#i want to wither up and die and put my earbuds in

[lilac-melody]

Ugh

[stesierra]

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I'm taking an open tag from @theroseempress!

My words are: lock, rain, growl, and slight. I'm drawing from School of Souls.

I'm not tagging anyone because my brain doesn't work.

Lock

I pulled my cellphone off of its charger. No signal, of course. But I didn’t need a signal for what I’d downloaded before coming up here.

I popped earbuds in and turned on my music app. Soulful music poured into my ears. Indie stuff that was a bit folk, a bit pop. But it didn’t make me sleepy at all. I was exhausted and wide-awake.

On my phone, in the middle of the gallery, I found my last picture of Dad. He smiled from a hospital bed, his hair and beard a shade darker than my strawberry blonde locks. We had the same blue eyes and oval faces, but I had Mom’s nose. I zoomed in on his face; I didn’t want to see the tubes that came out of his chest and off his arms.

They’d taken the tubes out for the funeral. Dad had gone into the ground in his favorite clothes: a blue polo shirt and skinny jeans, with sneakers he’d never gotten a chance to wear to the gym. His casket had been hardwood, decorated with music notes, and all the students who’d taken vocal lessons with him attended to cry over his grave.

Tears seeped down my face. They tasted like the ocean.

“I’m turning off the lights now,” Declan said. “Put your phone away.”

I didn’t. I stared at my dad and felt my heart break the way it always did.

His footsteps padded towards me. “Hey! Go to sleep. We’re getting up early, and—” He halted. “What’s wrong? Juniper? Hey, Juniper.” His voice grew very gentle, but I didn’t look away from Dad’s face.

The bed shifted as he sat down by my feet. “What happened?” he said.

“My dad died,” I whispered, as if it wouldn’t be true if I just were quiet enough.

“Just now? How’d you get a signal?”

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “Eleven months ago.”

“Oh. And you’re not over it yet?”

I sniffled. How could I get over it? Dad and I had been tight. He’d practically raised me single-handedly, looking after me while Mom worked her big shot lawyer job. I’d crawled underfoot while he taught his music students in our living room. I’d sung along with his piano when I was a little older. He’d taught me to cook, wearing his Kiss the Cook apron, and when I went vegetarian, he spent a month looking up new recipes and never complained, even though he loved cooking steaks and roasts and chops. He was a good dad. The best dad.

I said it aloud, my voice watery, and Declan nodded. “My dad died, too, a long time ago. There was this big smallpox outbreak. He caught it from a neighbor, and they both died. I was the man of the family after that.”

I stared at him. “Smallpox is extinct. Eradicated.”

Declan faltered. “Right. Vaccines. But this was before that.”

“Smallpox hasn’t been around in the US since 1949. I know. I learned about it in middle school. We did a project on vaccination.”

“Oh, nevermind,” Declan said, waving that away. “The point is, I understand what you’re going through. What disease got your dad? Consumption?”

I stared at him. “You mean tuberculosis? This isn’t the eighteen hundreds. They just put people on antibiotics for that now.”

He huffed. “All right, smarty-pants. How’d your dad die, then?”

Rain

Sure enough, something had mangled the bear’s right front paw, and it curled it close to its chest as it watched us quietly.

I hate to see animals in pain. Before my dad died, the worst experience I ever had was watching my childhood dog, Pepper, decline and wither and die. I turned to Luna and asked, “You can heal him, can’t you? That’s what heal-transformers do.”

Luna smirked at me. “Of course I can. Watch this.” She spread her arms, gazing straight at the bear. “Je cause division cellulaire.”

The swollen red wound on the bear’s paw closed and turned pale. Then black fur erupted from the perfect, undamaged skin, and in moments the paw looked no different from the other. The bear examined it and carefully put its weight on the healed limb. It held.

“That’s so wonderful,” Valentina breathed.

It was. It was everything I’d dreamed of when Declan told me I could learn magic. I felt fantastic, like I’d just witnessed a new puppy be born. “How does it work?” I asked Luna, hungry for more information. Anything that would turn me into a miracle worker who could save people like Dad.

Luna preened and said, “I just triggered the right cells to undergo mitosis. But be careful. You have to know which cells you want it to work on, and know what the anatomy of the animal should be. Otherwise, you’ll just give it cancer.”

My plans to memorize the spell and use it myself screeched to a halt. “That happens if you mess up magic?”

“If you don’t know enough, yeah,” Luna said. “That’s why you have to study biology for a few years before trying spells.” She smiled at me, looking angelic enough that I expected a halo to spring up around her head. “Armando, do you have control of its mind?”

The boy said something in another language I didn’t recognize. “There. I activated sleep paralysis. Do your worst.”

“My best,” Luna purred. “Watch this.” And she waved towards the bear. “Tu te transformas en baudroie à bosse.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the bear’s face flattened, and its fur fell out, replaced by slimy brown skin. Its mouth gaped huge and wide, growing needle-like teeth, and its nose turned to two little holes in its face. A little protrusion grew out of its forehead. It screamed and tried to thrash, but Armondo had frozen it in place. It moved less than an inch from side to side.

I felt like throwing up. “Stop it! Leave it alone! Turn it back!”

“Turn it back?” Luna asked. “Do you know how much knowledge I had to gain to do this? I had to learn all about bears and fish, and there isn’t even that much information about Melanocetus johnsonii.”

“Just stop!” I screamed at her. Tears beaded up in my eyes. The bear was growing smaller, its legs deforming. And it was roaring in pain.

“That’s probably a good place to stop, Luna,” Declan said. “If you change it too much, it’ll suffocate. And then it won’t be any good for practice.”

Luna sighed. “Fine. Arrête!”

The bear’s transformation stopped, but there wasn’t much of a bear left. It still had legs and a stocky, powerful body, but it was an awful fish-creature, and its tiny beady eyes regarded us with hate.

Luna smiled and said, “Send it away, Armondo. And then we’d better head back in time for class.”

It began to rain, and my tears mixed with water from the sky.

Growl

Half an hour later, I put down my Spanish dictionary and said, “I've got it. I think.”

“Show me,” she demanded. The zolpidem had worked its powers on me, and souls curled around the edges of her body, visible as a flicker here and there. Like shadows cast from far away.

The problem with zolpidem—one of many—is that it lessens my inhibitions, sometimes when I need them most. I wadded up my paper and tossed it at her. It smacked her in the chest, and she growled, “Girl,” at me like it was a warning. But she flattened the paper and examined my work.

Slight

I monitored my body as we waited. When the zolpidem took effect, I relaxed slightly, and the world took on a drowsy edge. But it was so much less than taking a whole pill. Or four of them. I worried it wouldn’t be enough to make the ghosts visible right until the first one drifted through the closed door and straight into the room.

I rose from my seat and turned to face the new arrivals. My ghost, the girl with the skinny neck and flapper dress, floated straight up to me and examined me with ice-blue eyes.

I looked her straight in the face and asked her, “Who are you? Why are you here, following me?”

The ghost’s eyes widened. She pointed at her chest, a disbelieving expression on her transparent face.

“Yes, you. I can see you. And feel you when you sit in my chair.”

The ghost looked amazed. She flitted about me, examining me from every angle.

“Who are you?” I repeated. “Tell me.”

She faltered in the air. And then she said, in a breathy voice that seemed to come from light-years away, “I’m Opal. Opal Patton.”

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[you-did-well-moon]

Werewolf!Yunho meeting his mate

Type: Werewolf au, angst, fluff

Pairing: Werewolf!Yunho x HumanFemale!reader

Word count:  2,994

A/n: I know this took a long time, trust me, it felt like a long time for me too. With how I view Yunho, I expected this to be happier than it is. I was having a hard time while writing this, and it reflected on the story. Anyways please enjoy and stay safe!

TW: toxic relationship, financial struggle, deadlines, stressed reader, emotional and verbal pain, toxic masculinity, if I missed anything please tell me.

You sat at the foot of your bed, still not made, staring at the mirror resting against your dull colored wall with lifeless blank eyes. Your posture slouched as you finished tying the laces of your running shoes huffing and letting your arms flop to the ground. Looking at the mirror, you tried smiling, but it was meak and disappeared as soon as it appeared. 

You hadn’t smiled a real smile in so long, you forgot what it felt like. To smile. To be happy. The forgotten emotion was one you took for granted when it was easy to to bask in the warmth of it. Now it's just cold. Cold and empty. 

You looked away from the mirror with a tight feeling coiling in the base of your chest not being able to bear looking at the stranger staring back at you any longer. Your gaze fell to the laptop, abandoned, due to frustration on your desk in the forgotten corner of the room. The thought of unfinished drafts and incomplete sentences shook violently in your mind. Disappointment in yourself pooling in your gut remembering your editor’s words. 

“If you can’t give us at least a first draft by the end of the month, we’ll have to unfortunately let you and your novel go.”

How pathetic was it that you couldn’t even come up with a simple sentence. A description, dialogue, a metaphor. Nothing. Anytime you sat yourself in front of the desk, your mind went blank. The cursor blinking at the top of the page mocked you with the possibility of millions of words. Not one ever made its way onto the page.  

The end of the month was in two weeks. 

You felt tears of hopelessness stinging the corner of your eyes, and you abruptly stood up grabbing your wireless earbuds, phone, and bag. Making your way into the kitchen you grabbed the water in the fridge and placed it inside your back, nothing but a numb feeling alienating you from reality and its broken expectations. You heard the front door of your little apartment open and slam close shaking the thin walls of the building. 

Your heart lurched as you winced immediately feeling like you were walking on eggshells. You were usually quick enough to leave before he got home from work, but you had been a tad bit late this one time. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly hoping for it to ground you through whatever vile words came from the one person you should have been able to trust with your ugliest feelings. 

Trying to walk past your boyfriend, eyes trained on the chipped wood of the front door did no good when he kissed his teeth and huffed as soon as he caught sight of you.

“You’re never home when I get home from work, and the one time you are here, you run away not even saying hi to me? Not even a “hey honey how was work today” or maybe a “hi love what would you like for dinner?” and never a “you’ve worked hard would you like a massage?” It's the same shit every day. You treat me like nothing when I'm the reason you even have a roof over your head woman.”

You kept your mouth the whole time he rambled on trying to ignore the clear stench of beer being able to reach you even with all the distance separating you, and the feeling of disgust mixed with desperation pooling at the bottom of your gut at yourself for not speaking up for yourself. Opening your mouth instead of letting your voice be taken from you. A long time ago, you would always say you would rather die than be without your voice. In a sense, you had died a long time ago. 

Around three months after you had started dating. That had been two years ago. 

Your English degree really did you no good. Not having enough time to be an intern in college really screwed you over when no job would take a bright eyed girl with the same passion in her heart for writing as a Karen’s passion for business that wasn’t hers, but with no experience. Even if the apartment was under your name, you’d probably be kicked out in weeks time.

You hated all of it. Everything that made up both the small and big parts of your life, you hated it. You hated his greasy hair and beady eyes, the nasty rough stubble covering the lower part of his face as a result of his laziness. You hated the hesitation in leaving him because of the fear of the stack of bills piling up next to the fridge. You hated the editors who couldn’t find it in some part of their greedy selves to extend your deadline. You hated the empty drafts sitting in your laptop collecting what could only be dead dreams and despair. You hated the cold emptiness that was always present in the confines of your chest. 

You recoiled at the way he said “woman” the same way someone would talk about a bug. Small and insignificant. Patronizing and confident in the worst way. You set your mouth in a tight line not even being able to look at him. Shifting your feet, you crossed your arms and looked up to the sky as if calling out to some unknown being to get you out of this pathetic corner you were trapped in. You cursed under your breath looking at the dying flowers on the coffee table with distaste as they wilted towards you mocking you. 

“What was that?” His voice got rougher with the menacing edge of fanned masculinity and control. Something that could put you in a dangerous place in a very fast amount of time. You looked at him with dull eyes poking your cheek with your tongue as a cold feeling settled in your gut. 

Your hands fell limply to your side and you chuckled humorlessly. 

“Fuck you”.

Those two words were enough to set him off as you slowly blinked and looked at the ground feeling your heart falter when he abruptly got up. You tried to stand your ground, but the surge of confidence was quickly withering away with fear taking its place. 

Ethan was bigger than you. Even if he wasn’t that much taller than you, there was a noticeable difference in his frame and yours. Weirdly enough, you didn’t regret your curse at him. The words still burned brilliantly on the tip of your tongue. 

It was bittersweet of course. His nose flared, and his eyes bulged as he took large strides over to you knocking the coffee table over on his path to you.

“What did you say to me you-” his words were said through gritted teeth, brash and loud in the silent apartment.

 Maybe he was bigger and stronger than you, but you were faster.

You inhaled sharply reacting fast as your hand reached behind you, turning the knob and slipping around it slamming the door close. Your bag bumped against your back while you bolted to the door with the word “stairs” painted in big bold letters across it. You were already at the door when you heard your apartment door open and Ethan angrily called your name. Threatening to break your laptop if you didn’t go back right this instant. 

You couldn’t help but snicker at the weak attempt. It’s not like there were much but empty pages anyways. 

A heavy feeling soon settled on your chest as you went down the stairs. Your apartment was on the 4th floor, and the stairs weren’t the most taken care of, but it’s not like you had much of a choice anyways. It seemed these days you were always wanting to run away from something. 

Your heart felt a little lighter when the warm rays of sun met your skin and the fresh air outside flooded your senses. Your walk to the park went as usual. Cars racing to get where they needed to, people chattered about everything and nothing, and your thoughts wandered to a world far away from this one. 

A world that wasn’t as dark as this one. At the same time your mind became your executioner, it became your safe place. The sick contrast making a nasty feeling flood your chest.

You arrived at the park with a small smile. The normalcy of the day bringing a little comfort to your still racing heart. Kids ran around, laughter ringing in the air around them as their parents watched on benches gossiping among themselves. People raced fast either by foot, bicycle, or skateboard, a visible sheen on their necks. You looked for the kind old man who always looked after your bag while you ran. 

He owned a music store a few blocks away, and he always sat on the bench closest to the pond with his cute corgi and habitually feeding the ducks peas and lettuce leaves when finished  with a certain chapter of his book. You walked up to him with a small smile as he looked up and took the sight of you in with fatherly worry.  

“You look a little pale kid, everything alright?” 

You did your best to liven up and gave your best customer service smile which the older man immediately saw through.

“Of course Mr.Jung. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m just a little tired from the editors. They’re on my back more than usual”, you laughed nervously as he hummed in understanding.

“I hope that boy of yours isn’t giving you any problems. Hey kid, have you ever heard of the term “break up?” he looked so serious you had to compose your shocked face. 

You waved your hands rapidly “I promise Mr.Jung everything is fine there is...I...oh my” you took a shaky breath as he simply shrugged his shoulders and pet his smaller companion who was having a very serious stare down with a duck. 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your yoga pants while you looked around at the tacky named paths trying to decide which one to run today. 

“The Pupper Runner path looks particularly nice today,” he suggested. You looked at the path pursing your lips in thought. The path wasn’t one you ran frequently. Since it was one of the wider and flatter paths, there were more people such as families or people walking their dogs. You also didn’t like having run-ins with the cyclists who were grouchier around this time of day for some odd reason.

After contemplating it, you shrugged and decided why not. Getting run over by a ticking time bomb on wheels wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen today. With a small smile sent in Mr.Jungs way, you checked your shoe laces before starting out with a light jog making your way down the specific path.

There was nothing really different about today’s run than others. Just having to dodge the wheel demons and kids happily running ahead of their worried mothers. You were grateful for the distraction. It kept you from straying too far into your head. It was just you running. Running like you always did these days, your shoes slapping on the concrete path and Got7 blaring in your ears. 

The heat of the sun shone on your skin, but oddly you still felt cold. It was always cold these days. A light breeze fresh to your burning skin as desperate eyes caught yours, and you were once again bought out of your stupor. 

A small boy was kneeled down fingers clutching his untied shoelaces not far from his dad who was trying to calm a crying baby. You didn’t really have a strong adoration for kids, but his panicked pinched face compelled you to come to a slow stop in front of him. Your chest heaved as you bent down to his level sitting on your heels and wrapped your arms around your legs.

“Hey bud, you need some help there?”

The kid made a distraught sound as he nodded his face shaking his hair out of his eyes. He looked dumb founded as he stared at his shoe laces in search of answers they would never give.

“Mama said to make a bunny, but this looks more like my aunt Carol’s dog” he sadly told you.

You snorted reaching out gently to tie his laces with a double knot.

With a grin you looked up at him ruffling his hair and giving him a thumbs up which he happily returned with a toothy smile.

“It’s alright kid, you’ll eventually get it. Just keep trying yeah? Don’t settle or you might catch yourself tripping next time you go on a walk. You’ll get hurt. Wouldn’t want that would we”, you said, lips still stretched kindly upwards, but something in your words struck stingingly deep in your chest. 

As the kid nodded happily with a carefree laugh you were about to get up when you heard the air being split and a strained voice yelling “watch out!!”. 

You looked up, panicked, only to see a frisbee racing right in your direction with alarming speed. With the goal of protecting the small child, you quickly turned your body. Your shoes making a rough sound against the concrete as a startled light cry left the younger boy’s mouth.

With your hands ready, you easily caught the frisbee gasping at the shock of the situation. You quickly shook it off as you gripped the frisbee turning back to the child who profusely thanked you, his small hands shaking as they clutched onto the hem of your shirt. 

You simply smiled reassuringly tapping his shoe and ushering him back to his father who has begun to successfully calm the fussing baby down. 

With shaking knees you tried to get up only to wince and slightly waver at the sharp sting that hit your ankle area. You clenched your jaw feeling more than annoyed at the current situation in hand. 

You stood up grumbling under your breath as a tall figure jogged over to you. While he made his way toward you, your narrowed eyes met his wide, apologetic ones. 

You felt the world shift around you as a calming warmth shot through your body melding with the confusion and panic pooling in your gut, and his eyes widened impossibly as he stumbled managing to stabilize himself right in time in front of you. His figure standing just inches away from you as his hands trembled, and his lips slightly parted.

You got a slight whiff of cologne and mint, but more than anything, the weird feeling in your gut was making a way for the dreadful panic clouding around your heart. 

You felt warm. 

After feelings of feeling nothing but the hollow cold licking at your veins, there was a nice warmth settling in your chest. 

You were scared of it. 

With a heavy chest you slightly inched back left somewhat immobile due to the aching pain in your ankle. “What the hell?”, you immediately set off on questioning him leading him to shake his head frantically at you. 

“I’m so sorry, i really am.” He put his hand on his chest as if trying to prove his sincerity to you, but you breathlessly took a step back stunned by the intense feelings taking over your heart and mind. 

You tried shaking it off, but the warmth lingered. 

You weren’t sure you wanted it to go away. 

“There’s kids here”, you were so distracted by all the emotions circling your mind you couldn’t possibly put any effort into arguing with the young man. His lips parted to make way for his lips as he nodded his head in understanding. “I know, I'll be more careful next time. I promise.”

Somehow, you knew he was being truthful. You went to say something, possibly something dangerous, but you shook your head and waved your hand. 

You tried taking a step but lightly hissed at the sharp pain that shot from your ankle up your leg. The man instantly dove forward steadying you with a heavy hand between your shoulder blades, and the other hovering in worry near your collarbone. 

With wide eyes you looked at him as he realized his un-asked for touch and immediately went to back away. 

He couldn’t.  

Your hand was clutching the cloth of his shirt near his shoulder blades. Hands slowly uncurling, you smiled awkwardly, but he kept his hand where it was. At his touch, the warmth licking the insides of your body became all the more distracting. 

“Um, I don’t think you can go all the way back home like this”, he cleared his throat looking at you shily under his bangs. Flustered, you smiled at the ground before looking back up and timidly asking “I can't. Mind helping me out?”.

At your question he let out a beaming grin nodding eagerly. He went to stand in front of you, and he crouched down looking at you over his shoulder with soft brown eyes. You did a small jump, and were caught by his hands slightly gripping under your thighs. 

He gave a low chuckle that somehow was felt from where your chest was pressed up against his shoulder blades. “So...what’s your name?”. You let a light giggle escape, “Y/n, yours?”. You saw his jaw move with the syllables of your name whispering it to himself. 

“Yunho”, you smiled also sounding out the name on your own mouth. You gave a shuddering exhale, and you laid your head on his shoulder letting yourself really rest for what seemed like the first time in forever. 

That night you walked right past Ethan who was quick to begin yelling at you, and you tucked yourself under the safety of your blankets feeling the warmth still encasing your heart, so comforting and alive.  

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: bakugou katsuki x reader

𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: depression, self-loathing, unrequited love

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: i found about this song recently and i’ve never cried to a song so much before because it just awoke some past experiences ??

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i still remember, third of december

it was a cold evening as you were heading back home from ua highschool. you had left your sweater back at home and you were hugging your arms around yourself. your teeth were chattering as you speed-walked to your bus stop.

you bundled yourself up on the bench, rubbing your hands up and down your arms in effort to create heat. you plugged in your earbuds, listening to the quiet acoustics while looking at the people passing by (all correctly equipped with warm, thick clothing).

“oi!” you jolted as you felt your left earbud being snatched out of your ear and being promptly yelled at afterward. you met the blonde’s crimson eyes next to you while slightly dazed. “don’t fucking ignore me!”

me in your sweater

“here, you were shaking like a lost dog,” he shoved a sweater in your lap and turned to look toward his phone once again. “huh?” you were about to protest but he shot you down quickly, “i have my own plus i don’t want you to think that i had some sort of favor to return after training this morning.”

you said it looked better, on me, than it did you

you gawked a little at the red and black sweater before nodding and thanking him. you slipped the material over your uniform which fit you a little on the bigger side. “don’t thank me and don’t bother returning it... it looks better on you anyway.” he grunts, getting up to go on the bus as it rolled up to the curb.

it smelled like him – like caramel. your heart did summersaults in your chest as you wondered how it would feel to be held by him or even to be his special someone. you stepped onto the bus shortly after him, peeking a bit at him as you passed by to your seat by the window.

only if you knew, how much i liked you

you seemed to adore him after he had that exchange with him. everything made sense, you deemed him a “tsundere” and began to watch his mannerisms and slowly but surely fall further into fascination. you didn’t notice yourself doing until the signs were waving in your face.

there was no way to reverse it, it was a blooming infatuation that was spreading from your chest to the smallest nooks and crannies of your very body. your hands started to become sweaty, your face flared up, your knees buckled. it was an anxiety you had never seen before.

but I watch your eyes, as he walks by, what a sight for sore eyes

“bakugo,” you had your hands behind your back and your feet rocking back and forth as an anxious tendacy, “do you want to come with me and a few friends to a movie on sunday?” he hadn’t even gone as far as to spare a glance at you, “no,”

you slightly frowned, “okay, tell me if you change your mind,” you turned back to your chair and to say you were bummed out was an understatement. that’s when you the class’s sunshine had walked into the room, “hey bakubro!” the redhead made a beeline for his desk and bakugo promptly looked up at the boy in annoyance, “what do you want, shitty hair?!”

“we still on for sunday?” kirishima places his hands on the blonde’s desk leaning in with his toothy grin. “yeah, yeah, don’t ask me again or you can forget about it!” your frown deepened. kirishima had beat you to it.

it only made sense. he was a happy virus. you pursed your lips ceasing your eavesdropping and burried your head into your desk.

brighter than a blue sky, he's got you mesmerized while i die

this wasn’t the last time you had tried to hang out with bakugo. two out of five attempts had succeeded. the lastet one was with the whole class involved. momo was holding a get together for christmas before the holidays had started.

you had decided to dress to impress. bakugo clearly has standards and you need to meet them. you went out of your way to wear eyeliner, blush, and the whole extra mile. when you had arrived, it was mainly the early birds who had arrived. uraraka, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, and iida has been there when you had arrived.

you had received compliments from all parties. “wow, you look really nice tonight! i wish i had done something like you and everyone else, i just came in an ugly sweater and old pants.” kirishima scratched his neck sheepishly.

“kaachan, you came!” midoriya’s outburst had shifted your gaze toward the door. he was wearing essentially the same thing that kirishima was wearing. he looks your direction.

he’s looking your direction! maybe you had finally-

“you’re wearing the sweater i gave you,” his words had cut you out of your thoughts as he walked beside kirishima. “oh-! this was your’s? i-i had been wondering where i got this from...” kirishima stammered. you had defaulted to escape the scene before you became more sad than you already had become.

as the party carried on, you couldn’t stop thinking about it, “he was wearing his sweater,” you thought, pouring yourself a drink. you hadn’t noticed the blonde slipping right beside you until a few whistles and snickering were heard. “hey, what’re you guys laughing about?!” bakugo had snapped.

“look up, blasty!” ashido says which you both reluctantly do.

a mistletoe was looming over your heads. you could feel your ears turn red as you realized the whole class was looking at you.

“bakugo, we don’t have to if you don’t want-“

why would you ever kiss me? i’m not even half, as pretty

he cut your sentence off with his lips on your’s. you had almost dropped the solo cup in your hand at the sweet taste of his chapstick. the hint of caramel you smelled as you two were so close, you felt so incredibly warm and longed for the kiss to last longer.

as you parted, you tried to stutter out a sentence but only mumbling left your lips. “that’s so cute!” you could hear hagakure squealing from the audience that had accumulated.

you didn’t feel happy about it. the stupid branch had grabbed more attention than you yourself as a person.

you gave him your sweater, it’s just polyester, but you like him better

you had gone home early that night. you claimed that you were tired and hadn’t planned to stay long anyways.

you sat in your bed with silent tears dribbling down your cheeks. the sweater that you had been given by bakugo was clenched betweeen your cold fingers. it had lost it’s smell- the smell of bakugo.

wish i were heather

you had dyed your naturally black hair to blonde by the time you got back from the holidays. you had kept the same winged eyeliner to help with your looks and hopefully show some type of attention.

you waited for bakugo to come in that morning. you had came early and as the students began to trickle in. you heard some cheering. you looked up from your book to your heart shattering.

watch as he stands with, him holding your hand

they were clearly dating. kirishima has acted as a docking station for the blonde who was more shy to the attention they were getting. the two of them had no objection to the dating rumors and confirmed them even. he had his hand in his. you knew bakugo was bisexual, you had a chance...

put your arm 'round his shoulder, now i’m getting colder

you had huddled up in your blankets and stared at the photo that bakugo had just posted on his instagram.

they were at a diner together, a smug smile on his face as he looked at his giddy boyfriend who was equally as happy to be with him. the caption: “eyes on the prize”.

you felt the tears bubble up again and you wiped your snot and tears with the same sweater that he had given you.

but how could i hate him? he’s such an angel

“(l/n)!” kirishima had entered the classroom that morning. you had your head down on the desk due to your restlessness last night. you peaked up at him, squinting at the bright light that had been shining through the windows. he had a candy bar in his hand and placed it right in front of you. “you look a little down today... you can talk to me if you want to.”

you pick up the candy bar, sitting up straight. “thank you, kiri. i really appreciate it.” you smile, trying your best to fake the lift in your eyes. “no problem,” he says and sits in his respective seat.

no matter how much you wanted to scream at him and ask him why he had ruined your life, you couldn’t do so he was the sunshine of the class after all.

but then again, kinda, wish he were dead, as he walks by

“hey, (l/n), it’s been a while. do you want to go to the new ramen shop that opened near your house?” kirishima asks as you were leaving together with bakugo on the other side of him. you shook your head, “no thanks,” not even an excuse out of you before you left his sight.

you hated him so much. how could someone just look at you like that? he knew how you looked at bakugo. i mean- he didn’t necessarily know that you had feelings but shit... the blatant gaze of pure adoration should’ve been a hint.

what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky

the whole new dorm system had made everything so much worse for you. before, you could run home and forget about it by drowning yourself in whatever distraction you sought fit but now they were constantly around you.

he’s got you mesmerized while i die

the pda (mostly initiated by kirishima) had been accepted the whole class as a normal thing so if you were to say anything, you would definitely stick out. this resulted in you locking your bedroom door and not giving anyone a chance to interact with you outside of school. you began skipping out on events like going to the beach and instead stood in front of the mirror picking at the fat that was gathered up at your stomach.

why would you ever kiss me?

you wish these feelings would just rot. you wish it would just wither away. you wanted to run away, you wanted to give up, you wanted to just tell him.

“bakugou, i love you! i’ve loved you for months!”

you would cry but instead you were practicing in the mirror. your puffy eyes and bloated face making your heart drop. who were you kidding.

i’m not even half, as pretty

“(l/n),” bakugou had knocked on your door one day. your room was a mess: clothes scattered on the ground, textbooks thrown aside, random pens and food wrappers cluttering your desk. you almost wish you could jump off the balcony and take off to never see heights alliance again.

“what is it?” you call to the door after clearing your throat, listening closely waiting for him to say “i know you like me just stop stalking me”.

“do you happen to... have that sweater i gave you a few months back?”

you gave him your sweater

after that statement, jumping out the balcony seemed 1000x more appealing.

“yeah, um- hold on,” you got up from your bed and frowned at the sweater hanging on your desk chair. it had lost bakugou’s smell weeks ago but the fact that bakugou gave it to you never failed to make you smile.

you crack open the door and hand it to him through the slit. you didn’t want him seeing your room as it was right now.

you felt the fabric leave your fingertips. “thanks,” and with that he was off.

it’s just polyester, but you like him better

you desperately try to push the tears back into your eyes, denying the fact that you were crying over someone so stupid.

“you’re not crying! it’s just fabric! it’s just polyester!” your bottom lip trembled as you try to recompose yourself. your coping mechanism was gone.

i wish i were heather

“i wish i were kirishima,” the words had met your lips subconsciously. you clamped your hand over your mouth instantly regretting it. it was no secret you had been paying attention to kirishima in the past few weeks. he was everything bakugou could ever want.

he was brave, strong, and he dared to even go save bakugou from the league. without kirishima’s outstretched hand, bakugou might be in a different situation.

you had to tell bakugou. maybe the feelings would fade.

wish i were heather

today was the day. you had texted bakugou to meet you outside of the heights alliance gates at 6:30 that evening.

you were trembling. it was so obvious. it was a confession. bakugou probably had better things to do then stay around you. you gulped as you saw the blonde tuft of hair round the corner.

wish i were heather

“so why did you ask me to meet you here? i swear if this is a waste of my time...”

you hadn’t noticed how long you had just been staring into his eyes. you averted your eyes to the ground. the bubbling sensation of your throat cramping up, caused you to clear it with a thump to your chest.

you grew angry as you tried to choke it out of your throat.

“why would you ever kiss me?” you ball your fists and pursing your lips. bakugou’s eyes dilated, not knowing what to say, “what are you talking about-“

“that night! at the christmas party! couldn’t you see? i-“ you pause to wipe a tear from your eye. you shake your head, twisting up your face in a scowl, “i’m not even half as pretty any one else so why?!”

“half as pretty as who-?”

“you’re a real dumbass, y’know? for someone who gets high grades. you’re really fucking clueless.”

“i didn’t come here to get yelled at by some extra, okay?! if you have something to say that isn’t an insult then spit out.” he pulled at his shirt incredibly uncomfortable.

“you gave him your sweater that’s why you took it back to the other day, huh?” you said. “you’re getting worked up over that? it’s just polyester.”

there was nothing but your hitching and crying after he said that. he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “i’m leaving,” he turned away and you watched him walk away.

“but you like him better, wish i were...”

[roommateofmyimagination-blog]

Chapter 2: It’s Time to go Shopping!

❤Valentine❤

“Because you’re one to talk about curfews my love,” Aero purred coming out from under my pillow after Adrian left to go and smoke.

“I know, but transforming is so much fun. And learning how to fight with one of your friend’s partner was really helpful,” I hop over to the bed and bounce a little when my butt hits the mattress. Though, the person that I was fighting with, she seemed familiar…but I couldn’t get anything out of her sadly. Guess that’s what I get for doing a few training sessions with an owl hero. All knowing, but they didn’t want to give any information away.

Aero poofs into his humanish form. I love her outfit and wish she would have been wearing it when we first met. She has her cat ears and tail, but her Arabian like outfit with the silk pants that go down to her ankles, her matching top that does little to hid her breasts and the ocean of cleavage that they create, has a sheer dress, with lace-like designs embroidered into it, along with matching sheer short sleeves and a sheer veil, "You only were able to get in two practices before you had to come back to school. So, you barely know how to fight darling,” She giggled booping my nose. I get off the bed and go to my mini fridge, pulling out some of the leftovers that mom sent me here with and some extra for Aero. "But you're at least doing much better with your balance since some of your abilities have kicked in while you're not in your magic form~" Putting the tapware in the microwave I started to reheat is then I went and found two plates and forks for the two of us. Assuming, that she’s going to eat dinner in her human form considering my roommate is out of the room.

“That’s true, I’m happy that I can balance a hell of a lot better now, and my flexibility has improved immensely,” I tell her with a big smile spreading on my lips, “I’ve always wanted to do yoga, but my balance was so terrible I could never do it.”

“So, what are you going to do about the song you bet your roommate you would write for him?” My eye twitches slightly as I see her tail slowly swishing back and forth as her sly smile spread on her lips.

“I can’t write one for him right now, I have to wait and get to know him first. Then I’ll be able to make something that he’ll be impressed with,” The mic beeped and I went and grabbed our food and separated it evenly between the two plates before taking the plate and fork over to Aero. Aero sits up and takes the plate from me and I set mine down on my dresser and grab a cup for Aero and pour her a glass of milk as I just stick with my water bottle. Then I sit down at my desk, “Right off the bat, he’s certainly the bad boy type, taking his shirt off and traversing the stairs for multiple trips, even though it’s frowned upon to do for moving in, he still did it,” I lean back in my chair, “And he never seems to want help when I offer it. Then there’s the smoking problem. On the exterior, he seems to be the typical bad boy that just wants to have the college experience of parties and getting into trouble. But, I feel like there’s gotta be something more to him than that…” I trail off and go back to my food, which is starting to get cold.

“You like him, don’t you?” Aero purred and I swallow hard making food go down the wrong pipe and I start coughing. Grabbing my water bottle I gulp down some water to help the food go down the rest of the way.

"Are you trying to kill me, women?" I hiss at her and she's just smiling away with that cute innocent smile that she gives me when she wants something, “I don’t like him. I just find him interesting, and very hot, but that’s beside the point. I’ll keep watching him and see what happens.”

“Just what I want from my precocious little kitten~” I smile at her and go back to eating, “What are your plans for tomorrow? You and your roommate were going to go shopping for the room? 

“Mhm,” I swallow my food, “But it’s not going to take us all day to do. So maybe if there’s time we can go up to the top of the hill into the field and practice,” I offer before finishing off my dinner. Aero was already done and had drunk her glass of milk. “Also, I know I’ve asked you this before, but do you think your friend will ever let me meet their partner when they aren’t in a hero form?”

“More than likely not, Hibou likes to keep his secrets, especially who his hero is,” She answered handing me her plate, "Though I can't be surprised he's lost a fair bit of hero's, but I think this girl will be good for him. I think they'll develop a very strong bond," Her smile was so soft. She's happy to see her friend found someone to make a bond with, "And with the training, I'm not going to force you, but if you can get away, it would be helpful to at least get some time in, we have to get the transformation of yours down. You're still sloppy with it darling~"

“Oh god, did his other partners die?” I gasped collecting things to take to the sink. In this dorm, it’s like a mini apartment for two people. Well, technically it was supposed to be for four people. But, the two people who were supposed to move into the other room backed out not even a month later. So, my parents let me buy out the other room so it was just my roommate and me. I haven’t put any food in the actual fridge that’s in the apartment., just enough to fit in my mini fridge for now. But, we have a little kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and the bedroom.

"No dear, when a charm is broken wither it be a villain/hero or even your magicae socius the wearer of the charm will lose all memories of the magicae socius and what had happened during the time they were a hero or villain. It's like having amnesia, but you'll never be able to get those memories back," I stop from going to you the bathroom and turn around and look at her.

“Are you able to make a contract again with the same person if it’s been broken?” I ask my voice a bit shaky. I don’t think I could handle losing Aero. She’s so precious to me. She’s my little princess. 

“Unfortunately, no,” She sighed her smile gone. It feels like my heart broke. That’s so sad. So, if my charm is ever broken, I won’t remember Aero? Anything? No, I won’t let that happen. I’m not losing her, ever.

“Well, that’s not going to happen with us! I promise, I’ll keep my little princess safe and we’ll have a bond so strong no one can break it,” I reassure her and myself. I then turn on my heels and head out of the room and to the kitchen to wash our dishes and put them away.

Once that was done, I get changed into shorts and a very loose t-shirt that exposes one of my shoulders, then I brush my teeth. Aero poofs back into her cat form and crawls under the covers. I close the door to the bedroom and then sit on my bed and wait for Adri to come back. It felt like it took forever for Adri to finally poked his head into the bedroom.

"Well, you're late!" I said sitting cross-legged, "Does it take you awhile to smoke?" Considering I've never smoked myself I wouldn't know how long it takes.

"I was walking too," He grumbled coming in and shutting the door, "Can a guy not go on a walk?" He wandered over to his bed and sat down then started taking off his shoes.

“Are you not going to shower?” I question tipping my head a bit to the left and take my hair down out of its bun that I threw it up in this morning before I left home and I shook my head lightly just to make sure there was no random hair still sticking up. I blink a few times when I notice that Adri is staring at me like I have a bug on my face or something.  

“I’ll shower in the mornin,” He said breaking eye contact with me and standing up. He pulled his shirt off and my face heats up like a raging inferno. It feels like it gets even hotter when he unbuttons his pants and starts pulling them down, but he quickly leaves them back up and I drag my eyes away from him. He probably feels me staring. "Why are you stripping!?" I anciently shouted covering my mouth. It’s his room too you idiot, he can get changed in here.

“Shhhhhhhhh!!!” He hissed at me, “I ain’t strippin. I don’t like sleepin with a shirt on and my pants were punched up and fuckin my junk,” He answered me bluntly. How big is his junk? No, no don’t think that Val, bad thoughts, bad thoughts.

“Ah, oh, Sorry,” I apologized and quickly got under the covers with Aero and pull the blanket up to my ears so I was just looking over the brim of my blanket at him, “Good night, Adrian!”

Night, cupcake,” turning off the light I heard his pants hit the floor. Please don’t tell me he sleeps naked. If he does I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself. Too bad I don’t have night vision like in my hero form. I could use it right about now. I hear him crawl into bed and after a minute or two of hearing earbuds clink together, I hear him lay down the rest of the way. I turn my back do Adri and Aero moves over so she’s leaning against my stomach. I fall asleep to her soft purring. 

I woke up to Aero moving around and stepping on my cheek to get over me. She must have to pee. I sat up in bed and stretched. Right, I need to be quiet getting dressed so I can go and run. Stupid training regiment, got me waking up at six in the morning like an animal. I crawl out of bed and carefully pull out my running gear and getting dressed. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and slip out of the room.  The toilet flushes and a certain kitty walks out of the bathroom. I smile at wave at her then go and get my shoes on and then I make sure the door stays unlocked and I went for my run.

It was a nice peaceful morning. There aren't too many people out this early, but school doesn't start until tomorrow so I'm not surprised. Most people are more than likely trying to get as much sleep as they can. I just took one run around the campus. That was rough. Going around the campus is a lot bigger than the block that I was running around over the summer. I’m breathing heavy and taking breaks just walking up the stairs to the apartment. I…hate…stairs…why…do I have to be…on the third fucking floor??? Getting back to the apartment it sounds like Adrian still isn’t up so I do my stretches in the living room and then do a little bit of yoga before I heard movement in the bedroom.

“Morning,” I call to him as I go into the downward dog pose.

“Where the fuck are ya?” His voice cracked.

“I’m in the living room,” I answered going from downward dog to warrior one pose.

I heard a drawer open and some ruffling of clothes. Then the door to the room opened as I shifted into warrior two. Adrian comes out of the room with a change of clothes that he’s holding by his waist line, “What are you doing?”

“Yoga,” I answered before shifting into a handstand.

 “Yeah…do you need the bathroom?”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Alright,” I heard him walk and mumble “I’m not even gonna fucking ask anymore,” before the door to the bathroom shut.

I listen to the water running as I let my legs fall so I’m in a back bend and go into kapotasana pose and hold. Breathing slowly and deep I go into one of my final poses for the day as the water stops. I’m holding the halasana pose when I hear the door open, “You’re still fuckin doin that?”

“I’m almost done,” I answered and heard him go into the room once more. He was mumbling something as I lay flat on my back before getting back up without using my hands and skip into the room. I go into my dresser and pull out a pair of jeans and a purple shirt I spin on my heels and smile at Adrian who’s drying his hair, “You good in the bathroom for like ten minutes?”

“Yeah, go for it,” He answered not looking at me. 

I wander past him and go to the bathroom. I take a shower and brush my teeth while I’m still in the bathroom. Once I’m done, Adrian goes back into the bathroom as I put my stuff in my hamper and brush my hair after drying it a bit more, as I wait. Once I have it dry enough I put it up in a bunish thing and clip it with my hair clip. 

“You ready to go get this shopping shit done with?” He asked me.

“Yes! And we need to get food into the apartment too,” I quickly make my way to him and follow him out of the room to get my boots on. “We have a kitchen so I want to use it. I didn’t have a kitchen in my dorm last year, so I’m really excited to have a full kitchen this year,” I grabbed my keys that I had hanging by the door and put them in my pocket. Double checking that I had my wallet on me we head out the door.

“Whatever floats your boat there, cupcake,” Adrian commented putting his hands in his pockets.

“So, your car or my car?” I asked.

“Your car is fine,” He mumbled as I take a few steps ahead of him and lead the way. My car isn't show-stopping. It's a dodge journey so not really a car to be exact, but it can hold a fair bit a stuff. I click the button unlocking the vehicle. It’s a black vehicle, very simple, no strips or anything like that. He got in and sat in the passenger seat, I got in the driver’s seat and buckled then I started the car and waited for Adrian to buckle, “Are you going to put it in reverse or not?” 

“When you buckle, I will,” I told him. He stared at me then sighed and got on his seat belt. Once I heard the satisfying click I put the vehicle in reverse and we left campus.

Driving 15 minutes down the road I take us to Aldi’s, Walmart, and Wegmans. They’re all in the same plaza, and I can get pretty much everything I need within the three stores. I pull into a spot that's next a cart rack.

“Don’t forget we’re getting shit to decorate the room too,” Adrian reminded me as we got out of my SUV and I locked it as we walked away. 

"I know, I know. I don't want anything drug related for posters in the room, though," I sigh and raise an eyebrow at him.

He clicked his tongue, “But those are fuckin hilarious,” He grumbled.

“So?” we head into the store and I grab a cart, “If you want to pick out posters instead of helping with the groceries you’re welcome to. But, that means you have to deal with whatever I choose and cook, or get fast food from one of the places on campus,” I smile sweetly up at him giving him the ultimatum to choose from.