#and then whenever friends might call me smart i'll accept that

[stupidgalaxybrain]

Yeah, I think a month's long hiatus is enough time. Kirbytober wore me out man, but hopefully I can post here and there still.

I've actually had this on my mind for a while now, but I thought I'd list out my ships, from most to least popular. My blog won't be too shippy, but I wanted to give you guys a heads up in case you either really love or hate any of these pairings.

#1: Metadede

At this point, Metadede is probably the #1 ship in the fandom, so it's no surprise I'm on this extremely full bandwagon. Could you consider it a bandtrain? Anyway, they're great together imo. Honestly, I don't have to explain this one because the ship is everywhere. You get the idea.

#2: Kirribbonfluff (Kirribbon and Kirfluff)

Technically speaking, Kirfluff is significantly more popular than Kirribbon, but I love both, and who says you have to choose? They're just so wholesome together. Like, the fact that Kirby cherishes their mementos of their journeys with them (the medal and the sock) is so cute! Plus, this ship is 3 relationships for the price of one, and Prince Fluff and Ribbon I can easily imagine having an interesting dynamic.

#3: Darkroach

You've heard of the "sworn partners", now get ready for the "shadowy partners"! (Yes, that's the actual name of their celebration picture together. Nearly lost my mind when I found that out). People already ship Daroach and Meta Knight together, but I think Meta Knight's rigid (if somewhat confusing) moral code would keep him from fully accepting Daroach's... career, but that's not a problem with Dark Meta Knight. And they're both massive drama kings so that's fun too.

(The trajectory of their relationship in my head is entirely made up on headcanons, so it'd take an entire novel to fully capture the dynamic I'm envisioning, but we'll get there later lol)

#4: Taranzolor (Or Magoranza, I've seen both)

This one's not that big, and that's because it's absolutely dwarfed by Marxolor (Marx/Magolor). I have nothing against that ship at all; it's just that when I look at Marx and Magolor I physically can't imagine them as anything other than platonic. With Taranza and Magolor though, I feel they're both characters who have a lot more in common than either of them would like to admit, which makes for a really interesting dynamic. Powerful magic users who think they're very smart(tm) who hold a lot of guilt/regret over their respective mistakes. Honestly in my head this relationship is a rivals to friends to lovers kind of deal. Of course, their relationship wouldn't start until a while later in the timeline, whenever that might be, because Taranza needs to get used to not being in a toxic relationship, and Magolor needs to learn to stop making toxic relationships.

#5: Chupun

I'd hazard to call this a ship when it's pretty much canon ChuChu and Nyupun are together. Still, I love them both a lot despite their minimal screentime, and I really want the fandom to put more thought into the animal friends. They're only as boring as we let them be, and I adore ChuChu. To me, these two are childhood best friends, with ChuChu being super outgoing and Nyupun being really shy. ChuChu takes her under her wing (tentacle?) and the rest is history! But seriously, I'll lead a one-woman army on making cute Chupun content. (Is there a ship name already, because otherwise I'm using this)

#6: Flamcisca

I think this is the only controversial one on the list. TO BE CLEAR: When I hear the "Mage Sisters" I think nuns. If you believe they are related, by blood or otherwise, I entirely understand why you don't ship this one, and I also understand why this ship isn't popular because of how easy it is for interpretations to lead one way or another. With that out of the way: I think these two are great. Fire and ice lesbians? Hell yeah! Flamberge seems to adore Francisca and Francisca misses spending time with Flamberge during missions. So much of their dialogue and pause descriptions are related to each other that Star Allies kind of does the work for me on showing why they're a great couple. I'm surprised more people haven't made stuff for them, but like the disclaimer at the beginning indicates, I'm not that surprised.

#7: Sailor Goo

Well folks, we have reached it. The true rarepair of the list. I've seen all the ones listed before at least once, but Sailor Dee and Gooey is, as far as I can tell, a Stupidgalaxybrain exclusive. I blame my Tomodachi Life island for starting this... but then it also worked with my headcanons for Kirby Fighters 2... and Gooey visiting the Halberd fairly often with Dark Matter Blade... so yeah. I imagine Sailor Dee is very disciplined and hard-working as part of Meta Knight's crew, and Gooey is the exact opposite of that, which would really allow her to take a break once in awhile. (I hc Sailor Dee as a girl because why not)

You have made it to the end! Thanks for reading! In the future I might make more in depth posts about any of these ships, so if you're curious just ask me. And because I always want to prioritize people's comfort, you have every right to block me or the tags if you're not a fan of anything on this list. Otherwise, see you guys around. I'm happy to be back.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

i hate any mensa-type sapiosexual ass superiority framed around the shaky and skewed concept of Intellect and like dumbass rights but then at the same time it’s like that post abt calling yourself stupid as hell all the time but whenever someone else does it it’s like “einstein wants what i have”, and also like well i like to acknowledge / not downplay my own capabilities without giving any idea that it’s like “also i think that IQ is a real thing and makes you better than everyone,” and also it’s just the whole thing where like, embracing the Undesirable end of any imposed scale (i.e. Smart <-> Dumbass) can be subversive b/c of denying intended disincentives / shame / stigma etc etc but also like, it still works within the existence of the Concept in the first place, like, calling yourself ugly and being chill with it but also like, Attractiveness Vs Ugliness are entirely subjective / invented / crafted concepts and the only thing is that everyone has a body which looks the way that it does and that’s the only Objective part of it

anyways so i’m saying that like i like the things that i’m capable of doing with my brain in terms of thinking about shit and sometimes doing something further with that thinking

[flamingo-writes]

Always Us – Year One

Remus Lupin x Reader

Marauders Era, Year 2

A/N: As of lately I've been obsessing so much over Andrew Garfield (if you hadn't been able to tell...) and along the way I ended up rediscovering my love for The Marauders. Now, Sirius and Lupin have always been my favourites (long before I found out the widely accepted fan cast was Ben Barnes and Andrew G) and while I'm trying to write the next chapter of KYOMS, I can't get this idea out of my head.

Summary: From your very first day in Hogwarts, you meet a guy named Lupin, despite being sorted in different houses, that doesn't seem to stop your growing friendship. His friends being crackheads, while your smart matching his, it was inevitable. Although your cleverness might be perhaps a little dangerous to him, he's got a secret to keep, and is afraid of what would happen if you found out.

I guess I'll make a mini series of this. A post for each year at Hogwarts and an epilogue. Let me know what you guys thing and if you wish to be tagged!

Warnings: None.

Growing up was always...weird...for you...

Your father was a muggle, your mother a witch, and your grandmother on your dad's side was the witchy (muggle) lady who read tarot, and palms and dead healing and cleansing jobs with random objects like plants and eggs.

Your mother could never explain why the things your grandmother did worked, since she was a muggle just like your dad.

So, not only you grew up learning about the magic world and the discretion attached to it. You also grew surrounded by muggle culture. As well as learning the weird traditions your grandmother told you about whenever you visited her. It was a rather interesting childhood and even at 11 you knew it was something far from normal.

You grandmother called you Fox. She insisted your spirit animal was the fox, and that she often saw you in her dreams, running around as a fox accompanied by a wolf.

For the longest time you thought it was your grandfather, since his spirit animal, according to your grandmother, was a wolf. And you liked the idea of running around turned as a fox with a wolf, your grandfather, who sadly passed away while you were still a kid.

At 11, you got your Hogwarts letter and you mother rather excited got everything you needed ready

On your first day, at the train station, she nostalgically walked around the platforms as you continued to ask yourself where the heck was the platform 9 3/4.

On your way there, you came across a kid who looked equally confused and you wondered if it was a 1st year as well. By the lost look in his face, you quickly assumed it was the case.

The awkward exchange of stares you two had made you feel slightly shy as you tried to focus on your own thing.

Once in the train, you saw that same lost-looking boy.

"Hey..." He approached you. "Mind if I tag along?" He said shyly. "I-I'm sorry...that's weird..."

"N-no...It's fine..." You replied, not knowing those three words would change your life right in that moment.

"I'm Remus, by the way" He introduced himself before you told him your name.

The two of you walked along the train looking for an available cabinet, as you found one mostly free, except for a single kid. Same lost look as the both of you, small and chubby.

"How about this one?" He said calling your name as you nodded and followed him.

Walking behind him, you felt oddly short, as he was taller for an 11 year old and lanky. You sat besides him, your shoulder bumping next to his as you exchanged names with the kid there, named Peter Pettigrew.

You talked back and forth, mostly with Remus, as you found out you had several things in common. He was a half blood as well, he understood the struggle of having to hide and lie about half of your heritage.

Peter every once in a while would speak to add something.

Most of the conversation, though, was between Remus and you. And what a nice guy he was, you were glad you'd made a friend shortly after. And one who understood you so well at that.

Once in the school grounds, the sorting ceremony blew off your good mood.

Sure, the school looked amazing, the magic swarming the dining room.

But your heart broke a little when he was sorted in Gryffindor and you were sorted in Ravenclaw. Sure, you were glad you were there, your mother too had been in Ravenclaw. But you'd hoped to stay with your newfound friend.

"We can still see each other on class, yeah?" He told you, trying to lift you up.

And it did. The first week of classes, you two would tag along everywhere. He always sat besides you, sometimes he'd sit with you in the Ravenclaw table, sometimes you'd sit with him with the Gryffindors.

As time went by, you eventually started making friends with your roommates and Remus with his. Although more often than not, Remus brought you along with him.

You got to meet his friends James and Sirius.

These two lads often making fun of you for being the class's know-it-all. And Lupin always told you to dismiss them, and told them to stop.

As the year went by, you slowly started noticing an odd pattern. An odd pattern you probably wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't because of your own body clock reminding you when a month had gone by.

The same way you clung to Remus for comfort and company once a month, as you whined about your cramps, as you never really answered Remus's questions as to what was with your perfectly timed monthly stomach aches and weird cravings and swing moods, you noticed how he suddenly went missing two weeks after. He'd go missing for a day, and the day after he'd look particularly tired, defeated, and just like you deflected all of his questions, he deflected yours.

This looked very familiar to what your mother told you about your uncle, her brother.

You knew your uncle was a werewolf, and how your mother usually stuck by him every month. You knew what everyone thought of them, and how your mother taught you to always be kind. Sure, if you crossed a werewolf you could end up dead or turned into one, but because your uncle was one, you were taught to always be kind to them.

As the question circled your mind, you decided to write a letter to your mom, explaining your concerns. And you remember perfectly reading her reply: "Do not tell anyone. Absolutely anyone. You might very badly harm your friend by doing so."

Close to the year's end, you and Remus continued to be close friends. Often pairing up for class work, and the both of you often helping Sirius, James and Peter when they were lost with a subject.

"Rem, can I talk to you about something?" You asked him once you were lying on the grass on one of the wide gardens within the school grounds.

"Sure..." He asked, clueless of what you were about to ask.

"I know you always dissappear once a month, and you never answer my questions...And I-"

"Hey, it's nothing..."

"But it is, Rem! I know why you dissapear!"

You saw him turn pale. Ghostly pale, as you saw his soul leave his body. "Yo-you..."

"My uncle...He’s like you...A-and...My mom's told me a lot about you guys..." You said immediately as he looked at you with horror. "She's told me you're not as dangerous as everyone says..." You said.

"S-su-sure?"

"I'm not scared, if that's what worries you..." You purred, gently.

He stared into your eyes, as you could tell he was still scared. You moved closer to him and hugged him tightly as he immediately hugged you back.

"Re-really?"

"Rem, you're my friend. And you being a werewolf won't change that..." you said.

He cried. He didn't meant to cry, but he did. The entire school year he felt bad for lying to his friends and hiding something this big from them, specially when everyone else seemed to open up to one another and show their vulnerable sides. But if he showed that to them, it'd might scare them away.

The entire time you held him tightly. Soothing him, as you kept saying over and over again that you were there for him, and you were going to remain friends no matter what.

"I promise I won't tell anyone..." You whispered.

That day Remus knew, no matter what happened, he could trust you. That day Remus knew you two were friends, not only through the good times, and during school projects. You two were friends through thick and thin.

"I'll always be there for you too..." He replied in a soft voice.

"I know...Always us" You said.

By the end of the school year, his friends kept teasing him that you were his girlfriend. Since the both of you were always together, and you were always seemed to whisper secrets to one another. But Remus just rolled his eyes and dismiss them. He knew it was best to ignore them than trying to tell them otherwise.

You two went your separate ways for the summer, but kept exchanging letters back and forth through his owl.

You kept your promise, and the only person who knew thus far was your mother, as you'd told her before the promise you made to Remus. And of course, your mother asked about your friend.

Seeing his name on a weekly occurrence, she was curious about how close you were. And you told her everything. The promise, and how he was your best friend by this point. How he promised he'd be there for you just like you promised you'd be there for him.

"If something, you can always trust in the word of a Gryffindor. Specially when they're your friend..." Your mother replied with a kind smile. "Your uncle was a Gryffindor..."

She told you stories about your uncle, and details on how its the whole experience through the eyes of the werewolves themselves.

"It's easier for them when they've got company..."

"Don't they attacks others?"

"Not animals..." She said smiling as you easily put two and two together, knowing your mother was an animagus herself.

"Wait– You..."

"Yeah...as soon as I turned 17, I got registered and my permit to become one and I did. I did it to keep your uncle company during his shifts..." She said.

"Can I do that too?"

"When you turn 17. I'll help you through it, it's not exactly easy...Also the paperwork. All animagi must be registered..." She said brushing your hair gently.

You felt exceptionally good, knowing there was a way to help your friend. And with that, you decided to turn into an animagus to help make Remus's shift a lot easier. Although you'd had to wait.

[megthemewlingquim]

someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

    that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

    being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

    ‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

   yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

    the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

    dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

   so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

   no...

   no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

   that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

   however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

   you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest. 

    and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

   to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

   to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

   and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

   you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

   and that’s when it hits him.

   persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

   for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

   people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

   he pities you. you seem lonely.

   loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

   “hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

   your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

   “it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

   with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

   “what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

   “yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

   he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

   you shrug. “she loves me.”

   “and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

   he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

   “smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

   “we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

   “damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

   he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

   “you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

   “yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

   “my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

   his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

   and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

   “think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

   “i'm twenty—one.”

   “and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

   “so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

   it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

   “don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

   before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

   you say your name, your voice quiet.

   “much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

   “okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

   loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

[17caratssi]

Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four

Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub! It was so close AHHH! That was a bold move! I can't believe he didn't throw me off!!

You're over the moon for the rest of the day. You have been under the weather for some days, and your parents are worried about it. Seeing you like this, they feel at ease.

You begin to anticipate tomorrow. Will your relationship with Wonwoo turn for the better? This is what makes school exciting!

However, Wonwoo feigns ignorance whenever you try to have a conversation with him. It goes on for another two days, and he still has nothing to say to you.

Not to mention, Somi and Umji also avoid talking about him during the break. They never answer your questions regarding Wonwoo, and it put you into a dispiriting mood again.

In the aftermath, you lose concentration during the computer class. In fact, your head is full of him. Your two best friends give you hints about Wonwoo's matter, but they're just superficial.

My mind is a mess.

After the class, you block Wonwoo's seatmate's path and begin questioning- more like interrogating.

"Tell me, is there any problem Wonwoo is having these days?"

Kihyun averts from your scrutiny. He refuses to talk.

"Come on, tell me," you persuade him into confessing. As a seatmate, he must know a tiny bit about Wonwoo. "I won't tell him that it's you who said to me. Sounds good?"

"He's not stupid,"

That's very true. Hmm...

"I will bear the responsibility. Just spill it," you convince him. This time, you're sure you'll get to the matter.

Kihyun sighs.

"A few third-year students have been picking up fights with him. I think Wonwoo was triggered by something they said. By the way, I remind you of a thing,"

"You shouldn't be near to him. You know that he's a scholarship boy, right? There's an unspoken rule here in Sejong High..."

That's your wake-up call. No wonder Wonwoo calls you 'stuck-up rich kid', and now you realize that you might've looked down on him, unintentionally.

He was right. I'm a stuck-up rich kid with no shame.

Although Kihyun tells you all that, you're still on the surface. What has possibly put him off at that time? You want to know more.

As you walk to the cafeteria, Somi and Umji are busy talking about the former's boyfriend.

"My boyfriend's birthday is coming but I don't know what to give him," Somi sounds helpless as she snakes her arms around yours and Umji's.

You don't put your focus on her, so you don't reply.

Umji thinks for a while before sharing her idea. "Your boyfriend is rich enough to buy everything so what if you bake him something? That'd be rather special- at least for me,"

They never stop afterwards. It amuses you that the two has yet to have their topics exhausted. They keep going on!

After getting the snack, the three of you is about to return to class but is stopped by the crowd. They run toward the field.

"The new kid is fighting with a senior!"

"Damn, he's got gut!"

Somi and Umji simultaneously peek at your expression. "Wonwoo? Hey Y/N! Oh my god, don't tell me-"

"Wait for us, Y/N!"

Half of the first-year students watch the fray. Some are cheering for the guy senior, and you panic.

Your imagination runs wild. As much as you hate seeing a fight erupts, you hope Wonwoo isn't the one receiving the senior's blow!

Your small frame slips easily through the throng, and the situation shocks you.

Umji manages to catch you while Somi's being pulled away by her boyfriend. "We better go now!" she gives you a quick pull but you're not moving an inch. She frantically observes the situation and heaves a sigh at the sight of the security.

"WHAT ALL OF YOU DOING HERE?" The security runs faster to the crowd and breaks off the fight. Wonwoo huffs and puffs; showing his dissatisfaction toward the guy he had punched.

The senior has a gang; they help him up. Wonwoo is the one left unattended since he's alone. You watch him from the side and is on the horns of a dilemma.

You know it's no good if you go help Wonwoo now with all the attention directed to him.

Out of the blue, one of the seniors speaks up. "Apologize to Juwon and we'll act nothing happened just now," It's obvious he's intended to embarrass Wonwoo in front of many students.

He smirks when his words hit the target. Mutterings are loud in the air as the audiences express their opinions.

"Wonwoo, don't apologize!" you yell. Your voice was loud enough for the circle to pay heed to you. You cower as a response and Umji slaps your arm.

The senior snickers and voices out again."Boy, you better give in to him. His father is a person you couldn't afford to offend,"

Juwon slouches against his friend and finally says something at his friends. "If he doesn't want to admit defeat, we can take this matter to the teachers. Let's see if this parasite can win against me," he sneers.

The involved parties are eventually called to the office. You insist to accompany Wonwoo and he has nothing to say about it.

"I'm on your side, Wonwoo! Don't be scared of them. If anything happens, I'll protect you!" your fingers clench and you look up to Wonwoo who's quiet since the row had ended. Little did you know, he takes a quick glance right after you turn your head.

'Just what this meek creature can do...'

-

The time in the office feels tedious. Wonwoo hates the rich kids that are only good at blabbering and settle everything with their parent's standings.

"I won't call my parents just for this trivial matter but I have one condition,"

The teachers think the senior makes a great deal with Wonwoo, and since they don't want to be visited by the superior parents they push him to seize the offer.

You and Wonwoo leave the place as soon as they agreed with the deal. Wonwoo remains silent.

"They're so childish! That's more like punishment," you huff with your arms crossed. You can't believe the senior wants Wonwoo to be the ball boy for the basketball club.

"Why do you like to intervene?"

"Huh?" you stutter. This is the first time you get to hear his voice today.

"To be honest, I don't know,' you shrug. Your body and mind seem to be unallied when it comes to him. Even the latter warns you to not get entangled with other's business, the former just ignores and go with it.

"By the way, don't you think the senior is more stuck-up than me?" You ask excitedly as you lean to him and wait for his response. You want to change the impression he has about you.

Wonwoo takes in the view in front of him as he faces your question. Surprisingly, he feels less irritated by it.

He slows down his walking pace as he takes notice of yours. Wonwoo holds his hands at his back and fakes a thought.

After enjoying the hopefulness in your eyes, he gives the answer. "It seems like it," he says.

Due to the revelation from Wonwoo himself, you cover your mouth in excitement. Wonwoo watches as you turn tomato from his word and walks ahead.

In a hurry, you ask. "So you'll naturally sign up with the basketball club?" He raises his shoulder slightly and then nods.

Your heart soars louder and unintentionally, it echoes across the hallway. "Got it! I'm coming too!"

Since then, your life has revolved around Wonwoo. Occasionally, he would ask for personal spaces, and even though his changes are almost negligible, you don't mind.

Being around him the whole day is fun. You get to know his habits, his favourite food and drink, or basically all about him. Not, you do seem like an ordinary girl chasing after a guy.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, feels like he has a friend. He ghosts you daily, but your presence fills a spot next to him.

The two of you get accepted into the basketball club. Every Tuesday, Wonwoo will stay at school for two hours to be the ball boy. Not that everyone tries to be silent about it, but there's this girl who keeps waiting for the guy.

She's pretty, and her hair compliments her exquisite, doll-like features.

She never pays attention to other guys as if her eyes are glued to the ball boy. The green-eyed seniors want to embarrass Wonwoo even more because of that.

"Hey ball boy, the bottles are empty. Refill them!" the senior who took Wonwo's punches shouts. You quickly get up and help Wonwoo. "Let me help!"

Wonwoo lets you take 2 bottles as he carries the other 6. "Go home after we go back,"

"Why? I want to stay with you,"

Wonwoo has no idea whether you intended to flirt with him or casually announced that, but surely, he is flustered.

He regains composure and gives a response.

"What a dimwit," the seniors are gawking at you, and you overlook that?

He wishes he could deliver that very sentence, but he may sound jealous. Well, I'm not.

"I'm here to protect you, didn't I say that before? So, stop pushing me away cuz I won't leave you."

You don't realize that your attendance by Wonwoo's side just creates another problem for him. His workload increases by tenfold due to the green-eyed seniors.

Once the game is over, Wonwoo fulfils his duty and cleans the court. In the meantime, you listen to songs on the bench.

Wonwoo has done a lot of work and this is one nothing to him. He finishes just when everyone exits the place. He thinks that you might have returned home. You aren't there when he checks out the place you've been sitting at.

Only when he walks out the hall that he accidentally eavesdrops on the conversation between you and the seniors.

He could guess the topic and he looks at the corner. If he steps just a bit forward, they will see him. And he does that.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he then presents himself.

"Just say no if you don't want to be his girlfriend. Don't waste your time,"

Enlightened, you turn the senior down and run to Wonwoo. You complain at how bad his proposal was and Wonwoo chuckles.

"What do you do at the weekend?" as you wait for your chauffeur, you build a conversation with him.

Wonwoo isn't a person to be so friendly with someone. He thinks for a while as he contemplates to answer the question.

"Study in the library,"

Wonwoo is a smart student, and his answer doesn't come off as a surprise to you. "I've never been to a library before. I meant in this area but which one do you frequent?"

There are only two libraries in the area, and Wonwoo has only been to the small one since it's closer.

"Ooh, OK then." swiftly, you take a note of it. Just right after that, you see your family car drifts into the parking lot. "Oh! My car's here. I have to go now." you wave at him in a distance and shout. "Don't stay too long under the sunlight! Bye-bye!" then you disappear into the car.

When you arrive at the library on Saturday, you quickly scan the area for him. Lucky you the place is just up to your energy to find him.

You stride from one isle to another. It's probably the physics section when you find a familiar back.

"Hey," you whisper from the back. Wonwoo is so immersed in his reading and you bet he wouldn't have noticed you if you hadn't appeared before him after that call.

With a cheeky smile, you say. "Let's go out,"

He examines the surroundings and realizes that you come alone. "What are you doing here?" his volume is practically below scolding to avoid making a fuss in the quiet place.

"You ask too much! Come on," You jog to his side and help him pack his stuff.

"I only ask once, and I did not agree to you,"

Not bringing too many necessities, you wind up less than a minute. "Shh... Just come with me, will you?"

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request by: @actualrulerofdead : May I request a Peter Pevensie/non-binary reader romantic imagine? So with they/them pronouns? Love your writing!!!

warnings: an idiot who doesn't care about pronouns and is disrespectful.

 a/n: @actualrulerofdead thank you sooo much for your patience, kindness and also for answering my questions! i really can't thank you enough for your patience. i sincerely hope you like it! // and i put this very handsome gif of william here but if you want, you can imagine him younger.

• You started working in a cafe when you started college. That cafe was Peter’s favorite, he went there alone to study, with his friends or siblings.

 • The first time you saw each other, Peter was in the cafe with his siblings. They were all drinking coffee and talking, laughing. You entered to the cafe to begin your shift and Peter saw you. But you didn’t see him because you were a bit nervous for your new job.

 • You started working immediately but Peter was watching you, thinking that he was very subtle and unnoticed but Lucy’d already seen him.

 • Peter told his sibling he’d get a coffee but his coffee cup was half full. This was the moment when Lucy told Edmund and Susan that Peter was looking at you. Then they all started to watch Peter, they were having fun.

 • Peter approached you and casually wanted an espresso. Although you were super nervous you managed to give him the espresso perfectly. You expected him to leave after taking his coffee but he didn’t. ‘’Hi,’’ He said softly. ‘’Are you new here?’’ You answered him you chatted for a while about college, your job and coffee types. All he could think was you were amazing and he wanted to talk with you more.

 • Therefore he asked you if you could spend time together after your shift was offer. But you declined him, you weren't ready to let new people come into your life.

• You thought you got rid of him but no, you were really wrong.

• Peter liked you, you were easy to talk, got a very good sense of humour and kind. He saw how you treated other customers after him. He liked that kindness so much.

• He said okay to rejection and didn't insist, he took his coffee and went back to his siblings. Susan and Lucy were giggling and Edmund had a smirk on his face.

• After that day, Peter came to the cafe every single day. Some days, you wished he'd stop because he was very cute and handsome, a total distraction honestly. And as even the owner of the cafe knew him, he was very welcomed in the cafe.

• He didn't force you to anything tough. He had casual chats with you, didn't try to flirt with you. Yes, he liked you but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or nervous.

• But Peter knew how to be a tease. He was so handsome and so gentle. He knew how to play the game, get your attention. You really wanted to meet him properly but you were scared.

• One day, after taking his espresso, he thanked and winked at you. “Okay,” You thought. “That's it. Why am I holding back? What can I lose if I just let him into my life?”

• “Does your offer still stand?” You asked suddenly. He smiled and his face started to shine. “Yes,” He replied. “It always does.” You nodded. “Then I accept it.” He thanked you and you were really surprised. Why and how was he so kind?

• After your shift is over, Peter was waiting for you outside. “Hi,” He said, smiling. “Thank you for accepting to spend time with me.”

• “Thank you for wanting to spend time with me.” You replied as you both smiled. Then you started to walk aimlessly. You walked in the street, close to each other, just talking. Peter sometimes pointed to a park saying “This is where I used to play.” or a patisserie saying “They have the best cupcakes ever.”

• Honestly, you hated him because he was so cute and irresistable.

• Honestly, he liked you because you were so smart and cheerful.

• You felt so good with him. It was like you'd known each other for so long. The conversations you had were so smooth. He was an easy person to talk, share your opinions with.

• As you had to study, you said you should go. He asked if he could take you to your dorm but you said no because it wasn't that much far and you needed to be alone to think.

• Peter kept visiting you at the cafe. He was flirty this time. He always thanked and winked at you when you were giving him his coffee, he always complimented you about anything, like “Your necklace is pretty. That shirt looks so good on you. You look very awesome today. Wow, you are brilliant, really.”

• After sometime, you realized you liked him but you decided it would be better if you didn't do anything about it. But Peter noticed something was different, for example the way you smiled or looked at him. Your eyes and your smiles were welcoming, so warm.

• And he made his move and asked you out because he just wanted to be with you and didn't want to wait longer.

• He took you ice-skating for your first date. He helped you skate but neither of you were that successful so all you did was just laughing. Then he bought you hot chocolate and you walked in a park. The weather was cold a bit but it felt good. He told you about his siblings, his college life, his childhood, his dreams. You talked about same topics too. But there was only one thing you didn't tell him but you didn't feel ready yet.

• Weeks later, he said Lucy was coming to cafe to meet you. Well, you thought it could be a great time to inform him about your pronouns. So you told him that you prefer they/them pronouns and would like to be called “partner” instead of boyfriend/girlfriend.

• You were scared of his reaction because your former partner kept using the other pronouns and didn't even respect your identity.

• But Peter was... Just Peter. He softly said “Okay. If I'd used wrong pronouns before, I'm so sorry.”

��� You really hated that guy sometimes. He was just perfect and you were afraid of falling love with him (I mean, if you already hadn't).

• When Lucy came, he introduced you as his partner and informed Lucy about your pronouns. Lucy liked you so much and you liked her too.

• After informing him about your pronouns, Peter was very protective of your pronouns. All of his siblings learnt your preference. Whenever someone used a wrong pronoun, he corrected them. And when someone was disrespectful, he'd get angry and protective. He was about to get into fight a few times, if you hadn't stopped him.

• He didn't have the courage to say it loud or to you but he liked you so much that all he wanted to was to make you happy. According to him, you were such an amazing person and deserved all the happiness in the world.

• And he made his best to make you happy. He was really successful. He always kissed your hands, your cheeks, hugged you and kissed your hair every time after your shift was over, he took you to your dorm, helped you study, he'd bring the books that he thought might help you, he loved giving you his jacket. You'd never felt loved like that before.

• One day, you decided to come out. He was so loving, gentle, caring and his reaction to your pronouns made you feel safe. You trusted him and you wanted him to know.

• After college, you said you two needed to talk and he immediately asked “Are you alright? Is there anything wrong?” You said everything was alright but there was something you needed to tell him. You went to a park and sit on a bench.

• You were nervous, to be honest, but he took your hands, kissed them and told that you could tell him anything, he'd always support you.

• Then you came out. You spoke too fast because of the stress. He smiled gently and repeated everything slowly. “Am I not mistaken, right? Do I understand correctly?” He did his best to understand your feelings.

• “And?” You asked. “What do you think?”

• “It's not about what I think.” He replied. “As long as you want me by your side, I'll always be there for you.”

• Of course you wanted him on your side. “Then,” He said, kissing you, “I'm here for you.”

• Peter was truly amazing. He educated himself, always made you feel good about yourself, he was even more clingy, he never stopped showing his love physically and verbally.

• “I have to work, let me go.” He held you tighter. “There's no way I'm letting you go.” “I'll be fired because of you!” “Okay, I'll let you go only if you give me a kiss.” How could you reject him?

• Everything was truly amazing. Peter and you, your college and work life. Until one day, some jerk in your class used a wrong pronoun and when you corrected him kindly, he said your voice sounded female and he wouldn't correct himself.

• You were really upset and angry but you didn't want to show it to Peter, knowing how protective he was. But the moment he saw you, he knew something was wrong. He asked you, however you didn't respond. Then he said he'd wait until you want to tell him.

• He did what he said. But at the same time he bought you your favorite dessert and a cup of tea. He waited siletly and patiently but made sure you were safe and warm. He gave you a blanket, brought your earphones in case you wanted to listen music, kissed your forehead.

• After some time, you felt ready and gained strenght to talk about that person.

• Oh, he was mad. He was truly mad. You'd never seen him that angry before. He looked as if he could kill that guy at the moment. But then he pulled himself together and gave all of his attention to you.

• He took you his arms. “I love your voice. I love it when you speak and share your brilliant ideas with me. I love it when you make a joke, share a memory with me, tell me about the last movie you watched, your opinion on someone's new album, the last thing you learned in the class. I love your voice so much and I know my life would be awful if I didn't hear it. Some people choose to be idiots and I know nothing will change if told you not to mind them, but I'm here for you and your voice brings joy to my life, okay?” He kissed you. “I love everything about you, so so much.”

• And you two lay down there, he hold you tight and turned on TV to watch your favorite show. In a short time, you found yourself laughing, speaking, giggling.

• The next day, before your class began, that disrecpectful guy apologized to you.

• After your classes was over you went to the cafe and Peter was waiting there for you. You told him what happened but he didn't seem surprised. “Does this have anything to do with you?” You asked suspiciously.

• “I have no idea what you are talking about, darling.” He replied but he was smiling.

• He took you into his arms while you were smiling and saying “I'm so lucky.”

• He kissed you. “But I am the luckiest.”

hello there! i hope everyone is fine. oooh i'm really excited to share this with you. please tell me what you think. i hope you like it!

here is my masterlist.

i do not own the gif.

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Bam! Im gonna hit you with more various Honoka hcs.

⁃ So when Noka was a baby, neither her dad or Shirou knew what the hell to do with her wings.

⁃ Her first word was "Siro" which was exposed to be "Shirou"

⁃ She would fly around and their dad would make Shirou chase her down.

⁃ When Shirou and Noka were taken in by their uncle, he just slept and let her do whatever.

⁃ Their uncle, also known as Eraserhead, was a very kind guardian

⁃ He went to each of Shirou's ballet concerts, and did Noka's hair for picture day

⁃ If you looked through his search history it would be filled with "how to do a braid for beginners"

⁃ Aizawa bought Noka various art supplies and bought Shirou new shoes whenever they needed them

⁃ Didnt want them to become heroes

⁃ Cause he didnt want to see the two children he practically raised to be hurt

⁃ But because of their ties to All for One, the government forced both of them to become heros to "prove" that they had severed their bonds with All for One

⁃ Shirou's dream was to become a professional dancer and Noka's was to become a professional artist

⁃ And Aizawa was not happy that the two lights in his life were torn from their dreams

⁃ And so Shirou got accepted into the hero program, in class 1-A

⁃ He chose the hero name Shifter

⁃ Cause he could shift into any organic form

⁃ When he got 3rd place at the sports festival, Noka ran around her uncle's apartment screaming with joy

⁃ Noka is literally his biggest fan

⁃ Noka's first friend was a small purple haired boy name Hitoshi Shinsou

⁃ So naturally, she called him Toshi

⁃ And she refused to call him anything else all throughout middle and high school

⁃ Shinsou and Noka have sleepovers all the time and you can't tell me otherwise

⁃ When people would tell Shinsou that his quirk was villainous, Noka would always speak up cause she knew Shinsou wouldnt contradict them

⁃ Noka is always like that

⁃ Speaking up for others and herself. And her smart mouth tends to get her in trouble

⁃ Shinsou would fuss over Noka's wings. Like if they were dirty or a few feathers were out of place, Shinsou would sit her down and fix her wings.

⁃ "Toshi, your inner mom is showing"

⁃ "Its not my fault you cant take proper care of your wings"

⁃ When she told Shinsou about her acceptance into U.A's med course, he couldn't have been prouder

⁃ Noka is actually the one who encouraged Shinsou to train with her uncle.

⁃ But before that lets talk about Noka's time at U.A. so far

⁃ She was first introduced to class 1-A during the first combat training

⁃ Healed everyone who got very minor injuries

⁃ At the USJ attack, Shigiraki deteriorated part of Noka's hip. But her extremely enhanced natural healing abilities stopped the deterioration

⁃ So she has this big ass scar on the back side of her left hip

⁃ She wanted to absolutely murder Shigiraki for letting the Nomu loose on her uncle

⁃ But she doesnt have any damaging fire power

⁃ So she just tried to heal her uncle's wounds the best she could

⁃ Nearly gets herself killed many times with her smart assery

⁃ And gives everyone around her a heart attack in the process

⁃ During the sports festival, she helped RG heal all the students

⁃ Reprimanded Deku for overusing OfA

⁃ Oh yeah, she learned about AfO and OfA from her time with All for One

⁃ Is kind of like to Deku like Recovery Girl is to All Might

⁃ So fast foward to the internships

⁃ She interns with another oc of mine, Snow

⁃ Who is a healer but with incredible attack powers

⁃ Coincidentally, Noka was patrolling Hosu when the nomus hit

⁃ She recieved Deku's distress signal and ran to the scene

⁃ She didnt attack the hero killer, but ran to help Native and made sure he didnt bleed out

⁃ The hero killer didnt bat a single eye at her, deeming her not a threat

⁃ In the end, she didnt harm Stain so her hero guardian? didnt have to take any blame for her actions

⁃ Noka however did get nearly ripped in half by a nomu, so she had to stay in the hospital with Todo and Deku

⁃ So— Summer training arc

⁃ She just looked at her class and said "fuck this" and flew over the whole forest

⁃ She actually beat the wild wild pussycats back to the camp

⁃ She got to know Kota, telling him how she never wanted to become a hero

⁃ Kota may or may not have developed a kiddie crush on her 😳

⁃ But anyways, when everyone else saw her all nice and refreshed, needless to say they were upset

⁃ Some more than others

⁃ *remembers Bakugou nearly blowing off Noka's face because she cheated*

⁃ Aizawa just smirking at his niece cause shes so much like her mother

⁃ "DAMMIT TAKAHASHI. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE YOU CHEATER"

⁃ "They said to use our quirks. Its not my fault your quirk is too grounded"

⁃ "WHAT— YOU WANNA FIGHT—"

⁃ "No I wanna eat, goodbye—"

⁃ Focuses on her attack and the healing capabilities of her quirk

⁃ Let me set the scene

⁃ At the beginning of UA, our Noka could barely heal up a small cut

⁃ But now, she can close up major wound with little to no effort

⁃ P r o g r e s s people

⁃ N e ways

⁃ So when they do the haunted quirk thingy

⁃ Hairi and Noka are paired up, to their delight

⁃ But they aren't able to go into the forest before the attack happens

⁃ Apparently, the league came for Bakugou and Noka

⁃ Cause the "master" wanted his first nomu to return to him

⁃ But all Deku knew was "they are after Kacchan and the master's first Nomu"

⁃ Nobody knew who the first nomu was except for Noka

⁃ See, AfO took and gave Noka various quirks, eventually ending up with her current quirk(s)

⁃ Eventually, Noka is cornered by Dabi

⁃ His fire power vastly out matches hers

⁃ But she puts up one hell of a fight

⁃ And Kurogiri took her before she woke up and fought back even more

⁃ So everyone was panicking when they couldnt find Noka

⁃ Aizawa was panicking them most

⁃ His precious niece was missing, no, taken by the league

⁃ The students had never seen their teacher so frazzled

⁃ The thing that broke Aizawa more was the look on Shirou's face when he told him that his baby sister was missing

⁃ His precious baby sister

⁃ His whole world

⁃ Shirou didnt go out of his room for days

⁃ He was there when they were to save Bakugou and Noka

⁃ All Might fought AfO, and won

⁃ But there was no sign of Noka

⁃ Shirou nearly tackled Bakugou, demanding, no, more like pleading for him to tell him where she was

⁃ Bakugou merely said "She's gone, and I dont know where she went"

⁃ The whole class was in a panic

⁃ Where was Noka? Was she hurt? Was she scared? Was she in danger?

⁃ And the question that hung on everyone's mind the most was

⁃ Is she alive?

⁃ The emptiness of Noka's desk was deafening

⁃ Their smart ass classmate was nowhere to be found

⁃ And they all felt guilty

⁃ But none more than Bakugou

⁃ For he was the last to see her alive so to speak

⁃ And her last words to him were "Forget about me ya big oaf, you hear me? I don't want you sulking, or I'll personally beat your ass."

⁃ Forget about her? How could he do that?

⁃ Noka was the only person who didn't put up with his bullshit

⁃ From day one she put him in his place

⁃ And honestly shes the closest thing to a sister he has

⁃ During the hero license exam, all of class 1-A decided that Noka would be really upset if they all sulked and failed their exams

⁃ But the fact that only Todoroki and Bakugou failed would make her fall into hysterics

⁃ When class 1-A met the big three, Mirio told them that Noka was strong and stubborn to a fault, so they shouldnt worry about things that arent in their control

⁃ To which they asked how he knew her

⁃ Apparently Shirou, Amajiki, and Mirio have all been friends since elementary school

⁃ So Amajiki and Mirio had been there a lot for many crucial parts of Noka's childhood

⁃ When the work studies started, Deku went on patrol with Mirio and Shirou, AKA Lemillion and Shifter

⁃ Shirou couldnt help but feel so much guilt crushing him when Eri jumped out of Deku's arms

⁃ Cause Eri reminded him of his little sister

⁃ Speaking of little sister

⁃ For the last 2 months, Noka had been experimented on by Kai Chisaki

⁃ In the mean time trying to protect Eri and building a loving friendship with the young girl

⁃ But ive alreadly talked about this part

⁃ So skipping to when they save her

⁃ It was a total shock for them

⁃ To see this wingless, pale, frail, bandage wrapped girl

⁃ And even more so when she spoke

⁃ Not having that bite that their Noka had

⁃ But a softer, more broken voice replaced her normally boisterous and confident voice

⁃ In the big battle agains Chisaki, Noka got slammed against a wall

⁃ Which in normal circumstances would be fine, but with her body in such a week state it immediately cracked her ribs and spine

⁃ Ochako helped get her friend to the ambulance as quick as she could

⁃ Shirou saw a fluff of pale pink hair out of the corner of his eye

⁃ He immediately turned to run towards the medical stretcher, but was stopped

⁃ He kicked and screamed something along the lines of "THATS MY BABY SISTER. PLEASE LET ME SEE HER"

⁃ In the most broken voice you would ever hear

⁃ In the hospital, after Sir. Nighteye had passed, Deku, Kirishima, Amajiki, Shirou, Ochako, Tsu and Aizawa were all waiting anxiously for Noka's surgery

⁃ When all of a sudden the door explodes open and the nurses and doctors are shoved out by an invisible force of heat

⁃ Noka was using her ability to set herself aflame and be healed in the ashes

⁃ But no one knew wtf was going on cause she learned the trick at the Hassaiki hideout

⁃ So p a n i k

⁃ But after the doctors confirmed her stablility, they all went back to school

⁃ The whole class bursted into tears when they told them about Noka

⁃ Jirou, Kaminari, Momo and Mina all being the most emotionally impacted

⁃ Bakugou was almost crying witb relief but he disnt show jt

⁃ They weren't allowed to see Noka for a whole month

⁃ Only family were allowed

⁃ She was hard at work recovering and going through therapy and they didnt want to disturb her

⁃ But when they (Kirishima, Deku, Ochako, and Tsu) did visit, they were shocked

⁃ There was this soft spoken, trembling, woman, and this was after a month of intense therapy

⁃ They hadnt event started physcial therapy yet, they wanted to get her tk the point she could be around others without going into a panic mode

⁃ Thus she needs the wheelchair

I have a bunch more random hcs but this is so long anyways. Im so sorry >_<

~Blurb~

It’s fine anon but seriously you gotta start posting!

[another-sonic-blog]

The Dark Prince: Chapter Eight: Thank You

"That's what he said." Amy was in between Rouge and Creams' hospital beds. They were listening quietly to her story and after accepting her apology for not being there with them, then began to chat about what had happened a two days ago. Cream and Rouge had no hard feelings towards Amy for not remembering about them, they understood that the circumstances she was in made it difficult for her to think about anybody else.

"I think Shadow is confused...I don't think he feels that type of love towards me." Rouge said. She was more than ready to get out of her bed but a certain red echidna had insisted for her to stay a few days for a checkup.

"He does have a point tho...he was ready to sacrifice everything for you," Amy added, a bit of discomfort could be heard from her voice. Rouge turned her body towards the pink hedgehog so she could see her clearly.

"Exactly...but he didn't...even if he wanted to do it, his heart didn't allow him to...he didn't betray you because his love for you was so strong that his body didn't permit him to do it..." Rouge smiled at Amy and she smiled at her sightly.

Seeing that it wasn't enough, Rouge look at Cream for support.

"You know miss Amy..." Cream cleared her voice, gaining the attention of the pink one. " I am actually not supposed to say anything but..." Cream gave it a thought. She promised Shadow that she wasn't going to talk about the time that he had confessed his love to Amy to her. She thought of a better story.

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.

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"Hi there Mr. Shadow!"

Shadow just wanted to walk around the city to get familiar with it. After all, he had just been working for G.U.N a couple of months and still didn't know his way around. Working for G.U.N wasn't all that great, but he had to admit that the payment was good enough for him to leave the comfort of his own house. But it seems like his small strip needed to wait for now.

"Greetings." He simply said. He watched the small rabbit struggle with her groceries bags. Yes, it seemed like today he was going to spend it helping the little girl.

And without knowing, he was carrying all the bags of Cream, walking to...Chaos knows where.

"Did you know that Ms. Amy is opening her own Cafe tomorrow? You should stop by!" Cream said smiling.

"I hate coffee," Shadow said the truth.

Shadow didn't complain at all, he just walked and walked following her until they reached a very pink house.

Cream knocked on the door and that's when Shadow knew that that place wasn't hers.

The door opened slowly as if it was a scary movie. Cream and Shadow entered slowly and with Shadow's good hearing, he could tell someone was crying from the other room. He didn't say anything, waiting for Cream to noticed.

"Um, Mr.Shadow, I think I'll go attend Ms. Amy...you may leave the groceries in the kitchen." Shadow nodded and was on his way but Cream stopped him quickly as she remembered something. "Oh, before I forget! Here is something Tails made for me for whenever I get a lost...in exchange for helping me today"

Cream placed a black bracelet with a small screen on it on Shadow's wrist. He looked at it strangely.

"This will prevent you from getting lost. It tells you where you want to go, any time!" Cream said excitedly.

"So, its a compass"

"No, well, not exactly. See the small screen on it? Arrows will point the way of where you want to go the most...look...uh?" Cream looked into the bracelet's screen and the arrows showed like crazy. Up, down, left, right, east, west, it was going crazy.

"Oh, maybe it's not working properly. Don't worry, I'll make sure Tails fixes it for the next time I see you!"

Cream smiled. "Thank you again, Shadow, you may leave if you want now."

Cream then disappeared into the room next to the kitchen. Shadow placed the groceries bags on the kitchen's counter as he kept looking to the bracelet Cream had given him.

He stepped out of the house and was ready to continue his day, but once again, his good hearing had different plans for him.

"Please, Amy...You don't need him. What if you look for someone else...maybe Shadow?"

Shadow knew that it wasn't right for him to keep hearing the conversation, but hearing his name on the conversation made him curious enough. He walked slowly towards the window of what seemed Amy's room and listen.

"Do you really think someone like Shadow would ever notice me? He would never look my way just like Sonic." Amy said between whimpering.

"Difference is, that you actually might like Shadow." Cream said and Shadow's eyes widen in surprise.

"Me? Like him?", Amy questioned.

"Weren't you the one who worked day and night and almost overworked yourself to death so you could give Shadow a ticket to see his favorite rock band?"

"It was his birthday, and nobody remembered..."

Shadow gave it a thought for a second. Now that he remembers, last year, he found on his mailbox a card with a ticket to see his favorite rock band. However, the card had no name on it. Nothing that could say that it was from Amy.

"Also, a few years ago, when Shadow had to go with Sonic to fight Infinite.... weren't you the one who stayed by his side all that time he was in the hospital after he was badly injured?, Cream wanted for Amy to enter on reason.

Yes, looking back at it, that mission he went with Sonic some time ago was one of his hardest one so far. He really doesn't remember much. He was in a coma for two weeks. He does remember that after waking up the first thing he saw was his hospital room completely fill with all kinds of flowers.

Who would have thought that those flowers were from that pink one.

"And lastly, weren't you the one who told Rouge to give Shadow a place on her team so he could work for G.U.N?"

"Yes," Amy said in a quiet voice.

"Do I really have to name every single thing you have done for Shadow for you to realize that you have feelings for him?"

"Even if I have feelings for him...I could never tell him...He is just too...too good. He deserves someone smart and...beautiful. Not...not this." Amy looked at herself in the mirror with a disgusting look. Cream felt sad by the way her friend was expressing about herself.

On these circumstances, Cream knew better than nobody that Amy would never agree with her. It was an internal battle that only she could battle.

"Anyways, you should be happy. Tomorrow is the grand opening of your cafe! I am sure a lot of people would go!" Cream tried to change the topic to a better one.

"I doubt it...I spent all my money to open the Cafe. I could barely make any advertisement."

"Then, say no more! I'll go right now and make print some papers!"

Shadow was still in shock that Amy had gone to such lengths to do all that...for him. No one had ever been so kind to him.

Never like this.

"Oh, Mr. Shadow? You are still here?", Shadow turned around to find Cream look at him in surprise. He was so entranced on his own thoughts that he hadn't heard Cream come out of Amy's house.

"I, um...I was on-" Shadow cursed to himself trying to find any excuse.

"Oh! Wow! Your bracelet stopped going crazy."

"What? Oh, yes it has-"

Seems like today was full of surprises. The bracelet screen had an arrow pointing to Amy's room.  Shadow made turns, walked front and back around himself; just for the arrow to always bring him back to Amy's room.

He had a place to go before...but now, he has. Now, there was a place he wanted to go to.

Shadow didn't know why, but it warmed his heart. A heart he thought he didn't have until that pink hedgehog...no wait. Amy...until Amy made him realize he had one. One that was made just for her.

To give it to her.

"Oh, I have to go! I need to go print some papers, sorry Mr.Shadow!" Cream walked past him but Shadow stopped her mid-way as he spoke to her.

"You do your best...I'll go and check on my bank account," Shadow said.

"Bank account?" Cream questioned him.

"Yes...I need to buy a lot of coffee tomorrow."

"I thought you hated coffee."

"No...Not anymore."

.

.

.

There were no signs of Shadow.

It had been a few days since Cream had told her story to Amy.

And she felt horrible that there was nothing she could do. She had looked for him everywhere, all around the city but nothing, no signs of him.

Not only that, but Sonic had come by to tell her that they need him in a nearby village and that he would talk to her when he came back.

She wanted to clear things with him...and herself.

She was on her bed, looking out the window, ready to call it a night. She closed her eyes but she immediately opened them, and with her pajamas on, she came out of her house and began to run.

She runs and runs, she never stopped until she finally reached the beach. The waves crashing and the wind stroking her hair.

A beautiful night indeed, the stars, the moon and the peaceful sound of the sea.

and him.

There he was. Standing upright, confidence on his eyes, arms crossed and his stance elegant as always.

A true prince indeed.

Amy left her thoughts quickly and walked towards the dark hedgehog.

"You always like the sea," Amy said as Shadow turned around to face her, unamused. "Whenever you felt anxious...you would come to the sea..."

"You are right...and I-"

"And you are an idiot!"

Alright, Shadow didn't think it was going to start up this way.

"What?"

"You disappear for days without saying anything and you worry me for days just for me to find you here and-"

"I' am going to leave the city," Shadow said bluntly.

"What?"

"I am leaving the continent actually...there's this kingdom on the south... the people need me to help overthrown their king...this might take some time." Shadow faced Amy and he couldn't dare to look at her in the eyes.

"So, this is it?" Amy's voice wanted to crack but she didn't want to show any emotion.

"Yes...it seems like it. There's no more G.U.N...I need to look for work somewhere else."

"Well...I need an extra worker at my Cafe. and-"

Shadow couldn't take it anymore. He hugged Amy knowing that this might be the last time he might see her for a very long time.

"I may not be able to work for you but I promise I am going to work on myself. I'll work to be better...to be worthy of loving you again..."

"Shadow..."

Amy finally let out the tears and let herself cry on his shoulder. She knew that she was going to miss his warmth.

There was no more to say. They perfectly knew what the other felt, the strong mutual feelings that were share. They looked into each other's eyes and caressed their quills delicately as if they were afraid to hurt each other. They both held their bodies in a warm hug, fully appreciating how incredibly happy they were for each other existence.

Shadow's face brightens up and whispered that three-word sentence she was waiting for him to say for so long:

"Amy, thank you."

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The Dark Prince: Chapter Nine: A Confession

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The Dark Prince:  Chapter Seven: The Untold Truth

[aintnouseofpretending]

But My Love, This Cannot Be pt. 1

Mr M (Brian May) x Tomboy!Reader x Mr R (Roger Taylor) Time Travelling reader AU imagine

>>The continuation of Many Years Away. I strongly encourage new readers to read the previous Imagine and fully immerse yourself first before continuing because the story is escalating. Also, yes, this is a two-parter as I got too carried away explaining some details ._.

Tagging peeps that want the continuation~; @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark @tini-monster

ENJOY!

Small recap; you’re a college student from twenty thirty-nine. Worked in a guitar store and as a session musician in a big recording studio near your flat. You have an odd dream of being in nineteen seventy-three and becomes May and Deacon’s best friend, which are your guitar heroes from the legendary rock band, Queen. But when you wake up, you actually have to work with Brian May. After showing your guitar and bass skills to him, he says; “Perfect. Sounds just like yesterday…”

Your days were never been more perfect than today. “Thank you, sir. You’re a very big influence on my entire career.”

“Just call me, May. We’re going to work together again anyway.”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I respect you too much to just call you like an old friend, sir.” You say, purposely ignoring the last bit of his sentence. Although you have some suspicion,

“But we are.”

“Whatever do you mean—?”

“Were you not to told me you’re from twenty thirty-nine, how would I be here? Specifically picking you? Let alone wrote ‘39? You even play, dress, and worked as a session musician, exactly like that day. It’s already impossible to forget, now it feels like we’re still in that awful studio, taping, the way you cannot seems to stop calling it. Annoyed Rog so much he throws his sticks at you. How many times was it?”

“… May?”

“You’ve missed many of our plays. John misses you, y/n. And so am I. Much more than you can imagine.”

Both of you catching up right after you got the chance to talk in private. At first, May cannot stop telling you how much he missed you, how much he cannot believe when the producer recommended you as a backup, the fact that you are indeed a time traveller. He’s trying his best to fulfil your last wish before you disintegrated; to be happy and live his life. “And to always remember you,”

You still don’t believe it, neither did he. But what for you was in a blink of an eye, for him it was almost sixty-five years. Whilst you wonder why are you time travelling, do the others know? How is Deacon? You can’t help but notice that May has been fidgeting, and when you mentioned Deacon or Taylor or Mercury, he looks a bit displeased, but he answered anyway,

“To stop the questions on your whereabouts, I simply told them that you might be too caught up in family issues and cannot come back.” At first, they’re looking for you whenever they got the time; especially Deacon, to the point that it depresses him greatly. Deacon doesn’t know you’re actually no longer existed, but May does, and it destroys him daily. Eventually, they accepted that they’re forever lost contact with you,

But things still don’t add up. How do you do that? To time travel? “You should know better than I do, May. You’re an actual scientist. Even in sixty-five years, it shouldn’t be possible to time travel yet, undoubtedly?” You wondered after both of you finally get the chance to talk again post-recording. “That’s a good question,”

He promises that the two of you will meet again to discuss it, for, unfortunately, his schedule was full this month. He said that he has dinner with his family, a birthday party; much it is to break your heart alone that you remember, he has a wife, kids, and grandkids. “Understood. Be careful on your way home, May. I will be right here,”

You pondered; do May still see you the same way? Surely he has moved on from your departure. And just thinking about that fact makes you a bit sad, how you stuck in time all by your lonesome. Why does that have to happen to you? What is actually going on? What did you do? … It was the cassette. You remembered you are listening to it before you're asleep last week, and then woke up in nineteen seventy-three. That cassette also the reason why you're back here. You’re uncertain whether you should listen to it again, but you made sure to tell May about it,

You’re still not unsure how listening to the cassette could make you travel back and forth in time. You go back to the music store from where you bought it. The clerk says that a man sold it there for a cheap price and later on the same day you buy it. The clerk—an acquaintance of yours, only knows that the man is middle-aged and since haven’t been seen. He can’t remember how the man looks, his memories are weirdly blurred when that happens. “Maybe I was hungover still. Don't tell my manager,”

After recording the next month, May inspects the cassette. He remembered that cassette, it’s Queen’s debut album after all, and one of the first few copies. He’s still quite happy when you come to him and ask him to be the first one to sign your copy. Although you never told him that Taylor was actually the one received the honour, but the bastard returns it to the sender with a note; only going sign it after you introduce him to this pretty bombshell that works in the same music store with you—the gal that already has a girlfriend. He ended up signing it from the peer-pressure given by his bandmates six months later,

“The process was unbelievably slow and painful. The hallucination becomes very vivid to the point that I might’ve been just in two different worlds at once, but stuck in the middle,” you explained. “I’m afraid I will be time travelling again if I listened to it.” “It looks like a normal cassette,” May noted, “although I haven’t seen that many cassettes for a long time. Highly probable that there’s difference cannot be seen with naked eyes,”

“Perhaps I should try and listen to it?” You suggested, “you can see how it works on me.” At first, he’s pretty much against it due to safety. But you reason that the process most likely won't escalate if you didn't tell him about it, someone that's correlated directly with the cassette You wish to gain as many information as possible to help the research later. Also to further prove that you are indeed could time travel. “My first priority will be getting this cassette to travel back here. Make it as short of a trip as possible,”

“Is that all?” He asks, but you only shrug. “Yes. I shan’t try to change things. Instead, I'll collect photographs, tapes, and some other legit proves about my existence in that year that you—or someone—could keep until exactly today. Look for more clues and blends in. Maybe there's more to this cassette when I first bought it in the seventies.” “Why?” “Because we should stop and hide this time travelling business that could potentially harm many people,"

“No. Why don’t you want to change things?”

“Why, May, I don’t belong in seven-thirties, I belong today. Before this trainwreck happens, my life is just a store clerk and a musician and a college student. Idolizing and to be like you. But you shouldn’t know about me at all; we’ve never met.”

“Yes, that’s how it is, before. But now that you have the power to change the history, why don’t you change it?”

“Why should I? What if that’s the cause in the first place? That someone has done it before and sold the cassette to forget about it, and now it happens to me? Besides, I am content with what I am today.”

“Surely?” He pleaded. That’s when you realised what he meant. There might be a huge doubt in your heart, but you have made up your mind. You know there’s no use to lie in front of the smart May, still, you did, and explained that you have no right to change things, whatever causes you to have such power. He respects your decision in the end. “What matters right now is finding how this works. We can stress about that later.” You closed the discussion,

Back to the cassette, you bought your priced vintage portable cassette player. You put on the headphone, waiting for May as he prepares the papers and pen, and making sure the camera is recording; so he can see and deduce how it works based on your reactions later. Unfortunately, by the time the music start, you passed out in an instant. When you are awake, however, you feel incredibly dizzy,

You don't remember what you've been dreaming, but it's something very real… Of someone. You promised someone that you'll buy… Something to go back? To buy them something? It's about music—perhaps a record? A cassette… It was a cassette! But for whom? And what cassette? You promised someone that you'll buy them a cassette—oh! Now you remember! You're supposed to bring your demo cassette to the new recording studio so that you can be a permanent session musician with Jordan!

You saw the clock on the wall and realised you're awfully late already! You quickly change your clothes and ran to the new recording studio. You're in so much hurry that you flung yourself out of the way of someone that's coming in your direction; nearly breaks your cassettes but magnificently hurt your own arse in the process—at least you didn't hurt whomever passerby you almost shouldered out the Earth,

“I'm so sorry! I didn't see there was someone around the corner!” A man profusely apologizing as he reached down and help gather your belongings. “Not to worry! I will be the one beaten by my boss! Have a good day, sir!” You told him whilst you put everything as fast as you can in your arm, although you can't help but notice that the man is a bit striking with his kinky brunette hair and a tall, skinny body. A familiar sight, you have to say, though you have no time to confirm it and simply continue running past his blonde girlfriend,

No matter whether the band wasn't ever here yet or to witness his glorious cracking voice, the producer took the liberty to be as loud and as merciless as he could when he yelled at you. He even pointed at your cracked cassette as you, apparently, left the good copy by the road; a disgraceful sign of the shit he and Jukebox—the band—has to listen to today. “You're lucky Jordan recommended you, or I might fire you on the spot,”

You try your best to hide the smug smile you had when Jukebox is visibly impressed by your skills, completely ignored the producer biased opinions. Despite witnessing your win, you're not ringed on the day where Jukebox supposedly taping. “Yeah. But you don't have to come. In the end, I didn’t do anything.” Jordan answered after you ask if he was ringed. That's odd. Not being ringed today… Weirdly doesn't feel right. As if you're supposed to get ringed in as a backup even though you're not doing anything. You later simply shrug it off, thinking maybe you're still quite upset the producer is so against you,

But it doesn't end there; once you did get ringed, you feel that odd tug again in the bottom of your heart. Relieved as though this indeed supposed to happen, that things are going back on track. When you've arrived, however, new curious thing hits you like a truck and tops every gut feelings you've felt these past weeks—you saw that tall man with the kinky hair again, in the studio, with his blonde girlfriend… Wait, the blue-eyed gal is a man! He's the drummer,

“They're the new band that had been using the studio past the taping schedule,” Jordan explained. “Name is Queen.” That's it! When you heard that name, you don't know why you instantly recognize them; vocalist Freddie Mercury, bassist John Deacon, drummer Roger Taylor, and… Guitarist Brian May. “You might've heard of them when we're out hanging in the clubs.” Oh, alright. Now that makes sense, but still, that fact doesn't satisfy you, there's supposed to be more to it, but again, you didn't bother…

In your mind you thought; “Alright, what the fuck is going on? Why did I have been feeling endless déjà vu since this morning?”. That reaction immediately sparked after you play both your guitar and bass since Dorian—Jukebox’s guitarist—broken his fingers from partying too hard, and the fact that Loui—the vocalist, told you to just straight up play the bass as well since you’re obviously skilled enough. And then come May and Taylor forward; they practically approach you straight up to comment on your skills after Jukebox taping is over,

That feeling like things doesn’t go right now is much clearer for you to identify; the fact that you expect May and another Queen member to came to you, but Taylor isn’t supposed to be the other one. Or that Taylor is the one that gives comment and praises your skills instead of May. Rather, May only apologizes about the previous incident and mostly listens to your answer for Taylor’s barrage of questions,

“We would like for you to watch us taping,” May insisted, desperately. “You should watch them taping, yes. They’re good.” Jordan agrees. “If the three of you said that word again, I will deck all of ya’,” shouted Taylor from behind his drum set. “What? Taping?” You received two sticks directly at your shoulder; thrown at full speed. Whilst Jordan and Deacon scolded Taylor for being rude to a woman—Taylor thought you were a guy with “uniquely progressive” fashion choice up until that point. Instead of anger, you, Taylor, and May laugh. There’s this familiar humour that tingles you and made you question why you find it funny instead of rude?

You try your best to convince yourself that you are indeed, perhaps, watched them play on a stage in one of the college gigs you attended or in any music clubs. But no. Their play is far too familiar—in a sense that as if you've been stalking them since the day they made Queen. The fact that you’re supposed to listen to them the day you’re not ringed when Jordan does makes you very upset—again for no reason; as to why you know you should have listened to them already despite finding them as familiar as the palm of your left hand, and for the fact that you think things have been nothing but a line of wrongness,

“Yeah, I really can’t. This is the third Saturday of the month, I have dinner with grandma.” You told the musicians when Jordan and May ask you to have dinner with them at the nearest pub. Jordan immediately put you into his hug that at first surprised you, but then he said; “Mate, your grandma’s been dead for two years. Let go.” “What the bloody hell are you—she’s alive!” Then it hits you. What he’s saying is right, you even remembered crying your eyes out as he hugs your shoulder. You think; “No. This is far too wrong. Something isn’t right. My mind and memory are fucking me up.”

“You’re right. Maybe that’s why I need to go home.” You resigned weakly, “have fun boys. You will be taping again tomorrow, correct? I will come and see if you don’t mind.” You could hear a subtle worried whisper asking “Is she alright?” which you presumed came from May,

Once you’ve locked the door, you quickly discard your coat away and sat on the cold floor. You try to think so very hard about the madness you’ve been through, that your stomach is swirling by itself trying to tell you what is right what is wrong without further made clear where it steers you to. Then you grab a pen and crumpled paper, write down the right-wrong things your own body trying to tell you; One, when you bumped with May and you felt like he’s your old middle school friend that lost contact with you. Two, you know that even Jordan doesn’t do anything when ringed in, but the fact you’re not even ringed upsets you greatly. Three, when you’re finally ringed; it feels so right. Four, the fact that there’s Queen and you feels like you’ve known them since their first debut gig. Five, that May and Taylor came to you and complimented your skills. And Six, your grandma. Your heart and gut declared that she’s indeed still alive, but your brain emotionlessly tells you that you attended her funeral shitfaced and simply still can’t get over it in two years straight,

After listing all of them and that particularly peculiar day ends, you decided that if you feel it again, you will investigate it further. One more to the list; Seven, the cassette. The cassette your brain trying to remember was not your demo cassette, it was something else—precisely about buying it, but for whom you still have no clue,

Since the day you met Queen, you have been watching and aid them taping. The weird feeling is gone, and you’re very grateful. You, May, and Taylor quickly becoming a best friend; you don't know why you're best friend with Taylor, though. Taylor occasionally casually chipping in—mostly because he throws his sticks at you for you seems to cannot stop using the wrong term; plays for gigs, taping for recording, at this point you continue doing it because you know it pisses him off,

“You’re going back to the campus after this, y/n?” Ask Deacon, you nodded in response. “Why, aren’t you model student? Be cool, hang with us more. Maybe you can hook with one of us.” Mocked Taylor as he sits next to Deacon. You happen to have lunch with them since they’re finally back in London after their debut album tour. “I have to be a model student for myself. Thesis incoming. That’s why I can’t help you with your next album.” You explained, completely ignoring Taylor's suggestion. “Never crossed my mind to ask you about it, but what’s your major?” May inquired. “Astro—,” you scrunch your nose as you think, “music.” You answered, finally. There it is, the weird feeling is back,

“Bri was Astrophysics. Never knew there's another major, what? Astromusic? That sounds cool. And how come you forget about it?” Taylor jokes again. “Wait, so that means you can’t tag long for our next tour?” You shake your head, continue eating. “That’s very unfortunate,” May sighed deeply, you can only shrug. "Listen to our cassettes if you miss us, love. Don’t worry, I will miss ya.” He said with a wink. Your spoon stopped mid-way as you quickly look at Taylor that’s being smacked by May and Deacon for some reason,

“What? You’ve forgotten to hook me with the shag? Don’t you want me to sign your cassette? Or you instead want to hook with me?” Your eyes widened as you dropped your spoon, which causes a confused reaction from the boys. “What cassette?” You queried, now this makes both Taylor and May shows expression of a sudden realization for something. “Didn’t you… Didn’t I say I will sign your copy of our debut cassette once you introduce me with the gal from your music store?”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t buy your debut cassette, I’m busy helping Jukebox and jamming with Jordan.” “Hold on. Wasn’t I the first one to sign it?” May adds, but just as unsure. “No?” “Bri was right! I saw him signed it with John!” Taylor nudges Deacon. The man was completely lost as to what happened with the three of you. “Y/n never come to me to sign anything.” “Exactly—,”

It’s like getting your head hit with a giant dictionary book, you finally remembered! Both your mouth and eyes were as wide as they can be. You are indeed from the future and—, “fucking shit! I forgot completely!” You screamed and jump from the chair, ran outside and to the store where you’re supposed to buy the cassette. It was almost on the other side of the city, but you’re glad you brought your bike with you,

“Have—,” you cough like crazy before you could even talk, scaring the store clerk, which are your friend. The same exact friend that sold you the cassette in the future. “What on earth is happening to you?” “The Queen! Queen debut cassette! Have you sold any?” “No—?” You immediately go to the rack. It’s there, what you assume is the same one from your first run in the past. You immediately fall down the floor, trying to calm yourself whilst inspecting the cassette; it was exactly the one you bought on the first time you’re in the past, because it’s a wee bit misprinted by half a centimetre which bothers the hell out of you, but it’s already signed when you notice it,

“You got the cassette?” Someone squatted right next to you. “May? Wait, what?” The man only nodded, “you should pay for it. Let’s talk outside,”

“I should’ve taken a taxi like you. I feel like dying,” you’re still wheezing, glad the air is much better than it was in the future. “But how?” You questioned, May folded his hands on his chest and contemplate. “I’m not sure. Do you remember when you throw yourself into the pavement just to avoid bumping that night? I have felt since then that you looked familiar. I thought you were my old school mates I might’ve forgotten. But then I remembered things we’ve done on your first time in the past—the fact that Rog said exactly the same thing despite everything was completely different… Perhaps he is affected too? But the memories of after your first disintegration was… Much more blurry. Same with when before you’re disintegrated in front of my eyes in twenty thirty-nine. I think my brain thought it was false memories and simply decided they're not important,”

As interesting as they sound, unfortunately, you really can’t be bothered about that much, so you told him to write it down. Now your objectives are to get as many proofs as you can and May will keep them safe until twenty thirty-nine, and go back to the future. “I’m terribly sorry that you have to go through another sixty-five years whilst I can travel back and forth as if the year thirty-nine was in Wales.” “About that, uhh... Should we really hurry?”

“May. Don’t. I have made up my mind. It’s far too dangerous if this fall on someone else’s hand. God knows they have certain things in mind on how to use this.” He closed his eyes and nods, “thank you.” He catches your arm. “Why I’m back here too is perhaps because I listened to the cassette. It was a week after you’re gone, and you haven’t come back. I was worried and helpless. Please understand.” “Well, at least there’s a silver lining to it—that you don’t have to live another sixty-five years to got to thirty-nine! And I’m awfully glad that I know I’m no longer have to do this alone,”

Both you and May bought a Polaroid camera and cassette recorder. The two of you jams together and taped the session, take pictures with the band and Jordan and Jukebox. In your flat, as you put the “proofs” of your existence in 1973, you saw the pic of you with May, Freddie, and Taylor jamming, the one that Deacon took. Something inside of you crumbles. “What happened, y/n? Are you okay?” You didn’t notice you’ve shed tears and it falls on the picture. “No. Nothing happened,”

May sat next to you and grab your hand. You stared at his hazel eyes. “I will miss you and Taylor. I will miss everyone living in this year.” You whisper as you hug him. “You’re a dear friend of mine.” You tighten your hug, and he does the same. You let go and wipe your tears. Before May could say anything you both will regret, you cut him, “we will study this cassette. Promise me you will.” He reaches for your hand one last time, give it a quick squeeze before he stands up and sits somewhere else,

“Ready?” He asks. You nodded. Your eyes never leave his, same goes for him. You both took a deep breath when he clicked the play button...

To be continued...

[recoverymatters]

(tagging with 🌹)Hi... I don't know where to start. Um, I don't really have anyone in my life. My parents are abusive, I don't really have friends. My sibling has a family and kids and is busy and far. I feel really dysphoric all the time and I wish I could be out as a trans guy but I'm afraid I'll get kicked out from my parents' house. I'm 20 and I still feel like a kid. I've been hearing it gets better for so long and I'm just so tired.

(ask continued) I don’t feel suicidal anymore and I haven’t self-harmed in 4 or so years but every time my mother yells at me I get the urge again. I wanna get into fights again. I just feel so useless. Anxious and dysphoric and depressed all the time. Knowing I’ll never make it as an actor because I don’t pass as male. No motivation to do anything. Scared of getting anything less than an A. I’m an honours student but all my works are late now and I get anxiety about it all. I feel like such a damn mess.

Hi lovely, 

Thank you for reaching out to me! 

I am so sorry you don’t have anyone in your life right now that you can trust, rely on or receive support from. Life is hard enough, let alone without anybody by your side. Please know that you are not alone. You have me and a fantastic, accepting community here on Tumblr who all care about you and are all rooting for you. You will never be alone in this universe, we are all on your side. 

It’s very hard when you have a sibling that lives far away and is busy a lot of the time. I wonder if you would be able to arrange a skype call or facetime call with your sibling? It’s not easy, however, even a 10-minute call or text with them can make a world of difference. You never know, it may re-kindle that sibling bond and help you both to maintain that relationship. 

No wonder you’re feeling dysphoric and exhausted all of the time. You live in an environment with people that aren’t accepting of who you are. That is not your fault. I promise, there is nothing wrong with being who you are. You are perfect, irreplaceable and valuable. I am very sorry that you are not able to come out as a trans guy without feeling afraid of being kicked out of your parent’s house. That is a difficult situation to be in and I understand your concerns. Whilst I want you to be able to come out and feel free to be exactly who you are, you need to do what is best for you right now. Which may mean waiting a few years to come out when you are in a safe and secure environment to reduce the risk of being kicked out and having nowhere to live. Your safety is a priority. You say your parents are abusive, if you ever feel that you are at risk, please please please reach out. Reach out to a teacher, colleague, doctor or other trusted person who can direct you to the right support and even help you to find a safe place to live. Again, this is very tough. But, living with abusive parents is not good for your health and wellbeing and I want you to be around people who lift you up, support you and care for you. 

Feeling like a kid is very common, I promise you. I feel this a lot too. This world can be a tough and scary place to live in and the ample responsibility that comes with being an adult can be too hard to bear sometimes. It can be us feel like we’re children in a big, scary adult world. It’s hard to have everything figured out and to know what to do, but honestly, it’s okay. It’s okay not to have everything figured out or in place yet, to not know where you’re going in life. It’s hard, it’s scary, you may still feel like a kid sometimes, but you’ll get there. Step by step.  

I won’t tell you it gets better, but, it gets easier. There are days when you’re gonna think to yourself, yes, I’ve dealt with this before. I CAN cope and I will get through. 

Well done for not self-harming in 4 years. That is truly, truly amazing and I am so proud of you!! ❤️I have just answered a question based on self-harm alternatives. Please check this out and whenever your mother yells please have a look at the alternative and fight the urge to self-harm. You have done amazingly well and I want you to know that whenever you feel low or your mother does yell, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t loved or aren’t appreciated in this world. I appreciate you and I commend you for staying so strong for so long. 

If you start to experience suicidal thoughts again, please go to your local emergency department or A&E. Reach out to a suicide hotline, speak to me, speak to an online counseller such as 7cups. Use the StayAlive app. Please don’t struggle on your own, you deserve to be alive and well. 

I know its hard, but getting back into fights is not going to do you any good. It may be useful for you to express your feelings differently instead of getting into fights. Such as a boxing class, running, swimming, karate, art or dancing. These are a safer alternative to fighting and can help you to release some of the strong emotions you’re feeling. 

Useless you may feel, useless you are not. There are things that you do every day to help yourself, to help others, to help this earth that you may not even realise. You’re an honours student who is working his butt off and trying his best to get through considering all of these circumstances, how amazing is that?

Anxiety, dysphoria and depression are all signs you may be experiencing difficulties with your mental health and it might help to get some therapy, counselling or medication to help you with that. It may not be a cure or help completely, but it might help you to focus better, feel a little more relaxed and it would be great for you to have someone to talk to.

When you’re dealing with these things all of the time it can be hard for you to do daily tasks and make it more difficult for you to concentrate. So, please DO NOT blame yourself for your works being late. You cannot manage so many things all at once and you are not any less of a person because of this. Getting A’s does not define who you are and getting any less does not mean you’re not an incredibly talented and smart student. It means that the exam/education systems put so much pressure on young people these days that they feel getting any less than an A is a failure. It isn’t. Your grades do not define you. Please try and not be so hard on yourself. If you get a B that’s great! If you get a C that’s amazing! If you get a D, E, F, G, that’s fine too! YOU and your health are far more important. 

Your motivation will come back, it won’t always be this hard. Please hold on.

Please do not ever give up on your dreams. YOU CAN MAKE IT AS AN ACTOR. You may not get there on your first try, heck, you may not get there on your 10th. DO NOT GIVE UP. Being a trans male does not mean that you can never make it as an actor. You know why? Because your talent and your skills are not any less than that of a ‘regular actor’. There are people out there who do discriminate and do not understand. Screw them. You keep trying until you find the people who are accepting and are thrilled to have you on board. Becuase they are out there,  and they are just waiting for you to stand up and show who you are and provide the world with your talent, your amazing gift and your light. 

Some transgender actors who are absolutely rocking it right now and showing the world that it doesn’t matter who or what you are, YOU ARE JUST AS TALENTED AS ANYONE ELSE AND DESERVE THE CHANCE AND OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE IT AS AN ACTOR:

1. Daniela Vega

2. Harmony Santana

3. Alexandra Billings

4. Trace Lysette

5. Ian Harvie

6. Brian Michael Smith

7. Laverne Cox

8. Elliot Fletcher 

9. Indya Moore 

10. Mya Taylor 

Please believe in yourself and your dreams. YOU CAN DO IT. I promise you. Never give up on who you are and everything you want to achieve. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that it isn’t possible or you cannot do it. 

You’re going to message me in 10 years and say. I MADE IT. I made it. I faced the judgement, I faced the hardship and I still followed my dreams and I have made it. I am a successful actor who made it through and is now inspiring others to come out and share their story. 

I believe in you.

Here are some links that may help you:

http://www.allabouttrans.org.uk/support-organisations/

https://www.lgbthealth.org.uk/services-support/transition-support/

https://www.transgender.support/

https://www.stonewall.org.uk/our-work/campaigns/come-out-trans-equality

https://www.7cups.com/

You are never alone, keep fighting. You’re brave, your courageous and you’re going to make it. I promise you.

I wish you all the best that the world can offer you. You deserve so much happiness, love and magic. 

All the best 🌟

Thanks 

RecoveryMatters 

[myvelouri]

I'm feeling so bad so went to my job to get this awesome nightmare before Christmas figurine set I saved at work when I closed last night. They didn't let me buy it after closing! Such assholes!

So, yeah I ran into my coworker, that one that's younger but she looks alternative as fuck. She's got tattoos, she has thick rimmed glasses, she wears black pants, she looks like she listens to rock lol, but she doesn't really. She's got matte black nails too. I'm clearly too old for her though because she said her parents are strict and would freak out if we hung out or something, I try to hang out with her cause she's actually really fuckin chill. It makes me sad a bit that we can't hang out.

But yeah ffs everytime I go to my job she ends up being there, it's a coincidence, I swear, but I joke around with her you know. And I usually take her shifts if I need any. Other co-workers see me and they think I'm trying to get with her. Look, just cause I'm talking to her doesn't mean I'm trying to fuck her! I actually didn't, but I'm somewhat starting to like her. She just got a fuckin septum piercing! I was like did you always have that and I just didn't notice?! And she's like no this is new. And she had her hair a lil curly but the top pinned back, man she looked cute as fuck, I didn't say anything. But I told her she looks different lmao. I don't know. I told her I paint my nails matte black too, but ppl freak out so I don't anymore.. she said fuck them just do it. Our other annoying coworker came and he was trying to get her to do his work! She wasn't having it. And legit I told him he does the same thing to me. I've even told her he does that! We both get tired of him lol.

I don't know. I'm the one who usually messages her first. Actually the only times she messages me is work related. It sucks. I can tell. So I mean, it might just be that she doesn't want to be close since I'm older or something. I guess. Hm

Oh well.

I still don't feel that much better. I'm so scared of this virus I have. I can't have sex let alone masturbate, for who knows how long. Do you know how devastating that is? And I have to be very careful as my dad is on medicine that totally suppresses his immune system since he has an autoimmune disease, rhumatoid arthritis. Poor Dad. And so yeah, I CAN NOT pass this virus on to him, it would never go away. And I feel like filth. The stress of having to be constantly aware of this... It's taking a toll too. How am I supposed to do this for potentially up to 2 years?... Or forever?... No.. it goes away. I wish I knew how I got it.

My coworker, I would rather call her my friend but I don't know, same gal, she actually got her tattoos the same place I got my ears pierced lmao. She uh, she was interested in hearing about my tattoo ideas so it seems she does like talking to me, you know? She said she wants to have everything done while she can cause in her field of work she can't have these piercings and such. I said by then it'll probably be more acceptable. She's going to be a doctor I believe. Smart ass. I'm trying to be a rock star, but also optometrist. I'd love that.

I wanted to talk to her more but every other co-worker gets all googly eyed. Also I don't want to get her in trouble. So I left.

Idk I'll text her sometime... I'm better at talking to her in person though. Whenever we text she seems to end it abruptly after a bit. Hmmmm idk.

I'm so weird now.

I'm weird as fuck now aren't I?

What the hell man