But on top of that it's that little silly panel where Luffy dances like there is no tomorrow like he always does and then his little silhouette drawing alongside the bonfire and not only that, also Usopp drumming next to him (just like his heart beats in Gear 5) that was perhaps the biggest hint of this new form which didn't seem to be big but became very crucial. Not only that bur already back in Arlong Park arc as well, we could also ponder whether Luffy rising from the dark and collapsed building while the sun shines on him was intentionally foreshadowing (probably yes because Oda-sensei is the master of hiding hints).

During the Gear 5 the animation/drawing style is nice in general. It seems that this was inspired from the old hand drawn cartoons (such as Tom&Jerry etc.), which is great since in general One Piece has become more and more serious. Of course not all the time, because there are still running gags but compared to the Pre-timeskip time much less. It's not necessarily a bad thing, it just tells that there is so much in the plot that Oda needs to pinch on some stuff. People 'been craving for pre-timeskip shenanigans and this brought back the glimpse of silliness this storywise heavy arc truly needed

What comes to the Gear 6 speculation, it is truly hard to say how Luffy will look like when he masters it but at least it is possible that this will be revealed in the final arc, perhaps in the final battle. My guess is that he'll face something incredibly strong (probably Blackbeard since they met in Jaya and Blackbeard has been active part of the plot but Oda-sensei can surprise us though). Perhaps the battle will push the whole crew to it physical and mental limits (just like Ace's death pushed Luffy to the edge) and therefore it awakens. Let's hope Oda keeps this drawing style in future too.

What comes to the second question, I'm not shipping Luffy with anyone currently. More thoughts written in following posts: Random ponders about Luffy and romance and Who do you ship Luffy with (ask) but although I do enjoy him interacting with his friends, I can't imagine him falling in love in canon.

I actually did ship Luffy and Vivi short time during Alabasta and still think they could have at least a little potential but in general, I think Luffy views his nakamaships very platonically and he seems to treat his crew mates pretty equally (showing physical affection such as hugging openly and driving them crazy at times with his randomness). No idea how much he has heard about birds and bees when he was a kid (well he spent time with grown up pirates so maybe some) but it seems he doesn't show much open interest to those stuff in general (in my opinion).

Well, there has been times such as in Alabasta when Nami tossed the Shiawase Punch and the guys reacted and then again he didn't turn into stone when Hancock used Mero Mero Mellow. Oda gave us the answer in SBS volume 54 and replied pretty simply: reacting alone and going nosebleed and stuff would be out of character for Luffy and earlier when he saw Nami's bare body, he was accompanied by Usopp and took probably influence from him (just like in anime Chopper also had a nosebleed or other reactions seeing it all despite him being the most innocent character in One Piece [x]).

So, it's pretty hard to say who would Luffy fall in love with since his potential crush could be also someone not inside the crew (such as Vivi, Hancock or after the Film Red Uta). What's even more ironical, that Luffy has pretty much gathered a "harem of princesses" although he hasn't even tried to charm her. They just like his charm and get well along with him. Oda even drew Reiju sucking poison out of him and that's probably most "intimate" and close he has ever been to opposite sex so far.

Like written previously, I think it's Luffy's carefree nature and hunger for adventure what makes me think of why he'd enjoy being "single and free", One Piece is after all all about chasing dreams and especially for Luffy, finding the ultimate freedom. Well relationship doesn't necessarily mean he'd have to give up on everything but it would sure mean to do some compromises. So in conclusion: Luffy might find the love of his life later or he will enjoy being single.

What comes comes to ZoSan/SanZo, I kinda see them as well more as good friends than lovers but this opinion might be heavily influenced on me being shipping Sanji x Nami and Zoro x Robin ever since the pre-timeskip-time. Since shipping is all about liking two character's chemistries and searching for clues in the story that could support it, I think we all readers can look for our preferences.

Although I don't ship Luffy with anyone (except meat, because MeatLoaf is life *laughs*) I don't honestly have anything against anyone shipping any character with someone as long as the shipping stays respectful (not bashing others and intentionally bullying others, that's toxic :s ). Also, even if the story didn't end up the way we wanted, there is always a possibility to imagine the ending one wants, that's why we fans are able to make stuff, for fellow fans to enjoy whatever they like ;)

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Wet Wilderness (Cooper, 1975)

What's scarier? A murderous maniac in the middle of the woods, or your annoying coworker on Casual Friday? By dressing its villain in a ski mask, a polo and five-pocket pants, this movie poses the question, what if they were the same person?!? As you can probably guess by now, despite running through such transgressions as rape, incest, racism and murder, this isn't a terribly frightening affair. Some of that is, as I alluded, due to the appearance of the villain. Some of this is due to the slapdash filmmaking involved. When the villain finally kills one of his victims, he rubs his prop machete on her with all the firmness of putting out a cigarette. Later, another murder victim is seen clearly breathing. And a frantic chase scene appears to have been shot against a black backdrop with leaves being patted on the actors' faces in lieu of any actual running. (It goes without saying that the camera setups are crude and lack variety.)

And some of this, and this is where my garbage viewing habits become painfully evident, is the lack of forcefulness in executing this scenario. This is ostensibly a roughie, and you could argue that the machete the villain threateningly wields is enough to scare the other characters into submission. But when tablecloths are laid out on the ground before any of the sex scenes, it greatly undermines the supposed surprise of any of the proceedings. And when a character leisurely jogs away in plain sight to escape from the killer, it greatly undermines any sense of danger he might possess, especially when she does it multiple times.

If there's something provocative about the movie, it's in furthering the roughie's sense of audience complicity. The average roughie is designed to get the viewer off on sexual assault, inviting us to identify not with the victims, but with the perpetrators, with evil instead of good. This arguably goes a step further, in that the villain doesn't just rape his victims himself, he forces them to have sex with each other under the threat of death, ordering them through scenarios coloured by incest (most of his victims are family members) and later racism (he forces one of them to have sex with another victim, a black man, while making demeaning remarks about the man's race), blurring the lines between the viewer, star and director. It might seem silly given all that transpires, but admit I was a little bothered when he dropped a racial slur, as it dispelled a little the overall goofiness of the affair. Geez, I wish these murdering rapists weren't so racist.

The proceedings lack any of the charge a better executed roughie might have, the movie's incompetence, Southern accent of the villain and relaxed energy of the sex scenes greatly diffusing some of its more noxious qualities. Although the rape scenes not being mean spirited enough probably makes this an easier, or at least funnier, watch than most roughies, and I thought the daughter playing the actress was pretty cute, so the movie is not without its charms. I will say, if you wanted to take this to the movie mechanics and "fix" this, there's just one thing you have to do. You don't need better acting or better production values, although those would help. All you gotta do is add at least one more maniac. (And maybe send them to diversity training. Okay, that's two things. Geez, I wish these murdering rapists weren't so racist.) When you have all these scenes where one maniac is barking orders at the family to bump uglies and what have you, it's hard for him to keep an eye on more than one at a time and make sure nobody tries to get away. But when you add another maniac, it's like having a spotter at the gym. He or she has your back. And who knows, if you add a few more, the maniacs could tag-team their victims, maybe even go for one great big gang bang. With multiple maniacs, the possibilities are endless.

[pleb-the-original]

Day 23: Demon

(Now this one was fun, I mean my initial problem was having too much opportunities. Then I was listening to Red Moon by Will Wood again and I got my idea. I’ve had the premise in my head for a long time that the Grinning Man was just a collective identity the high demons use for fun, so why not have one of them explain how it started? It works especially well since I’ve had an ongoing project where I take goetic and adjacent demons and interpret them my own way, so I had a nice catalogue to reference. Organim is original however. Also just to clarify, the one telling the story is Flauros) Oh great summoner, what is it that you wish to ask of me? I am in your control and cannot tell you anything untruthful. Who is the Grinning Man? Oh that’s an easy question! Ok so it all started a while ago. Andras was getting up to his usual antics by causing a brawl to break out back home, you know how he is. Then he got bored of that and decided to turn his attention to the mortal plane. Now, technically humans aren't supposed to know about this but us Elders cause a lot of the sightings that end up becoming cryptids. I’ve personally had my hand in a lot of Alien Big Cat sightings, not gonna tell you which ones though. Why ruin the fun? But anyways, Andras wanted to try his hand at one of these. He actually put a lot of thought into this, which is rare for him. I mean most of the time he sees something and just does it. We’re just lucky he didn’t decide to release Jangle onto the world again. His idea was to pull off an alien kinda hoax. Now aliens unnerve even us so it was a perfect idea for him. He managed to get Organim to create a disguise spell for him that fit the alien idea and he got Vapula to create a spacecraft for him. Although I think Vapula was forced into it. We could all see Clash at his throat. Anyways, to flash forward to when everything was complete. He did his thing to a few people and suddenly everyone was talking about old Indrid Cold. I know you asked about Grinning Man, I’ll get there. So anyways, Indrid was a success, a story to be told for years to come, yada yada. So like all of Andras’ plans, he hung up the disguise and moved on to something else. But we all saw how easily the disguise fooled people and we wanted in on that so we started using the disguise and sharing it around. The craft was destroyed though, Vapula had the dragons melt it into slag for usage later. Now we used to just take the disguise out to cool off steam and monitor the outside world away from human view. Yes, even Elders like us need breaks sometimes. Besides, what kind of ruler doesn’t keep a good eye on their subjects. But then one day Amdusias took it out for a spin. He was out late at night, dancing to a song that was apparently stuck in his head. Then he met a normal person on the road and just danced towards them, still keeping up that big smile. Once the guy ran away, Amdusias had his fun and decided to head back home. Then we found out the human had actually posted about the encounter to the internet and we smelled an opportunity. The Grinning Man had been born. Now we take the disguise out all the time and just see who we might run into. We’ve had a ton of fun just seeing how you all react to our antics. And yes, it is all of us that have done it, almost every Elder. I’ve even seen some of the big leaguers take it out for a spin, although we almost lost the original disguise when Asmodeus tried using it to flirt with an undercover Lilith. Luckily Organim made it truly hellfire proof after that incident. I think that covers it. Now then, great summoner, what else do you require of my services? Wait, that was it. Really? You brute force your way into finding my true sigil and only ask one question? Oh well, this is probably just your trial run. You’ll come back to me for more substantial services. I just know it. 

[harmfulgod]

The way you think towards humans and their reactions to traumatic or hurtful situations is so complex and enthralling , especially since it's completely different from how I see things . I've always gotten great rapture from being a protector , protecting those who need it and being a lover . In a way , humans are almost like my own children , I could never see myself hurting them with full intention , but it seems that's all you want to do to humans and I love it . I admire your dedication and focus on human behavior and human ideologies , it really does show how powerful you are , it's very admirable , truly . There's nothing I love more than hearing other people's points of views on things and the way they work .

you're pretty accurate on the way humans behave , coming from someone who's taken care of them both in my past lives and in this life , you're very much correct . Humans are creatures that are typically scared of change , with a few oddballs here and there who have enough strength within them to accept that change is the norm . Humans see things very narrowly , forgetting to focus on things " outside of the box " , I suppose . They typically focus on one big issue , instead of the big issue and also minor issues that come from said big issue . They say they're strong , but cower at anything that threatens their power , it's honestly humorous but in a way , I can empathize , I am rather protective of my authority too , power means endless love and devotion after all .

That's another thing I've noticed . Humans are so focused on love . I suppose I , again , can empathize as I too am full of love , but sometimes it feels like that's all they care about . Humans are social animals , they're built on the need of connections and friendships , but it's almost like their entire life is devoted to finding a partner or something that gives them purpose , and it's quite saddening to see how people can't just be content in themselves and their alone time .

Much love , Your dearest , Columbina <3

huh. you're really very interesting, columbina.

people are very complex and at the same time incredibly simple creatures. change is only part of the trouble. some may think that change is the only thing that gets them in trouble and because they are only arguing with it, not taking what is happening right in front of their face in any way, they are burying themselves more and more, completely restricting themselves from "freedom" from all human things. although i don't think people today are capable of something like that.

people are unique and it would seem that there is nothing definite that can be generalized about all people, but people are people. they fixate on the problems in their lives, try to find the meaning of life and literally spend their lives on it. they overly fixate on something without giving credit to the rest, because of which they've been losing their whole lives. they try to pretend that everything is fine and they don't have any, but they absolutely do not realize that running away from problems does not actually make the problem go away, but only get worse.

people also find it hard to live alone and they need someone to support them and "help" them and "support" them, but to be honest, it sounds so disgusting. people are creatures that can't do anything by themselves and they literally need help in everything. everything that surrounds people is something that was made by other people. people themselves are completely unable to live fully independently and provide for themselves with everything they need. they always need something to make their lives easier.

it is a pity that not everyone is able to enjoy loneliness. loneliness is truly beautiful, but to learn to enjoy it you have to do something unique, which for me is quite difficult to describe. everyone accepts and perceives loneliness differently, but it is a pity that not everyone knows how to enjoy this loneliness and that for some people it is just an extra burden and another "unsolvable" problem.

people are animals who try to live happily, but because of one slightest mistake they lose and stop fighting.

people are real weirdos that trying to show that they are worth something. it's actually really fun and funny. people are funny creatures.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (334): Mon 13th Feb 2023

One more shift until I get three days off. I love this job but I don’t know if I could do this if it was a 9-5. I need a full three days to recover from the strain and boredom of backing hundreds if not thousands of items into boxes for 40 hours a week while shitty music is forced into my ear canals. If I only had two days to recover from this shit then I’d be in a bad mood all the time. Interestingly enough when I worked at TSB they surveyed us and asked whether we’d be interested in switching to a four day work week and I said absolutely fucking not. 10 hours (minus two 30 minute breaks) of standing in one spot and silently packing items into boxes I could definitely do but 10 hours (minus one hour lunch and two fifteen minute breaks) of talking to shitheads on the phone, go fuck your Dad! Even though it would be less work the type of work in the TSB job is WAY worse than in the factory (also those fifteen minute breaks felt more like fifteen second breaks). I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since I left that shithole and frankly I’m not sure how I lasted six months there without ramming my head through a computer screen. Since I did a month of training, two weeks on holiday, a week off with COVID and ten days off the phones because their systems stopped working because the tech team are really incompetent, this means that I only really spent four months talking to dickheads on the phone but it was still way too much. I still regret not writing down the names and numbers of the arsehole callers I got so that when I go on trips away I could use public telephones to prank call them in the middle of the night to get back at them for talking to me like a piece of shit.

Six weeks until WrestleMania! Man I’m so fucking excited. For a while it seemed like I would never get there and now it’s so close. Next week I’ll go to the town and get my money changed over to dollars (or whatever currency Biden changes it to in the time between now and the trip. Hell the guy’s so senile he may pass a law ruling that people have to pay for stuff with underpants…although that would make buying underpants tricky). I might prepare for WrestleMania 39 by watching every single WrestleMania to get myself in the spirit of things. It also means that I’m going to have to start watching Raw and Smackdown again so that I’ll be up to speed on the storylines going into the show…urgh. I know that the Rumble and Mania still deliver but the stuff on Raw and Smackdown that isn’t Roman Reigns and Sami Zayn is just abysmal. Personally I think WWE are making a big mistake by going with Cody Rhodes being the guy to face Roman at Mania (unless he loses which he should in which case I’m fine with it). Rhodes did a good job last year of garnering fan support and establishing himself as a top babyface but it hasn’t been enough to warrant him being the one to dethrone Reigns. The person to take the belt off of Reigns should do so as the culmination of a lengthy storyline, not just because they won the Rumble. Sami Zayn is far and away the more logical choice to face Reigns at Mania, though I don’t think he should win either as it will be much more effective if they have him lose this year, have Reigns title run go over the 1000 day mark and then have Sami defeat him at Mania 40. Speaking of WWE pay per views I think next year I’m going to pull the trigger on the Royal Rumble too, although the location for the show hasn’t been decided yet. The great thing about my Mania trip is that i will be able to cross this item as well as visiting California and seeing the LA Lakers off my bucket list. Therefore I’m hoping that the Rumble will be located in a state that will allow me to cross off additional items. I’ve always wanted to visit New Orleans so having the Rumble there would be handy. I also want to see Edgar Allan Poe’s grave and the house he lived in which are both in Baltimore so hopefully they might announce this as the site of the show.

[vanbredevoort]

She raised an eyebrow while flashbacks of her youth plagued her mind. He was stubborn and difficult to read, and those two traits usually meant she had no way of knowing what would happen next. It was unsettling— and nostalgic. She had been in a similar spot when she was his lover.

“Why wouldn’t it go well? Are you planning on picking up a fight with my husband? I’m wounded— here I am trying to save your life, and you are always too willing to put it at risk”, she said, tilting her head to the side as she spoke in her usual whispers, “Rand, my husband would torch this continent to the ground for me if were to ask. He would find a way to move planets and kill gods if it pleased me. He would shatter a mountain if I mentioned it ruined the view from my window. So yes, he’s not going to kick you out as soon as he hears you’ve seen me naked, if that’s your fear. Although I would recommend not bringing it up at all— that could potentially be your end and then the mage hunters would be the least of your problems, believe me.”

Her eyebrow rose again as she saw how he clenched his jaw. Lydia knew it was not going to be an easy fit to convince him to hide, it was not in his nature in neither of those cases - hiding and being easy to convince - but she didn't foresee how nervous it would make her feel. Her hands started to tremble.

“I spent most of my life trying to bring peace into the continent without conflict, without violence. To keep blood from being shed. So much that at the end I spelt MINE over a hallway so others would have a chance to do things right. You’re going to stain the ground with yours just because you’re tired of running away? I’m above trying to save the world again, I’m above sacrifice, but I’m not above suffering because of death! Your death!”, with a few deep breaths she coerced herself into relaxation, and spoke in a much calmer tone, “I’m not planning on forcing you to come. I would not have put my own anonymity in jeopardy if I didn’t know I had it in me to convince you, but the choice is ultimately yours. I suggest that you do take it into careful consideration—The place is safe, Rand. I should be dead, and if you heard that, you probably also heard the context. That I died during the coup of Thanedd, protecting the president of the chapter, Vilgefortz, who is an enemy to the northern kingdoms and the great empire— I offer a safe place that already houses two wanted criminals. And it’s a big house. You can do the rest of the math by yourself”

The very effort of feeling her against his palm had been near dizzying. She was alive and the very thought of it was making him stumble on his own thoughts. How was she still alive? After everything? He had mourned her, had thought that he would never that part of himself. It mattered little that they had parted long before she had been taken he had felt every single effects as though she had been at his side for the entire time. Her words and knowing that she meant them all made him soften towards her. Soften his resolve entirely. She really did care whether or not he died and if he was being hunted. However he couldn't let himself falter, could he? He had made his decision and it would have to stick. Yet that pleading tone of her voice made him rethink those decisions. Here he thought that he had a stubborn streak to outdo all others. That smile that she wore either eased him or unsettled him. Something told him that he was certain she was going to get her way. Did she always? He wanted to be able to say that she wouldn't get her way with him. He had a stronger will than that - didn't he? He supposed not. His shoulders slumped but then he felt his curiosity perk up - was that jealousy? His jaw tensed and he tried to make his gaze lighten while he looked across at her. He hoped that she didn't catch that look. He didn't need to bring anything of that up. The past should stay right where it belonged. "Are you going to keep me right here until I agree?" He questioned as he leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands together while looking deeply into her eyes. Something about her eyes always upended him. He couldn't very well tell him that now, he understood that much. "And is your husband really going to let me enter your home under your protection? I'm not sure how much of that is really going to go over too well, Lydia."

[buckybarnesdiaries]

wakanda

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[mswyrr]

#this is lovely- thank you for sharing!#i've a big love of 80s and 90s action movies from my Dad as well#and I also headcanon that Mikey was more of a father figure than an older brother to Carmy with their absent father/ age gap between them#it's something i relate to very personally as well because although my eldest brother is only 5 years older than me#he's been more of a father figure to me than our actual dad since our parents divorced when i was a young teen#i could see why carmy was basically running on fumes/ going through the motions / like a living zombie in S1#Mikey was the closest thing to a Dad that he had- he just wanted to make him proud- and even if he was proud of him#now he'll never know because Mikey never articulated it before he ended his life#it would be great if Carmy and Emannuel can develop a healthy father-son rapport#it's why i wrote a private one on one conversation between Carmy and Emmanuel in one of my fanfics-#where Emannuel sort of gently lets Carmy know that he knows how Carmy feels about Syd/ asks him what his intentions are#and from the Speed poster in Syd's room and being a Keanu Reeves fangirl myself in my current WIP I have plans for Syd/Carmy to -#go on a 'not date' to see a marathon return showing of some John Wick movies/ with both of them sneaking homemade food into the theater#but this wip is beating my ass it's a multi-chapter fic and i have no idea when i'll ever upload or complete it#but Syd and Carmy really don't strike me as having time to be high brow and pretentious about their viewing habits i fully agree#carmy fell asleep watching pasta grannies in season one before he sleepwalked and almost burned his place down - he isn't gonna be watching#-criterion collection films or something#i really enjoyed your post thanks again for taking the time to write 😊🤗

I think - it might have been better for Mikey if he could have allowed himself the grace to step out of that role a bit, to trust Carmy and let him give back and help him when he was in trouble - but I can see howhe found it impossible. They were both forced by circumstances (and love) into roles and behaviors that have caused a lot of pain (and, for Mikey, he wasn’t able to find his way out of - he could imagine himself a posthumous “provider” for his little bro, giving him the money to go forward and do better, but he couldn’t picture himself part of that in a positive way and couldn't allow Carmy to give back/move into a more mutually supportive brotherly love with him).

Yay shared headcanons on them having AMAZING taste in food and like - not developed palates for any other art LOL

Emmauel seems like a really good guy - he is very fatherly toward Sydney and would want to look out for her, but once he took Carmy’s measure I think they could build a good in-laws relationship. It would take time! And his priority would (as it should be) be his daughter, but once he sees she wants to build a life with his young man then there’s no reason not to try to bond.

And he’s not the kind of guy who seems like he’d be pushy and paternalistic just to prove something - he’s very supportive of Sydney and worries about her, but he also *trusts* her re: the kind of life she wants, what her passions are, even when he doesn’t really understand them.

#it's why i wrote a private one on one conversation between Carmy and Emmanuel in one of my fanfics-#where Emannuel sort of gently lets Carmy know that he knows how Carmy feels about Syd/ asks him what his intentions are#and from the Speed poster in Syd's room and being a Keanu Reeves fangirl myself in my current WIP I have plans for Syd/Carmy to -#go on a 'not date' to see a marathon return showing of some John Wick movies/ 

I love this!!! Excellent dynamics ty for sharing. Looking up your fic when I get home <3

@currymanganese​

I grew up on a lot of cheesy action movies myself (and “dude genre” stuff generally) and there’s genuinely some good stuff there! Some of them have some real vibes about masculinity and wanting to be a good person in a cruel world. Which is why I referenced “Hard Target”–with its themes of fighting back against the rich exploiting homeless veterans–and I’m going to name-drop the first “Universal Soldier” at some point (maybe in sequel one-shots?) as well as the “The Equalizer” (2014)* which is just a perfectly paced, characterized, and structured action movie imo – there’s some neat stuff with the way Mikey was like – a father to Carmy as well as an older brother?? Which added to the stress Mikey felt and how he felt he couldn’t share his burdens with his baby brother. 

I was thinking of the sharing of these pop culture narratives about what it means to be a good man, between the two of them. A good man (and gentlemanly - strong and gentle) is something Carmy seems to really want to be. But, like with so many things in the story - where do you get that info/model? He’s learned from kitchen culture (both terrible and good things), but I wanted there to be something more re: pop culture and Mikey too. And for that to be something Emmanuel and him could find a chill guy thing to do together eventually.

(IMO outside of their art, where they’re AWESOME, neither Sydney nor Carmy have a very “sophisticated palate” - they simply don’t have the time for it, with how hard they’ve had to work at their area of expertise. So I don’t think either of them is a snob about movies etc!)

Once I’ve got the core narrative of my multi-chapter down, I plan to do some one shot stories here and there 🤞

*I rewatched it while writing my fic actually - because the way the widowed male lead there feels about his wife is so intensely romantic and resonates with how Carmy feels about Sydney in my story. (And the lead there is also neurodivergent). The story is all from Sydney’s pov but I kind of had to figure out his whole pov and arc going on “off screen” and under the surface so the characterization would track!

[envirae]

outnumbered — pt 34: shameless

written part below! | wc: 767

“Who even invited him?” Beomgyu mutters towards Yeonjun, referring to Jake and his own group who sit parallel of them, across the stadium.

“They’re friends with Sunoo, Beom. Loosen up.” He points out, a disapproving look painted on his face as Beomgyu simply huffs. His attention is turned as the competition begins, and he finally decides to settle down.

The competition is a tight one, and although he barely knows what’s going on, he’s highly invested. There’s palpable tension in the air, and it’s not just from the strain of the competition.

When it’s all said and done, HYBE wins. Beomgyu gets far more excited than he should have been, practically screaming his head off. Soobin tells him to quiet down, but the smile on his face is far too evident to hide.

He runs outside after the competition, leaving his friends and finding you quickly and wrapping you in a hug whilst congratulating you profusely. “I knew you could do it!”

“Thanks again for coming, I felt great knowing you were supporting me.” You acknowledge, smiling fondly. The embrace lasts a couple seconds, still incredibly proud of yourself for winning.

Your smile immediately drops, however, when another face comes into view. You pull away from the hug, straightening up to face him. “Jake, hey.”

“Congrats.” He greets, an uncomfortable tone as he does. “You deserve it, really.” Although you two broke up on a good note, there’s definitely something about Beomgyu being here that makes things 10x more awkward than it needs to be.

Beomgyu stands next to you, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Thanks. I appreciate you coming to support me.”

There’s an awkward silence in the air, and the three of you are all unsure of how to deal with it. “Y/N, I’m leaving next week.” He finally lets out, sighing deeply. “But I...I’m just not sure if this is what I want.”

You tilt your head in confusion, trying your best to keep your composure. “What are you on about? Jake, this is your dream?”

“But what if...what if you’re my dream, y/n?” He asks, still unsure of how to go about the whole topic. “I’ll stay for you, y/n. If you want me too.”

You let out an audible gasp, and Beomgyu stiffens, not liking the way this conversation is headed. “Are you serious, Jake? I can’t just let you pass up this amazing opportunity”

“Things could go back the way they were. None of this stupid conflict would have ever happened.” His voice is shaky, almost as if he’s about to cry.

Beomgyu tries to calm him down, not wanting to make such a public scene in front of your school building. “Look, Sim, I think you should leave-”

“Stay out of this choi.” He asserts, sending a deadly glare to the taller man. Beomgyu backs off, but keeps his guard up.

“Jake, I love you, but I can’t be the reason you miss something this big. I just couldn’t live with that regret.” You respond, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Well I can’t just sit here and watch as you flirt with your ex who’s obviously still in love with you!” He exclaims, tone more aggressive than it was before.

Both you and Beomgyu still for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. “Jake, I think you should go.” You tell him, before walking away and leaving both men out in the cold.

“This is all your fault, Choi!” He yells, now accusing Beomgyu, who had stayed relatively quiet the whole time.

“Me? You’re the one who’s leaving, not me!” He puts his arms up in defense, still in disbelief Jake could be so shameless.

“I was gonna reject the offer.” Jake confesses, tone much softer than it was previously. “I was gonna stay here with Y/N, and live a perfect life. But you had to come back into the picture. For what? Because you felt threatened by me?”

“Threatened? By you? Don’t flatter yourself, Sim.” He scoffs, letting out a breathless chuckle. “God, I can’t believe Y/N dated an asshole like you.” He spits.

“Don’t worry,” Jake starts “The feeling is mutual.”

Beomgyu is unsure of what to say, scratching the back of his neck. “You know, if you were really ever planning to stay for Y/N, you would have. So don’t blame me for your stupid indecisiveness, and leave her out of this.”

Scoffing as he walks away, Beomgyu eventually leaves Jake alone, nothing more than the street lights illuminating the night and crickets filling the silence.

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