#glimmer the Pomeranian

[mocha-roses]

happy pride month!

[rattschmooze]

Yet Another Palace Pets Fact Check

Because I talked about Slingshot..let's talk about other pets the fanbase has adopted and the facts behind em!

This here is Cuddles. Cuddles is a golden Himalayan kitten who belongs to Aurora. .... buttttttt that's not true. Cuddles isn't her name nor is this backstory true. In fact all this is headcanons! This cute kitty (...dog???) is actually a nameless background character in Tunnels of Fun. ..good question is this a himalayan cat or a pomeranian???

Here's another nameless background character given a name and backstory. Lacey is her assigned name and she's Belle's poodle. Like Cuddles, all this is headcanons. I will say that the possibly of these two being planned pets is very high considering how they stand out and look like the usual Palace Pets, but there is no soild proof so just take this as a speculation.

Now let's finally talk about these two!

Who's these two? Dunno! Who's their owners? I also dunno! What I do know that these two are most likely actual unreleased pets; considering the background and how they're styled, these look too legitimate to be a bootleg unlike Slingshot. We know pretty much nothing about them, just that they. Exist.

Now if you want headcanons worry not because the fanbase had made some for them too. The blue puppy is Suzani and she is a Saluki who's owner is Jasmine. While the purple kitten is a tabby cat named Glimmer who's owner is Tiana!

[luuurien]

Alvvays - Blue Rev

(Noise Pop, Shoegaze, Dream Pop)

Replacing their cozy jangle pop with chugging distorted guitars and stormy basslines, Alvvays' first album in five years entirely reimagines what the band can be. Molly Rankin's voice as a songwriter is both more tender and impermeable, outlining a certain feeling that the rest of the band colors in with thrilling neon hues. Blue Rev is Alvvays at their most unlimited, and it allows every aspect of their music to burst at the seams with catharsis and meaning.

☆☆☆☆☆

For Molly Rankin, the worst part of a breakup isn't seeing your ex while you're out - it's running into their sister at the pharmacy and learning about their "new love glow"; the hardest part of a deteriorating relationship isn’t when you finally split, it’s the flash flood of memories from when you were fidgeting nervously in the car or staring down the bright red brake lights in front of you. These detours, these messy and undignified moments of emotional disaster, are what Blue Rev rejoices in: five years in the making, the album's fourteen songs borne out of everything from a basement flood that ruined almost all of their recording gear to border closes and the leave of core members Phil Macissac and Brian Murphy (now replaced by Abbey Blackwell on bass and Sheridan Riley on drums), the band's melancholy indie pop with an undercurrent of rippling shoegaze guitars and noisy production disrupted by the most chaotic time in the band's decade of existence - is it any wonder Alvvays embraced the storm? Even at its sweetest, Blue Rev's songs are captive in a storm of reverb and distortion, Rankin's soaring melodies miraculously cutting through the mix via Shawn Everett's meticulous production that balances noise pop bliss with some of the best songwriting in recent years. Like the candy-sweet cerulean vodka cooler of its namesake, Blue Rev is as lush as it is intoxicating. First of all, Blue Rev sounds absolutely marvelous. Working closely with aforementioned producer Shawn Everett, him and Alvvays' five members fine-tune all the little details that take these songs to the next level: the heavenly vocal harmonies peering through the walls of guitar in Belinda Says' chorus,  Tom Verlaine's delicate keyboards, the digital strings weaving a hypnotic layer of plastic elegance around Very Online Guy - Alvvays have always had a strong ear for how pop melodies interact with fast-paced indie pop, but Blue Rev pushes everything to the absolute max. As a band, they're as comfortable adding a little extra grit and glimmer to the Smiths jangle pop worshiper Pressed as they are emulating Lush with a synthpop kick on second-half highlight Velveteen, Riley holding down the fort as the band's new drummer with some of the strongest fills and loveliest grooves in the group's discography while Blackwell's bass playing adds a thick but unintrusive bottom layer to the mix - they might be new members of the team, but it sounds as if they could have been around since the start. Alvvays might be rushing toward you with flashy guitar work and deliriously catchy hooks, but no part of Blue Rev's kaleidoscopic indie rock cocktail ever feels rushed, the secret to their success in their ability to make the piercing guitars in the buildup to Easy On Your Own?'s second chorus or Pomeranian Spinster's surfy instrumentation thrown into a vat of Yo La Tengo's oiliest songs feel like they've been calculated to hit the center of every dopamine receptor you have. They might jump from Big Star-indebted power pop to Pixies' loud-quiet-loud formula to Teenage Fanclub jangle pop in the blink of an eye, but Alvvays' wanderlust is what makes Blue Rev such a gem of contemporary rock - they know chasing one single emotion with abandon will always yield lesser results than letting Rankin's heart go wherever it desires most. And though Blue Rev is as heavy an ear-blast as any of the more masculine bands they're surrounded by in the spheres of noise pop and shoegaze, Rankin's emotional intelligence is the leading reason the album is so much more than just some killer indie pop. She's previously mentioned memories of male audience members - who by and large tend to be more emotionless and cool headed in live shows of the rock variety - singing their hearts out to the most tender bits of Alvvays' discography (“I’ve seen several hundred men sing the words of ‘Not My Baby’ at a show... It’s nice that the world’s idea of rock is expanding"), and the richer sonic palette of Blue Rev means even more emotion and meaning is instilled into Rankin's every word. Her dense yet narratively vague writing style means she's able to latch onto a certain feeling without having to add unnecessary detail detracting from that core, songs like Many Mirrors and its ruminations on change and the ever-shifting nature of relationships ("And you’re got so much life to offer in you / Wild, out of the place, you called me") or Bored in Bristol and its heartbreaking optimism towards escaping the history of your past ("No one can stop me, Getting on thе last freight / I'm leaving in a fog") absolutely devastating as Rankin sings every syllable like it's the last chance she'll ever get to speak while Everett's production blows up the instrumentation at the perfect moment to match the contractions of her songwriting. Still, she knows when it's time to let loose while preserving her thoughtful nature, Pomeranian Spinster's punky rejection of tradition while wondering what would have happened if she'd kicked against things even sooner ("Had I just said something, if I wasn't polite / Stuck out my hand, grabbed it and ran") an unexpectedly sober moment in the album's peppiest tune, and Very Online Guy - whose focus on technology and social media I was expecting to be annoyingly on the nose like it often is  - utilizes the song's fuzzy retro production a la John Maus to poke at internet reply guys while picking at Rankin's own patterns of behavior ("The truth is I'm afraid of sudden change / But when you're close to me, does anyone notice?"). Like the rest of Alvvays' albums, Blue Rev's nuclear choruses and glossy instrumentation are paired with one of the loveliest songwriters today, and it's never sounded so meaningful and effortless at once. I'm not sure how much closer an album can get to perfection than Blue Rev. In less than 40 minutes, Alvvays delivers fourteen of the most well-written, passionately performed and expertly produced indie pop this year, never wasting a second and ensuring every moment is in constant pursuit of catharsis and connection for Rankin that ensnares your heart at the same time. I could keep going over and over just how much I love Blue Rev, but the album speaks for itself in every moment as the band ventures into new territory and makes their mark on it again and again, always themselves and able to harness an energy nobody else can match. Blue Rev makes the classic indie rock formula feel new and exciting again in a time where bands of Alvvays' style are all over the place, Rankin's whiplashing emotions pulling you into shoegaze bliss one second and heart-wrenching agony the next with a power and confidence you can't help but fall in love with. Alvvays have had a beast inside them since the beginning, and Blue Rev finally lets it take over completely - the results couldn't be any more astounding.

[kodii-ak]

On Tuesday, I had the amazing opportunity to not be a student speaker at my college's scholarship fundraiser, but I also got to create the gift given to all donors and attendees! This little thing got to be printed as a little print with magnets made out of them. Exciting for me, haha~

[id: A digital illustration featuring a young woman holding a large, black-furred Pomeranian. She's wearing a grey coat and hat in the middle of a tree grove full of green leaves. She's smiling as she gazes at some dragon-like cats lurking in the trees while glimmering orange fish swim in the air around her. The Pomeranian looks confused. On the upper righthand corner is a black-and-gold stamp featuring Pratt Institute's "PI" logo.]

[goose-duck]

Ex Lover

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I waited at the bus stop. I'm on my way home after work. I can't afford a car so I have to take the bus. It started raining so I pulled out my umbrella not wanting to stand in the actual bus stop shelter as it smelled and looked disgusting, as if it were a school washroom. Eventually i see the lights of that familiar bus down the street, slowing to a stop in front of me. Bus 59, my bus, the bus I take home every day and the bus that he takes every day too. I get on the bus, sitting at the back, avoiding looking at the man I once loved. I walked past him quickly, I'm sure as per every other time he could tell I wasn't happy to see him. As i sat down at the back of the bus i see him turn his head to look at me, he doesn't stare, it's just a glance, but i don't let it go unnoticed, glaring at the back of his head for a few seconds before relaxing into my seat and pulling out my phone to pass the time.

I couldn't stop myself from wanting to look at her, that beautiful woman, the one i wanted to marry, the one i betrayed the trust of. I look back at her as she walks past me and sits down. This happens every evening as we both take the same bus home from work. I can tell by her swift walking that just like any other day, she isn't happy to see me. I don't blame her for it, i did this, i got drunk and betrayed that bond we had, i betrayed her for a woman that could never compare. I watch as she sets down, as she starts to look up, catching onto my staring I turn away, hopefully quick enough that it's possible for me to have just glanced at her.

Though just a glace that looked in his beautiful steel blue eyes, that regretful glimmer, it made my heart sting a little. All the pain he caused me, and yet he still has the audacity to look at me with such love? That man…he’ll never learn…I suppose I never will either. Just that moment of eye contact, i felt pain, but i felt that passion and love we once had, the love I held so closely to my heart, that man meant everything to me, all those years, all ended but his drunken stupidity. God I love that man, but I can't go back, not after he tore my heart out like that. I still deep down feel this pull towards him, every evening seeing him in the dimly lit bus, his curly brown hair, steel blue eyes, lightly freckled tanned skin, he's gorgeous, he looks like the love of my life, but he's no good. He can't be the one, I have to move on.

The way she looked walking down the bus aisle, i wonder, how would she have looked walking down the aisle at our wedding? She probably would have had a ballgown style dress, she always said she wanted to be a princess on her wedding day. She probably would have had her hair done up in a half up half down look, probably dyed some bright color, her beautiful curls shaping her face, her dimples present as she smiles at me, looking at me with those seafoam green eyes, saying her vows, kissing me with her ever chapped lips…i can't believe i was stupid enough to lose her. I lost her smile, her goose-like laugh, her dark sense of humor and endless kindness. I sigh, looking down at my phone, looking at the picture we took together on our first date all those years ago. It was high school, we’d gone to a small park and had a picnic, i made lobster sandwiches, her favorite. In the picture she has this big beautiful smile, showing off the gap in her two front teeth, she always hated it, but i've always though it's just another thing that makes her perfect.

Finally the bus gets to my stop and i get off quickly, thinking that if i'd stayed any longer i may have done something foolish, i may have broken and tried to talk to him. I made my way back to my apartment, greeting my elderly neighbor as I saw her walking her small pomeranian dog. Once in my apartment I lock the door and kick my shoes off, letting out a deep sigh and sitting on the couch. I put my head in my hands looking at the floor between my feet and began to cry. Why did I have to see him? Why does he have to take the same bus ride home, I don't know how much more of this I can take…

[taeyamayang]

hq boys as fur parents

disclaimer: purely based on how I perceive each character

PRETTY SETTERS ed.

🌃 KAGEYAMAㅡSTRAY PUPPY

a stray dog followed him on his way home from practice one day. he tried to shoo it off but the little puppy has already fallen in love with him. left with no choice, he takes the dog home. he convinces himself that he would let it stay for a night or two until he finds an owner. he hopes hinata is fond of dogs. upon reaching his home, the puppy kept biting onto the hem of his pants as if it's asking him for something. maybe it's hungry, he thought. albeit, having no experience of taking care of a pet he googles 'how to take care of a puppy'. he pulls the handle of the refrigerator open to search for leftover table food. he spoons out marinated sweet pork from the container then proceeded to feed the puppy. he squats down, folding his knees as he observes it eat. "finish it, i can't put it back in the container. don't throw food, you asked for this." he talks to the puppy using his normal voice. the poor dog glances at him for a bit after hearing him talk before going back to devouring the remaining bits and pieces of the pork. shortly after, the puppy falls asleep. it is probably tired from the long walk on the way home. kageyama proceeds with his usual routine. he lies down on his bed tossing a volleyball in his hand. his mind wandering off somewhere mostly about volleyball. a tiny bark surprises him, reminding him of the tiny intruder in his house. he squints at the small puppy wagging its tail next to his bed. its front legs are slightly bent down and his butt in the air. he barks at him one more time. kageyama crosses his eyebrows at the dog. "what do you want?" he says spinning the ball in one hand. the dog barks at him again. his lips purses and his eyebrow raises. "you want to play?" he wiggles the ball in the air making the dog jump excitedly. "alright." he pushes himself off his bed to sit on the floor. he spends the next few hours playing with the puppy until both of them pass out.

🌃 OIKAWAㅡPOMERANIAN

iwaizumi didn't trust him with the dog, obviously, but oikawa insisted on taking care of it for a while until mattsun comes back from vacation. knowing how impatient oikawa can be iwaizumi agrees with his plan but with the condition of sending him an hourly update and a permission to visit his house whenever he wants to. like a parent in shared child custody. the first few hours were smooth sailing and oikawa is high on his horse. he even sent pictures to iwaizumi gloating about his perfect parenting. not until the pomeranian decided to bark consistently at him. even though, he has given it food, toy and even played with it, and a nice comforter to sleep on. "what is it?" oikawa exasperatedly says to the dog. the pom barks at him in response. "do you want me to hold you?" he nears his hand to the dog's torso but it wriggles his hand off as it bounces off the ground catching his hands using its mouth. "i don't understand what you're trying to say. what do you want?!" oikawa's patience is getting thinner. the dog has been barking at him for more than five minutes straight now. an petty idea struck him. if the dog won't shut up then he won't too. he does the thing that only an oikawa breed does; he levels his body down to the ground to meet the dog's eyes before barking back at him. for a second, the dog pulls back tilting its head to the side confused with what he was doing before barking back at him more aggressively this time. this has become some odd battle of dominance. the front door of their house opens to a dark-haired boy. "hey, toru i brought some dog treats." his mouth falls at the sight of a human turned dog. oikawa stops and their eyes meet. "iwa-chan." his voice came out in a whisper. "unbelievable." iwaizumi shakes his head before shutting the door close.

🌃 KENMAㅡCALICO CAT

kenma isn't the best at taking care of a living breathing thing. he barely has the energy to look out for his well-being what more to a pet. but this calico cat outside their house pleads the bare minimum of attention and affection. so, they work perfectly well together. it only asks him for food then it goes off to sleep on their roof and food isn't his biggest problem since he spares her food from dinner. everything was going well until one day when kenma was walking down the empty streets of his neighborhood. he hears a whimpering sound of kittens near his house. no way, he thoughts to himself. but as his footsteps near his home, the sound gets louder. he opens the gate to his home. lo and behold he sees the calico cat with her four kittens in front of their house. "you can't bring them here!" his duffle bag falls from his shoulder as he reprimands the mother cat. the cat meows back in reply. "put them back to where they were before. you only eat here. you don't get to stay here!" the calico cat rubs its body against his leg as it purrs. the kittens follow their mother, surrounding kenma. "you're too many." he puts his face on his hands. his mind go through possible solutions. then it hits him. he fishes his phone out from his bag and his finger navigates through his contacts knowing exactly who to call. he picks up after three rings. "kuroo, the calico cat has kittens. i can't take care of four more cats. take the kittens." he says in one go. kuroo convinces him to house the cat family for now. left with no alternative, kenma agrees. sigh escaping from his mouth. the older promises to find the kittens an owner. the kittens look at him with their big rounded eyes. kenma grunts to himself unable to leave the hungry cats on his porch. he goes to the kitchen to grab spare food and milk. he places the food near the mother cat for her to eat while kenma tilts his head back to taste the milk. "you're lucky the milk isn't spoiled yet. here have it." he pours the milk in a small bowl watching the kittens waddle their way to their fiest.

🌃 AKAASHIㅡOLD ENGLISH SHEEPDOG

generally, akaashi is a perceptive person so that makes it easier for him to see through people or living things and give them what they want. which points us to the fact that he has knacks for taking care of dogs. it's only been a few months since their family adopted an old english sheepdog but the dog has already learned a lot of tricks from him. he knows how to sit, lie down, roll over, and fetch. he has taught their house pet where to pee and poop and the dog follows his orders when he reprimands him for chewing on their slippers. although, still remaing nameless since they adopted him they seem to get along pretty well, to say the least. oddly, though, the dog has a weird habit. it tends to goof around a lot, barking at other dogs to play with while him as he jumps and turn in the air like a fool. he has his tongue out all the time and his eyes are round yet droopy as if he was excited yet sleepy at the same time. the dog also loves praises. every trick has to be followed by praises and treats. if you skip the praises though still giving him the treats the old english sheepdog goes through what seems like a cycle of depressive thoughts. weirdly, it reminds him of someone. someone with the same habits and same way of thinking. even the coat of the nameless english sheepdog reminds him of him. the next day during break from practice their manager, kaori, approaches akaashi to ask him about his new still nameless dog. "how do you teach it when it doesn't have a name yet?" she questions him. " I call him 'boy' before. though, it has a name now." akaashi says crossing his arms over his chest. "what is it?" kaori's eyes glimmer in curiosity only for it to dissipate as his point finger leads her sight to grey and black-headed boy. the subject of interest then turns his head pulling a big smile. "you called for me, akaashi?" bokuto says. his dog's name is bokuto.

a/n: thanks for reading!

Masterlist

[shozaii]

Hey! I love your writing! It's so cute. 💖 Can you write a HC about s/o and Todoroki, Bakugou, Shinsou and Kirishima first time? (It's the first time for both of them) I'm already excited to read aaa You can add another character if you feel like to.

(a/n): hello! ahhh thank you🥺❤️ i hope you enjoy them!

ps; i’m assuming it’s their first time dating don’t come for mE KSJSJS

requests are still open!💜

masterlist

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first time!

warnings: aged up characters! and slight nsfw!

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kirishima❤️

can we,,, talk about this,,🥺

eijirou would be the happiest man on earth when he finds out you have feelings for him.

you had no experience of dating, so what do? you wanted to tell your feelings but then you were freaking out

i have this feeling that he thinks nobody could ever fall for him (WHICH IS FALSE) but you proved him wrong🥰

and yes, he has feelings for you too! cue him being alone in his dorm, dancing to the cutest love songs that reminds him of you jsjdj

so it’s late at night, and he called you out to have a little chat with you

you knew the chat was something else AHA

and so there you two were, outside the dorms, in the cold night. when he saw you, he smiled his usual toothy grin and signalled you to come over.

when he confesses, your heart pounded so hard you could hear it

“i’ve been waiting my whole life to say this! i get it if you really don’t want to-you know... but before i lose my chances, might as well get it out,right?”

and before he could finish, you pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his sweater.

you two are the cutest couple alive. mina takes tons of pictures of you two (sometimes sneakily)

kaminari constantly teases you two, sero feels like a proud dad😳

and when you two train, it’s like you two were made for each other. even your quirks make the perfect combo!

he texts you whenever he’s not able to see you

it’s his first time dating someone so he promises to be the best boyfriend to you! he takes you out on dates, buys you your favorite candy, gifts you tons of kisses

he knows you love his hair down so on most dates, you’d see that a lot!

he’s fine with holding hands in public because he feels this manliness in him surging😤❤️

he always gives you little pecks on your cheeks and you do the same. he just didn’t know how he was going to kiss you on the lips?? he wanted it to be special so he waited.

the time came, when you two were in his room, slow dancing with the lights dimmed out. he was nerVoUs and you were too.

that’s when he went in for it.

his kisses are slow and passionate. he doesn’t want to rush because when he’s with you, time is limitless. imagine the whole world revolving around you were just stars in the night sky. fireworks from a distance.it was momentary bliss, to be honest.

he looks you in the eyes and asks, “you okay with this?”

you blushed. “yeah.”

he holds your cheek, leaning in as your lips fit together perfectly. he even smiles in between kisses because he’s just so happy🥺💕💕💕

you two end up in bed and go ‘???how did we get here???’

then you resorted to laying down on the bed. you laid on top of him, leaving a few more pecks on his forehead before settling in.

you can never go wrong with a boy like eijirou🌸

todoroki❄️

most probably the boy to be shook when he found out he had feelings for someone.

especially the someone being you. his intentions could never go wrong. i mean,,,look at you. a masterpiece from heaven itself.

right in front of him, blessing his sour days.

probably started around the time after the sports festival. he couldn’t help but notice your cheerful self in class. how you smile at your classmates. the little gestures that made them happy.

it made him happy too.

and you loved talking to shoto too! he was really quiet at first; but it was you who knew how to break the ice apart(no pun intended)

he told midoriya about it, sweating.

“well, todoroki. i’m sure your feelings wouldn’t lie to you! follow what’s best for you.”

he smiled. he knew his decision that very moment.

love is a new feeling to him- since his childhood days weren’t the best. and when he felt it, his emotions were all over the place.

you too, were astonished. you knew from the beginning of school days, you had fallen for him. so what were you about to do? leave it behind? find a way to let it out?

shoto also prefers to admit it to you personally. so he did it right after school finishes-while everyone was heading back to the dorms.

“y/n. i need to talk to you for a second.”

“sure! what’s up?”

he’s pretty straightforward, so he’d say it immediately.

“i like you. a lot.”

“ah! i like you too! that’s-“

“no. i like like you. um, feelings.”

you paused. well, it was obvious. you two were alone, he was blushing.

oh my god my crush just said he likes me.

paniK

it was mutual!🥰 a few were shocked to find out that you both were in a relationship. some people described you as polar opposites. others already knew that you had a crush on him, wink wonk

shoto has never really gotten physical affection for a long time, so it takes a while for him to settle in. but that doesn’t stop him from being with you almost 24/7

he learnt that he loved being kissed by you on the forehead. it was such a simple yet deep reassurance that you were there for him.

he loved kissing you on the cheek🥺❤️ he finds your cheeks so squishy and adorable. he also loves ruffling your hair during your cuddle sessions.

he loves loves loves it when he hovers over you while you’re on his bed-looking like the angel you are, and he starts leaving the trail of kisses from the cheek, slowly to the lips. it was a feathery peck. he was afraid that you didn’t want it.

but looking into your eyes, it was a plead for more. he closed in the gap between you two. your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and his hands landed on your waist.

momentary bliss part 2

sometimes you two communicate through each other’s eyes. no one else gets it😌

your quirks are a match made in heaven. it surprises aizawa on a whole new level.

he learned beforehand about a few of your favorite things so he decided to get them for you.

would max out endeavor’s card for you

long walks in the park, mall visits-anything you want, he gives.

somehow you always made him feel so special. and he was so glad his first time was a blessing.

bakugou💥

“i don’t have feelings! now quit it!” he says while literally blushing in front of the bakusquad. yeah i definitely see that happening.

blushes so red but wipes it off as if he’s got a fever. damn bakubake🥺

you didn’t know what he meant, feelings for who?

and that was because you had them for katsuki. like, a whole lot.

he may be an angry pomeranian, but he’s your favorite pomeranian😌❤️

everyone is so confused. how did you- a wonderful human being, so delicate and graceful, had fallen for katsuki??? nobody knew, and nobody judged.

because they knew, it was you who was falling in love🥺 so they were supportive.

remember that one dance the bakusquad and uraraka did when they got through the exam? that was exactly what they did when you told them about you liking him

i mean,,, that boy looks at you from afar during class. he chooses to watch your quirk develop during training. he goes quiet when he sees you.

like cue him screaming at both kaminari and sero. then you come in, and he goes all silent. he doesn’t say a word. just this peaceful look on his face

you know, the soft face bakugou makes when he thinks?? that one. only you had that switch

alright, he’s had enough. he’s gonna square up, walk right up to you, and say, “yeah i like you. what about it?”

easy right?

no. he was a trembling meSS. it was his first proposal thingy!! being nervous is normal,duh.

screams into the night, thinking of the words to tell you. he messes up and the whole world (namely the bakusquad) go crazy on him.

he’s gonna do it. and so the next day was a fresh start for him. walked up to you.

god, were you a glimmering beauty.

“what is it? you seemed a little riled up lately. you okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned with his face.

“ilikeyou,” he mumbles. and you go, “huh? sorry katsu, can you please-“

“y/n i have feelings for you! hear me?”

you were just there, like :0

“i don’t do stuff like this. just get it over with if you don’t feel the same.”

“hey, hey! i r-really like you too! i was just finding a way to let you know... but i guess i didn’t have to.”

“ha, well look who won,” baby boy smirks.

dude he’s so happy his heart was doing somersaults

he didn’t mind if your relationship was a secret or not; you were his anyway. but it was for a little while. he made sure you felt comfortable

the little dance comes along again from the four of them

you two love training together! he makes sure you’re doing it right and he allows you to correct him too. only you🤭💕

i’d like to think that he would stop calling you names like dumbass, or idiot. maybe it would turn to baby or babygirl. babe. hottie. sweet names for his s/o

dates with him are wholesome. carnival, a little cafe, movies. he takes you to the beach during sunset if you’re feeling down

then he gets you these gifts you could forever cherish😭

would definitely hold hands with you. tough guy game🥺👉👈

so far, he loves it when you ruffle his hair. heck, he doesn’t care at all when you do it in front of anyone. he just gives this stupid grin which says, “look at my baby.”

flusters when you hug him out of nowhere,though🤪

when nobody’s looking/during school hours, he gives quick pecks. nothing more, nothing less.

kisses with katsuki are rich in passion and devotion. you know what he means with every one he gives you. the first time he kissed you probably happened during a warm cozy night in with him, in your room. he wouldn’t ask. it was just like a surprise.

“babe.”

his heart beated faster than a race car. you replied, “hm? what is it?”

pecks your lips and pretends like it was nothing. you smirked, holding his chin.

“what? i just..tried? don’t look at me like that.”

“but you didn’t say for how long.”

“clever.” he said as you brought his face near yours.

you had to admit, you weren’t so brave. but seeing this boy blush after his usual screamo days boost you up. so you did it. you sealed it off with a kiss. this time, a longer one.

you breathed in his light caramel scent- now lingering on your clothes as he pulled you in his embrace. his fingers slowly intertwined in yours.

momentary bliss part 3 (god i love these so far)

all in all, i would forever believe his s/o is the only one who can see his soft side. katsuki makes sure to treat you well like never before❤️

shinsou💜

very, very nonchalant about his feelings for you

but he had to control the way he almost tried to swoon around you oh my god

you two have conversations as usual, it’s nice talking to him. he opens up to a whole new version of him that you rarely see.

he had no idea you had a crush on him too sksjdkd

this man is so stoic, he technically holds it all in when talking to you. (which of course, is the cutest thing in the whole world)

hitoshi may have actually been worried about the things people have told him. how they might have talked behind his back. avoided him because of his quirk.

but when it came to you, it all changed. you weren’t running away. you didn’t flinch at his sight. most of all, you were just being you.

like shoto, i don’t think anyone would expect him to fall for you or vice versa. hence, when they found out, it would be a surprise🥰

mans gotta plan this whole thing for weeks because you’re too perfect to lose😤

your classmates had to make you talk to him just because you were so shy hhhh

he texted you one day, wanting to meet you. you were freaking out, but still prepped for what was about to be the best day of your life

the sun was slowly setting. you meet him in a park nearby. he was standing next to the lamp post, looking through his phone.

he looked so good in his dark blue flannel, with his white t-shirt and black jeans. his hair was tucked back with a headband.(he was already handsome, so take this😤💜💜)

“sorry, had to call you out like this.”

“no, it’s fine! what’s up?”

deep breaths..! “um, y/n. i find you really-i just... argh what am i doing..? i really like you and-“

he placed a hand on his neck. “i don’t know how to put it to words. but i absolutely want to be with you. for a really long time. it sounds weird, but you mean so much to me”

your vision was blurry. you didn’t realise that you were letting the feels hit so easily

“hitoshi, i get it all.”

“you...do?”

“because i feel the same as you.”

this cute grin (inherited by aizawa) when he heard those words. “come here,” he said, pulling you into a hug.

and so it began, a beautiful relationship.

you two shared so much with each other. it was like watching puzzle pieces fit in perfectly.

he listens to every problem you have and you do the same. it’s always equality in the house. one never goes down or up. it’s always together🥰

10/10 would train with you to develop your quirk. he wants you to join the journey

pda is fine with him, holding hands should do! might as well surprise you with back hugs🤪 and then he lifts you, spins you around until you beg him to stop.

only you can take care of his sleep schedule.

sometimes he comes to school without any sleep and you blow up

“what did i tell you?”

“i had six cups of coffee. no big deal.”

“how-“

he shows you pictures of his cats😭😭💜 he has so many

he is the cat himself so he likes to nuzzle up when you both cuddle. and it’s a must for you to run your fingers through his soft locks😌

when he’s the big spoon, prepare yourself for some wholesome content.

praises you 24/7, tickle fights, boops your nose, little naps

hitoshi enjoys kisses on the neck too! whether it’s height difference or not,,, he reaches for the neck because this boy KNOWS your sensitive spots.🤭

when he goes in for it, he wants it to be a memory.a priceless, flavorful one he leaves with you which is hard to forget.

fun fact: kiss him on the jawline and you’re already making him weAK

but if it’s a subtle one, he would go for the face. any parts of it-cheek, forehead, bottom of your lips.

one fine day he just has you against the wall and you’re just standing there, a blushing mess.

“close your eyes.”

“w-why..?? are you about to steal kisses from me,toshi?”

“maybe, kitten. but you have to tell me if you trust me.”

you closed your eyes, and he cupped your face with his hands. he brought your face up to his, slowly connecting your lips. the last thing he’d want was to scare you

he felt you smile in between the kiss. you didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull away. in fact, you were more than happy by just returning it. his hand travelled down to your thigh, bringing it up to his waist.

his head was dizzy with euphoria. you were such a good kisser, damn. when he let go, both of you were breathless.

“i do trust you,silly.”

yES IT WAS momentary bliss part four babyyyy

hitoshi defines a godly amount of,,,heat. just,,,he’s hot. and cute. perfect.

(a/n): ayee i did it!!! slight nsfw/nsfw work is reallyyy not my thing so i hope this was a fun read!!! jekskd fun fact scenarios are my fav thing to write🥰

[johnkrrasinski]

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Chapter 5: Now I’m in Exile

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 8,310 

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​​​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated every day.

The calling tone reverberated in your hand as the beaming grin on your face mirrored on the screen. With every passing second, your anticipation grew. You couldn’t control your fidgeting so you took a deep breath and-

“Hey, boo!” Natasha’s voice modulated.

You lifted your right hand to the front camera’s level, revealing the rose golden Cartier wrapped finger as it glimmered under the light.

“Oh my God! Did he…?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I’m engaged, Nat!”

Natasha put a hand over her mouth, “holy shit! Girl, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!” the gaiety on her face was palpable, you could feel it through the screen. There’s a reason why she and Wanda were the first people you passed the happy news to. After your parents of course.

“Thank you so much! I can’t believe it. Eight months ago, I thought I’d be single forever but here I am…”

“Yeah, things escalated quickly for you! Now you are someone’s fiancee and seven months pregnant. It’s mind-boggling,” she spoke like a proud sister. “I’m beyond happy for you. Really, I am.”

“I know this is probably too soon but, will you be my maid of honour, Nat?”

“You know damn well there’d be no wedding if you didn’t ask me to. Hell yeah, I will!”

“Ah, yes!” you hurrayed in excitement. “Alright, I’ll catch up to you later, okay? I gotta call Wanda too.”

“Do whatever you want boo, it’s your day.”

You hung up the phone and went through your contacts list, then clicked the phone number under Wanda’s name. The excitement bubbled up in your chest as you pictured the smile on her face when she sees the new lustrous thing on your finger.

Eight months earlier…

“Hey, y/n. It’s me, Adrian. It was a pleasure meeting you last night. How is the dress doing?”

“She is going for a dry cleaner. It was lovely to meet you too, except for the drink-spilling stain of course.”

“Sorry about that. But it got me your number and I would’ve done it again if that’s what it costs.”

You smiled down at your phone under the warm glow of the morning sunlight. “You showed me pictures of your dogs and cat so it’s a win-win situation for us both.” Wink emoji.

“Perhaps you and I could chat more about my dogs and my cat over a cup of coffee?”

“Will you promise you won’t spill the coffee on my shirt this time?”

“You have my word.”

“I’ll consider it, then.”

“Next Friday, at 7 PM. Write that down on your calendar.”

“I didn’t even say yes.”

He sent an adorable picture of his pomeranian dog looking up at him with pleading eyes. “How can you say no to this face?”

“Say no more. I’ll see you next Friday.”

-

Two weeks after the date.

You regurgitated your guts out in the toilet bowl and held up your hair, trying not to let the vomit splotch a strand of it. This was the third time you had to run to the loo to spew the queasiness in your body. You felt dizziness clouding your head. What the hell is wrong with your body? This had been a daily occurrence for the past one week.

You sat on the toilet lid after everything you swallowed earlier was out. You recollected every food that had made its way into your digestion the past couple of days… Did you eat something inedible? Perhaps that ice cream in your refrigerator had passed its expiration date, but you only bought it three days ago at the grocery store and you swore it could still last for two more months.

Maybe that shrimp that you ate at the Chinese restaurant with Adrian last night was stale. Ugh, you’re gonna need to talk to Adrian about this but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Perhaps, it was just another sickness caused by an unknown bad food.

But you also retrospected the shift in your body for the past couple of weeks. Your period was late this month… It should’ve started three days ago, what is happening? Could it be…? Oh no, there’s no way. You and Adrian hadn’t even moved it to the bedroom yet, so that means… If you are, then… It must be… Steve’s.

Oh hell no.

You recalled, the last time you and Steve met up for your weekly (sometimes more) hookup appointment was the day after you and Adrian met up for a coffee, which was your very first date with him. You didn’t know there would be plenty more to come so you went to what you had planted your soles so deep in, which was Steve Rogers’s penthouse in the upper east.

He had you on top with your arse facing him because he enjoyed the view better than your face. You struggled to bounce yourself up and down on his massive size. He could be such a sluggard sometimes but a man like him would always get his way, and if he needed to fuck out some tension, then he’d use you as a masturbation aid for as long as he wanted.

His grip on your hips was ruthless, you knew it was going to cause some bruises tomorrow but you couldn’t care any less. Not when he was pulling you down this deep that you could feel him penetrating your womb. His grunts filled your ears with eroticism and you picked up your pace to help him reach his climax. You shut your eyes with your mouth hanging open as soft moans escaped through your lips. You clenched around him and you felt his cock throbbed, you knew it was coming. Literally. Your coil shattered just a few seconds before he released his seed deep inside you. He pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and left you rumpled on the couch.

He left to Atlanta the next day to shoot a new movie. Something about an organization reinforced by the Nazi during World War II, and how the Captain leads an elite combat unit to the battle against an organization called Hydra. You didn’t know that until you looked it up on the internet.

You hadn’t received another booty call for him ever since. He was probably sleeping with twenty-something-year-olds models in Atlanta though.  

And you had made peace with the tragic reality you were stuck in. You had accepted the reality that you and Steve were like riding down a dead-end street. There was no making love on Sunday mornings and have brunch together afterwards. There was no settling down in a countryside house where your kids could run around barefoot on the front yard. There was no marriage vows and walking down the aisle in white for you.

But all that changed when you decided to take a pregnancy test and the result revealed that you were indeed pregnant. You took three more and the results were all the same. Fucking hell. What the hell are you going to do now?

You had to call Steve, right? He was the father after all. You couldn’t tell Adrian because he would despise you for sleeping with another man and possibly carrying his child and he probably would never want to talk to you anymore. He’d probably regret knowing you at all. And you didn’t want to send him away. You liked him, he was good for your heart and the more you explored him, the more mesmerized you become by his magnetic force.

You were distraught. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know whom to call, so you just sat there in the tenebrosity of your room, out of options and out of clue.

Eventually, you collected your nerves and you dialled Steve’s number. He didn’t answer. He told you once that he didn’t like being called unless he called you first so you never did, but this time, you had to speak to him. “Please, pick up…” you prayed while on the verge of breaking down completely.

You were directed to his voice mailbox.

“This is Steve Rogers and if I’m not picking up that probably means you shouldn’t be calling me.”

Beep. “Hey Steve, I’m really sorry for calling you this late but I really need to talk to you. Please, it’s urgent.”

Three hours later and there were still no callbacks. You had sent him twenty-eight text messages and his voice mailbox was full. If you waited one more goddamn second, you’d lose your mind. So you picked up your phone and bit the bullet and typed the words; “I’m pregnant and you are the father. Please call me back so we can talk about it.”

It was around 4.30 AM when you checked the time on your lock screen. You were fatigued; both physically and emotionally. You had to unwind from every quandary that impinged you today. It was a lot and you were at a complete loss, but you’ll figure it out tomorrow.

You didn’t sleep well that night, you kept waking up whilst it was still dark out, and you had to wake up at 7.30 tomorrow for work. You kept looking at the sleek device that was left unmuted on your bedside table in case Steve called back. He didn’t though. You only slept for an hour and you really wanted to take a day off but you’d lose your mind if you were left alone with your thoughts and no distraction. So you got out of bed, took a shower and prepared for work, with your thoughts filled with the future of this baby growing inside you and Steve. Why hasn’t he called back or even text at all? Does he really think so little of you?

The impulse to check your phone and call and text him every five minutes was adamantine. You tried to control the itch of sending him another text and voicemail but it failed until you read the words ‘not delivered’ in red under the last text message that you just sent. You tried to resend it over and over again and even tried to write a new message but it was the same result.

You moved to your call feature but after a single ring, you were diverted to voicemail. It took you a few seconds to realize that Steve had blocked you. You went to the last media to reach out to him and it was through his Instagram account. You didn’t even follow each other and you were certain that he received thousands of DMs and notifications every day from his obsessive fans. He had 39 million followers for God’s sakes, the hell is one message from you going to mean anything?

But you were despondent and you needed someone to go through this with, especially the father himself. You did it anyway without thinking twice and told him that you were pregnant and you needed to talk to him. You even sent a picture of those three pregnancy tests and attached it on your message. You couldn’t stop biting your lip and tapping your foot throughout the entire way to your work in the train. Man, were you really going to raise this child alone?

-

Three days later and still no signs of him attempting to return your messages. You had slowly accepted your fate that you were going to carry and raise this child alone. You still hadn’t told Adrian despite talking to him every day and it crushed your heart whenever you heard his elated tone. You could tell that he was really into you and he wanted to take this relationship further but sorrowfully, one way or another, you were going to have to tell him the secret growing in your belly and you were going to have to slaughter this exquisite potential. You wondered if the circumstances were different or you had met at another time or in another universe, would Adrian be the one you were meant to be with?

You made a promise to yourself that you were going to meet him tomorrow and tell him the truth. Delaying it wouldn’t make it any easier and it wouldn’t prevent the doom from happening. If anything, it would only elongate the hurt. So you picked up your phone after you cerebrated it on your mind and clicked on Adrian’s chat room; “meet me at the Drive Brew Cafe tomorrow? Got something I’d like to talk about.”

“Is it something really urgent or you’re just looking for an excuse to see me?” Wink emoji.

“Oh, stop flattering yourself. We really need to talk.”

“Usually, I’d ask a person the matter before I’d decide that it’s important enough for me to meet them in person but I’m giving you a pass.”

“Very generous of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

-

You arrived ten minutes earlier than the time you both agreed to meet at. The cafe wasn’t too crowded, thank God, so you immediately ordered a cup of Machiatto for Adrian and a cup of hot chocolate to calm your nerves. After the barista called your name, you walked to the corner booth before anyone could occupy it first. You were going to need some privacy. You sat as your hands trembled from edginess. You couldn’t stop fidgeting and tapping your foot as the second passed by on the clock.

Exactly on 6.30 PM, a dashing brunet in a dark grey vest and rolled-up sleeves entered and you stood up to greet him. He just came home from work and man, it was impossible for him to ever look bad even for once, you were so lucky but life just kept finding a way to eliminate the people you cared about.

“Hey, you look good.” his British accent was thick. He kissed your cheek and embraced you with a warm smile.

“So do you. How was work?” You both sat on the opposite chairs of the booth.

“The ordinary. We had a meeting with a director of this historical film to get us to fund the project. How was yours?” The genuinely curious look on his face nearly changed your mind. Oh, how you wish you could hold on to this moment where you could still have him a little longer.

“Nothing new, just another day at work. This one’s for you by the way.” You didn’t know what more to say when your mind was cluttered so you stalled by passing over his drink.

“So, what’s so important that you needed to see me?”

“Adrian, you know, I really like you, right?” you took his hand in yours as you stared into his striking eyes. “And I’ll always be grateful that you were foolish enough to ruin my dress that night.”

He was perplexed. His eyebrows were furrowed. “As much as I enjoy your companion, I’m sure that you didn’t call me to meet you only to thank me for wrecking your dress, right?”

“Yeah, but um… I just, it’s been wonderful knowing you. And… Oh God, this is going a lot harder than I thought.”

He nodded. A dejected look on his face that you wished you could wipe out. “Let me save you the trouble… You are breaking up with me.” He didn’t say it as if he was guessing, he said it as if it was a declaration that he’d figured out before you could even formulate the words.

“Adrian… I’m pregnant. And you’re not the father, so don’t worry. I know when you first asked me out, this isn’t what you signed up for. So I’m setting you free. I’m sorry.”

You expected him to get up and walk out of the door, leaving you with your alienation but none of that was detected on his expression or his body language. “Who is the father?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“Adrian…”

“Don’t I at least deserve to know who my girlfriend is sleeping with before I even took her to my bed?”

Girlfriend. Huh. Well, that’s first.

“Steve Rogers.”

“Steve Rogers the actor?”

“Yes…”

He snickered. That drew a mystification out of you. “What’s so funny?”

“So you’re into the arsehole type.”

“…How do you know what kind of person he is?”

“The movie that we had a meeting about today? He’s going to star in it and I’ve met him a couple of times at some parties. Not the nicest guy, eh?”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

He sipped a bit of his coffee. “How did you get involved with a bloke like him?”

So you told him everything; the beginning of your friendship, the fallout, the moment he took your V-card in your dorm, and how years later, he still had you on a chokehold. He didn’t seem to mind one bit that the woman that he had been seeing had a history with someone. He’d dealt with much worse scenarios in his former dating lives. He wasn’t going to let other man’s neglected baby stand in the way of what could be something beautiful.

“I’m not walking away.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying. I like you and I know you feel the same way too. We are going to raise this baby together. No child deserves to grow up fatherless. I’m going to be its father.”  

“Adrian, but…”

“No buts, we’ll get through this together. Now, let’s enjoy these tasty drinks before they get cold, yeah?”

So you nodded, too dumbstruck by the man before you. You drank your hot chocolate that was cooling down and let his presence soothe you better than the sweet drink on your tongue.

-

Steve went back to New York after spending nearly four months in Atlanta, shooting his movie. Man, he’d lost count on how many extras he had fucked in his hotel room but nothing felt as good as your pussy. He thought about your last text before he blocked you. You had claimed that you were pregnant with his baby. You must’ve lost your mind to think that he’d buy that shit.

So he picked up his phone, unblocked your number and pressed the call button. Three dial tones and a familiar voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey baby, meet me at my place tonight.”

“Who is this?”

“Hillarious, y/n. I’m too fucking tired for jokes okay? Come here and suck my cock then maybe I’ll listen to your jokes.”

“Is this Steve Rogers?”

“Fuck yeah, it’s me, y/n. Who else do you think I am?”

A pause jammed the line. “I’m done, Steve.”

“What? The fuck do you mean you’re done?”

“I sent you thousands of texts and calls five months ago and you couldn’t even lift your fingers to answer.”

“I was in the middle of shooting, y/n. You know better than to call me while I’m working.”

“Oh, screw you, Steve. I’m pregnant and you didn’t even care? How much of an asshole can you be?”

“You were actually serious about that?”

“Of course you think I was joking. But don’t worry, it’s none of your concern now. We’re done. Don’t call me anymore.”

“Wait, wait! Y/N!” you cut off the line. “Ah shit.”

He tried to call five more times and you neglected every single one of them. In fact, you instantly blocked his number after the last phone call with him. You didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. You thought that Steve had forgotten about you since he blocked your number first so you never had to do it yourself. But of course, an entitled scoundrel such as he is would never stop taking and taking until you had nothing more to give.

It took you years of anguish, an unforeseen mishap and a beautiful stranger that ended up being the stupendous love you’d been looking for to open your eyes to the rotten core of Steve Roger’s heart. He ever only lusted for your flesh, he never gave a shit about you as a person.

You lived for the hope of it all, you cancelled plans just in case he’d call, and you never once suspected the pitfall, but you were no longer that foolish girl anymore. You had met a real man now and he led you to the path of love and happiness and Steve was no longer the most intrinsic thing on your mind.

-

Steve was going apeshit. He had never been rejected or denied before, he always had it so effortlessly. Especially by you. He thought he’d always have you by the palm of his hand, he thought whenever he asked you to jump, you’d always say “how high?”, he thought whenever you’d think about walking near to the door, you’d always turn around with a few sensual touches and sugarcoated words, but the renunciation that came out of your mouth sting like a bitch and he didn’t like his ego being trampled over.

He went to sleep later that night, dreaming about caressing you and kissing you as a lover would. Never once did he ever have such a dream about anyone before. Maybe he belonged to you more than he had realized all this time.

-

It was his fourth time this week of standing on the street of your apartment building after you returned his plenteous gifts that you certainly never even asked for or needed. Why would you? You could easily buy that necklace jewellery, that overpriced velvet dress, and those designer shoes with your own money. And even if you couldn't, your boyfriend could easily afford all those things for you too. But that motherfucker used his money to buy you shoddy gifts such as poorly designed accessories and tacky books and yet you happily accepted them? What a closefisted fool.

But who are we kidding? The sole reason why you didn’t accept those gifts is that you no longer cared about him. Those inducements didn’t work on you anymore. You were much happier with a better man now. What do you have to lose?

Rather than dwelling in self-pity and resentment, he hid in Range Rover in a black baseball cap and Tom Ford shades from the paparazzi and waited. Waited for her to come out. He had been religiously stalking every social media you had from another private account to track your activities. The last photo you posted on your Instagram was a picture of you and the scary college roommate of yours that he’d forgotten the name of. It was last Saturday.

“Always a delight to catch up with this one. Love you @natasharomanoff.”

under 281 likes and 32 comments. He scrolled through every single one of them and searched for any clue that might indicate your next move. Found one.

Wandamaximoff: “Don’t forget about me!! :(” so they are still friends apparently.

Natasharomanoff: “Same time next week? 💕”

“Absolutely,” you replied to the red-head.

Gotcha. He’ll be there.

So here he was, waiting for you to come out of that building to grab an Uber because he knew you weren’t so into driving. Except for that late-night rendevous of course, because he told you once that he’d hate for a single soul to know there was something going on between you and him. You were a secret and he’d like to keep it that way. Sooner or later, people are gonna talk and headlines are going to break the internet.

Two minutes later, you stepped out wearing a beige coloured cable knit cardigan and a grey jersey maxi dress underneath with a necklace around your neck. He couldn’t see it from this distance but the item had made a few appearances in some of your recent Instagram posts, and he already knew that you wore it wherever you go. It was an initial necklace of the letter ‘A’ in silver.

He hated the arising thought but he couldn’t help but think how ethereal you looked in your casual, maternal clothes. Perhaps even more than when you wore those petite dresses that always made you look uncomfortable whenever you wore them. You walked with grace and there’s this elegance that you just exuded without trying too hard. You could be wearing the most boring clothes or doing the most mundane things like looking down at your phone to text your Uber driver and you’d still look enchanting.

Man, how could he had been so blind all this time?

It shredded his heart even worse knowing that the growing fetus in your belly was his, but when that baby borns, another man would hold it instead of him and the kid would grow to learn that another man was its father instead of him. That motherfucker. He didn’t have any right in raising that baby. You were bearing his child. Not Adrian’s. You belonged to him. You always did. Fate had interlaced your paths long before you were given birth to this world. No one knew you better than him and vice versa. Not even that former roommate of yours or Wanda. Only him. He had to have you back. Whatever it takes.

He was so inflamed with debt and feebleness of his childhood that he turned into someone he used to loathe when he was younger. He strayed so far away from the path that his mom had paved for him to walk in and he wasted the one good thing in his life that kept him going when he had nothing. But he couldn’t turn back now, couldn’t cross out the mistakes that he did. The best he could do is make use of what he is capable of now and utilize it cleverly.

A scheme was formed in his head… He’d have you back in no time. One way or another.

-

Months went by and his patience emaciated. He had it all drawn out in his head but he had to be very careful. If he rushed or stepped on the wrong stone, he’d end up being decapitated and his career would burn to ashes. Especially with how the paparazzi and the media were always busting up his ass, like hunters with foxes. He couldn’t have that. He had worked too hard to see it all crumble beneath his feet.

He rejected all film projects and public appearances offered by his agent slash good friend, Sam Wilson. Sam was getting a little frustrated by Steve for being unreasonable. He was his most ambitious client, never one to say no to a good script and occasions that could advance his career and generate more profit for both of them.

But after he returned from Atlanta for his last movie, he had been shutting most people out. Sam was always his most trusted confidant, he was his agent, after all, it was his responsibility to make sure the client that earned him the most income was well in health and aptitude. But he was scratching his head trying to get Steve to open up to him.

Sick of Steve’s shortcoming, he called Steve and told him to come to the office.

“Fuck off, Sam. Why can’t you just talk on the phone?”

“Get your ass down here or I will come to your house myself.”

He groaned and hauled himself to Sam’s office, not in the mood for Sam’s garrulous nagging.

-

Steve knocked on Sam’s door and he saw Sam sitting in his usual black and white attire in his ergonomic chair. He had a frown on his face instead of his usual conceited womanizer charm. “What’s with the long face?” Sam asked.

“Nothing. I’m just worn out.”

“Cut the bullshit. Last time you got your ass to work was six months ago. What the hell is happening with you?”

“I just haven’t found any good script that interests me, Sam. And I told you, I needed a short break. I’ve been travelling nonstop for the past few years to shoot films and press tours, and now I just need to hit the pause button.”

“The Steve Rogers I know isn’t one to rest. He was power-hungry and always craved for more. You also rejected an Oscar potential role. Something’s going on and it’s deeper than just needing a break. C’mon, talk to me man. As a friend, not as your agent. Let me help you.”

It took him a few seconds to brace himself. He didn’t need to tell him the entire truth, he just had to ask Sam fora favour and then the Steve Rogers that made him millions would come back. “You know anyone who’s good at editing photos?”

“…What?” Sam was perplexed.

“Just let me know, Sam. You got any connections to editing experts? Hook me up.”

“What is fueling this?” Sam was bewildered. He looked at Steve like he had just grown two heads out of nowhere.

“Just trust me on this one, alright? You link me to a good editor and business will back as usual.”

“I know a guy.”

-

Your bachelorette party was fun. You, Natasha, Wanda and a few of your fellow colleagues were invited to the tea party at the garden of The Berkeley in London, which is the hometown of your fiance. You loved London and you always had such a good time whenever you paid it a visit with Adrian.

Now that the weekend was over, it was time to pick up little Nathan from your parents’ house. A beautiful baby boy was born three months ago and he was your parents’ joy. You never told them that the real father was the scrawny kid who used to lounge around on their couch every Wednesday afternoon when there was nothing much to do. Your parents loved Adrian as their own and it was all that mattered.

This baby is going to grow up with so much love from his parents and grandparents. From your chosen family who will become his aunties and uncles. He is going to be raised right in gentleness, affection, and sincerity. And it would never matter how he was conceived into this world in the first place.

You refused to leave this baby for more than five minutes but Wanda and Nat kept insisting that you needed some time for your own. One bachelorette party wouldn’t hurt. It’s only one weekend. Besides, your grandparents were obsessed with baby Nathan and they were going to take such good care of him while you were away, celebrating your single life with your girlfriends before you spend the rest of it with someone.

Now you were back home, you couldn’t wait to see your baby. You had been thinking about him endlessly in London and you missed holding him close to your chest. So you put on your coat and took your keys to drive to your parents’ house but you were stopped by a text message before you could open the door of your car.

“Enjoyed your bachelorette party?” An unknown number wrote.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who the hell is this?” your thumb typed and pressed the send button.

“You know me. Better than anyone, just like I know you too better than your fiance.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “Stop texting or I will call the police.”

But before you could hit the send button, a picture of your face popped on the screen. But what disarrayed your mind wasn’t your face, it was the body. You were stark naked with your knees on a mattress and your ears teared up, and your lips were wrapped around a shaft.

What. The. Fuck?

“Got plenty more.” the unknown number threatened.

Another picture of you lying on the same bed, except this time you were on your back so your tits were clear cut visible and your mouth was parted slightly like you were moaning. A hand was wrapped around your throat and yours were pinned above your head by another one.

You were frozen in place and the warm autumn air descended into zero degree celsius. Your breath hitched and tears started brimming in your eyes. Who could have these pictures of you?

“I’ve got many more if you’re curious just how much of a slut you can be.”

“Stop. What do you want?” your fingers trembled.

“Meet me at the New York State Pavillon tonight, at 11 PM. Alone. Bring your baby. If you dare to report this to the cops, I will send these pictures to your fiance and post them on every existing site on the internet.”

The words didn’t leave any room for argument or further questions. So you drove to your parents’ house to pick up Nathan for the last time ever.

-

Adrian was working late tonight. He told you over the phone that a big project was in the work and so he and his team had to stay a little longer in the office to get it done as soon as possible. You were a bit relieved because that means, you could save yourself from whatever was bound to happen when you arrive at the abandoned historical world fair.

“Don’t forget to drink water. I love you.” You reminded him.

You wrapped Nathan in a blanket to keep him warm and you placed him in the infant car seat next to you. Your mind couldn’t stop flashing back to those pictures. Who could you possibly have done so wrong that they thought exaction would be the most fitting comeuppance. It took about 35 minutes via Grand Central Parkway which was the fastest route so you took it. Your mind also couldn’t stop asking questions, so many questions… But most importantly, who could this person be? Could it be… No, no way. You knew him. That was the last thing he’d ever do. Not because he wasn’t a nefarious person but because the world was constantly throwing themselves at him, offering him dollars and women.

He had too much in his plate to look over to yours and wanted to steal what was in it too. After months of not a single contact made, he must’ve had forgotten about you right? C’mon. This is ridiculous. But if it’s not him, then who could it be?

You arrived at Flushing Meadows a half-hour later and then you texted the number. “I’m here. What do you want?” you kept Nathan inside, fearing that whoever the culprit is might hurt him. So you stayed inside as consternation overcame you.

A few minutes later he answered, “step out the car and bring the baby.”

“Don't hurt my baby, please. Take me, but let him return safely to his father.”

“He will. Now, do as I say or I will publish these pictures.”

You trembled. You unlocked the door of your car and stepped out of it deliberately holding Nathan to your chest. You were careful to keep him from crying. The crisp air sent shivers down your spine. You closed the door and waited. Your eyes roved to all over the desolated site. Until it landed on those familiar blue eyes that held more ice than the air.

“…Steve?”

The man you used to know was different now. His face that used to be clean-shaven was now covered in a glorious beard that made him indistinguishable. His dusty blonde hair was slightly longer and he dressed in dark clothes that amplified the sinister atmosphere circling him.

You held Nathan closer to you with one hand behind his head, trying to keep him quiet. “Don’t be like that, let me see my son.”

“No. He’s not yours.” You spat.

He scoffed. “Say whatever you want, sweetheart but it’s my blood running in his little veins. In fact, I think we can take a DNA test and send it to your fiance, how about that? Also, how is Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Leave my parents alone, Steve.”

“Are you going to cut that attitude of yours or do we have to do this the hard way? Either way, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll be good. Just please, don’t involve my parents.”

“Good, I know the good girl I knew is still somewhere inside you. Now, drop your phone to the ground and smash it.”

“…What? No! How am  I going to-”

He furrowed one eyebrow at you and you instantly understood the peril if you repudiated him once more.

You took out your phone from the pocket of your coat and dropped it to the ground. You stomped it with your foot until the screen was cracked, but Steve wasn’t satisfied enough with its damaged state so he stomped it harder than you did until it was smashed into two.

He led you to his Range Rover that he parked in an empty street and opened the backseat door and you slide into it with Nathan still tucked under your neck. Then he closed the door and walked to the driver’s seat and drove away to God knows where.

“Where are we going, Steve? Nathan needs to sleep. He can’t-”

“Quiet. He’ll be home soon.”

You didn’t dare to ask more questions. The vacancy in his eyes that were reflected on the rearview mirror was petrifying enough as it is. You sat and stared out the window and think about Adrian. Was he home yet? Did he try to call or text you? What would he do when he realizes you weren’t home? You couldn’t help but think that this morning was possibly the last time you’d ever see Adrian. God, you missed him already. You prayed to whatever God was listening that he would save you and your son soon.

Please Adrian, please do something. I love you.

The soft hum of the engine made your eyes feel droopy. You tried your best to stay awake but it was nearing midnight and the jet lag was still encompassing you so the fight in you to stay awake resolved. You gave in to the lethargy with Nathan dozing on your lap.

You were woken up by a shake on your shoulder and you found Steve standing on the open door. “Get up, we’re here.”

In your still languorous state, you got out of the car hugging Nathan close. “Where are?”

The sounds of crickets saturated the ambience as only the faint glow of the moon illuminated the trees around you. There was nobody around except you and Steve -and Nathan if a three months creature counts-. You put two and two together… Did Steve take you into the woods?

“Steve, what are we doing here?”

He didn’t meet your eye or answered you but instead, he walked toward what looked like a mid-century modern wooded oasis perched on a sloping site and set on stilts. The trees blended with the wood side exterior and wraparound decks. You had no idea whose house this belonged to but it was enchanting.

“Go ahead.”

You approached the resident that was incandescent with yellow lights, giving you a little peek to the furniture inside. You hoped whoever owned this property wasn’t sleeping yet, it was literally in the middle of the night, what the hell was Steve even doing taking you to a stranger’s house?

“Steve, I really don’t think this is a good idea…” as you stood freezing on the terrace. “Can we go back now? I really don’t want Adrian to worry.”

He fumbled with a key and unlocked the entrance. “Get in.”

Your eyes scanned the room to make sure there was no one around that might bust your ass tot he police for breaching before you stepped in. Your eyes peregrinated to every corner of the interior, relishing in the smell of oak and firewood.

He then took you for a quick tour to every section of the house without saying anything that would actually straighten your befuddlement. The decorations were full of vintage and antiques. “You like it?” Steve asked.

“I mean… it’s lovely for sure.”

“Good, then that means we won’t have to redecorate.”

“Wait, wait… What?”

“I bought this house for us, sweetheart. I knew you’d love the cozy design and it’s a perfect place for Nathan to grow up in.”

“Steve, what the hell are you talking about?”

“We’ll work things out. I’ll stay here with you for the rest of the weekend and I’ll only leave when I need to work. You won’t have to worry about anything else, I’ll take care of it.”

“God, you are crazier than I thought. I’m going home.”

He stopped you by blocking the entrance door and glared. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Steve, get out of my way.”

“You are mine. That baby is my son, you hear me? This is where you belong.”

“I’m gonna call the cops.”

“With what? Your phone?” He derided. “You don’t even know where the hell we are.”

“Adrian’s gonna come looking for me.”

“No, he won’t. Because I’ve sent those pictures of you to him and to your boss, who is it? Tony Stark? And you don’t have any life to get back to. This is your life now.”

Your heart sunk. No, no, he can’t be. He promised he won’t if you did what he said, right?

“You’re lying…”

“I did. I sent it while you were snoozing in the car. Shit, I’d pay a million bucks to see the look on that asshole’s face when he realized just how much of a dirty slut his fiancee is… Well, ex-fiancee now.”

“Why would you- you promised you wouldn’t if I did what you asked me to.”

“Well, that agreement has changed,” he said it so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just pulverized the life you had built for yourself, the happiness you had stacked on a shelf that took you years to collect; a great job, a loving boyfriend, an adorable baby.

You wanted to lash out, you wanted to smack him in the face but you were too wounded by what you just heard. If you returned to Adrian and your work tomorrow, would you still even have them? Would they even accept you at all? You knew better than trying to report a powerful man such as Steve Rogers to the cops, he could bribe them, he could get a qualified lawyer. He could also make you lose the battle you never wanted to be a part of even if you were the victim, he could easily paint you as the mentally unstable woman that wanted to blackmail him for money.

The media had never captured pictures of you sneaking out of Steve’s apartment. Steve never took you for a stroll in the park or Sunday brunch because that’s all you were; a secret. Steve never wanted to be seen with you and Steve never wanted to share you with the world for whatever reason. Steve didn’t mind being photographed by models and other film stars, but not you. And now, he wanted to keep you in this little vault or calaboose so that you’d never escape and the traces of your history would be erased forever from the world’s memory.

Because Steve Rogers was no longer the man you used to ride around the bicycle with during the summer or the scrawny romancer you used to know, but he was a selfish man, a man with enough ego and ego to completely metamorphosed himself into whatever he wanted to be, no matter how ruthless and perilous that person he is. And now here you were, a mere object for him to assert his powers on, and you knew it wasn’t because of his love for his son or for you, but simply because he always got his way. Always.

“Now you can stay here, accept your new life with me and raise Nathan together, or you can face the disgrace that your fiance and your boss see you as. You think he’s gonna let you come back to his house? You think your boss is gonna shrug it off and let you come back as if nothing happened? No. You’re dispensable, and one way or another, you’re gonna come back to me. Even if you don’t, I’ll find a way to make you.”

“Why me? You could have every other woman in the world… Why me, Steve?”

“Because you think that you can repudiate me… You can’t. You think you can take away control from me… You can’t,” he gritted. “Not a single person in the world can.”

The tears in your eyes fell the floor as your legs wobbled. “Now, let’s not keep our son awake any longer yeah? Put him to bed. And then… You can be the good housewife you were meant to be and perform your duties.”

So he led you to the nursery room and you put Nathan in the crib. You wanted to fight, you wanted to reach that door and run… Even if you don’t know where you were going, as long as you could escape from this maniac. But you knew better than running away to in the middle of nowhere at midnight, in the cold with your son. You also knew better than thinking that Steve wouldn’t do whatever he could to get you back under his feet… so what was the point in countering anymore? Men like Steve Rogers always wins.

After you put Nathan to sleep, he led you to the master bedroom and ordered you to strip. The routine revokes old memory. “Get on your knees,” he commanded as he sat on the edge of the bed, like a king waiting to be served.

You did as he says and stood between his spread legs. “Take off my pants.”

You unzipped it and pulled it down along with his briefs. “Good girl, now, open.”

You parted your lips, wide enough to fit him and circled your tongue around the tip. Just like you used to because he liked the buildup and you knew it better than anyone. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged on it harshly then inched himself back deeper into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his girth as he hit the back of your throat each time he went back in.

“Ah fuck, I’ve missed that sweet mouth of yours…” He picked up the pace and you looked up to him. His face contorted in pleasure while you were feeling anything but. You feel repulsed, you wanted to push him away but you couldn’t. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of your mouth around him and threw his head back.

He moaned as he controlled your movement faster, trying to get himself off. Your eyes teared up as you looked up at him, and his cock throbbed. He climaxed deep inside your mouth as he kept your head down so every drop that he had was spilled down your throat. He kept you there until he had no more to offer and then he pulled himself out. “Get on the bed, ass up, face down.”

You followed his command and waited until you could feel him kneeling behind you. “Just like old times, huh?” He chuckled. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging your clit and then he invaded your body through your entrance. “Shit, you’re still so fucking tight. Did that asshole ever fuck you at all?”

You didn’t answer but moaned instead as you could feel him stretching you like he used to. And no matter how many times he had fucked you, you never truly got used to it. Adrian’s face came in flashes; you recalled how he made love to you, how gentle he would be with you and how intimate your lovemaking session was, a stark contrast to how Steve would treat you. You also compared their sizes, Adrian was average compared to Steve. Whenever Steve entered you, it always felt like an intrusion, an unforeseen attack, rather than your fleshes weaving into one.

He retracted himself and then pushed back in brutally and you whined. He held onto your hips in a bruising grip, as he pounded into you because he was never one for a tender start; he only had wanted to get himself off and that was it. “Does he fuck you this good? Bet you think of my dick when he fucks you.”

Your body jolted every time he jerked himself forward and he groaned and grunted. He hammered into you relentlessly and incessantly, causing you to clench around him. The wetness made squelching noises as you could feel your impending orgasm approaching, forming a dam inside you that was ready to break any second now. He sped up and he screamed in pleasure as the coil inside you broke, you reached your peak at the same time and he buried himself deep inside you, spilling every drop that he had deep in your womb.

“Bet that British asshole doesn’t even make you cum, huh? And I know you always fake it to get him off you.” He sneered as he detached himself from you and got off the bed to clean himself off to the bathroom.

You laid there in the same position, feeling voidness creeping up your heart like you once were; unwanted and alone. Steve had stripped you of your pride, dignity and honour once and even after you managed to climb out of that pit, he found a way to drag you back down once more and locked you under.

And there was nothing else that you could do except accepting your fate as his perpetual prisoner, living under the corruption and unforgiving authority of Steve Rogers. You could only hope that once Nathan is grown enough, you could somehow sneak him out of this confinement to live a much better life and eschew himself from turning into the monster that his father is.

[shamsgoddess]

@ofgentleresolve​:  ‘ 96 ‘ for  the Spotify 100  starters

  “  I  want  them  to  know  it's  me  !   It's  on  my  head  ! ”   Aurora  sulked,  she  seemed  to  be  a  little  too  distraught  for  a  mere  prank  idea  being  stolen.  Her  lips  curled  into  a  petulant  pout  causing  her  to  resemble  an  irritable  pomeranian.   “  Can  you  believe  it,  Mana  ?  How  dare  that  big  lump  steal  my  prank  idea  ?   It  was  me  !   Me,  me,  me  ! ”   Suddenly,  she  turned  to  the  companion,  an  impish  sort  of  glimmer  lighting  up  those  dark  eyes.   “  Want  to  help  me  prank  Gus  for  stealing  my  prank  idea  ?   I  don’t  think  bribing  you  with  jello  would  work.  But  you’re  amazing  Mana,  and  you’re  like  the  Rory  to  my  Lorelai  or  the  Monica  to  my  Rachel   —   I  don’t  know  who  those  people  are  I’ve  never  watched  any  of  those  shows,  ”   a  shrug  as  she  waved  it  off.

  “  So  you  in  ?   What  do  you  have  to  lose  ?   I  might  just  make  your  afternoon  real  interesting  ! ”

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.4

Part 4 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi​ @oikawalmart-hq​ @extrasugafree​ @bbykiyoomi​ @apricotjihyo​ @simpformiya @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

“How is she?” Todoroki asked as he witnessed the scene before him.

None of them were expecting your quirk to go rampant for a few seconds. Being kept under surveillance, it was a miracle that UA signed the papers to let Recovery Girl be in charge. With your quirk’s sudden outburst, a good portion of her office was now upside down. The closest bed to yours was flipped over, the machine monitoring your vital signs now rested on the floor, and the window separating you from the rest now torn into shreds.

“Her vitals are still normal.” Recovery Girl said as she fixed the machine. Making sure that everything was as it was, she sighed and stared at your sleeping body. In all her years as a nurse, this would have to be the first time she would experience this. “Todoroki-san. Your father’s lab sent me some EEG results. I went over them a few hours ago.”

Todoroki nodded. His fist slowly balling.

“It perplexes me.” She pointed her index at you. “Her brain activity shows no sign of being in a commative state. In fact, it’s the opposite. The results told me that her brain is as active as ever.”

“Then why is she sleeping?” Bakugo asked. All this time he had been quietly observing. “If this extra’s brain is acting up, why the hell isn’t she responding?”

“I still have to run a few tests. And maybe call a few colleagues. It’s only been the second day, with a quirk like hers, it may be normal for her body to remain in a constant state of consciousness.”

Deku was about to speak up till he saw the faint glow of yellow on your palms once more. Everyone in the room prepared and distanced themselves from your sleeping body but nothing extreme happened. Staring at how the glow was steady and disappeared after a few seconds, collective hums and tiny gasps filled the room. With nothing happening next, Recovery Girl motioned for the three boys to leave.

Inside the classroom, everyone was waiting for the doors to slide open. When it did, everyone began bombarding them with questions till Bakugo finally yelled at them to shut their mouths. Commanding Todoroki to tell them, the half and half boy began.

“Recovery Girl said that (y/n)’s brain doesn’t show signs of being in a coma.”

“The girl’s quirk went haywire in the clinic. Either she’s sleep fighting or her quirk is getting out of control. You two were handed a mission, right? What exactly happened half and half? You hidin’ somethin’ or shit?”

“Kacchan, Todoroki-kun already explained what happened.” Deku tried to calm down the angry pomeranian. It worked but he received a snarl. Looking at Todoroki, Deku asked. “You’ve known her longest, do you think she’ll be okay?”

“She was in pain when I last saw her conscious. It angers me that there’s nothing much I can do but to hope that she’ll recover.”

~

Meanwhile, in another dimension, you were now preparing the gym with Yukie and Kaori. Dragging the cart out, you had been assigned to take care of the volleyballs. Pumping and making sure that there was enough air in them, you felt glad for the mini work out. It had been too long since you last worked out and even this amount was barely enough to maintain your body.

Asking a member, he hesitantly agreed into letting you become the new ball boy.

“(y/n)-chan? You sure you wanna be incharge of the balls?” Konoha asked.

“Yeah. There’s more than enough managers and it would be good exercise for me.” It was a shocker that Konoha even talked to you. Among the team, he was one of the few people you didn’t bother to research about. All you knew was he could cheer Bokuto up and that was that. Satisfied with your reply, you watched as he excused himself and walked back to begin his warm up.

At the end of the day, your body was far from sore. Not even an increase in your heart rate. Though, you did sweat but only due to the heat the gym radiated. Now that you were inside the girl’s locker room, you stretched your limbs only to be left unsatisfied.

“You moved and caught the balls like there was no tomorrow yet you barely broke a sweat.” Kaori commented as she took her shirt off. Yukie chimed in and agreed with the statement.

“I used to work out a lot back in Musutafu.” Taking your shirt off, the two girls gasped at the sight of your toned body. It had only dawned you that this would be the first time you were changing with them. You always made it a habit to enter the gym earlier than the others.

“Were you in a gang? Why do you have a lot of scratches on your body, (y/n)?” Yukie took a step closer and feasted on all your small battle scars.

Mentally cursing that you did not think this moment through, you chewed on your inner cheek and tried to think of an explanation.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m a clutz, Yukie-san.”

“A big one at that.” She pointed to a particular one. The most painful one of them all. Running from your shoulder to the tip of your breastbone, the memory of Toga digging her knife across your skin made you shudder. Seeing how you shuddered, Yukie felt guilt for intruding such personal space.

“It’s fine, Yukie-san~ No need to apologize.” You stopped her before she could speak. “Those were just… tough times ya know? But, this doesn’t hurt or even affect me that much anymore.”

“Well, you better get dressed quickly,” Kaori commented as she giggled. “Akaashi-san just sent you a message saying he’s waiting by the gate.”

Changing quickly, you could feel the stares behind you.

“Nothing is going on, okay? We’re just neighbors.” You pouted with your eyebrows furrowing.

“So you mean to say, you have the strength to walk past his beautiful face?”

“Yes, Kaori-san.” You replied with a deadpan voice. Yes, you admired him during the first day here in this dimension but that was it.

“And that none of those athletic boys caught your attention?”

“None at all.” Shrug.

The two girls shared a quiet giggle. Squinting your eyes, you stared at them till they waved you off and told you to have fun on your walk back home with the setter. Now that you were walking towards the gate, you checked up on your quirk once more. The pulling sensation was a little stronger, the glow a little brighter, but no significant changes. When you saw Akaashi leaning on the wall, his gunmetal blue eyes looked silver under the moonlit night.

“Shall we?”

“Yeah.”

The walk began and it was wrapped in silence once more. But, this time, the silence was comfortable. It gave you enough time to gather your thoughts. Every now and then, you would ask a school related question to the setter and immediately a response was given. Passing by a cafe, your eyes were glued to the (favorite pastry) being showcased. On record time, your stomach sang and your cheeks turned red.

“You hungry?” Akaashi asked as he stared at the (favorite pastry). “I don’t mind eating dinner out. The food this cafe offers is pretty tasty.”

“Can we?” A wide grin formed on the corners of your mouth. When he nodded his head, you grabbed on to his hand and dragged him inside the cafe. The scent of brewed coffee accompanied by the soothing melodies of soft jazz reminded you of Kiri and Bakugo’s study sessions.

Bringing him to the counter, Akaashi’s eyes focused on both your hands. There was no spark now, but this time a small pulling sensation took its place. Judging that it might have been the effects of practice he brushed it off and enjoyed the warmth your hold had to offer.

“I’ll have pasta and a slice of that (favorite pastry) please!” The giddiness in your voice made the cashier smile.”What about you, Akaashi-san?”

“Caesar salad and a pork chop.”

Offering to pay for the food, you let go of his hand and fished out your pocket. It wasn’t too expensive and the money your o-mother gave you was slowly piling up. Getting the number, you pointed to a small booth that had enough privacy the two of you would appreciate.

“Do you eat here a lot, Akaashi-san?”

“Not quite.” The way he sat down was very proper compared to yours. Though he didn’t really mind. “I do like their latte’s here. What about you, Firecracker?”

“Firecracker?” You raised a brow and your palms began to sweat.

“Have you eaten here before?”

“Nope. This would have to be my first time.” Your eyes scanned the decoration. It was homey and rustic. The lights above you looked as if the designer had a lot of glass bottles at home. “You’re pretty good at dealing with Bokuto-san’s personality.”

“Barely. I just grew up with him.”

“Were you in the volleyball club in middle school?”

“Yeah.” He began to play with his fingers. “But my teammates weren’t as dedicated. What about you?”

“Well, I didn’t join any club.” You placed your elbow on the table and rested your chin on your palm. Your stare glued to the boy sitting across you. “But I did like aiding the support department from time to time. They built some pretty interesting gears that helped me and my friends cope with the curriculum.”

“Gears?” The look of confusion was amusing. It was subtle but clear.

“Yeah.” You smirked. “UA was pretty brutal when it came to subjects. Being in 1-A was interesting and the smallest trip caused a lot of chaos. It was fun, scared the shit out of us, but the experience was worth it.”

“You’re talking as if you have special abilities.” His eyebrow was the one raised now. The playful glimmer in your eyes evident.

“Are you saying I’m not special, Akaashi-san?”

“I never implied that, (l/n)-san.”

The both of you stared each other down for a while. Being with Akaashi in a private booth was a different experience. His extra shirt was a little loose on him, thus hiding his well formed shoulders. A little sad, you had to admit. Being given the opportunity to stare at his face, you had to give him praise. He really was gorgeous despite looking a tad tired from the heinous practice.

“I’m kidding. Ya got me.” You pulled out a tissue and threw it on the table. A white flag, so to speak. “I wasn’t into sports. I was mostly in the background and focused on my studies. Boring right?”

“Far from it.” The corner of his lip curled up for the slightest bit. That small smile made your tummy feel weird and tingly.

“Indeed. I’m far from boring.” You winked. “I’m probably the most interesting person here in this dimension called Tokyo.”

“You’re rubbing ass now.”

“So the very proper and dainty Akaashi Keiji knows how to swear?” You feigned surprise and couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the words he had just said.

“Ass is not a swear word, (l/n) (y/n).”

“You’re right. It’s something you're blessed with.” Fuck. You got carried away. Biting your tongue and clearing your throat, the food finally arrived. Hopefully he’d let it slip and just enjoy the meal. “ANYWAY~ Thanks for letting me drag you in here.”

“My pleasure.”

The meal was pleasant and the embarrassment of complimenting his ass forgotten. Yet, the feeling of finally telling someone about a few things back home was a huge weight off your shoulders. Having to bottle up so much knowledge that you’re a complete stranger in this world was straining.

Akaashi noticed it too. How your shoulders relaxed and your features as well indicated that you had just taken a load off your problems. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he was pretty sure that there was more to what you had just told him. Not to mention your choice of words were far from being carefully selected, almost as if it was natural to you. Swallowing his thoughts, he continued savoring the food and the enigma before him.

Now standing on the street, in the middle of your houses, you stared at the gap between the two buildings. 5 meters was your estimated distance. Not too far and not too close, a pretty standard distance based on the houses in the neighborhood.

“Thanks for walking me home, Akaashi-san.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, (l/n)-san.”

“Ya know, we might as well drop the honorifics. Neighbors, same year, same team.” You were never one to like formalities anyway. “But, I’m cool with keeping it tho.”

“In that case, I can agree with your proposal.” Akaashi now walked towards his side of the area. With his back facing you, he glanced over his shoulder and bowed. “Goodnight, Firecracker.”

Firecracker. That was more of a Bakugo thing, if you were to be honest.

But, coming from his mouth?

You were more than willing to let him call you that.

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so did ya’ll like this chapter? we now have a picture as to how our BNHA friends are doing~ Akaashi is still accepting in his line up :) comment if youd like to be a part of it!

[silverynight]

Modern Au: Newt owns a dog shelter and the mob trying run him down and put him in debt. But each time they send a goon they “ disappear”. Newt also has a man name John that comes in to help walk the dogs. He loves volunteering and Newt offers the job but John softly declines because seeing this sweet man and cute dogs is payment enough

Newt doesn't want to cry, cry means he's worrying about something and worrying means he'll suffer twice.

However, he can't stop the tears falling down his face as soon as the man leaves his shelter. Pickett, his Pomeranian, sits beside him and tries to nuzzle his leg.

"It's alright," he tells his dog as he hears the others waiting to be fed.

It's alright. He repeats to himself; he just needs to get the money the man wants and he'll leave again... For a while.

Part of him knows he should tell Theseus what's going on, after all what the man is doing is extortion; he could get arrested. But Newt knows he's just working for someone else, someone more powerful that could kill Theseus if they want to.

They could kill the dogs in the shelter as well.

Newt can't risk them. No. He should get the money; he has it. It's part of what he's been saving to keep the shelter in good condition, but he can work somewhere else to get more later.

The door opens again, for a moment Newt thinks it's another man working for the same syndicate. Because the man that walks inside looks like someone one shouldn't mess up with.

He's tall with dark hair that almost falls over his shoulders, his beard is short and his eyes are almost the same color as his hair. However, his expression is not fierce and, up close, with his very well tailored suit, he doesn't seem like he wants to hurt anyone.

"Hi!" Newt tries to wipe off his tears quickly and smiles at him.

The man nods and grins, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes. He looks lonely.

"Oh! You have come to adopt!" Newt beams, feeling better immediately; knowing that one of his babies is going to find a permanent home fills him with joy. "Come here!"

"What's your name?"

Newt blushes when he realizes he didn't even introduce himself, but he's secretly glad the man is behind him at the moment and can't see him.

"I'm Newt Scamander," he mumbles, feeling suddenly shy. He leads the man to the next room that's almost like a garden of sorts.

They both hear the excited barks coming from the doggies.

"John Wick," the man says and when Newt turns, he realizes the man is smiling and that his eyes are glimmering this time.

He looks more handsome when he smiles, Newt observes and then tries to ignore that particular thought.

John chooses a quiet pitbull that immediately wags his tail at him. They seem to have a connection.

"I can help you with the shelter," the man offers suddenly, startling Newt. "I can come to walk the dogs."

"I'm really grateful for your offer, but I don't have the money to hire some–"

"I'll do it for free," John cuts him off, looking determined.

"I can't–I shouldn't..."

"Let me help you," John takes both Newt's hands in his and Newt's blush spreads down his neck.

"A-Alright."

John comes every single day, he listens to Newt happy babble about his dogs for a while, goes to take a few for a walk and always brings a pastry or a flower for Newt when he comes back.

For a couple of days, Newt feels so happy, he forgets about the man who threatened him until the day for him to return comes.

He asks John not to come that day and doesn't give him explanations; he can't think about anything else and doesn't have the energy to lie.

He waits, with the money ready behind the counter, but the man never comes.

At night, just before he starts closing the place, John walks in. He brings Newt a pastry from Jacob's bakery and asks him if he's alright.

"You didn't have to... I said you didn't need to co–"

"I was worried," John admits, but doesn't ask him anything. He strokes Newt's cheek and the redhead leans closer to him.

Newt notices a dark spot on John's suit and when the man follows the direction of his gaze, he smiles or at least tries to.

"Wine," he says as a some sort of explanation, but Newt doesn't care about that at the moment.

He starts making sure everything is in order while John waits for him at the entrance.

"Have dinner with me," he says and Newt accepts in a heartbeat because he doesn't want to be alone just yet.

The days pass and the man who asked Newt for money never comes back and the redhead thinks, relieved, that he or perhaps his boss, probably forgot about him.

***

Kofi / Patreon

[ravenloon]

Smitten: Haywire (Chapter 4)

Tommy pulls up into the driveway just as the sun was starting to set. Nikki is snuggled in a happy little ball in his new sweater, snoring softly.

Lee smiles, shaking him gently. His hair bounces around his lax, sleepy face, somehow making him look cuter.

Tommy giggles, shaking him harder,"Niiikkkiiiii, we're hooommme~"

The bassist sits up and ever so gently wraps his arms around Tommy, nuzzling his neck.

Tommy's heartbeat quickens as he carries Nikki to the front door. He feels tingles shooting down his spine at the feeling of Sixx's hot, sweet breath on his skin.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' His mind starts wandering as he walks in the door, turning sideways so Nikki would fit.

What would it be like to feel those full lips mark his skin?

What would it be like to to squeeze and rub those gorgeous, dirty hips?

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind,'What the hell am I thinking?! Nikki's my friend...at least...I hope he is...'

Mick walks out...more so stumbles, shirtless with his jeans undone,"Wh...when did you get back..?" He has a lovestruck, drunken look on his face.

Tommy stares him up and down.

"What? Vince is amazing with that cock of his~?" Mick practically moans through his gushing. Vince comes out, thankfully fully dressed and refastens his lover's jeans,"How many times have I told you to wait until I redress you?! You're always too delirious to do it yourself!"

The blonde peers over Tommy's shoulder,"Aww, you got him a new sweater! He loves sweaters!"

Tommy smiles fondly,"I can tell. But...it wasn't the best getting it."

Mick and Vince exchange worried glances. Mick walks over knelts down beside Nikki and runs his hands through his hair. Tommy feels that strange pang in his gut as he watches Mars' friendly PDA towards Nikki.

He feels his blood boil, his mind clouding over.

'Don't touch him like that.'

'Stop.'

'You have a boyfriend.'

'He. is. mi-'

"-MY! TOMMY!"

Tommy spins around, towering over Vince,"WHAT?!"

Vince gets right back up in his face, growling,"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO SLAUGHTER MY BOYFRIEND?!"

Tommy freezes, noticing Mick staring at him. The raven looks almost scared of him, blue eyes wide and filling with tears.

Tommy finally feels the sharp pains in his palms and realizes he was clenching his fists so hard his nails had drawn blood. His jaw is tight and his muscles are tense.

But he doesn't care,"Stop fucking looking at him like that!"

Mick glares icily,"Like what?! I'm comforting my friend!"

Tommy walks to stand over him, feeling lava in his veins," Well you seem to be getting awfully handsy with your friend!" He says the word friend with an irritatingly fake sweetness.

Mick replies, equally condescending,"Ooohh! What're you gonna do about it? It's not like I'm groping him or trying to fuck him!"

Mars stands up, sneering at the drummer. Even with their immense height difference, the guitarist still manages to match Tommy in intimidation.

The raven pouts artificially,"Whaat? Did something happen while we we're gone? Did someone try to seduce your precious little fuck toy?"

That's when Tommy snaps. He rears his hand back, white hot rage consuming him, and slaps Mick hard across the face.

Mick screams out in pain, and cowers away, covering his face. That sets Vince off beyond the edge.

He grabs Tommy the shoulders and slams him against the wall," DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT!?"

Tommy pales, his actions finally coming to him,"I-I...I...."

The look Vince gives him is burning with hatred as he clenches a hand around his throat, screaming,"I SAID DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!"

Nikki jolts awake at Vince's furious screaming, looking sacred half to death when he sees the source of the sound.

He nearly trips over Mick in running to his bandmates. He yanks Vince back and shakes his head wildly green eyes bright with horror.

Mick screams, somewhat in anger but mostly in fear,"Guys, stop! Stop! You're scaring us!"

Vince freezes, as does the rest of the band. The only sound in the room is Tommy's pathetic choking. That is until Vince abruptly lets go of the drummer, sending Lee crumbling to the ground in a painful coughing fit.

Nikki drops to his knees next to Tommy, frantically checking him for injuries.

Tommy rubs Nikki's back, coughing softening," I'm okay, Sixx.... I'm okay..."

Mick glares at Vince, who's staring remorsefully at Tommy,"You should be sorry! That was un-fucking-necessary!"

Vince whips to face him, eyes blazing," He fucking slapped you!"

Mick shoots back,"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM!"

Vince screams back,"FUCK OFF, YOU CRIPPLED BITCH!"

Mick's blue eyes widen, filling with tears.

Nikki and Tommy glance between the fighting couple.

Mick's voice is shaking,"Wh-what did you call me...?"

Vince gasps, horrified,"Oh-Oh, sweetheart!"

He wraps his arms around Mick as Mars starts crying, tears rolling down his face,"Oh, Mick! I'm so sorry! I...I-It just slipped out! I would-I didn't mean to-fuck, I'm so sorry!"

Mick shoves Vince away hard enough for the singer to fall back on the couch and flees down the hall, teeth clenched to hold in his sobs.

Mars' door slams, followed immediately by silence.

Nikki's lips curl into a snarl and he signs angrily,' Vince what the fuck?! Why would you say something like that?!'

"I...I need to go out for a drink....calm down a little,"Vince scrubs his hand over his face, ignoring Nikki's vexation.

The singer grabs his keys and walks out the door, head bowed, blonde locks forming a curtain over his face.

Tommy swallows thickly ," Nik, does...does this happen a lot...?" He rubs his throat, wincing as he presses on the bruises that would no doubt become darkened the next day.

Nikki fishes out his notepad,'No...they're always showering each other in love. Sometimes it gets sickening. I honestly don't know what set Vince off like that.'

Tommy sighs,"And I can hear Mick crying...poor guy..."

'Let's give them time to cool off. I'm sure Vince just overreacted, right?' Nikki scribbles, eyes glimmering with uncertainty.

Tommy nods,"Yeah....yeah...right. Do you think I should talk to Mick?"

Nikki reverts to signing as he shakes his head,'Give him some space....just for a bit.'

Tommy looks around, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly," Alright well....what would you like to do then, Sixx?"

Nikki pokes the drumsticks sticking out of Tommy's pocket. Tommy smiles and twirls them," You wanna jam together?"

Nikki nods and runs off to his room to get his bass, Pomeranian hair fluffing with his movements.

Tommy grins, feeling springy himself as he jumps up to set up his kit

[maxe-mini]

Pretty Blue Eyes

A/N- Hey there! So this is my first ever full written fanfic, atleast one I’m going to post on tumblr. I had a lot of fun writing this, in fact, I finished it in a d a y sjgjsdb so yeah. This is gonna be an OC x Bakugou oneshot(?) Im not sure if its a oneshot bc I might make a follow up in thhe future, it depends. Anywayyyy, yeah! If you want details on who my OC is, her name is Kano Amaya(Last name, first name). I’ve posted plenty of art I’ve made of her on this blog, which can be found on my pinned post, which also happens to have the link to her wiki on Amino. Give it a read if you’d like! Now onto the fanfic! :DD 

Taglist: @deephasoceanmagic​ @kuroshin15​

Warning: Lots of cursing(I mean it has Bakugou in it), small mentions of blood and nosebleeds, overworking, passing out 

A/N- dw this is actually just soft and ‘angry pomeranian is angry bc he has feelings lmaoooo’

This wasn’t the first time it’s happened, but that didn’t mean it pissed him off any less. For the sixth time these past few days, his eyes had managed to wander right back to her. Dark blue hair tied into two low pig tails that seemed to always flow through the air just the right way as she moved. Cold yet mystical blue eyes that he could constantly feel himself drowning in. Fair skin dusted with soft freckles that he craved to touch. F u c k. He was absolutely smitten by this girl and he did not like it one bit. Those goddamn pretty blue pupils suddenly met his, and he stared back-even that was a competition to him now-forcing a scowl on his face. The girl merely raised an eyebrow before returning back to quietly eating her food, the chatter around her seeming to be uninteresting.

Bakugou scoffed, finally returning his own crimson eyes to his curry, practically stabbing a piece of meat with his fork as if it had personally wronged him, earning a few concerned glances from his- he did NOT want to call them friends- classmates. Only the sound of utensils clattering with plates could be heard around their table, which surprisingly only served to piss off the ash-blonde haired boy even more. “What?” He spat out, looking up to see Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari staring at him, their eyes practically answering his question.

“You doing alright man? You seem… more angry than usual.” Kirishima was the first one to speak up, his small eyebrows furrowing up in worry. “Did Kano do something?” Sero followed. Turns out that was a big mistake. Just hearing her name sent a jolt of electricity through his spine, and for a second he thought Kaminari had a death wish.

Bakugou growled. “That’s none of your fucking business.” He didn’t shout, he didn’t scream, he didn’t even let a single small explosion go off on his palm like he usually did as a threat. The ash-blonde boy only returned to his food, and it seemed his words were enough to stop any more questions from his peers. Good. Atleast they knew what was good for them.

 It hadn’t always been like this.

Bakugou stared at the ground, the angriest, most frustrated frown anyone had ever seen on his face. His classmates stared at him in concern, knowing exactly why he was so full of rage, yet none of them knew how to help. He’s always been difficult to deal with. None of them wanted to risk trying to comfort him, knowing that would possibly make him even more upset.

He was silent, his hands shoved into his pockets and his posture slouched. He had failed the Provisional Licensing Exams, and he was feeling no less than pissed about it. He knew it was because of his ‘harsh language’  towards the victims- if you could even call them that, they were all actors after all. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Before he could mope around even more, a delicate, dainty hand suddenly wrapped around his arm and forced him away from his thoughts as they pulled him to the back of the bus. People were apparently still collecting their things and everyone had time to chat with each other before having to eventually get back to school- not that he himself was interested in doing that. His frown faded away to surprise before he noticed who it was. Kano. 

The scowl edged itself back onto Bakugou’s face as he stared at her, yet for some reason, he didn’t move. He let her bring himself here, and for some god forsaken reason, he wanted to hear what she had to say. 

Those blue eyes pierced through his soul, as if analyzing every bit and piece of who he was. It took a fair amount of his will power not to back away, only staring back, hoping his gaze was as intense as hers. 

“Bakugou.” Her voice was firm. It always was, whenever she talked, which was a rare occasion. The boy in question didn’t answer, only raising his eyebrow in response. 

“I know you’re upset about the Licensing Exam.” She continued, her expression unchanging, staring at him in stoic honesty, and he could not-for the life of him- pinpoint what she was feeling at the moment. 

“No shit. I don’t want your pity.” Bakugou spat back, his words laced with venom. If anything made him angry, it was pity from other people. He didn’t need anyone’s fucking help. He wasn’t weak. 

“I don’t pity you. In fact, I look up to you, and I whole heartedly believe that you will receive your Hero License after the training course with ease.” Kano wasn’t startled at all by his profanity. She only stared at him through those unreadable eyes which he always managed to get lost in. 

Bakugou’s own crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise. That wasn’t what he expected. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know HOW to answer. This was not something he expected from someone like her, especially when he considered her competition, along with Half and Half and Ponytail. 

“So stop moping around. You know you’re strong. You know you’ll be fine, so go kick some ass at that training course.” For the first time since he’d seen her in the entrance exam, she sweared. Not only that, the corners of her lips curled up into a soft, confident smile, her faintly freckled cheeks glowing an equally soft pink along with it. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her with any other expression except for the one she always wore, unchanging and unreadable. She had her hands to her hips and looked so uncharacteristically bold. 

Bakugou could only stare. He’s been doing that way too much now, but he had nothing to say. He didn’t expect ANY of this from Kano. The ash-blonde haired boy was thoroughly taken by surprise. 

'That smile looks nice on her.' 

The thought made him blink rapidly, startled by his own mind. What the fuck? What the fuck was he thinking about? 

After a few seconds of silence, possibly as Kano patiently waited for his response, he formulated a reply. 

“You’re goddamn right I will.” He grinned. The same confident grin that brought terror onto those who were up against him. 

Seeing him back to his normal state seemed to have made Kano much more glad, as her smile only widened. F u c k. That smile could kill people. Bakugou barely managed to hold back incoming heat that was threatening to expose itself on his face, and he hoped to god that the girl in question couldn’t hear his rapid heartbeat. 

Before any of the two could say something, a voice pulled both of them right out of their thoughts. “Hey, where’s Kano and Bakugou?” It was Shitty Hair. Of course it would be Shitty Hair. 

The ash-blonde haired boy walked away, not waiting for whatever Kano was going to say next, assuming she had any. The glimmer of wild confidence had intensified in his eyes, and he was feeling pumped up. He would never admit it, but what she said helped. 

The ride back home was a blur after that. Thoughts of the upcoming training course flashed through his mind, interrupted by a few images of Kano’s smile. It irritated him to the core.

Bakugou grimaced at the memory, knowing that that was the start of when he started thinking of Kano as more than just a rival, and let himself scream a battle cry as he released a massive explosion onto an equally massive boulder, resulting in it having a big gaping hole in the middle, the little bits and pieces of rubble all but strewn about behind it. 

The ash-blonde haired boy huffed. Class 1-A had been given time to train in Gym Gamma, and he’d been releasing all his frustrations on these rocks. It was working atleast, but now he was tired and his wrists has a dull ache in them. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been destroying these stones, but he assumed it must’ve been a little over an hour. A few of his classmates had already gone back to the dorms, presumably to rest. He scoffed at the thought. 

One of the students who hadn’t gone back though, was one of the sources of his frustrations. Kano was currently heaving up an ungodly amount of water, her expression visibly strained, yet it was still stoic. It reminded him of Half-and-Half in a way, but he shook away the thought before he angered himself even more.

He jumped off the concrete platforms to get himself a bottle of water, panting as he noticed he was a little out of breathe. His crimson eyes followed her dark blue figure as her wrists flicked the other way and the liquid which she was floating in the air instantly formed into large icicles. Bakugou’s vision narrowed. 'She’s gotten faster at doing that.' 

A part of him was threatened and annoyed at her rapid improvement, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride for his classmate. He shoved the thought away, continuing to watch her movements closely. Her back was to him, so he didn’t notice the blood that was flowing down her nose. 

Kano threw her torso forward, following her arms, causing the large icicles to pierce through the boulder infront of her, the force of her control and the amount of ice she had enough to absolutely decimate the huge rock. As soon as the icicles went through, they melted back into water, and the girl immediately put the liquid right back into its containers which were from god knows where- Bakugou assumed it had been provided to her earlier before they all started training. 

Suddenly, Kano’s knees buckled, and soon she was on the ground. The ash-blonde boy blinked in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet before his legs led him right to her. Her eyes were closed, and he saw the blood that was coming from her nose slowly pool down onto the concrete. Once again, for the first time, Bakugou saw her with different expression on her face. She was in pain. 

Before he could think about what he was doing, he wrapped his toned arms around her body, carrying her bridal style. She didn’t move or resist, and Bakugou concluded she had passed out. What the fuck happened? One moment she was destroying rocks left and right, her strength shining through even when she was just training, the next she was unconscious and experiencing a nosebleed? Did the dumbass overwork herself?

 Aizawa had been watching from a distance, his tired eyes twitching in irritation. He had heard about how Kano’s bad habit of overtaxing herself in her training, but he didn’t expect her to do it now, not in UA of all places. The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an annoyed sigh, walking over to his students- he’d have to talk to her about this later- before he noticed the Bakugou had already gotten to her. Huh. That’s unusual. 

“Bakugou. Bring Kano to Recovery Girl. That’s enough for the day for all of you. It’s getting late.” He instructed, his hands in his pockets as he looked around at the few others who were still training. His voice was loud enough to hear for the ones nearby, and the ones from afar seemed to get the message as they saw their peers suddenly stop what they were doing. Good. They’d gotten better at listening. 

He expected his ill-tempered student to put up atleast a little bit of a fight. Tell him it wasn’t his responsibility if his dumbass classmate worked themselves past the point of consciousness, but he got none of that. Bakugou merely nodded- although the teacher caught that his mouth was stretched into a thin line and his eyebrows were formed into a near v-shape- and ran to the front door. 

Aizawa was a bit surprised, although he didn’t let it show on his face. It seemed this problem child had changed much more than he thought he had. 

Bakugou’s arms were stiff against Kano’s body, effortlessly carrying her to the infirmary, which was a good distance away. He should never have decided to carry her when he saw she passed out. If he hadn’t, Aizawa wouldn’t have told him to bring her to Recovery Girl.

He was thoroughly annoyed, his teeth grating against each other as he forced himself not to pop a few small explosions on his palms, not wanting to harm his classmate accidentally.

The ash-blonde boy wasn’t angry because he had to bring his classmate to the infirmary. No. He was angry because of the goddamn heat in his cheeks that just won’t go away. He was angry because of the annoying ass beating in his heart that was pumping at a rate that couldn’t be explained by adrenaline. It was far too fast for that. Bakugou bit back a growl caused by his own frustrations, afraid he’d wake up the girl that was unconscious in his arms. Turns out he didn’t have to do that.

“…Bakugou?” That wasn’t firm. This was, again, the first time he’s heard her voice sound so… vulnerable. The ash-blonde boy met his gaze with hers, and he saw that her eyes were cloudy. Unfocused.

“Yeah, it’s me. You passed out while you were training.” He wasn’t sure why he was answering. The words just left his mouth on their own.

“Mm.” She only hummed in response, nuzzling her face onto his chest. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly now. Bakugou felt his heart beating at higher speeds than he’d ever thought possible, and he was sure she’d definitely heard it by now. Yet, she didn’t say anything, and he presumed she must’ve passed out again.

After a few minutes more of running, they arrived at Recovery Girl’s. Bakugou let himself catch his breath before he opened the door with his knee, and he was met by the old nurse’s startled gaze.

“Oh dear. What happened?” Recovery Girl shuffled over to them, wordlessly gesturing towards a hospital bed for Bakugou to lay Kano on.

“She passed out while training. Aizawa told me to bring her here.” He watched as his school nurse got to work, checking her temperature and observing her complexion. Now that he could look at her properly, she was a lot paler. What the fuck had this dumbass doing?

A soft whimper pulled him away from his thoughts, and he watched as the girl in question slowly fluttered her eyes open, looking around in a haze. Her hand instantly went to her head, and she groaned in pain. A headache?

Recovery Girl looked worried, but only silently reached for a few pills and a glass of water. “Here, drink this. It should help with the headache for a while.” He was right.

Kano didn’t say anything more, only drinking her medicine. The pain in her expression dulled, and she looked a lot more relaxed. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was that obvious, or if he’d been observing her long enough to notice these things. He hoped the latter was wrong. That would be extremely embarrassing, maybe even creepy, on his part.

A few beats of silence passed through the mostly empty infirmary, and was only interrupted by the soft tap of glass against wood as Kano set down her glass of water on the small table next to her bed.

“I’ll have you rest here for a while. I apologize for this, but I can’t trust you to go back to the dorms yet, not after what Aizawa told me.” Recovery Girl spoke first, her tone edging on strict. “What?” Her voice wasn’t firm again, and Bakugou felt his chest constrict at its softness. What was wrong with him?

“You’ve had multiple records of passing out from overworking from your previous schools. Kano, I know you want to be the best hero you can be, but this type of behaviour will not be tolerated in UA. You have to let yourself rest every once in a while. Everyone has their own limits, and you need to know yours.” The nurse scolded, which was met by visible surprise on the girl’s face, before she nodded slowly. “I understand.” Kano answered, her pitch soft, yet somehow strong. She was back.

“Good. Now rest, or do I have to tell Bakugou to hold you like earlier so you can do that?” Recovery Girl teased, her tone once again upbeat. Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly as he almost choked, shoving back down the heat that was threatening to expose itself on his cheeks. He did not miss the way Kano did the same, except she wasn’t as successful at hiding her blush, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

The nurse only chuckled before she went back to her desk, beginning to work on whatever documents were on there. “I’ll tell you when you can leave. You can go to sleep if you want.”

A few beats of silence, then their eyes met. The clarity finally returned back to Kano’s pretty blue pupils as she gazed at him, seeming to be searching for words to say. Bakugou silently stepped closer to the bed, waiting.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one to bring me here, but it’s a welcome surprise nonetheless.” She finally said, and the ash-blonde boy was left to analyze what she meant by 'welcome surprise.’

“You better be grateful. Why’d your dumbass pass out anyway? You can’t be that weak.” Bakugou responded, and he internally winced at how harsh his words sounded, but he couldn’t help it. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind, nodding solemnly in response. “It seems I went a bit overboard there again. Recovery Girl was right about me having records for constantly overworking. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

Bakugou grimaced. “Well, that’s stupid.” He didn’t miss Kano’s sigh before he continued. “You don’t even need to do that. You’re already strong regardless.” That caught her by surprise, her head turning to look at him so fast he was afraid her headache would come back. “What? Didn’t expect that either?”

Her eyes were wide. “No. I didn’t but-” That smile. That fucking smile again. “Thank you, again. I appreciate it.” Bakugou wasn’t sure if her cheeks were flushed because she was flustered, or if it just came with her smile. Either way, he liked it.

“You better.” The ash-blonde haired boy let his own soft smile form on his lips, and the two gazed at each other in comfortable silence.

Maybe he won’t be that angry about this after all. 

[art-and-the-hockeys]

The Cure to Sadness

Date: May 15, 2019

Hockey Players involved: Miro Heiskanen & Jesperi Kotkaniemi

A/N: The story can also be read on Wattpad

Warnings: just some moody, moody moods

Words: 3,157

Part: 1/1

In Dallas, the skies are pure blue as the sun glows every-so-brightly. Its warm rays stream through the glass door of Miro Heiskanen’s apartment and land on Miro himself. However, even with the comfort of the sunshine, Miro stays slumped on his white sofa, eyes glazed ahead at the dormant television with sadness.

Complete sadness.

Like a machine, his hand runs through the fur of one of his Pomeranians, who cuddles up against him on his lap.

His other Pomeranian is scooped up from the wooden flooring and into Jesperi Kotkaniemi’s arms. With it, Jesperi bounds up to its owner with a toothy grin.

“What are we gonna do today in yee-haw land?” He plops himself next to him. “Are we gonna ride horses? Lasso pigs? Is it gonna be…” He sticks his face into his. “...mint?”

Miro just snaps his small, blue eyes to him. Then looks back ahead at the dormant television. “No, we’re not doing that.”

“Then...what are we doing?”

Miro stays in the same position. He blinks.

Jesperi tilts his head with concern. “Heisky…!” He pokes his shoulder. “Where’s that smile?”

Miro’s shoulders drop, along with his head. “I don’t know.”

Jesperi pulls away with realization. “Ohhh, it’s Moody Miro now!”

Miro readjusts his dog on his lap. “I guess. I don’t wanna do anything today.”

Jesperi’s eyes light up. “This calls for…!”

His voice rings off as he springs from the sofa, letting the Pomerian go, and rushes into the small kitchen. He vanishes behind the kitchen island before reappearing with a box of cake mix in the air. 

“...CAKE!” He slams the box down on the island’s surface. “Nothing takes away moodiness like a nice cake.” He cuddles with the box.

Miro peers at the scene, his eyes droopy. “Thanks, Jeppu, but...I don’t want to.”

“Wait, wait…!” Jesperi dips behind the island again and rifles through the cabinets again. This time, he reveals a container of frosting with sprinkles. “FROSTING!”

“I don’t think you should eat that.”

“Who says I’m eating this? This is for you!” Leaving the contents behind, Jesperi leaps back to Miro. 

“Because you are moody.” With two fingers, he pushes a smile up Miro’s face by the corners of his lips. “And you gotta be happy! Because if you’re moody, then—” He pulls his hands away and gives a large frown. “—I’m moody.” He slumps onto the floor. “And everything is moody.” He drops onto his stomach. “And we’re all moody.”

And Jesperi just lays down, displaying his own sadness. The other Pomeranian trots up to him and licks the side of his face.

“Miro.” Jesperi peers up at him. “Why are you moody?”

Miro keeps his eyes ahead. “It just comes.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Miro peers down at his back. Compassion forms on his face. “Okay, I guess I’ll help you bake the cake.” He then sits up, holding onto his pet.

Jesperi pops onto his feet, grabbing the dog in the process, and holds it up in the air. “Kippis!”

After placing the dog back on the floor, Jesperi darts to the kitchen and gathers all the utensils. Miro drags himself to be behind the kitchen island, completely contrasting Jesperi’s bouncing-off-the-walls excitement.

Once Jesperi lands next to Miro, Miro asks, “Okay, what’s first?”

Jesperi takes the box of cake mix and squints at it. 

Miro notices the front of the box staring at the younger Finn. “Other side.”

Jesperi turns it around and continues squinting. He then hands it to him. “I can’t read.”

With a huff, Miro reads it. “First, preheat the oven to three-fifty…Fahrenheit.”

Miro catches Jesperi about to take off to the oven and throws out, “No, I’ll do it.” He then pads past him, to the oven.

Jesperi sighs and follows him with his eyes. “Okay, what should I do?”

Miro busies himself by pressing the buttons on the oven. “Open up the box and pour the flour into the bowl.”

Jesperi’s eyes light up. He spins to the box, tears it open, and fishes for the bag. With victory, he pumps the bag of cake mix into the air before grabbing the bag with his teeth and ripping it in half over the bowl. Flour spills into the bowl and clouds up, billowing all over his face. He coughs.

Miro peers over his shoulder at the sound of his hacking. “What now?” Then with confusion, he returns to his spot and gazes at the dusty mess. “How did you open this…?” He holds up the shredded box as if it’s toxic. 

Jesperi gasps for air, waving away the flour in the air. “There were no scissors.”

Miro opens up the drawer beside him and pulls out a pair of scissors.

Jesperi halts his flailing and wheezing and stares at the tool with a powered face. “Oh.”

After putting the scissors away, Miro has to hold up a curled piece of the box to read the instructions. “Okay, now add water, oil, and eggs.” He puts down the box. “I’ll measure them out.”

“And me?”

“Clean yourself up.” Miro shuffles away. 

Jesperi wipes the flour with his shirt, only to get more flour on his face due to his shirt being full of flour. He coughs and sneezes some more.

Miro returns with the measured ingredients, including a clean rag, which he offers to the younger Finn. 

Jesperi takes it. “Kiitos.” He brushes off his face and hair. 

Miro cracks one egg. 

Jesperi pulls the rag away, his hair is messy and sprinkled with flour. His eyes widen in awe at the contents in the bowl. “I wanna crack the eggs!”

Miro pauses with a new egg in his hand. “Uh…” He holds it out to him.

Too eagerly, Jesperi slams the egg on the countertop. It splatters all over the countertop. 

Jesperi freezes at his mess. “Whoops.” He turns to him, his face growing red. “Can I...try again?”

Miro hands him another egg. “Gently. On the bowl’s edge.”

Jesperi follows his directions. The egg’s shell snaps against the bowl’s edge and allows Jesperi to split it over the bowl. All its contents slip into the bowl.

“Yes!” Jesperi tosses the egg shells aside before clapping and hopping in place. “I did it! Can I try another one?”

Miro gives him the last one. He then cleans the mess of the egg on the countertop as Jesperi cracks the last egg.

Done with his task, Jesperi drops the shells into the trash next to him and dusts his hands. “Okay, all done! Now?”

Miro peers up from wiping down the countertop. “Pour the water and oil into the bowl.” He resumes cleaning.

With glee, Jesperi takes each measuring cup and pours the liquids into the bowl. “And now?!”

Miro throws away the dirty napkins. “Mix.” He scoops up a whisk and holds it out to him. “With this. Gently.”

Jesperi takes it with a frown. “Aw...no electric whisk?”

“No.”

Jesperi stares at him with pleading, sparkling eyes. It’s a look only a cruel person would say “no” to.

Miro sighs, defeated. “Okay.” He plucks the hand-held whisk from Jesperi and exchanges it for an electric whisk. 

He plugs it in. “Start on the lowest setting. Mix it around gently.”

Jesperi bumps the switch up, turning it on. As the mixer hums, Jesperi works its spinning blades into the batter.

“Now, bump it up to a higher speed.”

Jesperi pushes against the switch with this thumb, which slips; the switch swings up to the highest speed. The flying blades send batter into the air, splattering on the walls, appliances, and the two Finns. Jesperi lets out a scream at the mayhem. Miro dives for the outlet and yanks the plug out.

And silence draws upon the kitchen. Minus the two’s panting.

“I want the normal whisk,” Jesperi finally admits.

Miro removes the electric mixer from the bowl and hands Jesperi the whisk. Jesperi finishes mixing the ingredients into a smooth batter with it.

He taps the whisk against the bowl’s edge and peers at the thick batter in the bowl. “Looks good?” He peers down.

Kneeling next to him, Miro wipes the batter off one of his Pomeranians. The two dogs are busy licking the batter off of each other. “Yeah!”

“Cool! Now?”

“Uhhh…” Miro rises to his full height and scans through the torn box. “Grease the cake pan and pour it in there.” He points to the spray can and the cake pan on the edge of the countertop. 

“Ooo, okay!” Jesperi snatches the two items and sprays the airy substance onto the pan. The two both squint as clouds form from the spray.

Jesperi finally stops. “Is this good?”

Miro gazes at the cake pan. Its inside is coated with white.

“Yeah, it’s good. Now, pour it in.”

Jesperi puts the cake pan down for the bowl and pours the batter in. His eyes glimmer at the sight. 

Miro takes a wooden spoon and scraps the leftover batter into the cake pan. 

He then places the spoon aside. “And I’ll take it to the oven.” He scoops up the cake pan and brings it over to the oven. 

Jesperi watches as he slides it into the oven, closes the door, and sets the timer. He then returns to him.

“How long is it for?” Jesperi asks with hopeful eyes.

“It said thirty-five minutes on the box.”

Jesperi cranes his head up and groans. “Ugh! That’s a long time!”

“Well, we can do something in the meantime…”

Jesperi straightens down. “Like?”

* * *

Jesperi finds himself staring at the two cute Pomeranians. Their small, black eyes shimmer as their fluffy sand and tan-colored fluffy fur add to their adorableness. Miro sits next to Jesperi on the floor of the living room, concerned.

Jesperi points to the left dog. “That’s Leo. No, no, no, no—” He points to the right dog. “—that’s Leo. And the other’s Max.”

A beat passes by.

“No, that doesn’t seem right—” Jesperi points to the right dog. “THAT’S Leo. And the other one is Max.” He presses his lips and drops his hand. “No, but he looks too old to be a ‘Max.’”

Miro gazes in helplessness.

The oven then beeps.

Jesperi’s face lights up. “CAKE!” He flies to his feet and bolts to the oven. “YES! CAKE! GIMME!”

Standing in front of it, he hops in place. Miro steps up to it and opens the door. He takes a toothpick and plunges it into the cake. 

He then pulls it out and presses his lips. “It needs five more minutes.”

Jesperi’s jaw drops, along with his excitement. “But-but-but WHY!?”

Miro shows him the batter-coated end of the toothpick. “It’s uncooked. You’ll get sick if you eat it like this. It does have raw eggs.” He closes the oven and sets the timer for another five minutes. 

Jesperi cranes his head back. “Aw man!”

Miro tosses the toothpick into the trash and turns to him. “Is there anything you want to do? Other than eating the cake?”

He throws a pointer finger in the air. “I got something!”

* * *

Sitting at the dining table, Miro scrutinizes something ahead. Across from him, Jesperi holds a small whiteboard with a proud smile. On the board’s white surface are scribbles of circles and lines.

“A...cow?”

Jesperi shakes his head.

“A...dog?”

Jesperi shakes his head again.

“A...bear?”

Jesperi shakes his head once again.

“A…”

The oven beeps.

“CAKE!” 

Jesperi drops the whiteboard and speeds to the oven. Hopping up and down like before, he watches Miro opening up the oven and testing the cake with another toothpick.

Miro pulls away from the oven and sighs. “Another five minutes.”

Jesperi halts his jumping. “WHAT?” He then collapses onto his knees and arches his body up to the ceiling. “WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO CRUEL?!”

Miro peers down at him. “It’s just cake.” He then turns to the oven and sets its timer.

Jesperi plops onto his stomach and holds onto Miro’s ankles. “AND I NEED THE CAKE NOW.”

Miro huffs and peers down at him. “Okay, what did you draw that I was guessing wrong?”

“Oh!” He springs back onto his feet. “It was you playing hockey!”

Miro slightly gapes at him. “Oh. I wouldn’t have guessed...difficult level.”

“Now, your turn?”

“Alright.”

They return to the dining table and settle in their spots. Jesperi hands his friend the whiteboard and marker.

Miro erases the whiteboard with his sleeve and sketches something. He then shows it to him.

Jesperi’s face lights up. “That’s a flower!”

Miro nods, erases, draws something else.

“That’s a star. Easy!”

Miro changes up the picture.

“That’s a cloud!” Jesperi drops his expression into concern. “Heisky, you know you’re supposed to make the drawings hard to guess, right?”

Miro erases the drawing. “Uh...well, I don’t know how to draw hard…?”

“Try to draw me playing hockey!” He flashes him a toothy grin.

“Okay…”

Having the whiteboard propped to display to Jesperi, Miro begins to sketch. 

Confusion clouds Jesperi’s face. “Uhhh...a happy flower?”

Miro eyes him. He continues drawing.

Jesperi tilts his head. “A happy...building?”

Miro looks at him, concerned. He adds onto the drawing.

“A….car standing up.”

Miro adds the final details to his drawing. “It’s supposed to be you playing hockey. You told me to draw it.”

“Ohhh...that’s right…” He chuckles in embarrassment.

The oven beeps again.

Jesperi darts his eyes to the oven, gripping onto the table’s edge. “It HAS to be ready.”

Miro gets up and strolls to the oven before opening it. Jesperi approaches him from behind. He spots the lonely, bare cake in the large, glowing oven—golden, round, and perfect to devour.

Miro takes another toothpick and inserts it into the cake. He removes it and holds it out to Jesperi.

At the sight of the clean toothpick, Jesperi gasps and pumps his fists in the air. “Yes! CAKE!”

Miro exchanges the toothpick for oven mitts, which he uses to move the hot cake onto the oven. He then takes the ripped box from the countertop and reads, “‘Wait ten minutes to cool down before frosting.’”

Jesperi groans and drops his head onto Miro’s shoulder.

* * *

To pass time, the two immerse themselves in a game of hangman. Jesperi holds up the whiteboard to Miro from across the dining table. The whiteboard shows four lines underneath the hangman station.

Miro examines it. “Uh… ‘M’?”

Jesperi writes the letter on the first line.

“Oh! ‘I’?”

Jesperi writes that down next to the “M.”

“Is that my name?”

“No…!” He writes “R” and “O” on the side and draws out the head and back.

“Oh. Uh…” Miro leans closer to it with narrowed eyes. “Oh…” He pulls away. “‘Mint.’”

Jesperi scribbles in the remanding letters to create the word “mint.” “How did you know?”

“You say it all the time.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jesperi holds out the whiteboard and marker to him. “Your turn!”

Miro takes the items and resets the game with seven words. 

Jesper’s eyes widen at the long row of lines. “Oh wow! English?”

“Yes.” Miro nods. “I can make it Finnish.”

“No, I gotta work on my English.”

“Okay.”

Jesperi rubs his chin while staring at it with pinched eyebrows. “Uhhh… ‘M’?”

Miro shakes his head. He adds an “M” on the side before drawing the head.

“Ummm… ‘J’?”

Miro includes the back after adding a “J” besides the “M.”

Jesperi drops back against his backrest of the chair. “Oh no…” He frowns slightly with determination. “Mmmm… ‘I’?”

Miro puts in an “I” on the third line.

Jesperi’s face lights up. “Oh yes! ‘N’!”

He adds in two “N”s across the lines.

“‘Finland’”!”

Miro writes in the word. “You’re good!”

Jesperi smiles ear-to-ear, rocking back and forth. “Our country is always first!” He then glances at the clock on the oven. “Is the cake ready?”

Miro takes a look at the oven’s clock. “Yeah, I guess. Let’s frost it.”

“YES!” Jesperi dashes up to the cake sitting on top of the oven. He then follows it as Miro transfers it onto a plate and brings it over to the kitchen island.

Jesperi lowers himself to be eye-level with the cake, his eyes sparkling. “Mint…!”

Miro uncaps the frosting container and hands it to him along with a frosting knife. “You can frost it.”

“FROSTING!”

Jesperi drives the knife into the container, pulls out a load of the white, fluffy goodness, and smears it all over the cake. As he cakes the bread with the frosting, the frosting makes its mark on his face, clothes, and countertop. Miro stands aside, safe from getting dirty.

Jesperi scraps the last of the frosting and works it into the frosting on the cake. The cake sits on the plate, completely covered with frosting, which is uneven and sticking up at odd places. 

Miro gives him a warm smile. “Pretty good!”

Jesperi gazes down at his work, with a proud grin. 

He then holds out the opened palate of sprinkles to him. “Sprinkles?”

Jesperi nabs it and dumps the rainbow decorations onto the cake. The sprinkles sit on the frosting as a pile.

Miro rolls his lips at it. “Okay.”

Jesperi toss the empty palate aside. “AND NOW WE—”

Miro holds out a saucer with a cake knife and fork. “—serve.”

Jesperi sighs, lowering his level of enthusiasm. “Aw.” He takes the items, cuts out a mound of cake, and plops it on the saucer. He hands it to him. “For you.”

Miro receives it with a warm smile.

Jesperi then serves himself a load of cake before picking up a fork. 

He pumps the plate up into the air and announces, “To the moody, moody moods we all go through!” He then lowers his plate, digs his fork into the mass of cake, and stuffs it into his mouth. 

Beside him, Miro eats a forkful of cake. The sweet taste of frosting mingled within the soft, fluffy texture of the bread warms him up.

A smile works its way up Miro’s face. He peers up at him. “This is perfect. Thank you, Jeppu.”

Jesperi stops his mini dance and gives him a frosting-covered smile. “You’re welcome! And the cake is mint!”

“The cake is mint.”

Jesperi shimmies his shoulders as a little dance. “Mmmm, mmm, mmm! I’m having more!” He serves himself another helping before turning to the older Finn. “You want more?”

Miro halts from taking in another forkful. “Uhhh…”

“Come on. You can never have too much cake.” Jesperi cuts out another piece of cake.

“Well, alright.” He can’t hold back his bashful smile. “I do want more.”

With a grin, Jesperi serves Miro another slice. 

And with that, they eat together without a hint of moody moods.

The End.

[goose-duck]

Ex Romance on a Bus

I waited at the bus stop. I'm on my way home after work. I can't afford a car so I have to take the bus. It started raining so I pulled out my umbrella not wanting to stand in the actual bus stop shelter as it smelled and looked disgusting, as if it were a school washroom. Eventually I see the lights of that familiar bus down the street, slowing to a stop in front of me. Bus 59, my bus, the bus I take home every day and the bus that he takes every day too. I get on the bus, sitting at the back, avoiding looking at the man I once loved. I walked past him quickly, I'm sure as per every other time he could tell I wasn't happy to see him. As i sat down at the back of the bus i see him turn his head to look at me, he doesn't stare, it's just a glance, but i don't let it go unnoticed, glaring at the back of his head for a few seconds before relaxing into my seat and pulling out my phone to pass the time.

I couldn't stop myself from wanting to look at her, that beautiful woman, the one i wanted to marry, the one i betrayed the trust of. I look back at her as she walks past me and sits down. This happens every evening as we both take the same bus home from work. I can tell by her swift walking that just like any other day, she isn't happy to see me. I don't blame her for it, i did this, i got drunk and betrayed that bond we had, i betrayed her for a woman that could never compare. I watch as she sets down, as she starts to look up, catching onto my staring I turn away, hopefully quick enough that it's possible for me to have just glanced at her.

Though just a glace that looked in his beautiful steel blue eyes, that regretful glimmer, it made my heart sting a little. All the pain he caused me, and yet he still has the audacity to look at me with such love? That man…he’ll never learn…I suppose I never will either. Just that moment of eye contact, i felt pain, but i felt that passion and love we once had, the love I held so closely to my heart, that man meant everything to me, all those years, all ended but his drunken stupidity. God I love that man, but I can't go back, not after he tore my heart out like that. I still deep down feel this pull towards him, every evening seeing him in the dimly lit bus, his curly brown hair, steel blue eyes, lightly freckled tanned skin, he's gorgeous, he looks like the love of my life, but he's no good. He can't be the one, I have to move on.

The way she looked walking down the bus aisle, i wonder, how would she have looked walking down the aisle at our wedding? She probably would have had a ball gown style dress, she always said she wanted to be a princess on her wedding day. She probably would have had her hair done up in a half up half down look, probably dyed some bright colour, her beautiful curls shaping her face, her dimples present as she smiles at me, looking at me with those seafoam green eyes, saying her vows, kissing me with her ever chapped lips…i can't believe i was stupid enough to lose her. I lost her smile, her goose-like laugh, her dark sense of humour and endless kindness. I sigh, looking down at my phone, looking at the picture we took together on our first date all those years ago. It was high school, we’d gone to a small park and had a picnic. I made lobster sandwiches, her favourite. In the picture she has this big beautiful smile, showing off the gap in her two front teeth. She always hated it, but I've always thought it's just another thing that makes her perfect.

Finally the bus gets to my stop and i get off quickly, thinking that if i'd stayed any longer i may have done something foolish, i may have broken and tried to talk to him. I made my way back to my apartment, greeting my elderly neighbour as I saw her walking her small pomeranian dog. Once in my apartment I lock the door and kick my shoes off, letting out a deep sigh and sitting on the couch. I put my head in my hands looking at the floor between my feet and began to cry. Why did I have to see him? Why does he have to take the same bus ride home, I don't know how much more of this I can take…

[chrisrainicorn]

Rules: answer 20 questions then tag 10 bloggers you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by @karathecatdragon I feel very special now lkfhj

Name: Christine

Pronouns: She/Her

Nicknames: Chris... And a few others that are reclusive to family members so they kinds embarrassing lmao

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′2 (1,58m) very short

Languages: Portuguese and English

Nationality: Brazilian

Favorite Season: I honestly have no clue? I guess fall because it’s not That Hot and Not As Cold As It Could Be lmao

Favorite Flower: Orchids! My dad used to keep them, and because they bloom basically once a year, it was a big thing when that happened

Favorite Scent: Coffee, mint, books, and for some reason, preheating ovens dkjg

Favorite Color: Purple! Then blue and turquoise follow closely behind

Favorite Animal: Hamsters!

Favorite Fictional Characters: Pyrrha takes the #1 spot no doubt! Also Weiss for RWBY. Pearl, Lapis and Peridot from SU. Clefairy is my favorite Pokemon of all time! Glimmer from She-ra. Pacifica from Gravity Falls. Makoto a.k.a Sailor Jupiter from Sailor Moon (i have a type...). Zuko, precious boi from ATLA and Bolin, precious dumbass boi, from TLOK.

I have so many more but oh well...

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: C O F F E E

Average Sleep Hours: 8 hours I guess. But lately it’s been like 10h cuz I have no limits.

Dog or Cat Person: Okok, as much as I love dogs, and would love to have a Golden and a Pomeranian or any kind of fluffy dog really, and as much as I spend some of my free time watching dog training videos, and have a bunch of art and fic related to dogs... I kinda consider myself a cat person lmao. If there’s one thing I learned while looking at this bunch of dog content, it’s that they are a lot of work, I think I would probably be too lazy to take proper care of one.

Number of blankets you sleep with: 2

Dream Trip: uhhh I don’t really have a specific place in mind. I guess I would like to visit a place where snows.

Blog Established: This one around July 2018 apparently. Tho, to be honest, I had this blog with the same username made in 2015, I stopped using it early 2017 I think. Then I just deleted the old one and started over when I wanted to use tumblr again.

Followers: 574

Random Fact: I’m binging iCarly right this second and damn I miss that show... I was really addicted when it was running, and I still have an iCarly pencil case from idk 6th grade? till this day and I still love it lskdgj aND as much as I think “Sam Puckett should have been a lesbian” is a fantastic take I also think her relationship with Freddie was the cutest shit. With that, I also think that Carly Has Two Hands. So they can all date each other!

I tag @teainthesnow, @sonofafishmonger, @silverscribe87, @its-a-gemfact, @gamedot, @marichatmas, @cream-and-five-sugars, @naturallyunstablegamer, @bloodraven55