#hello i hope this is okay!! let me know if you need anything changed c:

[multirosa]

"Oh, well, that's a fair attempt...but I can't say I know what exactly this is supposed to be..." As Navia just said, it was a fair attempt at latte art on the girl's behalf, but she couldn't at all figure out what said art was supposed to be. If she tilted her head to the left it looked like some sort of butterfly...but if tilted to the right, it resembled a bird of sorts.

Compared to her own carefully crafted latte art, Navia doesn't exactly feel comfortable giving critique so she opts for some polite tips instead. "Would you like to start over? If this is your first time, it's understandable to have shaky or uncertain hands!"

WINTERFES ACTIVITIES / silver white winters ( @lethalramifications )

[worldhell-a]

Annie knows she's awake because it's as much a hell outside as it was trapped within her own subconscious. Still it's numb. She's here, but barely. Her body had never felt so weak, never had she not been alert and cautious ... she knows what she needs to do, as a warrior, yet she's dragging along without much reasoning. Ahe wants to go home, that she knows. But, she's also tired. Unable to ignore how each step felt heavier then the last. If they had the luxury she's sure she might just go back to sleep. Then again, the thought of returning to an endless slumber kept her awake. Maybe it always would.

The end is fast approaching, but she can't find the will to care. She never had much anyway.

At his approach, Annie barely lifts her head ... when had he arrived? How long was he standing there? She can't recall. It should have surprised her, and yet, there's nothing in her that recoils, doesn't jump at the shock she should have felt. Armin, huh. The early memories of him are less vibrant to her in comparison to the familiarity of the voice she'd become accustomed to over the years. Darkness ... and then, his voice. A cruel irony in it's own way. The greatest mistake she'd made was not killing him, time and time again. Yet, she clung to those visits like a lifeline.

“ You don't need to talk to me anymore. ” When she finally speaks, it's matter of fact. There's no ill-will towards him, barely any left for most of them. No. She doesn't really care what happens anymore; but, she'll do what is needed of her, like she always had done before. And, if this shitty world allowed it, maybe she would see her father again.

Gaze flickers towards him briefly before staring off into the distance, never setting her sights on anything inparticular. “ Though I suppose even you wouldn't have known I'd be able to hear you. Otherwise, it's not very smart of you to talk so openly to the enemy. ”

@witswords ➼ starter call.

[elleloquently]

hello!!!! can i request a mini fic fluff ellie helps the reader with her swamped homeworks

| a/n : wrote this in my free time instead of.... you guessed it, doing homework. thank u for requesting <3 this is kinda short n sweet but i hope it will be enjoyed <3 this is dedicated to you anon, and everyone else who is absolutely overwhelmed w class

| c/w : self deprecating talk? kinda but not super serious. established relationship, ellie being a cute gf ): fluff central. kinda elle-coded 'cause reader cries

too soft for all of it - ellie williams

it took you a few seconds longer than usual to notice your phone ringing. you blinked heavily, tearing your eyes away from your bright laptop screen.

“hello?” you finally answered, stifling a yawn.

“babe, the fourth ring? you’re seriously giving me fourth ring treatment?” ellie’s voice was a welcomed change in place of the lectures you had been listening to all day.

"sorry els," you muttered halfheartedly. you glanced at your planner, frowning. you had been working at this assignment for hours, at this rate you were behind schedule.

"what's wrong?" ellie asked, her voice softer.

"nothing," you sniffed. "just school. tired."

"are we still hanging out today?" ellie asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. you hadn't texted her for a couple hours, ellie's first indication that something was wrong.

at her question, an irritating lump began to form at the back of your throat. you were supposed to hang out with your girlfriend today. you were also supposed to catch up on your assignments- it had been an extra busy week and you felt as though you were barely holding on. you had mapped out your week, organized which assignments you were going to complete on which day. however, some things were much harder than you had expected and your brain decided to feel blue this week instead of motivated.

not completing homework meant not seeing ellie, which was undoubtedly your final straw.

"i can't," you choked out, immediately drawing more concern from ellie. "i'm so busy ellie, and i've barely got anything done-"

"hey, it's okay," ellie soothed, automatically in girlfriend mode.

"it's NOT," you groaned, causing ellie to grimace. she felt bad listening to you on the phone, not being able to handle the sound of your voice breaking. "i haven't even started my essay yet, and i have three exams to study for, THREE ellie williams, three!"

ellie held back a laugh, clearing her throat before responding. "i know babe, i'm really sorry. is there anything i can do?"

you shook your head despite being on the phone. ellie heard rustling as you switched your phone to your opposite ear, turning your attention back to your laptop. "i can't do this anymore," you mumbled.

"yes you can, you're gonna get through it," ellie murmured, listening carefully to your uneven breathing.

"i have to drop out of school," you told ellie, rubbing your eye and trying to force the tears away.

"no," ellie disagreed. she felt bad, knowing how much you were struggling. the pain in your voice was enough to make ellie want to do anything and everything for you, but she couldn't help but smile at the dramatics.

"yes," you hiccuped. "i have to drop out of school, and m'gonna be a failure forever. my family will probably hate me and... and my eyes are gonna be fuzzy forever because i have too much homework and i can't, i can't look at my laptop anymore and my head always hurts," you cried, feeling pathetically small at how quickly your eyes welled up.

"whoa," ellie tried to keep her voice even, it was a horrible time to even let out a small chuckle. "i'm really sorry babe, it's gonna b-"

"and my stomach hurts because the dining hall food sucks, i just wanna take a hot bath so bad... everybody needs to leave me alone," you complained, trying to speak normally through the tears. "except for you," you added weakly.

"phew, glad i made the cut," ellie sighed in pretend relief, something that would normally be a quick way to make you giggle.

"ellie," you whined, pouting at your laptop screen.

"i know. how about you pack your stuff?" ellie suggested, already standing to retrieve her wallet and keys.

"weren't you listening? i can't hang out, i have to-"

"quit school and have fuzzy eyes? i hear you," ellie acknowledged. "but how about you come do those things at my apartment?"

your heartbeat quickened at ellie's offer, but you felt too defeated to take it seriously. "i can't," you cried, and ellie quickly turned up the volume on her phone. you were sniffing and your voice sounded muffled.

you rested your head on your desk, gently pushing your laptop away from you.

"you wanna stay at your dorm?" ellie questioned, already knowing the answer.

"no," you sobbed, and ellie winced.

"pack your stuff then, okay? you can come and have a nice bath, and i'll help you with everything, yeah? does that sound good?" ellie coaxed, already leaving from her front door.

"okay," you agreed meekly, standing up from your desk and looking helplessly around your room. "thank you ellie," you mumbled, wiping your tear stained cheeks roughly with your sleeve.

"don't thank me, just get ready, alright? i'll be there soon."

with promises to drive safe, you quickly began throwing everything you needed to bring into a bag. your eyes felt heavy with sleep as you packed and waited, but ellie kept her word and arrived for you as quickly as she could.

you met her at the front door of your building, bag slung carelessly over your shoulder.

with swollen lips and puffy eyes from crying, ellie’s heart lurched at the first sight of you.

"i'll trade you," ellie said in a greeting, automatically taking your bag from you and presenting you with your favorite order from a cafe down the street. you gasped in surprise, eyes welling up with tears.

"ellie," you uttered, looking to her in awe.

"what?" she asked nonchalantly, taking your free hand. "anything for my favorite girl," she told you. you trudged along to ellie's car, gasping when she opened the door for you to reveal a bundle of flowers waiting in the passenger seat.

at first you were silent, but ellie's proud smile quickly disappeared from her face when you finally choked out a sob.

"what?" she panicked, glancing wide eyed from the flowers to your face. "what's wrong?"

you stared at her, tears once again slipping down your checks. "this is so sweet." your chin wobbled as you spoke, and ellie squeezed your hand.

"it's not supposed to make you cry!" ellie rushed. "it's supposed to make you stop crying." she was partly concerned, partly amused as she watched your face contort with emotion.

"it's jus' sweet," you hiccuped, blinking slowly.

"you're sweet," ellie praised, coaxing you into the car. "c'mon, let's get you back so you can rest before you crash, we don't need you to be a crybaby and grumpy," she teased.

"hey," you frowned, sniffing the flowers that you held in your lap.

"hey," ellie repeated. "i'll help you, you're gonna be just fine."

“you’re gonna make me cry again,” you warned, sensitive but holding back a smile.

“uh oh,” ellie grimaced. “let’s get you outta here, waterworks.”

“ellie!” you exclaimed, finally breaking out into a grin.

ellie swelled with pride once you finally smiled, a feeling that carried her through the evening while she helped you get through everything you were stressed about.

by the end of the night, you were feeling much better, especially considering how the day had started.

[asteriastarr]

Hey could you please do a fem!human reader x deuce an them meeting? Like She was chasing around her baby cousin in a store, deuce for some reason was in the human world or something else is fine too

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON, sorry for the lack of oneshots as of late, I've just been busy with exams and more focused on my wattpad book. I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind or how good this is but oh well. Hope you enjoy!

Pov: Deuce meeting Human!reader in the shops when she's babysitting her cousin

“Get back here!” A voice rang out as a group of hooded people entered the store.

“Should we really all be going in here together? I feel like this may be suspicious.” Draculaura whispered.

“No, we’ll be fine,” Clawdeen reassured “Just… maybe we should split up to get the stuff we need.”

The group nodded, everyone splitting up, Deuce and Heath as one group and Clawdeen, Draculaura and Frankie as another.

“So, what exactly are we getting?” Heath asked Deuce, looking down the aisles.

“Human snacks or something.” Deuce shrugged; he’d already forgotten what had been hastily scribbled down on the paper Clawdeen had taken with them.

The two monsters walked through an aisle; Deuce however paused when he heard the same voice yell once again.

“Cockroach I swear if you don’t get back here right this minute, I’ll-”

The voice faded out as a child's giggle replaced it.

“Gotcha!” The voice exclaimed “Ow you little-”

A child rushed past Heath and Deuce, running through the aisle until a girl with H/c hair and s/c skin, appeared at the other side, blocking the child from running out of the aisle.

“Haha! Caught you!” The girl grinned, lifting the child up.

The child grumbled as the girl brought them back to their trolley, sitting them inside with their shopping, gently adjusting a scarf around the child’s neck and the jacket on the childs back.

Deuce hadn’t even realised he had been staring at the human until Heath nudged him.

“Dude, you’re staring,” Heath whispered.

“I am?” Deuce asked. “Yeah, and you still are.” Heath responded, “You know you could just be… less creepy and talk to her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… just try not to turn her to stone… or let her know you’re a, y’know, gorgon.” Heath whispered.

Deuce rolled his eyes before slowly making his way towards the girl.

“Okay Onyx, if I buy one of these for five dollars, and one of these for six dollars, how much will that cost me?” The girl asked the child, holding up two packets.

“Ten dollars!” The child exclaimed.

“Close, now add one.” She corrected.

“Eleven!”

“Yes! Good job.” She smiled, putting the packets into the trolley “And- if I hand the cashier a twenty dollar note how much change can I expect?” The child counted on their fingers.

“Nine!”

“Good job kid!” She grinned.

Just as the girl was about to move the trolley, Deuce tapped her on the shoulder.

“Uh- excuse me… miss?” He said.

She turned around.

“Oh! Hello! Did I drop something?” She asked, taking a quick glance at the trolley.

“Uh no-”

“Did you drop something?” She asked.

“No-”

“Did Onyx steal something of yours? Because I swear, I told them to stop… it’s just kind of in their nature.”

“No- uh- Onyx didn’t steal anything.” “Oh- is there some weird monster thing I should know about?” She asked.

“No- wait what?” “You’re a monster, aren’t you? I saw you walk in with the others.” She said simply, moving her trolley, Deuce quickly following behind.

“Yes, but how-”

“My cousin here is one too, half one but still a monster.” The girl shrugged.

“Oh.”

“So let me guess, the purple haired one is a half-wolf, the pink one is a vampire, the blueish one is a… mix of something, the guy you were with is uh- something related to fire, and you… judging by the hat, the small amount of hair I can see and the glasses… are a gorgon.” The girl stated, calmly continuing with her shopping.

“That is surprisingly accurate.” Deuce said in surprise.

“I know.”

“So, what about you?” Deuce asked.

“What about me?” She asked.

“What kind of monster are you? Siren? Nymph? Fairy?”

The girl gave a dry laugh.

“Uh I’m flattered but no, I am not a monster, I’m from the half of the family without monster blood.”

“Huh, really? Because I was going to guess goddess next.”

“Is this your way of flirting?” She asked.

“Depends. Is it working?”

“No. But that could change.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you flatter me enough, it might just start to work.” The girl smirked.

“Hm, well if you’re not a goddess, perhaps a demi-goddess.”

“Ha!” The girl laughed “You’re funny. Although as likely as it is, and as much I wish it were true, no, just an ordinary human.”

Deuce’s brows furrowed for a moment.

“Well then, Aphrodite must’ve been kind to you.”

“Why thank you.”

“So, what do you mean by ‘It’s likely you’re a demi-god’?” Deuce asked.

“Uh, never met my dad, mother died when I was little, grew up with Onyx’s mother, plenty of room there for godliness.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” The gorgon said.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m over it.” The girl shrugged “The only downside is now I’m stuck babysitting this little cockroach.”

Deuce smiled, watching the girl ruffle her cousin’s hair causing smoke to blow from their nose.

“So, you gonna tell me your name?” He asked.

“Not unless you give me yours.”

“I’m Deuce.”

“Y/n.” The girl smiled holding her hand out.

Deuce shook her hand.

When they pulled their hands away, Y/n opened her mouth to say something but was disrupted when Onyx started to whine.

“Y/nnn I’m hungry.” The child whined.

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling a chocolate bar out of her pocket.

“Y/nnn I’m bored.” The child whined; mouth full of chocolate.

“Here’s my phone now shut up cockroach.” Y/n hissed, shoving her phone into her cousin’s hands.

Deuce had to stifle a laugh at the interaction.

“Don’t you start.” She groaned before holding her palm out “Give me your phone.” Deuce complied, giving the girl his phone, she quickly typed something in it, before handing it back.

“I should be going, but uh- text me sometime.” She smiled before walking off.

He looked down at his phone with a soft smile at the contact name.

‘The best siren/nymph/fairy/goddess’

“Nice going dude.” Heath said, coming up behind him and looking at the gorgons phone.

[mountttmase]

Sending this req on mason as you asked for!😉

You meet mason for the first time in real and he finds you a very feisty one. You attract him so much that he wants to impress you so bad. But you always knocking him out with your humor and wits. Eventually he wins you?

I hope it makes some sense! Also counting on you to write this piece...*pouts*

Good day,mate!

Mason is a heart💙

You Make Me Nervous

Note - thank you lovely. Found this one a bit difficult as I’m the most unfeisty woman on the planet but I hope it’s okay for you 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.8k

Warnings - fluffy I guess. Maybe a bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

‘Uh, c-can I help you?’ The boy at the door asked nervously, after he’d given you a once over.

‘Who is it, Mase?’ You heard Jaz bellow from upstairs and he visibly gulped before attempting to ask your name, but you beat him to it.

‘Y/n’ you smiled at him before he shouted your name up to her.

‘Ah amazing’ she replied before you heard tiny footsteps pounding down the hallway in your direction.

‘Y/n!’ You heard Summer squeal, bounding towards you as fast as she could, before you swept her up in your arms and pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek.

‘Hello baby, are you ready?’ You asked and she nodded as Jaz came into view with Summers bag of things. You could feel Masons stare lingering on you but you tried to ignore him.

‘Thank you so much, y/n. All her stuff is in here. I think two hours should be enough time but I’ll text you if anything changes’ she smiled warmly at you as you set the little girl down and took her bag of belongings.

‘No worries, I’ve got my phone on loud if you need me’ you nodded as you took summer by the hand. ‘Say bye bye mummy. See you soon’ you told Summer and she lifted her hand to give an enthusiastic wave back.

‘Bye mummy, bye uncle Masey’ she shouted and you waved at Jaz as she disappeared back inside.

‘Bye uncle Masey’ you winked, noticing his jaw drop ever so slightly and his eyes widen as you turned and led summer back down the driveway. ‘So that’s uncle Masey huh, Summer?’ You questioned when you were finally out of his stare. Summer was always on about him and obviously you knew who he was but you’d never actually met him.

He was gorgeous there was no doubt about it, and watching the way he reacted to you gave you a slight confidence boost as you recognised that look of shyness anywhere. Not one you’d seen from him in pictures and videos as he always looked so sure of himself from what you could tell, so it was nice to know you could pull that side out of him.

You took Summer to the park so she could run around with the other kids and play on the swings for a little while before sitting her with you on a blanket so she could have a drink and a little snack until you heard the unmistakeable sound of the ice cream van. You both made eye contact for a few seconds before gathering your things up and making your way over.

‘Our little secret this yeah?’ You winked as you handed her the lolly she wanted whilst she mimed zipping her lips. You careful took yours and and then her hand so you could exit the park and after a quick look at your watch you noticed you had 20 minutes until you needed to get summer home. ‘How about we walk the long way back, give us time to finish these before anyone sees us’ you told her and she nodded as you set off.

She told you all about what she’d done at nursery that week, and all her new friends she’d made and when you were almost at her house, you bent down to make sure there was no evidence on her face before knocking on the door. This time Jaz was there to let you in and she opened the door with a huge smile.

‘Ah, my two favourite girls’ she laughed ‘you’re just in time. You are staying aren’t you?’ She quizzed and you nodded with a laugh. She was hosting a surprise party for Lewis as his birthday was in a few days and she’d called you to ask if you could take Summer out for a few hours whilst the family prepped everything. You knew most of them pretty well, besides Mason, so when she invited to to join them for the afternoon you were quick to say yes.

‘Of course’ you smiled, ushering Summer in and following in behind her.

‘Well you’re off the clock now so go grab yourself a drink and relax. Mum and dad are out the back and Lewis should be here in about half an hour’ she told you and you led Summer into the garden. As soon as she noticed Debbie she was off and running into her arms.

‘Hi y/n’ she called as you followed over, pulling you in for a quick hug ‘how was the little pickle?’

‘As good as gold, just like always’ you told her, ruffling Summers hair as she giggled at you. You quickly made the rounds and said hello to everyone else before you noticed Mason stood at the other end of the garden, in front of the BBQ whilst scratching the side of his head. You didn’t know what it was about him but you were in the mood to tease him a bit a see how he reacted to you. You quietly made your way over and used the fact he hadn’t seen you to your advantage. ‘Need a hand?’ You quizzed and you held in a giggle as he jumped out of his skin, hand on his heart as he looked at you. His big brown eyes even bigger than usual as he stared you down.

‘Uh, I-I don’t know’ he told you, taking a few breaths to calm his racing heart.

‘I’m y/n by the way. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before. And sorry about the scare just now’ you laughed whilst holding your hand out for his to shake.

‘I’m Mason, it’s nice to meet you. And if you tell me how to get this to work then all is forgiven’ he told you, shaking your hand before you gave the BBQ a once over. You noticed it was electric and the switch was down so you quickly flicked it to on and the whole thing roared to life. ‘How did you do that? He asked you, stunned that it was now working and you just shrugged, turning to face him.

‘Some say I have a talent for turning things on’ you winked, before leaving him flustered and alone. Your friends had always described you as fiery and flirtatious but you’d never been like this with a boy so quickly. Maybe it was the way he looked at you an reacted to your words that encouraged you and also the fact you probably shouldn’t be speaking this way with him that made you carry on.

Mason was busy helping his dad with the food until Jaz ran outside telling everyone to get into position as Lewis was at the door. Mason was standing directly opposite you and you noticed how his face flushed when you made eye contact.

After you’d yelled surprise and Lewis had made his way round to greet everyone, you noticed Mason had abandoned his dad in favour of sitting with Summer. You went and stood close enough so you could hear what they were saying as she sat on his lap on the grass.

‘What’s y/n like? Is she nice?’ He asked and you saw summer nod her head excitedly.

‘Yes she the best’ she babbled, clapping her hands and your heart warmed as she spoke about you.

‘Is she better than me?’

‘Mhmmm’

‘What? She’s better than uncle Masey?’

‘Yeah, she buys me ice cream but it’s a secret’ she told him in a whisper, her tiny finger over her lips and he let out a laugh at her words.

You smiled at their exchange before quickly heading inside to use the loo. As you were walking back through the house you noticed Mason stood in the kitchen, his head in the fridge and he opened up a few bottles.

‘What’s a girl got to do to get a drink around here?, you spoke, noticing how he jumped again as you caught him unaware.

‘Are you getting a kick out of scaring me or something?’

‘What can I say, I enjoy that frightened little look on your face. It’s cute’ you told him with a shrug and you noticed how his face flushed again as he was at a loss for words. ‘So, what about that drink?’

‘I um, yeah I can get you something’ he told you, walking over to where you were stood. ‘What do you drink?’

‘What’s on offer?’

‘Whatever you want’

‘You shouldn’t of told me that’ you said with a laugh. ‘I’ll take a mojito then’ you smiled, thinking if the most complicated drink you knew.

‘I’m not a cocktail waiter’ he exclaimed, his eyebrows almost getting lost in his hairline as he let out a chuckle. Your placed your hands on your hips and gave him an incredulous look.

‘Well I never’ you huffed sarcastically but you saw him grab his phone and type something in before setting it down. ‘What’s the point of you being here then if not to make the drinks?’

‘I have my uses’ he winked at you, and you giggled at the fact you were finally able to get him to come out of his shell a little more around you. ‘Now, gimme a few minutes and let me work this out’

‘Work what out?’

‘I’m making you a mojito if it kills me’ he told you before assembling everything he needed. You watched him work away, confusion turning into excitement as he got the hang of it and after a while he presented to you something that vaguely looked like a mojito. You took a sip, looking at his hopeful face and when you gave him a smile and a small nod, he celebrated like he’d just scored a goal. ‘Let me know when you want another one. But don’t tell anyone else or I’ll be in here all day making drinks for everyone’

‘So you’re like my personal slave’ you asked seductively, sucking on your straw again as you stared into his eyes. He lost his cool for a second before blushing and looking away again. ‘Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me’ you laughed before fleeing the kitchen.

Jaz was soon letting everyone know the food was ready, and when you took a seat next to Summer, Mason immediately sat next to you, placing a fresh drink down in front of you. You sent him and appreciative smile which he returned but you caught the look Jaz was sending your way. You chose to ignore it for now, helping Summer with her food and chatting to Mason. Holding back on the sass you’d been giving him all day and you felt him relax around you even more. He was charming and funny and every time you got a flash of that dammed smile you felt the butterflies in your tummy erupt.

Soon everyone had finished and dispersed from the table, but you and Mason sat talking for ages, his arm around the back of your chair as you turned to face each other. You tried to be your usual charming self and he was laughing at your jokes and really listening to what you were saying which made you feel good. It was hard to concentrate sometimes though when he was really looking at you and he was close enough now that you noticed all the freckles that dotted his face and the way his eyes captured the sun which only made him appear 100x prettier to you if that was even possible.

‘Y/n! Uncle Masey!’ You suddenly heard summer shouting as she ran over to the pair of you and Mason quickly sat her on his lap. ‘Ball in tree’ she huffed as she pointed over to show you her ball stuck in the branches that hung over from the neighbours side.

You both went over with her, each of you holding one of her hands and he sent you a small smile as you neared the tree. You let Mason assess the situation before he turned you. The trunk was behind the neighbours fence so he couldn’t climb it but the branches were just a bit to high for him to reach on his own so you knew what he was about to ask you.

‘I’m gonna have to lift you up, I can’t reach and she’s not tall enough either’ he said, motioning to Summer with his head. ‘Don’t worry you’re in safe hands’ uttered as he stepped towards you ‘just put your hands on my shoulders and make yourself stiff’

‘Funny, I thought you’d be the stiff one in this situation’ you joked as he bent down a little and your joke made him crouch down all the way to his knees with his hand over his eyes as he laughed.

‘Why do you always crack jokes at the most inappropriate times’ he inquired and you laughed as you looked down at him.

‘Sorry, I think it’s a deflection tactic’ you explained as he rose up to tower over you again, his face impossibly close to yours. ‘I promise I’ll be good now’ you breathed and you heard the tiniest hint of a moan escape his lips.

‘Make sure you are’ he breathed, a serious look in his eye and you felt those butterflies erupt again as you held his eye contact. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he bent down again to hug his arms around your thighs as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. ‘After three yeah?’ He told you and you nodded before he counted down and lifted you off the floor.

You were surprised at his strength and you squealed ad he straightened up. You panicked as he got his footing and guided you towards where the ball was.

‘Mason I dont like this’ you whimpered but you felt him laugh against your legs.

‘Just get it quickly and I’ll let you down’

You huffed and looked up, the ball being still slightly out of your grasp but you shook the branches about a bit and soon enough it fell to the floor. You expected Mason to let you down but he did the opposite, holding you tighter as he practically ran around with you in the air and you screamed before flopping over and pounding on his back.

‘Mason Mount, put me down right this second!’ You screamed but it just made him laugh even harder and you could soon hear everyone else joining in with him. He came to a sudden halt, letting you go slightly but only so he could move you back over his shoulder and carry you bridal style, his arms under your knees and around your back as you looped your arms around his neck. His face was suddenly right next to yours, his lips in touching distance and his eyes were constantly flickering between your eyes and your lips before you were interrupted.

‘Well isn’t this cute’ Jaz commented before locking eyes with Mason. You both laughed awkwardly as he set you down, his arm snaking over your shoulders as he pulled you towards him a little bit. ‘I need a hand in the kitchen Mase, you think you could come with me?’ He nodded and followed her inside and was only gone for a minute before Summer ran over to you, complaining that she’d spilled her drink down herself.

‘Don’t worry Summer, let me grab a cloth and I’ll clean you up’ you told her, quickly walking inside to ask Jaz for a cloth but her and Mason were nowhere to be seen. It only took a few seconds though to hear her voice coming from the living room.

‘Really Mase? Summers babysitter? Out of all the girls in the country you want to take y/n on a date?’

‘Look, I’m not asking for your permission Jaz, she might not even say yes but I wanna get to know her better’

‘Do you know how hard it’s been to find a babysitter like her? Summer adores her, we all do. I’m not having you taking her out and breaking her heart’

‘I wouldn’t do that, Jaz. Come on is that what you think of me? I like her. Please don’t ruin this for me before it’s even started.’

‘You’ve known her for five minutes’

‘Hence why I wanna take her out’ he shouted, but you didn’t want to intrude anymore so you quickly grabbed a cloth for Summer and ran back outside to clean her up.

You were soon singing happy birthday to Lewis with Summer on your hip and you couldn’t ignore the way Mason was looking at you from across the garden. You’d thought about what you’d overheard in the kitchen but you were unsure with how to proceed. Did you want to go on a date with Mason? Of course you did, and the fact it had taken only one afternoon in his presence to wrap you around his finger scared the life out of you. But was it worth making things awkward with Jaz and risking your job? You weren’t so sure.

You discreetly said your goodbyes to everyone, claiming you had an early morning but made sure to avoid Mason as you weren’t ready to have that conversation with him. You’d made it halfway down the drive when you heard him calling your name, running down to meet you.

‘Are you leaving?’

‘Uh yeah, sorry. Just got some stuff to sort out’

‘Oh okay, um well I just wanted to-‘

‘Don’t Mason’ you interrupted, turning away from him, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from going.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked you, confusion written all over his face at your sudden difference in behaviour. ‘Have I done something wrong?’

‘No’ you told him, your eyes on the floor, but you jolted when you felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to his. ‘I’m sorry Mason I have to go’ you whispered but this time he let you leave.

Three days later you were back looking after Summer, sharing a quick coffee with Jaz in her kitchen before she had to leave for a few appointments, and it wasn’t long before the topic of Mason was bought up.

‘I saw the way you two were looking at each other the other day. You certainly made an impression on him’ she teased and you could feel yourself blush as you thought about him. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him in the days in between but you didn’t want to speak about it too much. ‘I know he’s got a massive crush on you’

‘You think?’ You laughed trying to brush off her comments but she seemed to be going all in.

‘Oh I know. Trust me he was wallowing around like a lost puppy after you left. And if I didn’t know any better I’d say you like him back’ she winked but all you could do was laugh nervously. ‘Look y/n, he’s a good guy. He’s not gonna hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about’ you told you but you shook you head, keeping your eyes on your drink.

‘It’s not that at all, I just thought it might be a bit weird you know? I work for you and I don’t want to cross any boundaries. Also I sort of heard you two talking the other day about it and I got the impression you didn’t want it to happen’ you confessed and you heard her sigh before setting her cup down.

‘Sorry, y/n it was just a bit of a shock when he told me. Truth is I trust you both a hell of a lot and I don’t want to stand in the way of anything. He’s my little brother at the end of the day and I just want him to be happy. If nothing happens then fine I know you’ll still be professional but I don’t want you to not go for it cause you’re worried about me’ she reassured you with a hand on your shoulder.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course. Plus Summer loves you, as do we, so if it all works out then we don’t have to pretend to like you for his benefit’ she winked and you let out a small chuckle. ‘Now that I think about it, you two would be good together. He could do with bringing down a peg or two sometimes and I know you’ve got that sass inside you to keep him on his toes. And you deserve to be treated like a queen which he knows how to do. I should know i taught him everything. If you want to go for it and see what happens then please just forget about me and what you heard the other day’

‘I’ll think about it’ you laughed and you chatted for a few more minutes before she left.

Summer was well behaved for most of the morning but you could tell she was getting tired and groggy so you put her down for a nap a little early. You were just settling down on the sofa to watch some TV when you heard a knock at the door. Figuring it was the postman you opened it up to find Mason standing on the other side, both looking shocked at the other standing there.

‘Y/n? Sorry I thought Jaz was in’

‘No she’s got a few appointments’ you told him and he nodded apprehensively. ‘Do you wanna come in?’ You asked him and he gulped down a nervous lump before coming inside, seemingly shocked you’d invited him in. ‘I’ve just put Summer down for a nap’ you laughed as you led him into the kitchen. You were both stood there a little awkwardly, but you couldn’t deny you were happy to see him. You’d just hoped you hadn’t ruined your chances the other day. ‘Can I get you a drink or anything?’ He shook his head, but you noticed he was trying to suppress a smile. ‘You sure? Name a cocktail and I’ll learn how to do it’ you winked and he finally let out a little laugh.

‘I best not’ he smiled, but you saw him grab a bottle of water from the fridge. ‘Do you know what time Jaz will be back?’

‘I think another couple of hours yet ‘ you told him

‘Am I alright to stay here till she’s home?’ He asked, almost timidly and your heart sunk at the way he was looking at you. Clearly unsure of where you were at due to how you acted with him the other day. You wanted to set him straight so you nodded at him before taking a few steps towards him.

‘Im sorry for leaving like I did the other day. I hope you know it was never anything you did or said, I just… it doesn’t matter but I am really sorry’ you told him and he looked at you with a small smile before looking to the floor.

‘Are you sure? I thought I’d maybe overstepped the mark or something?’

‘No of course not, I really enjoyed your company that afternoon’

‘What happened then?’ He asked, his eyes looking at you confused. You took a deep breath before answering. Not sure if it was worth going into everything that happened but in the end you thought maybe it was best as you didn’t want to start keeping things from him this early on.

‘I came inside to get Summer a tissue and I overheard you and Jaz talking in the other room’ you murmured and you saw his face scrunch up as he remembered the conversation. ‘I didn’t listen for long or anything but obviously I work for Jaz and I don’t want to jeopardise anything’

‘I get that’ he nodded with a sad smile, but the way is shoulders dropped made you realise he thought everything was over before it had a chance to start.

‘Jaz had a chat with me this morning though, she’s kind of done a 180 on all of it’ you told him, sitting down at the kitchen island and he followed you over with a confused look on his face. ‘Told me she thinks we’d be good together’ you winked and you saw his cheeks turn red as as he laughed.

‘What did you hear me say exactly?’ He murmured, letting his face drop into his hands as he was clearly embarrassed

‘You want to take me on a date apparently?’ you teased, bashing your shoulder into his gently and he laughed as covered his face, flopping down onto the island. ‘And you want to get to know me’

‘Alright, alright’ he laughed, standing up and walking back over to the fridge. His face was redder than you’d ever seen it but you couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face and it warmed your heart. It looked like he didn’t even need anything, just opened the door and shut it again as a distraction tactic.

‘Can I ask you something?’ You enquired once he’d shut the door again and he nodded as he slowly made his way back over to you. ‘Why do you wanna take me out?’

‘Why wouldn’t I?’ He questioned, he brows drawn in as he propped himself up next to you again.

‘I’m Summer’s babysitter, I don’t live a life life you do. I’m probably not like the girls you usually speak to either’

‘You’re right. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl quite like you before’ he nodded before taking your hand to pull you up gently. ‘You’re witty, and feisty and I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s made so many dirty jokes around me so quickly’ he laughed, brushing your hair behind your ear as he took both your hands in his. ‘Not to mention you’re gorgeous, like way out of my league’ he chuckled and you laughed along with him. ‘Thought if from the second I saw you’

‘You’re not too bad, don’t be so hard on yourself’ you told him and he shook his head as he let out a little snort.

‘I don’t care that we don’t live the same life, or that you’re Summers babysitter. All I know is I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the other day and I want a chance to get to know you properly’

‘Yeah? Or do you just wanna steal my jokes?’ You winked and he squeezed your hands a bit tighter. ‘I’m kidding. I’d like that too’ you whispered and your heart sped up as he smiled down at you, his eyes flickering all over your face and all you wanted was to reach up and kiss him, but you held back. Not wanting to look to eager or give him the wrong idea.

‘So you’ll let me take you on a date then?’

‘I think that might be okay’ you whispered and he nodded before he lent down to place a quick kiss on your cheek.

‘You make me so nervous’ he whispered as you both pulled away but the pair of you were distracted when you heard tiny steps coming down the stairs. The both of you went to meet Summer as she’d woken up from her nap and you had no time to talk or do anything after that as you both kept her entertained. Once Jaz was home and you’d given her a quick rundown of the day, you went to get your things but Masons stopped you.

‘Gimme five minutes just to sort something out and I’ll drop you home?’ He asked and you nodded with a smile before he disappeared with Jaz to sort something out they were arranging for his parents. He wasn’t long and before you knew it he was opening the car door for you to hop in.

‘You know it’s still pretty early’ he told you and you looked at your phone to see it had just gone half three. ‘Why don’t we hang out for the rest of the day? Maybe grab some dinner after? Unless your busy then we can do something another time’

‘I’m free’ you smiled at him, noticing he was back to his flustered self around you but he gave you the most beautiful smile when you agreed to spend some time with him. ‘What do you have in mind?’ You enquired and he winked at you before grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers together in you lap.

‘It’s a secret’

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 2

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Inside the clinic Carson waited and right on time Dr Hanks showed up.

Dr H: Hello Carson, you found the clinic all right?

Carson: Yeah, I didn’t realise they just converted a house

Dr H: Don’t want to ruin the landscape and many patients feel more comfortable visiting a place that doesn’t look too official. Ah, here he is

Out of one of the rooms came a sim who looked like they belonged on a beach more than in a clinic.

Carson: You sure he’s a good fit Dr Hanks?

Dr H: He is but I’ll let him introduce himself. I’ll see you again if we need to change your prescription okay? Look after yourself Carson

Carson: Thanks

Carson was led into one of the rooms and took a seat, feeling awkward already.

Chad: My name is Chad Harrison, you can call me Chad or C, either is good. My main focus is anxiety disorders

Carson: Disorders

Chad: Disorders are just how we classify them, it’s not a reflection on your character

Carson: I guess

Chad: I’ve coached many a kid through what you’re dealing with Carson, I can help

Carson: Can you make the intrusive thoughts stop

Chad: It’s not as simple a fix as that. It’s about retraining your brain so that when they come up you can deal with them in healthy ways

Carson: So I won’t have to always spend half my day cleaning

Chad: Not at all. It will take time though, your brain has been working one way for so long, it takes time to adjust your thinking but plenty of kids I’ve dealt with can reduce symptoms

Carson: That’d be a relief. Ever since I lost my asthma inhaler I’ve been compelled to clean everything

Chad: Did Dr Hanks explain what OCD is

Carson: Yeah kinda, well the symptoms. Like I’ll get bad thoughts like, I’m going to have an asthma attack and die or my parents will die and my brain thinks if I can just do something like keep my shoes lined up in the wardrobe I can prevent it

Chad: You got it. But talk therapy will be about helping you as a person as well as someone who has OCD

Carson: So we can discuss whatever

Chad: I generally like to start sessions with a bit of catch up talk to help relax you. What’s on your mind today

Carson: My mind? Well, a girl I guess

Chad: Is she your girlfriend

Carson: Well no, I just... I just think she’s really pretty and she’s... she’s been through some stuff but is still going you know

Chad: Are you wanting to tell her how you feel or are you happy admiring from afar

Carson: I don’t know how I feel. I mean I like her and would like to go on a date and hold hands and stuff but... I worry I’m not right

Chad: Because of the anxiety?

Carson: It’s not that, it’s not even the asthma which leaves me looking much rounder than I like. It’s...

Carson really hoped Chad would jump in with exactly what his thoughts were but nope. Guess it was up to him. Damn this was awkward, but it did seem easier to talk to someone that wasn’t his parents. And it would be cold day in hell before he discussed this topic with Reece.

Carson: It’s about woohoo

Chad: I see. Well you are almost 15, it’s very normal to be having those thoughts and acting on them solo or sometimes with a partner at that age

Carson: But see... I was talking to my best mate Onyx and... well I don’t have the same kind of woohoo thoughts they do

Chad: Everyone is an individual, it would strange if you had the exact same type as your friend. Can you tell me what bothers you about having different thoughts?

Carson: Well... Onyx, and my mates Darwin and William, when they... you know... they picture people. I don’t really picture anything, it’s just about like sensations and having an itch I need to scratch that feels good once it happens

Chad: Go on

Carson: And like I never look at anyone and think, oh it could be fun to have woohoo. Like even the girl I like, I’d love to kiss and cuddle and stuff but I don’t look at her and think, I want to woohoo her. What if my brain is just not mature, and will never mature

The counsellor was silent for a moment and Carson felt his anxiety raise. This was clearly a mistake. Chad would think he was a weirdo who didn't deserve help. He should leave.

Chad: Carson have you heard about the asexual spectrum

Carson: The what?

Chad: The asexual spectrum. Probably easier to start more basic, you know how gender is a spectrum?

Carson: Yeah, Onyx is genderfluid and their current pronouns are they/them

Chad: Attraction is also a spectrum

Carson: Yeah I know I’m bi. Mum hoped one of us kids would be pan like her but I feel like bi just fits me better

Chad: What isn’t often made clear to growing kids is that romantic attraction and woohoo attraction are different things, and they don’t have to match. Am I wrong to assume if you identify as bi you have wanted to date boys and girls

Carson: Yeah, especially pretty ones

Chad: Based on what you’ve been saying I think you may be biromantic but fall somewhere on the asexual spectrum, which is part of woohoo attraction

Carson: So I’m not just a wuss?

Chad: You’re not a wuss for not wanting to woohoo, there are plenty of reasons not to in any scenario. Anyone who forces you to woohoo or says you have to is in the wrong, you understand?

Carson: Yeah, I know about consent. But what is an asexual spectrum

Chad: Basically it’s for people who feel less woohoo attraction than the average person. There are some people who need an emotional connection before they’ll feel attracted to their partner in a woohoo way. The spectrum stretches from them all the way to people who never experience woohoo attraction. It doesn’t make you immature to not feel any woohoo attraction, there are many people who identify along the spectrum. As for wuss there are also variants for how touch averse a person is or isn't, and that comes from preference not cowardice

Carson: I’m just worried if I ask her on a date but I don’t want to woohoo I’m like... leading her on

Chad: You’re still young Carson, it’s possible the thought of woohoo hasn’t even crossed her mind. Don't feel like you need to grow up any faster than is comfortable. You said you like her right

Carson: Right

Chad: So there is nothing false in that. Don’t focus on what might happen in the far future, if you want to hold her hand now then you want to hold her hand now. Cross the other bridges when you come to them

Carson: I guess you’re right

Chad: Okay, you ready to start working on the OCD now

Carson: After that conversation it’s bound to be a breeze

Chad: *laughs* That’s the spirit

Previous ... Next

[shyanimesupremacist]

"unfortunate"

Izuku x F!VillainReader

1.9K words / angsty

Meeting you was so unexpected. The bumping of our paths came to be a blessing. Who knew I’d fall for some random boy on the train home. But you weren’t some random boy. You were a hero in the making who was passionate about saving as many people as he could. The complete opposite of me who existed to wreak havoc into people’s ordinary lives. 

You were a student who attended UA while I was a villain who had just joined the infamous League of Villains. 

People shoved their ways out of the train doors the second they opened. Losing their footing the H/C girl was caught from falling by a firm yet gentle hold on their wrist. “Eh are you okay?” The boy gently pulled Y/N to the side of the train as a means to avoid the shoving crowd. Her eyes landed on the boy who saved her from being trampled. On sight a glob of messy green dark hair came into view skimming down to meet his two beautiful emerald eyes that shone worry as well as slight pink color flushed his cheeks. 

Y/N blushed as ‘cute’ crossed her mind. “Yeah thanks.” She bowed her head slightly in thanks. The boy frantically waved his arms in embarrassment. “Hey no need to thank me!” The boy frantically waved his arms in embarrassment, the blush now more prominent on his cheeks. 

“Okay okay, don't freak out there, stranger. Anyways, what's your name?” “Midoriya Izuku.”  “Ah no wonder you looked familiar! You’re from the sports festival!” ‘Huh wait till Shigaraki gets a load of who I ran into.’ 

“Hey you busy?” “Eh” “I was asking if you were going to do anything. Since school is over for the day I thought you might want to catch some ice cream with me.”  

“I kind of have training today…” The girl looped her arm with the boys pulling him to the busy streets. “Come oooon. You look like you can skip out on one day, if you leave now I’ll feel guilty for letting you go like that. Please?” She puppy dogged the now blushing boy. “Okay one day won’t hurt.” 

The sun was now setting and the pair were laughing uncontrollably on a bench at the park. “Seriously no wayyyyy! This Kaminari sure sounds like a crackhead if you ask me.” Their conversation soon came to a halt as the girl’s phone rang. Peeking at the caller ID she frowned and forwarded the call. “Well Izuku this sure was a lot of fun. I hope we can see each other again.” “Oh you have to go now?” “Yeah my mom’s probably starting to wonder where I am.” The boy frowned a bit, having really enjoyed meeting the girl. “No need to frown there pretty boy, I hope, if it’s okay, we can see each other again?” 

Izuku’s cheeks coated in a red blush at the girl’s request. Enthusiastically he replied. “Yeah I’d really like that!” The boy shied a bit at how loud he was but the girl just chuckled. “Awesome! Let's exchange numbers and keep in touch then.” The pair exchanged phones and put in their numbers. “Eh deku?” “Ah yeah that’s what my friends call me.” “Oh.” “And you’re named Y/N?” “Yep. Anyways, I should hurry home. I’ll text you to let you know I’m home safe.” “Yeah!” 

The duo waved each other goodbye, smiling. 

*Ring ring* Dabi “Hello?” “It’s about goddamn time you answer the phone, I’ve been calling nonstop why didn’t you answer.” “Well if you must know I made a new friend.” “Yeah right, people like us don’t have time to waste on shit like that.” “Well I'd beg to differ. I’m sure you’d change your mind when you find out who it is.”

 …

“You mean you got to meet and be friends with that brat.” “Sure did, the kid seems very trusting of people.” “Keep in touch with him then, it’ll be an advantage once we find what kind of power he has.”

…

From there Izuku and Y/N called and texted each other day in and day out.  “Hey Deku you’ve been glued to your phone these past few days.” “Eh I guess I have.” “Yeah what’s up with that?” Kaminari chimed in with a smug face. “Lemme guess…it's a girl isn’t it.” Izuku’s cheeks immediately flushed. “Yup it’s definitely a girl!” 

…

“Are you sure your friends will like me?” Y/N nervously asked as she nervously squeezed the green haired boy's hand. Stopping right outside a karaoke restaurant he squeezed her hand back and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Smiling sweetly he replied, “Of course! Trust me they’ll find you just as wonderful as I do.” She smiled back. “Okay then I’m ready.” 

Walking in they were greeted into a karaoke room they were immediately greeted by Izuku’s classmates. “Hey Izuku! This must be Yukino! Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Uraraka Ochako but you can just call me Ochako!” “Hi I’m Ashido Mina but you can call me Mina.” 

Y/N blushed at the sudden attention taking in the whole room as the group all looked at her. 

“I’m L/N Y/N, you all can call me Y/N.” The girl bowed to the group with a smile. With that the rest of the group was introduced which consisted of Kaminari, Kirishima, Jiro, Iida, Todoroki, Momo, and surprisingly Bakugou too.

After karaoking for a bit the group settled down around the table and started eating. “Wow Y/N you’re really good at singing! You’re quirk wouldn’t happen to be anything with music would it?” Y/N chuckled at the compliment.“Actually no but thank you for the compliment, Jiro, was it?” 

Jiro nodded.  “So Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking what is your quirk?” Asked Momo with Kirishima chiming in. “Yeah Deku never mentioned you having a quirk did he?” They all nodded recalling the green haired boy never mentioning it and said green haired boy thinking back on how her having a quirk never came up, now looking back at Y/N in curiosity. 

Contemplating decided to somewhat twist the truth. “I was actually born without a quirk.” Everybody looked at the girl in shock and she put on a nervous smile. “Yeah I’m one of the 20% who got unlucky…” Nobody uttered a word making Y/N feel small under their gaze and stirring up unwanted memories of her past. “I’d get it if you guys don’t want to be around a quirkless person like me…” 

Realizing the misunderstanding, Izuku gripped her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. “That’s not it at all. We’re just surprised is all, right guys?” The majority nodded their heads frantically, while the others being Bakugo and Todoroki quietly looking at her in agreement. “Yeah we’re sorry for causing you to think like that. Just with the way you hold yourself I’m surprised you don’t have a quirk,” said Ochako as she put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Right! You’re still really cool regardless of quirk or no quirk!” piped MIna. “Thanks guys. Anyways it was really nice meeting you all but I should start heading home.” “I’ll walk you out!” With that Y/N bid farewell to the group and left the room making her way with Izuku right behind. 

Walking out the restaurant the duo was now bidding good bye to each other. “I’m sorry about my friends had I known I would have told them not to have asked about your quirk.” “That’s okay you couldn’t have known.” They stood in front of one another awkwardly. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” 

Y/N looked up at Izuku as he went on to grasp her hands in his, looking at her with intensity . “I hope you know regardless of where we stand in terms of having quirk or no quirk, I still really like you!” “Y-you like me?” A blush now adorned both the teens' faces but Izuku’s gaze didn’t waver in intensity from hers. He gripped her hands firmer in his and responded with an, “I do”. 

“I like you too.” Despite the confession and expecting to be happy, Y/N was instead filled with guilt for having led the boy on and now conflicted on what to do. ‘I got way to caught up in all of this that in the process I gained feelings for a boy who meant nothing but well.’ 

“Would you want to go on a date with me?”  Izuku looked at her expecting to say yes, oblivious to the sadness in her eyes as hearing she liked him back was all he needed to know. “Y/N?” “I’m sorry but I can’t.” 

“You can’t?” Izuku looked at her heartbroken. “No. I think it’s also for the best that we put our friendship to an end here.” As Y/N tried to walk hurriedly away, Izuku gripped her arm. “Hey if we can’t date that’s okay, I can wait. But there’s no reason to end our friendship too.” Tearing up, Y/N pulled away. “I’m sorry. I know it came from nowhere, but it’s for the best, trust me. You don’t want to get involved with me anymore than you already have. You don’t deserve that.” “What are you talking about? Since I met you, all I've wanted to do was get to know you more and fall for you even more.” “As much as I wish I could’ve gotten to know you more too, in the end, all I can hope now is you won’t hate me.” “Why would I hate you? I don’t care if you’re quirkless! If anything that just makes us even more alike!”

Y/N looked at him in disbelief and confusion. “Alike?! We couldn’t be any more different! You’re a hero in the making and by the looks of it probably one of the best. You can’t possibly understand what I’ve been through. In a world of heroes being quirkless is one of the worst things you could possibly be. There’s never a day I wasn’t degraded and bullied for being quirkless so you saying we’re alike is unbelievable!” Y/N was now fuming at the boy for saying such nonsense.

“That’s not what I meant! What I meant was-” Izuku quickly shut his mouth realizing what he was just about to confess. As much as he wanted to tell her that he too was once quirkless he couldn’t as it wasn’t just his secret but also All Mights. He couldn’t risk putting anyone in danger in case word happened to get out about it. “You meant what?” “...” “That’s what I thought. You can’t understand. Good bye Deku.” 

With that the girl pulled away and ran opposite of the boy, leaving Izuku in tears. 

…

“There’s no way it could’ve been her! She would never be with the league of villains! She doesn’t even have a quirk.” The boy exclaimed in disbelief to his master’s words. “You my boy at one point didn’t have a quirk remember? For now we can’t know for sure young Midoriya, that’s why we can only do it with your help.” The green haired looked defeated as he glimpsed at the photo caught at a crime scene showing a female with a mask and H/C cascading down the sides of her face. He didn’t want to believe it but that villain looked too much like her. “All right, All Might, I’ll do it.”

[stars-n-spice]

Thoughts on s3 ep14!

Woke up at like 12:10 something,, didn't get my usual "waste 2-3 hours to mentally prepare myself" so I jumped right into it once I made my coffee (bad idea)

Once again recorded my reaction so actual screaming will be under the cut!

SERIOUSLY HOW THE FUCK DO WE HAVE ONE FUCKING EPISODE LEFT?! HELLO?!?!

Anyways-

Incoherent screaming and spoilers under the cut!

Why the fuck are they going into this with like no backup and like,, they're just fucking jumping into it. Like I understand because Omega but like CMON guys. This happened before!!

Click here to hear my actual live reaction to the episode

Fuck, this armor is kinda growing on me

seriously what the fuck are they going to do with rampart?? he's literally dead weight

He makes for really good comedic relief though and he had me fucking dying this entire episode

WHO THE FUCK REPORTED THEM?!? DID I MISS SOMETHING?? LIKE I GET THAT THEY KNOCKED PEOPLE OUT AND SHIT BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT PEOPLE RECOGNIZED THEM AND DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING UNTIL LATER OR WHAT?!!

Also the fact that they KNOW they're coming. fucking HELL the odds are stacked up against them

THE KIDS :(( Omega having to tell them what "cover me" means and them doing their absolute best to do so

ECHO MY BELOVED <33

Echo in the stormtrooper armor I'm

He has a hand now - "Thanks for the hand" - my comedic genius

IS THAT THE FUCKING ZILLO BEAST!??!?! FUCKING FINALLY!!! NOW WHEN THE FUCK IS IT GOING TO EAT HEMLOCK?!?!?

I miss Batcher :( Where is she? Is she safe? Is she alive?

Crosshair shoving Rampart around <3

"I've changed" - "Sure you have" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT RAMPART SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

Rampart acting like he knows Crosshair, fucking no you don't, just because you disrupted his meals like twice a day to call him to the principal's office doesn't mean SHIT

I love Echo so much, he's so cool

ECHO AND EMERIE TEAM UP

THE WAY THAT I SCREAMED BECAUSE AAAAAAAAA

OMEGA TALKED ABOUT THEM :( AND EMERIE LISTENED :( AND EMERIE REMEMBERED ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT WAS ECHO :( RAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I need to kick Rampart so badly, please, please let me kick him

"we can't use blasters i'll give away our position!" - AND MAKING ALL THAT NOISE WONT?!?!

WRECKER OH MY GOD GOT FUCKING SLASHED HE BETTER BE OKAY WHAT THE FUCK

HELLO?? Rampart getting his fucking ass found. What are they going to do with him now? What can he tell them that they don't already know??? I guess Echo but like-

To anyone who is starting to like Rampart STOP. Because watch him be the Saw Gerrera of this season

Cannot wait to see the kids break out and release the zillo beast <3

Emerie :( "I was doing my job" EMERIE MY LOVE THERE'S MORE THAN THAT

I'm so scared for her now SHE'S REALIZING THERE'S MORE TO LIFE AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE FUCKING DIES-

WHERE THE FUCK IS C-2X OR WHATEVER THE FUCK???? I'M LOSING HOPE FOR A TECH REVEAL. FUCKING HELL I MISS HIM SO MUCH. THIS WHOLE FUCKING SEASON WITHOUT HIM??? RAUUGHHHHHHHH.

This episode was just fucking,,, stakes stakes stakes

Did not get a rest

holy shit

Emerie and Echo are fucking MOTHERS love them

ECHO HAS FUCKING EARS?!?!?!?!?!?!? OK NOW GIVE HIM HIS HAIR AND COLOR BACK!!!!!!

Craziest fucking thing to come out of this season - Echo having ears

LOOK

a lot happened

i'm so scared for next week

this whole episode was fucking action, action, action

WHY DID IT FEEL SO SHORT

SO MUCH HAPPENED BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOTHING HAPPENED????

Ugh

More thoughts are in the audio because I go on like a 13 minute rant but

FUCK <- my final thoughts

[apathygender]

Okay I forgot that tumblr won't let my bio link function, so here's a new intro post or whatever

HELLO you can call me Moth, or make something up to fit the vibe

Any pronouns are fine, have fun with it

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I don't draw as much as I used to, but I'm slowly getting back into it. You can find my newer art under the tag #moth draw

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it's been a while

Well hello hello! It has been quite some time. I definitely feel like I need to write, it seems like this is a pattern for me. I take a long break from writing and then come back like a year later and say the same thing! Hahah okay but it is always interesting reading back on these entries and realizing how much has changed. I would not ever remember this stuff if it weren't for journaling. Well what's new? Im here, I guess the thing that's drove me to writing are my current struggles. I was on a good streak of trying to eat healthy and walking 5-6 days a week on my treadmill. Then we went on a short little weekend trip to North Carolina and since then, I have been at complete lazy stop/ or I'm not sure what to call it! I haven't been motivated to work out and I have been eating whatever with like no boundaries. it's horrible. I don't know how to kick out of it. I do feel like writing helps me face these issues though, like it makes them real or something. But I have been ignorant about it and need to get serious. I've been meaning to get started but keep pushing it off. I definitely want to get in better shape before my birthday since we're going to Maui most likely.

Since my last writings I have finished earning my bachelors degree, works been interesting and going well surprisingly! There are issues arising but for now I just want to enjoy the good. As I'm writing this, I feel like I can see the change in my writing. Lol I hate to be this academic in my personal journaling. Anyway, I'm at my highest weight ever. Uhh not cool. It's been extremely hot as hell this year. Last week we were at around 110 degrees all week and to make matters worse our A/C decided to stop working and give us mystery and issues. Thank THE LORD we were able to get it figured out and it wasn't anything costing an arm and leg. Some other issues I've been dealing with is Lola getting sick... she was losing weight and not eating. Turns out she's having kidney failure and needed treatment, good thing is that she's been doing so much better. I am so glad we have veterinarians and they always do help a lot. Ugh but the cost is a bit crazy! unfortunately. damn so I'm watching the Kardashians right now and I need to be on their level if you know what I mean. They're so rich lol. Im getting pretty hungry. I wish I wasn't though, I wish losing weight was easier. I just love food and drinks so much :'( Okay I'm hoping this will make me feel better and give me the strength to do better. I don't know. I recently started painting again though and that has actually been a great time for me and does get my mind off things. Confusing! I can't tell if I need to get my mind off things or ON things.... lol I think about my issues a lot and it could make me stressed and lead me to this depression on going downwards. but I do like to face my issues so I can solve them. However, getting my mind off the things seems to do better sometimes... Let me go start painting and I can assess the situation a bit better haha.

[soul-of-the-sanada]

Happy birthday! Dear Solomon '22

Unkeyed Route for part two

official Solomon 2022 birthday story, scripted.

2-A

Solomon: Do you remember Simeon’s first answer when I asked him what item he wanted?

MC: *Something to restore broken things.

Solomon: That’s right.

Solomon: You understand why he said that now, right?

Solomon: The glass dome is probably still bothering him.

Solomon: He’s the type to worry about that sort of thing, even if you tell him not to.

Solomon: That’s why I refused.

MC: *So it was out of kindness!

Solomon: It’s not such a big deal…

Solomon: …but perhaps being showered with kindness by you and everyone has changed me?

Solomon: That’s odd. I thought this was supposed to be the Devildom.

Solomon: That being said, if I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t be able to let it go either.

Solomon: I might even prefer some kind of punishment.

MC: *Then he should do something to apologize!

Solomon: Hm, that might work.

Solomon: Asmodeus did tell me to let them know if I thought of any birthday requests.

Solomon: Yes, I think I have an idea.

—

Diavolo: Hello, Solomon. Thank you for your invitation.

Satan: It’s rare for you to call us together like this.

Asmodeus: Did you think of something you wanted?

Solomon: Right, about that…

2-C

Solomon: If it’s not too late for a birthday request, could I ask all of you for a glass dome?

Simeon: …!

Solomon: I’m hoping to hang it up somewhere as a reminder of my birthday celebration.

Luke: Ooh, good idea!

Solomon: I’d like you to put something inside of it that will make a good memento of the occasion.

Belphegor: So anything goes? You don’t want to be more specific?

Solomon: Well, I trust your tastes on this more than my own.

MC: *Let’s get to it, guys!

Diavolo: I take it you’ll be supervising, MC?

Barbatos: It would certainly end up rather chaotic without direction.

Mammon: Ya better let me bust out my creative skills!

Asmodeus: Everyone’s blabbering away, but at least they’re motivated!

Simeon: solomon… are you sure about this?

Solomon: Yeah.

Solomon: Instead of an old empty dome that contained some ancient memory…

Solomon: …I’d much rather have a memory from this present period of my life.

Solomon: Don’t you think, Simeon?

Simeon: Solomon…

Simeon: I promise we’ll make you something worth remembering.

Lucifer: Simeon, what are you doing over there?

Lucifer: We’re going to hold a meeting to discuss the dome immediately.

Simeon: Understood!

Solomon: Welp, see you later.

Solomon: I’ll be working in my room if you need me.

2-E

Asmodeus: So, what are we gonna put in the dome?

Simeon: It’s supposed to represent a precious memory, so I’d prefer it to be something unique.

Raphael: Then, how about we make it by hand?

Luke: I agree with Raphael!

Luke: We could make dolls of everybody and line them up inside!

Satan: Dolls, hm? We’ve made something like that before, so we can use that experience.

MC: *I’ll make Solomon’s doll!

Asmodeus: Aw, but I wanted you to make my doll!

Belphegor: We all want that, don’t we?

Lucifer: MC can make Solomon’s doll, and everyone else can make their own. Is that acceptable?

Leviathan: Aight.

Asmodeus: We’ll also have to get ahold of the glass dome itself.

Simeon: Preferably a large one to fit everyone’s ideas inside.

Mammon: I saw somethin’ like that in one of the shops I do modelin’ for.

Mammon: I think they said it was handmade, so that fits the “one-of-a-kind” requirement, yeah?

Simeon: Okay, I’ll go to buy it.

Mammon: I’ll tag along. It’ll be faster to show ya, and I can get a discount there.

Simeon: Thanks, Mammon.

Mammon: Hey, it’s no biggie.

Asmodeus: Guys! Let’s make Solomon’s birthday one to remember!

<All> Yeah!

—

The day before Solomon’s birthday.

Solomon: MC, there’s something I need your help with.

Solomon: Could you come to my room after class?

2-G

Solomon: *chuckle* Didn’t expect to see this many magic items, did you?

Solomon: I’ve made everything that everyone asked for.

MC: *How about mine?

Solomon: Of course.

Solomon: That was the first one I made.

Solomon: There are a few things I can’t test by myself, though.

Solomon: That’s why I asked you here today.

Solomon: For example, this one. Leviathan requested an item that gets you fan service from your favorite person or character.

Solomon: It’s in the shape of a bracelet, so you can wear it like this.

Solomon: And since you’re my favorite person, if we make eye contact…

MC: *Blow a kiss,

Solomon: Huh, so that’s what it’s like to get fan service.

Solomon: It kind of makes you feel special, doesn’t it.

Solomon: Now I know for sure it works.

Solomon: Let’s test out the next one.

Solomon: I just need to put the bracelet back in its special case…

Solomon: Whoops.

2-I

<All> Happy birthday, Solomon!

Solomon: I’m so happy that we can celebrate together again this year.

Asmodeus: Simeon! Hurry up!

Simeon: Right.

Simeon: Take the cover off, Solomon.

Solomon: Huh?

Solomon: Wow..

Solomon: So this is the glass dome that you all made for me?

Leviathan: MC was in charge of making your doll.

Belphegor: They were pretty insistent about it, too.

Solomon: Really? That means a lot to me.

Solomon: Thank you, MC. And everyone.

Solomon: I’ll treasure this for a long, long time.

Mammon: So, uh… What about the stuff?

Mammon: You made them all, right?

Solomon: Well, yes. I did.

Solomon: It’s just that…

MC: *There was a bit of an accident.

Solomon: One of the pieces exploded, and now everything is broken.

Solomon: Sorry, guys.

Mammon: Are you friggin’ serious?!

Solomon: Sorry, everyone. I’ll make it up to you next time.

Solomon: How about some home cooking instead?

<All> ?!

Beelzebub: You should make a magic item that ensures food will always come out tasty first.

<All> Please!!!

Solomon: …Why?

FIN.

PART ONE

PART TWO KEYED ROUTE

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Have You Ever Seen the Rain (Frank Castle x f!Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This lovely request was made by @mymamalife and I loved writing it. Y'all know I love me some soft!Frank. Thank you for requesting!

My requests are open!

Request: Hi! I have a Frank x f!reader request if that's okay. Reader is afraid of storms and a big one rolls in over Hell's Kitchen and Frank finds a way of helping her through it.

Summary: A storm hits Hell's Kitchen, and Frank races home to help reader through her anxieties.

(Warnings: super soft!Frank, descriptions of anxiety/panic attack, cursing, Frank is shirtless at the end but there's no smut, let me know if i missed any!)

You eyed the storm clouds rolling over Manhattan, internally groaning and heading into the subway terminal. The weatherman had mentioned a chance of thunderstorms and you had spent the day praying to the universe that it would alter its path. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe wasn’t on your side today.  

For the last two hours you had watched the sky grow darker from your high-rise office window, finally deciding to head home early to beat the storm. This plan wouldn’t change anything, you knew that, but the idea of having a panic attack surrounded by nosy coworkers was the less appealing option of the two.  

You could always call your husband, Frank, but you didn’t want to worry him. He was a busy man, and you were a big girl. You could handle a silly little storm until he got home.  

You made your way out of the subway terminal closest to your apartment and tried not to look like you were sprinting towards your building. It was one of the nicer apartment buildings in Hell’s Kitchen and even came with a doorman, who you promptly interrupted as you rushed through the front doors.  

“Good evening, Mrs. C-” 

“Hi! Hello, Reginald! So sorry, can’t talk. Have a great evening. Bye!”  

You had exhausted your air supply trying to speak as fast as possible, which left you gulping for oxygen as you made your way towards the elevator. A loud clap of thunder echoed around the lobby, rattling the pictures hung on the wall. You let out a stunned yelp and changed directions, heading towards the stairs instead. You would not get stuck inside of a tiny elevator during this storm.  

By the time you made it to the sixth floor, you were a panting, sweaty mess. Another clap of thunder had you shakily trying to unlock your door, dropping the keys on the doormat before finally getting through the door and slamming it behind you.  

You clicked the living room lamps on and breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Rain began pelting the windows like pellets from a BB Gun and thunder shook the building. You clapped your hands over your ears and watched as your apartment went dark, power blinking on and off for a few moments before completely failing.  

“Oh god.” You mumbled, falling to your knees. You crawled towards the couch, crying out when lightning lit up the apartment for a split second. Your breath had become uneven, a trembling gasp leaving your mouth every 10 seconds. You felt around your pockets, fingers shaking as you tried to grasp your phone.  

You dialed the number without looking. You’d memorized his phone number years ago and knowing it by heart had come in handy too many times to count.  

“What’s wrong?” Frank’s voice was gruff, but not annoyed – never annoyed with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be home for another few hours, so your phone call probably set off alarm bells in his head. 

You tried to speak, tried to figure out how to tell him that you felt like you might be dying, and you needed him here, helping you get through this, but your voice had long since left you.  

“Sweetheart,” his voice was more alarmed now, “What’s wrong?”  

“I-” You started, gulping, “Frank, I-” 

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You hoped he could hear your desperation because you couldn’t get your mouth to work. 

“Are you at home, sweetheart?” 

Thunder clapped and you shrieked into the phone. 

“Ah, shit,” Frank murmured, “I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”  

You could hear him gathering his things and shoving them into his bag. You had no idea who he was staking out, but from the rustling of Frank’s bag, it seemed like he had been sitting there for hours. 

“No, it’s fine.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes tight as another bolt of lightning lit up the room around you. 

“I think I’ll stay on the line anyways,” he responded.  

Your heart sang with relief. Frank had gotten so good at reading your emotions since you’d met him that he could now do it over the phone.  

“I ran into Red last night over on 42nd. He told me to send his regards.”  

“Oh yeah?” You mumbled, trying to focus on the sound of his voice. 

“I told him to go to hell.” You could hear his grin through the phone. “I know your company recruits lawyers for your clients, but do you have to use Nelson & Murdock so often? He thinks we’re friends now.”  

“He’s my friend, and he’s nice. And he’s a good lawyer.” You retort, smiling slightly. A thunderous boom rattles the walls, and you flinch, nearly dropping the phone. 

“I’m almost home, sweet girl,” Frank coos into the phone, “Just hang on. Two more minutes.” 

You nod, even though he can’t see you. You rest your head on the floor, legs curled up under you. If someone didn’t know any better, they’d probably say you looked like you were doing yoga. 

You count to sixty twice, listening as Frank greets Reginald at the front door and heads up the stairs. When you reach fifty-five the second time around, the front door swings open. Frank rushes through the door, pushing it closed behind him with his foot. 

When he sees you lying on the floor, he hangs up the phone and tosses it on the couch behind you. He’s soaking wet and breathing heavier than normal. He strips out of his clothes, running quickly into the bedroom to put on dry clothes.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” He lets out a sympathetic sigh and sits next to you on the floor, pulling you into his lap. 

The living room lights up, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder. You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in Frank’s chest. Tears roll down your cheeks, soaking into Frank’s sweatshirt.  

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I got you.” He whispers into your hair, running his hand up and down your back. His other hand reaches up to cradle your head, softly petting your hair. 

You focus on the pattern of Frank’s hand on your back, up and down, up and down, up and down. The tears eventually stop, but you don’t lift your head from his chest. Once your heart rate lowers, Frank swiftly stands up, carrying you into your shared bedroom.  

He sits you down on the bed and helps you remove your work clothes, swapping them out for one of his soft t-shirts and a pair of shorts. You drag his sweatshirt up and he quickly pulls it over his head, crawling into bed next to you. 

“I think the worst of it has passed, baby.” He mumbles, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzle against him, eager to sink into his warmth. You could still hear the rain pounding against the windows, but Frank was right, as usual, the storm had moved past Hell’s Kitchen. 

You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into Frank’s hold.  

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss into your forehead. 

“I am now.” You leave a light kiss on his chest. “You sounded busy when I called. Did I interrupt something important?”  

“’m never too busy for you, sweetheart.” He brought his lips to yours, softly kissing you until you pulled away in a dreamy haze.  

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, listening to Frank’s strong heartbeat. He swears it beats for you and you alone, that nothing in this world could ever mean as much as you do to him. On nights like these, you were never more sure of anything. 

End Note: Thank you for reading! Y'all know I'm a hoe for soft!Frank, but I feel like I need to write some hardcore SMUT after this. Lemme know if that's something y'all would be interested in!

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

Can we get one where Rhea and reader are at the gym and someone accidentally punches R doing a work out (on purpose if u want idk) and Rhea is all protection mode

Gym Shenanigans

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: straight men, homophobia

“Wait, I’m gonna get water.” You huffed as you stepped off the step master. You’d forgotten your bottle in the changing rooms and refused to get it until you could feel your mouth dry out. Rhea told you to get it right away, but you ultimately decided to leave it until now.

“I told you.”

You shot her a playful glare, knowing she was right each time she said anything. She continued stepping while you walked towards the locker room, desperately in need of a drink before you passed out.

You’d been at this gym since forever and quite literally never had an issue with anyone else who had a membership. You rarely talk with anyone, especially when you started working out with Rhea. The occasional hello was said, but other than that you found peace and quiet at the gym.

Of course your luck had to run out.

With the water bottle in hand, you walked out of the locker room hoping to get back to the stair master before Rhea managed to finish her workout. It was early so the gym was quiet, yet people surrounded you almost everywhere you walked.

“Well, if it isn’t the lesbian.” You looked to the side and furrowed your brows at the guy who basically shouted at you from the bench he was sat at. You’ve seen him a couple of times, but he usually came in a bit later so naturally you didn’t pay much attention to him.

“Fuck off.” You scoffed, taking a sip of your water as you walked on. He seemed too adamant to talk to you though, whistling at you before standing up and walking after you.

“Oi, I said something.”

“Me too. I told you to fuck off.”

The whistle caught Rhea’s attention and she watched from a distance as the man talked to you. Your expression didn’t seem too keen, so she stopped her machine to pay more attention to what was going on.

She didn’t even know what happened. One second you were walking back towards Rhea with a sour expression and within a blink of an eye you were bending over holding your nose in pain.

Rhea dropped everything and ran though people working out towards you, completely pissed and confused as to why he’d put his hands on you.

“What the fuck, dude.” She pushed his shoulder a couple of times, making him double back a few steps. If she wasn’t so worried about you she’d punch him back, but you were her priority so she turned around and placed her hands on your shoulders. “You okay?”

“No.” You took your hands away from your face, revealing the very bloody nose and the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. You had a high pain tolerance, so the only reason you were crying was because of the impact and the initial shock.

By now people gathered around, including personnel and gym trainers to check out what happened. The guy that punched you was being kept back by three other men while he screamed some stupid homophobic shit at the two of you.

You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, watching as he was struggling against the people holding him back. Rhea looked over her shoulder, frown so deep you could very clearly see what she was thinking.

“Don’t. Let’s just go.” You grabbed her hand and smiled reassuringly, starting to walk away back towards the lockers. The man was escorted out, thankfully. The second you reached somewhere where there was less people you groaned out in discomfort, holding your nose again. “That fucking sucked.”

“What even happened?” She asked you, lifting you onto one of the higher benches. Standing between your legs and gently gripping your wrists, she pulled your hands away to see your nose.

“I don’t know, he was saying something about me being lesbian then when I tried to walk away, he literally grabbed my shoulders turned me around and punched me.”

Rhea grabbed some tissues and had you hold it to your nose while she got some more to clean it properly. Thankfully it wasn’t broken, but you’d have a black eye for the next week without a doubt.

“Hey, if I see him again I’m beating his ass.” She reminded you, a little playfully as she cleaned your nose.

“Don’t think he’ll be coming back here.” You hissed when she accidentally moved your nose a little too harshly.

“Sorry.” She whispered. “He better not.”

THE END

[c0smic-dawn]

Shade | Oikawa Tooru

Summary: Oikawa wants to break up because the shade of his once bright relationship has darkened and it’s his fault for not loving her enough.

Word count: 2,471k

Fic notes + warnings: Oikawa x fem!reader, mentions of fluff (through flashbacks), angst, mentions of cheating, one-shot, swearing(?), established relationship, song fic, based off of Shade by Yukika.

Song link: https://youtu.be/rK69AriTIZc

Note from the author: Hi, hello! So, this is probably one of my first ever angst fics and I have been meaning to write this for MONTHS now and haven’t had time. Once I heard this song I knew I had to write something based off the lyrics! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry if there is any errors in grammar or any of that, I’m too lazy to edit. Lots of love! -Cyber

Let’s break up,

Oikawa stared at the ceiling of his bedroom with a peacefully sleeping (Y/n) by his side. His mind scattered with the only coherent thought being the thought of breaking off his relationship with his current girlfriend. At this point, He knew it couldn’t stay just a thought and that it had to be an action made in his part. He needed to break things off. 

The longer he stared at his ceiling the worse his thoughts got and the twist in his stomach tightened.

Because I’m a bad person, because I don’t love you.

Tooru glanced over at (Y/n)’s sleeping form and felt his heart clench. He knew what he was doing was horrible. He knew he was a horrible person for staying after what he did. He was horrible for not loving her the way he used to. She deserved to be loved but he couldn’t give that to her.

Your shade is darkness to me, goodbye.

Staring at (Y/n) peacefully sleeping, he couldn’t help but feel this disgusting guilt in himself over what he had done and her not knowing anything. It made her once warm, bright, caring nature feel dark and all because of his own guilt. All of this because of something he did to someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who didn’t know what he did.

Maybe it wasn’t love between us. Was that an unjustified, meaningless relationship?

Tooru rationalized with himself almost every night that their relationship was just a simple, forgettable high school relationship. One that people would call silly in the future due to them thinking it was truly love. He was right, wasn’t he? They were only in high school, it’s not like those relationships last. That’s what he told himself. Though, he knew the truth. He knew that (Y/n) was possibly the best thing to happen to him. That (Y/n) loved and trusted him. She accepted him for himself, his flaws, and never once wanted him to change. She loved him for who he was even though he felt he didn’t deserve it.

The momentary tremble, the momentary joy

Tooru felt like his heart was about to explode as he awaited (Y/n)’s answer. Her (e/c) eyes staring at him wide and her whole face covered in shock. It felt like hours to him as he waited for her to answer. Suddenly, he heard a laugh. A laugh he had grown to love throughout his time getting to know the girl. One that never failed to make his face break out into a smile.

“You’re telling me, the Oikawa Tooru: Captain and setter of Seijoh; Aoba Josai’s idol, is asking me out?” She asked smugly while smirking up at him. “what happened to ‘My only love is volleyball’, hmm?” she chuckled as she referenced what he had once said to a confession he had gotten earlier that year. The sentence alone was enough to make his face heat up in embarrassment.

“You know I only said that to get her to leave me alone!” He huffed making her laugh once more.

“No way! Are you embarrassed, Tooru-kun?” (Y/n) teased. Tooru glared slightly at her response and swallowed back the slight hurt from her lack of answer. “You know what, let’s just forget about this, (Y/n)-chan...okay? I’ll see you later.” He quickly dusted off what he said earlier and smiled to save face from the embarrassment of being rejected. Turning on his heel ready to forget this happened and head to practice.

“Wait, Tooru!” She quickly grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry, I would love to go out with you.” Her voice trembled slightly like she suddenly realized he was serious about his confession. Those trembly words were enough to send his heart into overdrive. Before she knew it, Oikawa scooped her up in his arms and smiled.

“Tooru!” She squeaked out of surprise. There was a beat of silence as he held her and took in the joy of this moment.

“(Y/n)-chan?”

“hm?”

“I’m so getting you back for teasing me earlier.”

Those emotions sometimes become an after-image that torments me

His stomach twisted remembering that day. He remembers the pure happiness he felt when he finally told her his feelings. The days after where he would tease her just to see her get embarrassed, where they would do stupid things together, where they would just want to be with each other for the hell of it. Those once amazing times made him feel sick and he knew he was at fault for it. All because he felt unfulfilled with the endless love he was given. All because he was selfish and wanted more. 

Tooru’s eyes stung with tears as he realized the weight of what he had truly done. Just staring at her was causing him to feel guilty. Quickly turning away from her, he stared at his bedroom wall and waited for sleep to consume him.

Let’s break up, because I am a bad person. Because I don’t love you. Your shade is darkness to me.

It was morning after the long night. (Y/n) was in the living room talking on the phone with her mother while Oikawa slowly made his way out of his room. He didn’t want to face her. Last night was hard enough, but he couldn’t tell her no when she asked to stay the night with him. He made his way to the living room hoping she would be to busy on the phone to notice him. He wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. He didn’t want to hurt her but if he didn’t tell her then it would only cause more pain.

but could he even handle that pain? Could he handle no longer having her in his life? 

“Oh! Morning, Tooru!” 

He was too caught up in his thoughts to realize that he was in the living room. (Y/n) greeted at him with a bright smile and quickly went to end the call with her mother.

Stop it. I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me? Goodbye.

Tooru tensed slightly as she ended the call and turned to him once more. She was quick to see his change in body language and tilted her head in concern, “Hey, are you okay?”

That question felt like he was being punched in the gut. He couldn’t stand her caring for him after his unfaithful actions. He couldn’t stand any of the situation anymore. Even though he wanted to wait to have this conversation his guilt was eating him alive. He would rather see her angry and yelling at him than her being so caring after him doing what he did.

“We need to talk” the words quickly left his mouth.

Memories can sometimes wear a smiley mask when the truth isn’t really like that

(Y/n) was quick to agree and sat next to him on the couch. She seemed to notice his off actions. In honesty, He knew she has taken notice the past couple of days. He was avoiding her in the halls when at school. He would only see her in the mornings before class, during lunch, and during practice. Even during those times he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t her Tooru. His usually playfulness was forced. His eyes didn’t match his smile but she never questioned. He knew she wanted to believe everything was fine yet even she knew everything wasn’t fine.

“Let’s break up.” As he said those words, it seemed they both felt as if ice water was dumped on them. It was quiet. (Y/n) stared at him as if searching for reason while Tooru felt his stomach twist knowing her next move.

“Why?”

It was a simple question yet it felt like one of the hardest that Tooru had ever answered in his whole life.

By you, I wish I wasn’t engraved in you mind like a cold you once had. I don’t want be your past.

He felt like he couldn’t answer. He knew that she truly loved him. He knew that this would hurt her deeply. He was someone that was deep into her life, someone that, if they left, would leave a scar on them. He absolutely hated that he was that engraved into her life. 

(Y/n) was his best friend before he became her boyfriend. He didn’t want all that to be done. He truly didn’t want to be just in her past and nothing more than a douchebag boyfriend. He didn’t want her gone from his life but he knew that he deserved to just be someone from her past. That she would move on with her life and he wouldn’t be apart of it. 

Her gaze seemed to refuse to leave his face as she waited for the answer. He hated that he could already see the hurt in her face. It was probably mirrored on his own. Tooru knew the next words to fall from his mouth would sting the both of them, but it had to be said. It needed to be said.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Silence.

After a moment, a wobbly pained smile made it onto (Y/n)’s face. “I understand.”, She whispered out trying to cover the obvious pain in her voice. Her eyes were slowly filling with tears that she seemed to be fighting off. Tooru felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn with the same tears as hers. He had no right to cry after the harsh words he said to her but he couldn’t help it.

Now, there’s nothing between us. I don’t want you to try hard to bother me, it’ll be harder for me.

“Can we still be friends?” She asked weakly as she stood from her seat, her body no longer facing him. He knew she was crying and trying not to let him see. That action itself was enough to get a few tears to slip from his stinging eyes. A sob was bubbling in his chest but he forced it down.

Could they still be friends? 

He pondered over it before. As much as he wants to still be in her life, he knew he couldn’t. Every time he would look at her, he knew he would feel guilt and the pain of his own actions. Looking at her alone would make him want to hug her and tell her he was sorry hundreds of times, and he knew she would forgive him; but he didn’t deserve forgiveness. He needed to suffer for what he did to someone who deserved nothing but the world. Even if it meant losing an old friend. 

After a long silence, she knew his answer. Once again, she nodded as if she understood and quickly cleared her throat. “Okay then...Goodbye, Tooru....” The sentence died at the end of her throat as if she had one more thing to say but couldn’t bring herself to say it. Tooru got up and walked her to the front door. He refused to meet her eyes as he opened the door for her. 

“I love you” were the only words she said as she swiftly left.

Will I be okay by myself? Will I be okay without you? I’m afraid, but the longer we hold on it’ll be more painful.

That night Oikawa laid in his bed, chest aching, eyes red from tears, and phone in hand .He questioned himself millions of times after what happened. Staring at the picture of the two of them on his home screen kept taunting him with the questions if he would truly be fine without (Y/n) in his life. Someone he considered his best friend. Someone who taught him that it was okay to not be the best. Someone who didn’t judge him if he broke down from the stress of everything.

Deep down he knew that if he never broke it off, (Y/n) would only suffer more. That he would suffer as well but that his suffering was deserved. He was selfish but he couldn’t let someone innocent be in pain because of his infidelity. If he had held onto her, she would no longer be the bright light that others needed.

Slowly, Tooru turned off his phone and closed his eyes finally letting himself sob. Letting himself understand the loss he caused and the pain he gave someone he deeply cared for.

Let’s break up,

Months have passed. Time has moved on, but Oikawa hasn’t. Everything still hurt as fresh as the day he cheated. The day he ruined everything. 

No one noticed though. On the outside, Tooru was still that happy-go-lucky, flirty, confident volleyball captain that girls loved. No one could tell that he was still suffering from his own actions months ago. The only one that was ever able to tell when Tooru was faking was (Y/n) and she has moved on, no longer apart of his life. 

Wondering the halls, He was quickly pulled to stop when he heard a familiar laugh. One that he used to love but now only reminded him of his disgusting actions. He should’ve kept walking but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know how she was, if she was happy, if she hated him, he didn’t care. He wanted to just see her once more.

I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me?

As his brown eyes made their way towards the sound, he spotted her.

She looked happy and laughing with a friend of hers. His heart felt like it was squeezed when she looked over in his direction. What was going to happen? Would she instantly ignore him? He wouldn’t be hurt if she did.

But it didn’t happened.

(Y/n)’s eye met Tooru’s and she smiled. A smile that held no malice, no pain, no anger. She lifted her hand and gently waved in his direction, the soft smile never leaving her face as she did so and with a small nod in his direction, she walked off with her friend.

Tooru felt sick. He felt confused. Why didn’t she hate him? Why did she still treat him so kindly? Seeing her treat him kindly hurt so much worse than if she hated him. He wished she would hate him. If she hated him, the pain would stop. He did nothing but hurt her; yet here she was still treating him with that warm, bright kindness that brought him to her in the first place.

He stood staring at the spot she once stood and with his heart aching realized that he was finally just someone from her past.

Goodbye

[fuck-customers]

Customer who deserve their own special circle of hell + bonus commentary bc I had to deal with several of these tonight during a post-event rush and I’m tired: (I’m sure y’all can relate)

-the ones who harass you to come serve them, but don’t even end up knowing what they want/haven’t even looked at the menu yet, resulting in several agonising minutes of “hmmm maybe I’ll get…” while I sense both the food I have on, and my brain, burning to a crisp

-Irresponsible parent who lets their child do whatever the fuck they want because “oh kids, y’know?” Looking at you Linda, who let her disgusting crotch goblin continually ring the service bell throughout not only her order, but the people before her’s as well. And yeah I saw him lick the display cabinet and you watch and do nothing. Jokes on you, I don’t have to clean that thing myself and he’ll probably catch something

-People who hand you a mountain of change and go ���Sorry, I just want to clear some of this out” like that makes it any less of a pain in the ass. Same goes for the $100 note for a $5 purchase people. Do I look like a fucking bank to you?

-Take forever to get their money and/or membership card out. Like hello idiot is this procedure new to you? The money is a little more understandable, but how can you come her a few times every week without fail and STILL not understand you should have your membership card out and ready during transaction! “Do you need my card for the discount?” Uh, DUH! Didn’t we do this yesterday, come the fuck on, use your head! (When it gets really busy and I’m feeling especially spiteful, I stop reminding people for the 50th time about the card because fuck you, if you’re not smart enough to realise how this works by now then no discount for you)

-Doesn’t listen when you repeat their order or look at the preview screen, and then gets mad when something is wrong - or gives you the wrong order and tries to act like you owe them an apology for being a fuck up. I’m sorry you’re stupid I guess?

-Wants to start a conversation despite the obviously large line behind them. I get you’re trying to be nice, but I seriously don’t care about which flavour of sauce you like better and why please just gtfo of my line!

-People who continue to ring the bell after you tell them you’ll just be a minute, or go to the window facing into the back and start trying to get your attention. I hope you know that every time you ring it, I add an extra minute onto how long I keep you waiting, and don’t expect me to treat you with any kind of respect during our interaction.

-This is a very specific pet peeve, but people who over explain the items on the menu. Yes, I KNOW the wedges come with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce. I KNOW the fish comes with tartare, I FUCKING KNOW what the burger has on it! We have one fucking burger option! Why must you drag this out by making me finish waiting for you to list every ingredient in an item like I haven’t made it several hundred times, how hard is it to just say the thing and go away! Far too common example; Customer: “can I get the fish and fries” Me: “Fish and fries, got it” C: “The one with the fish pieces” Me: “Yes, I know” C: “You know, that comes with the tartare sauce” Me: “Okay got it” C: “The one with the lemon and fish” Me: “OKAY I GOT IT WE ONLY HAVE ONE FISH AND FRIES ON THE FUCKING MENU”

-The repeaters, who act like you’re fucking stupid. C: “I want that takeaway” Me: “Okay takeaway, anything else?” C: “Did you get that it’s takeaway?” Me: “I did, anything else?” C: “It’s takeaway.” 🙂

In summary, fuck customers. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.