#idk. im dying and im writing this at work at my desk

[starlightkun]

hi mel!!!! hope you’re doing well 🫶 i’ve been wondering about this for a while but i’m dying to know what your writing process is like. i’m trying to get more consistent at it, like sit down and Actually write (without getting distracted by my phone) and it’s so hard 😭 and i feel like you have it down to pat and i want to develop an attitude like that… like the writing itself really isn’t hard but the like. sitting down and doing it 😞 like, do you ever write on your phone? or is it just a laptop? do you sit down at a desk or just do it whenever (like on the couch or something)? idk what is it like for you? do you perchance have any tips for a poor soul… thank you!!!! 🫶🫶

omg hiii!!! i've been pretty busy n kinda burnt out w work 😔 but otherwise pretty good!! hope you've been good too!

i do most of my writing on my laptop, probably like 95% of it. when it comes to editing, i'll do it on both my phone and laptop, but actual substantive writing, it's pretty much all laptop. i am old enough that i learned to type on a computer keyboard first, not a touchscreen, and when it comes to creative prose, i prefer a computer keyboard. i also get a lot less distracted that way (too many apps and notifs and impulsive checking of apps and impulsive scrolling for hours on end on the phone. much less scrolling on the laptop).

i dont have a desk or table in my apartment that i can rlly use to work at, so i do all of my writing on my couch lmao. i usually have my phone on vibrate with the screen turned over so i have to pick it up to look at any notifs. but even then, i'm guilty of getting distracted by the phone, or even by tumblr on my laptop. if i feel like im getting too distracted, i'll turn on "focus mode" on microsoft word (if u use google docs im sure it has it's own version of this) that makes the document full screen so u can't see the taskbar at the bottom (aka you don't remember that ur other apps exist), u don't get notifs from ur laptop, etc. i'll also tuck my phone away behind my laptop screen so i can't see it. i'm very much an out-of-sight, out-of-mind person (no object permanence lmao) so those are big helps.

i've also started doing this thing where if i'm working on, say, a kun fic, i'll leave my tumblr tab open to a picture of kun before going into the word doc, so that if i'm tempted to go back to tumblr to scroll and waste time, i'll be reminded of what i'm supposed to being doing and go back to work on the fic instead. it very much gives that 'do it for her' meme but it also works surprisingly well for me.

i've talked some more about my writing process in other asks (x, x, x, x) and i have a writing tag where i post about more general writing stuff instead of specific fics!!

[dojunie]

IVE BEEN WANTING TO GREET YOU A WELCOME BACKK!! 🤸🏻‍♀️😭 I WASNT REALLY SURE IF I SHOULD MSG, COZ THIS WOULD BE THE FIRST OF MY ENTIRE TUMBLR CARRER 🫢😭 BUT YAURSS 😭✊🏼 I JUST STARTED FOLLOWING YOUR ACCOUNT A MONTH AGO?? 😭 AND MISDIAL FUCKING ATE.‼️‼️ IT ISNT EVEN FINISHED, YET THE CHAPTERS IVE READ IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO KNOW ITS A MASTERPIECE FR 😭✊🏼 BRO I WAS LITERALLY READING IT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, AND GURL WHEN I TELL YOU I COULD NOT STOP READING.BLOODSHOT EYES GLUED TO MY SCREEN, CHARGING MY PHONE AND LAYING ON ONE SIDE TILL IT REACHES A CERTAIN AMNT OF PERCENTAGE SO I COUKD TURN AROUND KNOWING I COULDNT WAIT AND PAUSE READING TYPE THANG 😭 SAFE TO SAY I DID NOT GET SLEEP 😭 I DEADASS FINISHED THOSE 2 CHAPTERS IN ONE GO, AND I SWORE TO MYSELF ID KEEP CHAPTER 3 FOR WHEN U UPDATE SO ID HAVE SOMETHING TO KEEP ME SANE. I LIED. I COULDNT HELP IT BRAH, YOUR WRITING JUST TEWW GOODD. I READ THE LAST CHAPTER IN SCHOOL, AND AFTER I FINISHED I WAS LITERALLY STUNNED BRO. LIKE WHADAFAK, I SAT THERE LONGING (😂😭) LIKE REAL NOT FAKE. I WAS GLUED TO MY SEAT JUST WISHING AND PRAYING FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER 😭✊🏼 I WAS DEADASS DYING WAITING FOR THE NEXT UPDATE BRO. AND I WAS EVEN MORE FLABBERGASTED WHEN I REALIZED YOU LAST UPDATED ON DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR⁉️⁉️ BRO I CRIED. I PRAYED, AND I CRIED 😭. I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE ABANDONED STORIES OR ABANDONED BLOGS 😭🙏🏼🧎🏻‍♀️ BUT BRO I LOVE GOD FR I LOVE THE UNIVERSE THEY BE WATCHING MY BACK COZ LITERALLY NOT EVEN A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER YOU CAME WITH AN UPDATE‼️ YAHEY😭🤸🏻‍♀️✨🧚🏻‍♂️ TALK ABT PERFECT TIMINGG‼️ BUT YAURS IK DIS WAS A LONG MSG 🤣 COULDNT CONTAIN MYSELF FR 😭✊🏼 BUT I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW, TAKE YOUR TIME WITH SETTLING IN, UPDATING, AND EVERYTHANG. YOU HAVE A LOT GOING ON WITH JOB HUNTING, SCHOOL, AND MOVING!! DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO UPDATE, TAKE YOUR TIME!! (Please update misdal soon 🙏🏼🧎🏻‍♀️😭🤣 ‼️half jks‼️🤣) BUT YAURS TAKE YOUR TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU’RE PUTTING YOURSELF FIRST 🫶🏻 LOVE YOUSSS ✨🧚🏻‍♂️🤸🏻‍♀️🫶🏻 STAY SAFES AND HEALTHY IN THE MEANWHILEE 😋🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 (sorry if I didn’t really make sense, English isn’t my first language 😭🙏🏼🫶🏻)

idk i think im in love w u

definitely need to put this under a read more bc i have been SCREAMING!!!!!!! OVER THIS ASK FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS!!!!!!! when i tell you im going to print out this message and stick it to the wall in front of my desk so i can see it every time i sit down to write najkdajdjsklajd nckdsn i love this ask i love u i love this ask i love you!!!!!!!!! im so happy the lil stories i write about kpop boys grabbed u hard enough to make u stay up on a school night, dying phone and all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 as i was writing ch4 and starting ch5 i was thinking of this message like 'i cant let colorful anon down i have to get this shit out BEFORE 2024!!!!!!!!" AND SO BE IT IT SHALL BE DONE

its crazy to think that its Literally been an entire year since the last update and people are still so invested........... like im cryin a little yall are seriously the realest

i love u im not kidding this is my favorite ask of all time. i almost dont want to answer it so it can stay in my ask box forever but u clearly went all out in writing this so i simply cannot allow the world to not see your work of art

screenshotting to make it my wallpaper as we speak

i am dubbing you colorful anon, pls come back whenever you want even if its just to leave an emoji in my inbox when ch 4 drops

im going to staple this message to every wall of my house i am so honored to be ur first ask

going to OPEN the misdial google doc and write some more for YEW!!!!!!! CAUSE U DESERVE IT!!!! MUAH MUAH KISSES I AM TUCKING U INTO BED LOVINGLY!!!!!!!!!!

[just-some-random-blogger]

hii love!! modern!daemon nonnie's back! first of all, i'm so glad i make you happy, you have no clue. and your love letter was the first thing i read when I'd woken up so you've made my day) your answers always make me grinning from ear to ear. secondly, you make me soso comfortable to write to. i'm always nervous about sending asks, about making mistakes and not knowing the words i should know. but you make me comfortable to not only send asks, but also write and speak in english more) (there were times when i was double-checking every word even though i knew it since the second grade??) about parallelism. i love all the types of it? like the similar scenes in the beginning and in the ending, similar phrases. you probably wrote it unknowingly but things like 'far too used to him/this' in the first paragraph are called parallelism in literature. like in the language level. it may be really small but i loved it. i'm so glad to know you think i've got big brain thank uuu. you can also have my tears on your desk and my sleep schedule probably bc... hsjdjdh yes. i can't read these masterpieces in the daylight. don't worry, though, it's a holiday week and i have an opportunity to go to bed... later? in the early morning?... idk. YES more aemma make our queen alive TT i understand that viserys is the more mature one here but the fact that they're so heartbroken about the (+-) same thing?? in their own manner but yes. hope your older brother would get what he deserves) i know you make the reader you. but ok. because of how amazing your writings are, i'd pretend i'm blind to the lines about daemon towering over the reader. my 5 cm difference with matt smith can deal with it, i guess. (not like i'm complaining. you and everyone else have all the rights to write about whatever and whoever you want to. just my insecurities hitting too hard again. sorry if anything) okok i KNOW she didn't deny like deny-deny him but she still said no to his proposal. i was really amazed. yeah they still got married so how could she deny him. and yes it feels so much that they were married TT wow stop no but they're already married again... i know this isn't about how immortality works but how does she remember... like 2000 years... yeah magic but... i could never. what about this taming thing! i already knew it's not the most healthy thing in the reality. and then i've seen a few posts saying 'taming' is a sexist thing and it's not the woman's responsibility to tame a man. but cmon?? 1) we're talking about fictional reality, 2) we're talking about time that is similar to medieval centuries when this image was strong?? 3) it's fiction cmon. ofc i'm not gonna 'tame' like save a 'depressed' man who's just problematic? but all this thing in fiction where he's tamed by her because she's just she and it's the power of love makes me feel special. i want this feral prick to be good if i so much as even look at him ok?? yesyes i requested both 'it takes two' and the second part. not like i'm the real masochist but i love when things make me feel feelings. and what feeling is more strong than the pain?? tears what? right, taste good. THANK YOU sm for calling my brain big TT i don't really remember what he said when the reader died but him being that same desperate husband, even if he doesn't know he is, strikes. thank you for CPR!! (dying peacefully) if you don't mind, i'd write another ask for your second answer. sorry if it's a lot. i love your answers so i love answering them)

HELLO MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE!!!!!!

here's another love letter <3

i saw this after i had my dinner so im making it my mission to reply RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IM HYPED AND YOU MAKE ME WANNA WRITE 1000 modern aus.

im so glad i can make you happy as well my love. 🫶🫶🫶 im honored that that's the first thing you wake up to <3 T_T im honored to have made your day T_T <3 i'm so happy you like my answers T_T <3 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP your asks make me grin from ear to ear all the same lovie

I'm so happy that you feel comfortable writing to me. i hope all my nonnies and readers feel this way cos T_T lol idk how my sarcastic humor comes off but i promise even if in times i say im annoyed im really not AHHAHHAHA annoyance is a sign of affection to me LOL.

again its totally fine if you make mistakes T_T plssssssssss it happens to the best of us and we're both speaking in a second language native english speakers WISH they spoke english as good as us 😫🙄 im honored that i come off as a safe person/space for you <3 T_T i want nothing more than that tbh im so honored. please do continue to write and speak english to your heart's content i will be here to listen!!!!!!!! also same i double check words even though i know them HAHAH YOU LIKE ME FR it doesnt hurt to look, double checking is fine, rather than being so confident then wrong BONK 🤠

IT SO FUNNY YOURE TEACHING ME ABOUT PARALLELISM T_T HAHAHHAHHUHUHUHUH I FEEL LIKE A KID SUDDENLY )))):< i know what parallelism is!!! 😡😡😡😡😭😭😭😭 HAHAHAHHA i was just a bit confused cos i wasn't expecting you to like that. i thought i wrote it unknowingly but now that im typing this out, i remember deliberately typing it like that for effect. though ok to be fair i wasn't like 'oh this will be parallelism' HAHAHHA ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE LESSON AHHAHAHHHIHIHIHIH i can interally hear my teacher in grade 9 sighing at me IM SORRY SIR NELSON I LOVE YOU. i'm glad even something as small as that brought you joy T_T i give you a kiss

i'm so glad to know you think i've got big brain thank uuu. you can also have my tears on your desk and my sleep schedule probably bc... hsjdjdh yes.

OF COURSE YOU HAVE A BIG BRAIN!!! BIG BRAIN AND BIG BRAIN RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER !!!!!!!!!!! i will take your tears thank yew saur mush <3 BUT I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE

i can't read these masterpieces in the daylight. don't worry, though, it's a holiday week and i have an opportunity to go to bed... later? in the early morning?... idk.

i quite literally dont gIVE A FUCK IF YOU ARE ON HOLIDAY. IMMA BE SO MAD IF YOU DONT SLEEP RIGHT I WILL FLY INTO YOUR BEDROOM AND MAKE YOU GO TO SLEEP i WILL RIOT IF YOU DO NOT SLEEP WELL I WILL RIOT I WILL RIOT i would threaten never to reply to you again if you dont sleep right but i would cry if i do that since i love you so much. and of course you could always lie to me, but i like to think by being kind and caring is an absolutely effective way to get people to say the truth and take care of themselves. my heart will break if you dont sleep right. remember that. forever.

YES YES YES THERE SHALL BE MORE AEMMA!!! ALIVE AND WELL AND MOM AND WIFE AND UGH!!

yes and viserys is techinically more mature more or less AHHAH but also yes, the brothers care for each other in their own way and express their hurt in their own manner as well.

T_T my older brother didnt do anything HAHAHHAHAH it's just that he's my older brother therefor auto spite HAHAHHAH i could care less about what he thinks of me (because i do tiny tiny tiny bit care lol)

i know you make the reader you. but ok. because of how amazing your writings are, i'd pretend i'm blind to the lines about daemon towering over the reader. my 5 cm difference with matt smith can deal with it, i guess.

THE WAY I LAUGHED SO HARD BECAUSE OF THIS HAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO IM SO SORRY IMMA STOP SAYING THAT or at least try lol YOURE A BIG BABY I LOVE THAT FOR YOU FOR ME FOR US UPPIES UPPIES I WANT UPPIES!!! matt's like 5 inches taller than me so T_T HAHAHAHAHAHAH I WANT UPPIES!!!!

(not like i'm complaining. you and everyone else have all the rights to write about whatever and whoever you want to. just my insecurities hitting too hard again. sorry if anything)

nOOO YOURE TOTALLY VALID I LOVE BIG GIRLS I LOVE BIG BOYS I LOVE BIG BABIES I LOVE I LOVE T_T im gonna tell you im from the philippines and im 5'7 or smth IDK I GET MEASURED AND IT CHANGES EVERYTIME AND I THINK PEOPLE ARE LYING ABOUT THEIR HEIGHT but anyway the point is that im like really tall here, but all my siblings are taller than me and now im the shortest and T_T ive accepted it ANYWAY THAT WASNT THE POINT point is i used to be super insecure about my height but now i embrace it and take up space because im hot and smart and really really hot and people can choke if they hate me ew imagine being a hater. DONT BE INSECURE (omg wow insecurity cured HAHAHAHA) it took me like... 21 years to get to where i am (im 21) so each day just be kinder to yourself. i like to tell myself affirmations, mostly ones linked in the bible because I believe God's perception will never change even if my own perception of myself does ever second. there is a truth in affirming things and verbally speaking it out and smiling in the mirror, i think even scientific evidence, so try it out!!! it's a process though, so dont compare yourself to me or anyone just take it slowly!!! life is not a race.

okok i KNOW she didn't deny like deny-deny him but she still said no to his proposal. i was really amazed. yeah they still got married so how could she deny him. and yes it feels so much that they were married TT wow stop no but they're already married again...

HAHHHAAHHAH deny-deny HAHAHHHH we're really on the same wavelength HAHAHA. ur so right she did deny his proposal thus she denied him. duh. periodt. HAHAH. it's so amusing and endearing to me that you find these things amazing. i squish. i kiss. i love. she could not really deny him. she was just preventing chaos from happening because dude why should they suffer when they finally got the chance to love each other. i think the day they get married for real for real with the whole televised wedding shebang would be the conclusion of this whole modern au world lol

i know this isn't about how immortality works but how does she remember... like 2000 years... yeah magic but... i could never.

HAHAHAHAHAH NO BUT YOURE SO RIGHT i sometimes forget what i did a few seconds ago T_T i dont think she remembers it all. there is a reason why people forget, its literally unhealthy to remember everything. it will overload your brain fr fr. but i think like most people, we have a knack for remembering things we find important, memorable, or traumatizing. i would also like to think because she never aged out of her prime, her memory doesnt get wonky, also there is the magic aspect that could keep her vigorous so lololol. tbh i could never either T_T i dont think i would want to live that long tbh T_T

what about this taming thing! i already knew it's not the most healthy thing in the reality. and then i've seen a few posts saying 'taming' is a sexist thing and it's not the woman's responsibility to tame a man.

ahhhh this is want you meant about taming. like making a wild man tame. i see i see. yeah this isnt very healthy. i dont think we can truly change people. a higher power has to do that, we are merely influencing them. i can understand the appeal of taming a man, and sure i'll agree its hot AHHAH no cause like Daemon the killer is soft for you T_T COME ON THAT HOT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH i think it's derived from our innate desire to be special. i can also understand the dislike, and as a feminist irl, i would never date/deal with a man that needs to be fixed. girl wtf, get some therapy i am not your mom.

but cmon?? 1) we're talking about fictional reality, 2) we're talking about time that is similar to medieval centuries when this image was strong?? 3) it's fiction cmon.

YES ITS ONLY HOT IN FICTION! this is why fiction is so important, we can live in peace, living our traumatizing and problematic dreams without ever having to deal with it in the real word (at least beyond to scope of your imagination). omg this reminds me of that lesson i had in a class called Literature in Popular Culture and we discussed the importance of fiction. T_T i loved that class. And yes, hotd is set in a era where this ideology was the only thing that existed really so HAHAH idk if my inner feminist will allow me to close my eyes to daemons selfish prick tendencies when hes living and breathing in our year of the lord 2023 we'll see we'll see

ofc i'm not gonna 'tame' like save a 'depressed' man who's just problematic? but all this thing in fiction where he's tamed by her because she's just she and it's the power of love makes me feel special.

I LOVE THAT FOR YOU BESTIE SO REAL THROW MEN OR ANYONE ELSE THAT IS GARBAGE IN THE BIN WHERE THEY BELONG. let us live our fictional dreams in fiction blissfully though <3 and when you said "he's tamed by her because she's just she" ASHF:ALSHFAS MY HEART I LOVE THAT SO POETIC SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO TRUE THE POWER OF LOVE MAKES US ALL FEEL SPECIAL WHICH IS WHY I SEND MY LOVE OUT TO YOU LOVE LOVE LOVE

i want this feral prick to be good if i so much as even look at him ok??

us sharing a one brain cell for real 🫶🫶🫶

yesyes i requested both 'it takes two' and the second part. not like i'm the real masochist but i love when things make me feel feelings. and what feeling is more strong than the pain?? tears what? right, taste good.

HAHAHHHHAAH good to know that was you. and i know youre not a real masochist AHAHHA cos ur like me fr. you and i both like it when things are so intense that we just cry T_T I LOVE CRYING OVER FICS AND I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY CRIED BECAUSE OF ME T_T I THINK DESERVE

THANK YOU sm for calling my brain big TT

BIG BRAIN SAYS DESERVE

i don't really remember what he said when the reader died but him being that same desperate husband, even if he doesn't know he is, strikes. thank you for CPR!! (dying peacefully)

T_T IM LUV U IM SO GLAD YOU THINK SO LOVIE!! TRULY SO BIG BRAIN FOR CATCHING THAT i actually dont know if i could administer cpr properly so [dies peacefully with you]

if you don't mind, i'd write another ask for your second answer. sorry if it's a lot. i love your answers so i love answering them)

you can send me 10000000000000000000 one million zillion billion bazillion trillion messages and i would reply to all of them thought per thought as you deserve i love hearing from my readers and from you especially <3

[gabriel-landeskog]

uhhhhhhhhhhh unedited sneak peak of new vampire!au nate/cale fic under the cut? 

Nate sits down hard on the sidewalk. “You should be afraid of me,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Cale says. 

Nate shakes his head, refuses to meet Cale’s eyes. “But you should be,” he whispers. “If you know what’s best for you.”

“I know,” Cale says. He gets down on a knee and wipes some of the blood away from Nate’s mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.” He holds his hand out and Nate takes it, drags himself up and follows Cale to his car. 

The drive back to Nate’s house is silent, save for the steady drip of blood from Nate’s fingertip onto the floor of Cale’s car. Nate doesn’t even seem to notice, staring blankly out the window until they reach his driveway. 

“Thank you,” Nate says, turning to face Cale as Cale puts his car in park. “For everything.”

Cale shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me.” He leans over and brushes a soft kiss to the corner of Nate’s mouth, feeling brave. “I love you,” he says, and Nate looks stricken by the words. “I love you,” he says again, firmer this time. “I just wanted you to know.”

“Don’t say that,” Nate says. His eyes are wide, still streaked with black and red. “You can’t say that, not after tonight.”

“It’s too late now,” Cale says, and Nate growls low and grabs his face and kisses him hard, kisses him and kisses him until all Cale can taste is blood in his mouth, and then springs back, eyes wild. 

“You shouldn’t,” he says, and he’s out of the car and in his house in a blur of color before Cale can scarcely open his mouth to reply.

[louisvuittontrashbags]

Hi there! First, I love all of your fanfic, seriously. I love it how it makes me feel I'm there for real :D thanks for all the great job. I know it's been a while though, but I really have no way to get to a story I'm dying to read, it's a fanfic about Prompto sexting with his S/O I found in the Dirty FFXV Confessions blog. AFAIK is not listed in the Masterlist of this site and when I go to the other, it always tells me the content is restricted (I did try to unlock it but it wont work)

Idk when this ask even came in, but since UTW is basically lost to Tumblr Explicit Hell I had to dig deep into my documents to find this one. So I'll just repost it for you if you're still out there, anon!

Could i get a scenario where prompto’s SO is sexting him while they’re in the regalia with the bros? when they finally reach the hotel, prom cant hold back any longer- things get nsfw from there ;)

You look around the car, bored out of your skull and desperate for something to take your mind off of the mind-numbingly dull journey home. Another 30 minutes left… ugh. Gladio has fallen asleep to your right with his book over his face, and Noctis snoozes quietly with his head leaning against the window. Prompto is nearly asleep himself in the front seat, but you can see him clutching his phone. A naughty thought enters your mind, and you settle on your entertainment for the remainder of your car ride. You pull your phone out and begin to compose a text, muting the sound so as not to give yourself away.

Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.

You hit send and wait. Prompto’s phone buzzes quietly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He stretches for a moment, then unlocks his phone. You can see his lips moving as he reads silently. He chances a look back at you, then looks away immediately. You can see a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. His fingers fly as he texts you back. A few moments later, his response appears on your phone’s lock screen.

Yeah?

You squint at your phone. …yeah? Is that the best he’s got? Time to turn it up. You grin to yourself as you write your response.

Yeah… I’ve been thinking about going down on you all day. I miss the feeling of your cock in my mouth… your hands in my hair… the sounds you make when I take you all the way to the back of my throat…

Prompto’s phone buzzes again, and this time he carefully angles the screen of his phone away from Ignis. His body posture stiffens, as though he’s trying extremely hard to look casual. He puts his cell down for a moment, then glances at it again out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he manages to compose a response with one hand, all while doing his best to look as bored as possible. It’s adorable. His response arrives a few seconds later.

Fuck, babe… ur gonna make me hard, and Iggys gonna see. stop it

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and issue an immediate response.

Mmm… let’s talk some more about you getting hard. I wish I could just reach over the seat and take you in my hand, feeling you growing stiffer in my grasp as I stroke you.

Prompto shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him cross one leg over the other, then uncross them again. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his blush has deepened.

babe…

You know you’ve got him on the ropes now. You press your advantage.

I can’t wait to get to the room so I can push you down and have my way with you. I want to ride you tonight.

Prompto’s reply is swift.

im the one who’s going 2 have my way with u 2nite. be ready.

As Ignis pulls into the motel parking lot, you can see Prompto holding tightly to the car door, his knuckles white with effort. He nearly leaps out of the car, walking swiftly to the front desk and loitering impatiently as you all sort out your rooms. He all but tosses his bag into the boys’ room, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was following you, earning a few raised eyebrows from the rest of the group. You hadn’t exactly gone public with your relationship yet though you suspected the boys must have had some idea something was going on. Well they’ll probably know after tonight.

As you enter the motel room and deposit your bag on the floor, Prompto pushes into the room after you and swings the door shut. As soon as the door clicks in the latch you find yourself slammed against the wall, your boyfriend’s lips greedily devouring your own. You moan loudly against his tongue, praying your friends have already gone into their room. Prompto pushes his thigh between yours, and you writhe against him, grinding yourself against the lean muscle of his leg. His hands are everywhere, slipping beneath your clothes and seeking out your soft curves. He mutters against your lips.

“Think you’re so sneaky… like I wasn’t gonna catch up to you.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, relishing the feeling of his toned abs beneath your palms, but Prompto wrenches himself away from you immediately, fixing you with a glare that lights a fire in your core. He grabs your forearm and flings you handily onto the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

It’s rare that Prompto gets riled up enough to take control like this, but you love it when he does. You hurriedly shed your clothes as you see Prompto beginning to undress, but you only manage to get your top off before he dives on top of you, pinning your arms down at your sides. “Oh no you don’t,” he growls in a register that sends a tingle up your spine. He buries his face in your cleavage, bringing his hands up to squeeze harshly at your breasts underneath the cups of your bra. You can feel his rather impressive bulge pressing into your leg, straining at his jeans. When you reach one hand into his hair and give it a sharp tug, he groans loudly into your cleavage before climbing back up to kiss you roughly. “Mmm… pretty sure I said no touching.”

“You didn’t actually say anything as I recall…”

Prompto pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly. “You know what I mean.” He watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his pupils blown and his lids low. He withdraws his hand abruptly and plunges it down beneath the waistband of your pants, relishing in the gasp his touch elicits from you. You whisper to him, your faces only inches apart. “I could suck something else for you, you know…”

Prompto shakes his head. “Not tonight. I told you… after that stunt you pulled in the car… we’re doing things my way.” You arch beneath him as one finger slides easily into your sex, fisting the sheet in your free hand. Another long and nimble finger joins the first, and he begins to move in and out of you, biting down onto your neck as he works you. You can already tell the delicate flesh of your neck has bruised, but all thoughts of the consequences are driven out of your mind as he picks up speed. You can sense yourself hurtling towards your orgasm, but just as you feel it coming he cruelly deprives you of his touch, pulling his hand up and out of your panties and forcing his fingers back into your mouth. You let out a whine, but dutifully clean his digits with your tongue, the taste of your essence mingling with that of his skin. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down only far enough to free his cock, leaving them hanging off his hips.

You have to take a moment to admire the sight before you: Prompto bites his lip, pumping his length in his fist a few times as he looks down at you on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes quietly begging for him. He reaches down and pulls your pants down and off your legs, taking your panties with them. When he crawls over you you can’t help but shiver at the intimidating figure leaning over you. You adore Prompto for his sweetness, but these moments when he’s in complete control make you absolutely weak for him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he enters you, swallowing your moans and answering with a few of his own. Normally Prompto takes his time with you, but tonight he begins to move within you immediately, fucking you savagely. His hands grip your hips tightly, clamping your bodies together at the waist. He looks you in the eyes as he rams in and out of you, grunting his commands to you.

“Make sure you speak up. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“B-but Prompto… ahhh… the boys m-might hear…”

“Good… I want them to.”

He jackhammers in and out of you furiously, leaving you little choice in the matter of volume. His name tumbles from your lips in a gasping cry as he pounds you towards your release; when your orgasm hits you clench hard around his cock and shout his name so loudly you’re positive the entire motel (and a few surrounding buildings) knows just who gave it to you tonight. Prompto isn’t finished with you yet though; he pistons into you mercilessly, taking what he wants from you even as you lay spent beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on tightly, crying out with every thrust. As he reaches his peak he buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. His body tenses and he slumps down against you, letting you feel the full weight of his body on yours. Your bodies are slick with exertion, and you can feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest. All the tension has left him—he rolls down to your side, snuggling his head into your chest. When you put your arms around him he leans up to kiss you sweetly on the cheek.

“Um… sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Prom? You know I love it when you get like that.”

“The guys saw me go in your room… and we made so much noise. They’re definitely gonna know now.”

You tilt his chin up towards your face and give him a soft kiss. “It’s about time they found out anyway. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you… I want everyone to know.”

Prompto returns your kiss enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with his usual sweetness.

“Well that’s good… cause I think the entire block knows now.”

[atheliasnotebook]

(Idk if I’m aloud to request still, sorry in advance if I can’t) can I request a Kazuha enemies to lovers? The ending is up to you <3

The Series of Written Apologies (Part 1/4)

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral reader

tags: major story spoilers, angst to fluff

enemies to lovers, minor slow burn

author note: im so sorry this is what processed through my brain when i thought enemies to lovers T-T forgive me

Why bother with books? Why bother with intelligence? You believed that musing about poetic verses and other artistic things is what makes the world so boring. Of course, it's hard to remember the exact reason for your antics and reasoning now that you're out of high school and well into adulthood.

You teased the Kaedehara boy so much about it. Yet, you still stayed far, and so close at the same time. Back in that time, he would simply brush off your comments and smile as you looked at him with a smug sort of scorn. However, your high school years weren't so kind to both of you, but now as you meet his fiery ruby eyes tucked behind silver glasses, he looks at you with disgust and anger; whilst you, on the contrary, seek his forgiveness.

DAY 3027, LETTER 128

To Kaedehara Kazuha, I’m sorry for missing your birthday, not that you would have wanted to celebrate it with me, out of all people. I would have taken you out to that park with the pretty maple leaf trees that you always like. if you sang me songs, played me music, read my poetry, I wouldn’t care. I just want my time with you again...

It doesn’t matter though, the way you looked me in the eyes about 20 years ago will never leave me. I know, maybe some things I teased you about were a little far, but you should have just told me to stop. “what happened?” is all I wonder. I know it’s been years since that happened. maybe you’ve forgotten about me now, or better and worse yet, you still think about me like how I think about you.

All I want to do is apologize to your face. I’ll continue to search for you.

Signed, ______

You had folded this letter once again, pulling out one of your desk drawers and taking a cookie tin from the top, tucking it on top among the stacks of other letters that you had written to him. And as you close this tin that’s stacked on top of about eight, maybe nine other ones (four side-by-side), the familiar feeling of relief sweeps your nerves. Maybe he would forgive you if he saw the other 100 or something letters you wrote. maybe he would forgive you if you and he had sat down together—talked about what happened to his best friend, who was your best rival. But never mind that. You had to get some work down for your new research report for your co-worker—she’s been dying to get it for ages and peer review it since she’s been looking for something to do ever since her boss put her on review duty for missing class for an entire week.

You packed up your things, putting on some socks and your favorite shoes to go with, along with a long coat in honor of the late fall/early winter season. Why not take a walk to write at the Komore Teahouse? Maybe you could think about your late middle school days for the thousandth time—when you and Kazuha were somewhat friends. you see, moving on is difficult. ever since kazuha expressed such anger towards a person, you’ve always sat on it. More importantly, why did that person have to be you? Sure, maybe you took jabs at him for always being a bit of a nerd, but you never actually meant any harm. with every step, your heart seems to stay numb to that feeling of longing. You missed him.

More than anything, you missed him.

But the question that still remains is—do you miss him because you also miss Tomo? Or do you miss him because you were in love with him, and just didn’t realize it? Pangs of heartache left your heart wanting friends to spend time with like you did when you were in high school. The twins, Aether and Lumine, Albedo, Yoimiya, Gorou, Kokomi—what happened to them? Of course, you had to give it to Kokomi, she’s always busy doing her management stuff. Gorou? he’s teaching the kids how to fight—while you, on the other hand, are fighting your own mental battles. Yoimiya is probably testing out some sort of explosives somewhere, while Albedo is performing another experiment. You can’t just bother them and ask for their advice—their lives are busy enough… why burden them more?

Kazuha.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

Oh, how sweet his name feels as you mouth his name silently while fallen leaves carry on the wind. You almost feel pathetic, being so sentimental about someone you felt like you were always mean to.

[...]

“Kazuha—what are you reading? ‘How to Romance for Morons?’” you teased, crossing your arms as you peered over at the words on his page.

Kazuha just flipped a page, acknowledging your remark with a smile.

“Pffttt—you don’t attract anyone in this school, how would you even expect me to fall for you?”

“Do not raise your hopes, ______, desperation does not necessarily lead to fulfillment.”

“One, I am not desperate—and two, I don’t need any sort of fulfillment, especially romantic involving the likes of you.”

“Well..." he begins, "... judging by the look on your face, it seems as though—“

You clear your throat. “A-anyways—“

“Are you going to bring up your next fencing match results?”

“Y-yes, as a matter of fact—this time, I get to face off against Tomo!”

“Tomo?” Kazuha asks as he bookmarks the page and closes his book. “And do tell me why he is choosing to help you, I am quite curious.”

“That—“ you said as you leaned in close to his face before backing away. “—is none of your business, nerd.”

Kazuha smiles. “It is my business if you want me to list out all the mistakes you made at last practice.”

God, you knew your face was flushing. It was so ungodly apparent to the point where you’d actually rather read a book at that time than have to look at that Kaedehara boy’s face, with his stupid eyes and old-looking hair…

“And what are you going to do, get a career in writing lies and going to pointless interviews?”

“Well, I believe that it is better than spending my time doing nothing… unlike a certain someone I know,” Kazuha replies with a smirk before closing his book, packing it in his satchel, and slinging it across his shoulder.

[...]

It wasn’t like bullying, more like playful jabs. And yet, the stabbing that you feel in the pit of your stomach says otherwise. After all, you never know what could affect someone and what couldn’t.

Unaware before. Overthinking now.

Don't think about this now, you thought. there are more important things to worry about as it is.

As you come to creep up around the corner of the Crux Café, you wouldn’t have expected to see the same silver, maple-touched boy from your high school days in a gray apron and glasses, cleaning a counter.

You tried to speak. even though it was only you two in the immediate vicinity—and even though you wanted to apologize, waves of shock and fear passed over you. With only a chair and a few tables being the only space between you besides the counter, eye contact—added with a touch of anxiety, was the perfect recipe for instant regret.

You mouthed words. You stuttered. How could you be so stupid at this moment? You have it, just seize the opportunity!

“K-Kazuha, I-I—“

“We’re closed.”

He simply looks at you with defiant burning eyes of hatred.

“B-but—“

“Do not show your face here ever again—next time you do, i will not hesitate to—“

And both of you turn to see a curtain flip from behind the counter, and two other familiar figures emerge—one from childhood, another from family.

author's note: tysm for reading! im not really sure how to tag this time around and how my writing is, but i hope that with this blog, that i can improve my skills at writing romance! let me know what you think of my stuff either in comments/inbox! ❤️

[liv-laugh-die]

||Admiring|| 💖Miya Osamu x Gn!reader

trope: strangers meeting in the park (ik its random bear with me😭)

warnings: its not proofread all the way through (im sorry im tired), so theres probably grammatical errors or typos but other than that none

genre: fluff pretty much just sappy stuff

pairing/s: osamu x gn!reader

wc: about 2.5k

a/n: oh my god idk where i came up with this but i think its cute so :p i hope you enjoy!!

You stared at your blank computer screen, hope of finishing your assignment before its due date at midnight slowly vanishing. 

     The clock on your desk read 11:27pm, the green lines wavering in your vision as your eyes slowly drooped, trying to drag you into the depths of slumber. You wanted to sleep, you really did, but you knew there was no way you could give up writing your essay, even now, knowing you weren’t going to submit it on time, because you would stress too much about it if you didn’t at least try to complete it before the due date. 

     Pushing yourself away from your desk, your chair squeaking against the floor ever so slightly in your dead silent dorm room, you tried to think of some excuse that your professor might believe. You doubted there was anything you could think of, but hey, your professor was better than what your roommates’ had mentioned theirs being, and you were grateful for that. Maybe you could tell him that you were exhausted from working extra hours at your job since you had had to cover your coworker’s shift and that’s why you couldn’t complete your essay on time? Or, maybe you could get away with a simple “I was lacking interest in the material, and couldn’t understand anything, and I didn’t ask for help because I knew that you are such a busy man trying to do so many things at once. Another hopeless near college drop-out wasn’t something I thought you needed on your hands.”

     ....Maybe not the latter.

    You sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair, practically feeling it screaming at you to wash it. You barely had time in the mornings to take showers anymore, and when you took them at night, you never had the strength to wash your hair, always knowing that putting a hat on overtop or throwing on your hoodie would make it seem fine on the outside, and that was good enough for you. As long as you looked at least decent and somewhat presentable.

    Your dorm room was fairly small, like every other one, but the lack of furniture made it seem larger than the rest. Nothing more than you and your roommate’s joint desk, the mini fridge in the corner, and the beds filled the space. You almost tripped over your backpack lying next to the bunk bed pushed up against the wall, falling to what would’ve been inches away from your roommate’s sleeping body.

    In an attempt not to disturb them, you tiptoed through the room, stepping over the occasional heap of clothes or homework, until you reached the bathroom. You fumbled over the door knob before almost tumbling into the small space. Glancing in the mirror, you didn’t fail to notice your messy hair, the dark circles tracing beneath your eyes, or the way you looked like you were seconds away from passing out. The sound of running water rang in your ears as you turned on the sink faucet, cupping your hands together and bringing your face down to meet them, rubbing the cold water all over you in an attempt to keep you awake for just a few moments longer.

     Your eyes returned back to the mirror as you sighed at your dripping wet face. There was no way possible you were going to finish your assignment on time. You knew it, your roommate knew it before they passed out, and you had noticed your professor’s wary glance this morning in class as a sign that he knew it too.

     An idea sprang into your head, part of you dreading the optimism that seemed to seep through your brain slowly. You didn’t feel like being energetic right now.

---an hour later---

You weren’t exactly sure how, when, or why you decided it would be a good idea to take a shower (you did end up washing your hair, thank god), get your things together in your bag, and head to the off-campus coffee shop (since the one on-campus had already closed), but you found yourself with a warm cup of coffee in hand as you exited the shop, the cold midnight air enveloping you in an unwelcome embrace.

     You shivered. The only thing your spontaneous brain had forgotten had to have been your jacket, the one thing your normal brain would’ve remembered if it weren’t already past midnight and if you weren’t majorly sleep-deprived.

     You most certainly weren’t done with your essay yet, nor was there any possible way for you to finish it on time since it was now approximately thirteen minutes past the due time, but you let yourself breathe for now.

     There weren’t many people out at this hour, and it made the usual busy city streets seemed like a ghost town. There were a few restaurants still open as you strolled along the sidewalk, their lights responsible for illuminating more than half the area in front of you. You passed by an onigiri shop your friend had recommended to you, but you just weren’t that hungry. Most nights, you’d kill for a midnight snack, but your single shot of espresso coffee was satisfying your needs for now.

     You decided to head to the park after seeing a rabbit hop its way across the vacant street and into the bushes in that direction. The fresh air was nice and cool against your dry and croaky lungs, and your ears needed a different sound than that of you miserably attempting to touch type quickly, your fingers rapping against the keyboard with vigor.

     A stream nearby flowed softly, the dripping of the water against the rocks complimenting the noise of the crickets chirping in sync just downstream. Your footsteps cut through the grass slowly, not bothering to follow the stone path. The park was a nice change of scenery. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been here by yourself in peace, it was always you and your rambunctious friends who ran through every now and then just to see the dogs running through the sprinklers, or the occasional poor cat whose owner dragged them out into the daylight for exercise. This was peaceful, though, and you appreciated that.

     A few more rabbits crossed your path, giving you that wide-eyed, side glance before darting off into the darkness, outside the reach of the lampposts emitting light. The sound of the stream soon faded out as you continued to walk through the park, sipping your coffee every so often. The warmth from your cup was soon dying out, and you figured you’d have to start walking back to your university sooner or later. Maybe you could crash at your friend’s house who lived just off campus, though you had forgotten your phone back at your dorm and had no alarm, no laptop to complete your work, and no contact with anyone else who might worry where you’d be. You had really no choice but to trek back to your dorm in the darkness, cutting your peaceful visit to the park short.

     You let yourself have a few more minutes of stress free relaxing as you sat down on a bench just before the ground let out into a downhill slope overlooking the rest of the city below. The trees around you swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, you thought it was the wind talking, and not an actual human being who had somehow made his way beside you without gathering your attention.

     “Didn’t think anyone else would be up at this hour,” the stranger mumbled. You glanced up, almost startled that, indeed, someone else was actually awake and strolling through the park.

     The boy couldn’t have been much older than you were, maybe the same age. He had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, the wind tousled his dark hair ever so slightly, and the moonlight played along, illuminating his face just so you could actually see how gorgeous he was.

     You cleared your throat, averting your eyes back to the ground as you shifted over, creating more space on the bench in case he wanted to sit down beside you. “I decided to actually take care of myself for once and give myself some time to breathe before facing the wrath of my professor tomorrow when he finds out I didn’t turn in my essay on time.” You let out a low, breathy chuckle, not exactly sure of what would happen next.

     The guy sat down on the bench next to you, though he made sure to give you some personal space, which you were grateful for. He laughed along with you a bit, and you could tell just from his tone just how tired he really was.

     You gave him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. “So, what the stressful thing that brought you here in the middle of the night?”

     He smiled half-heartedly, eyes trained on the moon. “Work stuff. Jus’ been busy, I guess.” He shrugged. 

     You waited for him to continue on, but he stayed silent. You didn’t complain, though. Wasn’t your whole reason for coming out here in the dead of the night for some quiet? Plus, it wasn’t awkward either. You were comfortable sitting next to this stranger.

     “What do you do for work?” You waited a little longer than necessary to ask, but he didn’t seem to mind the long pause.

     “I own a restaurant a few blocks away. I love the job, it’s just tiring havin’ to deal with rude customers like my brother who won’t get the hint and get out sometimes. I got into an argument with him earlier today and he just wouldn’t shut it.” He rolled his eyes and took his hands out of his pockets, making eye contact with you as he went on about his day, and you couldn’t help but smile at his passion. “The guy thinks he can just walk in when I’m working with a new employee and just act like he runs the place! Quite stupid if you ask me. Such a jerk, he is. Thinkin’ about just banning him from the place, really.” 

     You snorted. “He really bugs you that much, huh?”

     The guy smirked at your laugh, admiring it, though you would never had guess that was what flashed across his face in a million years. He nodded. “Yeah, ‘course I love ‘im ‘cause he’s my twin and my best friend, but he really knows how to annoy the hell outta me.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just get a sign in the window that says “no shirt, no shoes, no service” and cross it out and write my brother’s name instead,” he reasoned, and the pondering look in his eyes made you wonder if he was actually considering the idea.

     You smiled. “You’re funny.”

     “You say that like ya weren’t expectin’ it.”

     A laugh made its way out your lips. “Well, when you’re approached by a stranger in the middle of the night you sort of expect the worst.”

     The guy glanced off in the distance, away from you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry, didn’t think of that comin’ off that way.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m funny then, and not some creep, eh?”

     You nodded, the smile on your face not fading as he changed topics.

     “So, what’s your essay on? Any way I can help ya finish it?”

     You shook your head dismissively. “Oh, no. It was due thirty minutes ago.” You quickly explained the topic you were writing about in class before getting side tracked. “My professor had said he would allow it to be turned in the next morning, but I doubt he actually meant it.”

     He smiled a wide grin, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “You go to the university nearby, right?” 

     You nodded in confirmation, raising an eyebrow. “If I’ve got any luck, there’s a chance you go there too?”

     He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t, sorry. I’ve visited campus a few times because some of my friends go there, but I just usually focus on work.”

     His gaze was tilted upwards towards the sky, and you couldn’t help but admire how the exhaustion still shone in his eyes, but somehow that same passion gleamed there too just mentioning what he did for a living. You wished you were that passionate about something that would actually support you financially in the future and make you happy.

     When he glanced back at you, you were still taking his essence in, and he made a look of confusion. “What?”

    You shook your head, chuckling. “Nothing. I just admire that you can dedicate yourself to something and make it seem so easy.” He looked at you, interested to hear what you had to say, even though you were sure you couldn’t be the first person to tell him this. “I haven’t even known you for more than ten minutes and I can already tell you’re passionate about what you do and if you’re stressed about it, it must mean you’re dedicated to seeing your work through, and that’s more than enough to admire and appreciate, especially when that can be so difficult sometimes.” You finished your short tangent, looking back up at him to see him staring intently at you, seemingly in awe of what you’d just said. You felt a blush creep onto your face as you quickly blurted out, “Sorry- I didn’t mean to be so straightforward and weird like that- I sound like some crazy secret admirer or something...”

     The crickets chirped in the silence between the two of you, and it felt like it would never end.

     “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a secret admirer. I mean, wouldn’t be so secret, but...” You saw the smile creep up onto his face. “It’s nice being appreciated. Nobody really tells me that kind o’ stuff, so... thanks, I guess.” 

     The heat on your cheeks didn’t go away by any means, but you grew more comfortable with it as you mumbled, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind admiring you.”

     Now, it was the boy’s turn to blush, and you smiled at how his cheeks grew redder with every passing second, and how his subtle grin spoke a thousand words he didn’t need to say.

     “Miya Osamu.” The boy’s hand came into your view as he extended it for you to shake. “I own Onigiri Miya across from the grocery outlet.”

     You smirked, grasping his hand in yours as you said, “L/N Y/N. I own an official license for being a horrible driver and an ID that proves I’m a sleep-deprived college student and that’s about it.”

     He laughed, shaking your hand and standing up, letting go too soon for your liking.

     Because for some weird reason, his hand felt right in yours.

     Osamu said a quick goodbye, mentioning something about how he should get going and how you should get some sleep before he disappeared down the stone path back into the darkness.

     You stood up not too long after he’d left, your coffee now entirely cold as you plopped the half full cup into the trash can on your walk back to your dorm, not needing the pathetic warmth anymore. Your heart was beating fast and the feeling of Osamu’s hand resting in yours lingered on your palm, and that kept you warm enough.

     Maybe you’d be visiting that onigiri place your friend recommended to you a little sooner than you’d originally planned, and maybe more often than you would’ve expected.

[irondad-not-ironsad]

WandaVision Episode 1 Reaction

Spoilers below!!

I enjoy the music over the marvel logo

But also a 43 second logo feels kinda long for a 29 minute episode- is it just for the premier or is this gonna happen before each ep?

Also I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that there is a title sequence, which will probably be similar in length. Combine that with the lengthy credits people have been complaining about, it seems that the percentage of the thirty minutes that is actually the story is lower than it should be

not that I don’t love a good title sequence! But I’ll take a well fleshed out episode over fancy logos, title sequences and credits any day

now that I’ve got that of my chest, on to the actual show

I like how they have the frame shaped like that of an old timey tv, combined with the black and white it really adds to the old timey sit come vibe

I like these bells

Ok I know I complained about to much time being wasted with logos and such, but i LOVE how cheesy this theme song is and I love them showing vision and Wanda driving tp there house in wedding attire

“A regular husband and wife” 2 seconds late *vision disappears into a cloud of sparkles*.... 1 minute 8 seconds in and I love this 

Even there acting is reminiscent of an old timey sit com this is amazing

feel like I should note he title sequence ends at the 1.36 mark approximately, which may not seem like a lot but again the show is less than thirty minutes so it adds up

Wanda talks with a fifties accent: I already love this show

Also I wish I had magic I could use to clean, I’m moving back into my dorm right now and Wanda’s powers would be SO helpful

Also I LOVE the laugh track

Also Wanda’s short curly hair is so cute

I love how neither of them knows what the heart means so they play it off by being like “yeah of course I know what it means, how could I forget? Do YOU remember what it means

Also Vision is literally part computer shouldn’t he have a photographic memory? 

Also how old is Wanda? I could have sworn someone said she was 19 in civil war, which would make her like 21 here? I think?? Idk tho, as a 19 year old I don’t think she has ever looked 19 in the movies, even back in Ultron she looked at least in her mid twenties

The face Vision makes when he makes himself human is so funny

Also Vision blowing Wanda a kiss and her reaching back to grab it is the perfect amount of corny that makes it still cute

Also I wonder what vision’s job is

The backing music is so funny

I can already tell Agnes is going to be some great comic relief in a show that’s already hilarious

“I assure you, I’m married. To a man. A HUMAN one!” I know I’ve said before that I was never the biggest fan of Wanda or Vision but I love Wanda in this show

Obv there is something clearly off here, but I feel like I need to mention that it’s clear this is some warped reality. If I had never seen any of the MCU before, I may believe it was just  witch and her robot husband living in the fifties, but the little details really make it clear to the audience (the majority of whom I am sure are familiar with the mcu) that something is off. This scene is one of those, where Wanda cannot seem to recall how long her and Vision have been together and plays it off by saying “It feels like we always have been together”

Is Agnes giving Wanda advice for the bedroom? is this really what I’m watching? Or have I wildly misinterpreted this?

Love the old timey lingo

Vision working a desk job is so funny

Love that vision doesn’t even know what they do at his job, I know it’s part of the false reality thing but also lowkey relatable

“you’re like a walking computer” “I most certainly am not! I’m a regular carbon-based employee made entirely of organic matter”

I started this like twenty minutes ago and have only gotten 7 minutes in because I keep stopping to type my reactions. I am going to try to shut up and watch, and stop screaming about every little detail for a bit 😂

Real quick though does Vision just go by Vision at work?

Ope apparently he does. 

I wonder if Vision took Wanda’s last name

Or is he Vision Stark-Banner since it was Tony and Bruce who made him??

He probably isn’t called that but I think it would be funny if he was

Love that instead of writing “dinner with boss” or “Dinner w/ Harts” or even just “Harts” he drew a freaking heart like im dying

if my lack of emojis seems weird I’m typing this on a computer which I never normally do and I’m to lazy to pull up the emoji keyboard, so basically imagine there’s a cry laughing emoji after everything funny

“No skeletons in the closet?’ “I don’t have a skeleton sir.”

Yup I was right, Agnes is giving her sexy time advice

“you should stumble when you walk in a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic!” that is the only way I will be flirting from now on

Also I got to say, I'm guessing it’s a fifties thing but those pointy bras don’t look comfortable

So she answers the phone “Vision Residence” Is Vision also their last name now? Does he go by Vision Vision??

They make the best facial expressions

This phone conversation where Wanda think they’re having a date night whereas Vision is talking about his boss coming for dinner is comedy GOLD

also I love the fact that they’re giving us stereotypical sitcom drama while keeping it clear that there are bigger problems than dinner with the boss

Fake commercial break is at 9.56 (these time stamps are for myself I want to calculate how much of the episode is actually the story)

I do love the fake commercials tho! And I suppose in a way they ARE part of the show

They missed the chance to make it the toastmate three thousand and make every ironman fan cry

The beeping toaster sounds like a ticking bomb..... also the little red light is the only color we’ve seen this episode I think

Commercial ends at 10.46

Also love that it was an SI toaster, still wish they had made it 3000 instead of 2000

How did Wanda confuse Mr. Hart with her husband? Not that I’m complaining, her coming out in a robe and covering Vis’ Boss’ eyes is HILARIOUS

“This is the traditional Sokovian greeting? Didn’t I tell you my wife is from Europe?” “How exotic!” “We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks”

Visions pants are SO high waisted

“It’s our anniversary!” “Our anniversary of WHAT?” “WELL IF YOU DON”T KNOW I”M NOT GONNA TELL YOU”

Poor Vision is trying to figure out what kind of company he works for this is sooo funny

Agnes coming in clutch with a full meal

So Wanda needs the ingredients in order to magic a meal she can’t just make one appear

Vision breaking into song was amazing

How did one chicken turn into like 30 eggs

Vision is singing old McDonald with his bosses wife this is great

“Diane!” “That must be my wife summoning me!” “She calls you Diane?” “Yes... it’s her pet name for me” “I’m coming... Fred”

So many clichés in this show but it’s done in such a purposeful way that it’s still funny

Also we have only seen three rooms: the kitchen, the living room and Vision’s workplace

“Well I think tonight’s going SWIMMINGLY”

Mrs. Hart is SO NOSY

But I love that they don’t know the answers

Wanda looks SO disturbed when Mr. Hart is demanding her and visions story, you can tell her mind is fighting itself and it’s so sad

Mr. Hart is choking, is it bad that I think he deserves it?

Mrs. Hart keeps cheerily repeating stop it, and gone is the stereotypical sitcom camera angles and and the backing music is switched for something eery

This is lowkey scary, Mr. Hart Dying while his wife keeps cheerily saying Stop It and it just feels creepier the more she repeats

Wanda looks distressed and vision is just looking to her for what to do, her old timey accent is gone and she sounds nearly robotic as she tells Vision to help

Poor Wanda, she is so clearly going through it mentally right now

Laugh track is back, and just like that the Harts are leaving, despite only having one bite of food

And somehow Mr. Hart is impressed? Was Wanda rewriting reality to make them so?

I know that this is clearly some alternate reality and nothing is right, but wanda and vision deciding to choose that day as there anniversary and this little convo here is soooooo cute

Aw her making them rings and them both saying I do is soooo cute

And vision saying “and they lived happily ever after’ is so sweet but also so sad in context

What is that little remote vision is holding meant to be?

And love the hexagon closing in on them with the cute music playing to end the episode

Are the people in these credits real? Because it lists the start as Wanda Maximoff and Vision but are the rest actual people?

So there is some sketchy dude watching the maybe fake credits so there's something going on there

The actual credits start with 7.13 left and I’ve been told there's no mid or post credits scene. I’ll let them play while I finish this up anyways

8 minutes and 49 seconds of this show is the logo, title sequence and credits. Out of 29.36 total this means only 20 minutes and 47 seconds is the show, which I suppose is standard for a sitcom but I think I felt deceived by it showing as 29 minutes

Also 50 seconds of “commercial takes the show time down to 19.57 if anyone was wondering

I swear tho I’m not all that bothered by the length, just did the math in case anyone was curious like I am. 

I thought I was going to really enjoy this going it, but it still really surpassed my expectations and I can’t wait for episode 2!

This is my raw reactions, but I’m sure that as I mull it over more I’ll be posting more about the show

This is somehow a perfect combo of lighthearted comedy and mild horror

I wanna let this episode stew for a while, so I prob won’t watch episode 2 for at least a day

Also what are your guys’ thoughts on this format of reaction? Did I write to much?

Also what did y’all think of this episode? Feel free to let me know what you think of my reaction, and whether you agree or disagree. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

[astro-break]

Quick first thoughts on the first ep of the Hypmic Anime. Spoilers beware (and im writing this as I watch so :p)

Otome’s speech is.... questionable from a persuasive point of view. Manga did a great job of introducing her (which you can read here) but they really cut out the more terrifying parts of her speech and how she uses force to show people that she's not to be messed with

Its cool seeing everyone in their respective environments though. thats cool. Though they could have added Sasara and Kuuko (shhh i know why they didn’t let me dream)

I love how poppy the typography is. Its amazing how the visuals just leap out at you. The OP does a great job of this. The first few seconds before the title really gives me Persona 4 OG OP vibes with the influx of information given. The rest is a clear concise and streamlined way that still gives character. Animation is sparse but still carries across a general idea of each character and shows off each character object. Rendering is really nice and pays a bit of homage to the posing artwork thats done for the MVs. They also do their division hand signals and thats cute

Love how the OP has blatant HifuDoppo and DRB matchup foreshadowing

so far I really like what theyre going for. BB is about brotherly familial bonds and they show the goods and the bads. Jiro and Saburo bickering right out the gate really cements the fact that they get along like cats and dogs but you can still see that they love each other, working together when the situation calls for it

Now the 3d models. Theyre... not great but usable if you don’t look too hard. They serve their purpose and don’t actively detract from the viewing experience.

Visual typography in the rap itself are fun and poppy but they dont.... speak to me? like theyre there yes and I appreciate them but the only ones that got me excited were from Ichiro’s rap

I take my words back the group portion was kickass and I apologize

I love how they interpret the Hypnosis Speakers though. Esp. Saburo’s organs. That was super creative and I love it! If there was one thing that I felt was missing from the franchise was a deeper exploration of the speakers but the anime puts a new and fresh spin on it! Love it, especially with their attack patterns!

If the production team ever feels inclined to, Id love to see those info sheets on Otome’s desk released. There seems to be very interesting info and stats written out about each member (like capabilities, personal status etc.) They all seem unique too so I really really really hope they release images of those sheets

OOOOOOOOKAY MTC. I have such a big biased for them so Im very torn to see what unfolds

Rio striking out on his own is interesting. Out of everyone in MTC hes the biggest team player yet here he trusts his teammates to go ahead. This either displays Rio’s willingness to trust his teammates or it becomes very OOC if the anime wants to set him up as a lone wolf like character

I love how they specify its a drug deal. It means that Jyuto surely will show up and it also shows that Samatoki knows Jyuto’s motives and willingly gives black market info that he knows aligns with Jyuto’s goal. Thats A+ detail writing there and a great establishing characteristic for both of them

OOohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Asunama-san’s voice acting is god tier his work as Samatoki is phenomenal. He pulls of Samatoki’s threatening voice so well with those almost calm words before his voice becomes loud and confrontational. Those rolling syllables in contrast to Komada-san’s almost lyrical and airy speech and Kamio-san’s strict and enunciated words is such a delight to hear. It just speaks to how amazing and great these Seiyuu’s are in order to pull of such amazing work

Im so biased but MTC has such a better rap than BB im so sorry. Just by watching Samatoki’s part, the imagery is amazing. Even the arrival of his Hypnosis Speaker was awesome and sent a shiver down my spine. using the lyrics to form blades and blood was such a great thing to do. Theres so much more variety that just him standing there and shots of his hypnosis speaker. The old fashioned vignette shots, the four panel spread, the nods to old Kurosawa era films are great and I love these small details. Even the typography looks better.

Again, the interpretations with the speakers is fresh and new. Its great and I love the different imagery and attack patterns. Each one is so unique but carries across each different style of rap.

The 3d modles aren’t any better tho lol

(Hi this is Astro who is reading over their assessment again and making a note. Yeah I’m a bit harsh on BB’s rap. I’m not going to change it since I still stand by it and this post is supposed to be a documentation of my first impressions. I think one of the reasons why I’m so harsh on BB is because of their dynamic as a trio of brothers. They Have to have a more uniform approach than the other divisions. Which in of itself isn’t a terrible thing, it just doesn’t catch my eye as much as MTC did. Thats all! I definitely don’t hate BB, they’re maybe my 3rd favorite division out of the current lineup [not including TDD era teams like Kujaku Posse, MCD, and Naughty Busters] its just that their rap was pretty meh)

Samatoki crouching like a real gangstar and the cigarette kiss killed me

sadjkhfjkasdghsadjkcsdjhsdfsjhf im dying i love these trio of dumbasses so uch oh y fod someone save me aaaaaaaa (Astro note here! yeah i died when the jyuto and samatoki’s stomach growled im weak please. Samatoki’s face is just so precious and funny I might set it as a profile pic somewhere)

But also my initial assessment of Rio possibly being characterized as a lone wolf is very much jossed and im very thankful for that. It seems that Rio was simply trusting his teammates to carry out their part of the plan while he carried out his own. I like that, it really shows how much of a team these three are and that they genuinely trust each other. He’s also comfortable enough around them to invite them to dinners after work casually and not just for special occasions.

I really love MTC guys

Oooh! we get Ramuda on his design process which is really cute. the inside of his studio is super cute and retro and i love it. the poppy old music you would hear in a cafe or 90′s resturaunt is also really cute (astro note: yeah i know that in ARB you see the interior of Ramuda’s office but its kinda different seeing it animated)

the translation i have has gentaro speaking in early modern english (Shakespearian english for those who aren’t english nerds like me) but from what I can hear, he doesn’t speak in a particularly old fashioned way? Its more formal than old? and hes speaking without any of his character persona lying thing that he likes to do (as he refers to himself as “Shousei” throughout the segment where hes in Ramuda’s office which is kind of his default pronoun of choice). so its kinda odd for the translation to go in that direction but im not complaining

Gendice banter is gold but it feels... flat? a little? it doesn’t have the same impact as in the drama cds or in the manga? i feel? Also Ramuda using gratuitous english is??? idk how to feel about that

kjshf thats against the rules Ramuda omgggg,,,,,,,, (astro note again: while watching i was under the assumption that using your hypmic for monetary gain such a as buskering [which is what FP is doing] is against the rules. May not be the case but whatever)

FP’s rap might be my favorite in terms of tune and lyrics though. It’s a nice laid back bop and really gives of chill vibes. the integration of 3d and 2d is really nice and i love how they play off each other in the rap. The wordplay is so fun with little nods here and there and the beat is poppy too so it really energizes me.

Ramuda’s rap concerns me slightly since he makes very subtle and small nods towards his past (being created in a laboratory, warfare, and his overall very unpleasant life experiences) but spins it into something cutesy. It could be a coping mechanism, it could be me overthinking it. But it does make me worry a bit. Gentaro and Dice’s rap really play off each other with Gentaro sticking to stories and Dice taking up the baton by carrying on that same imagery but putting his own spin on it.

the self awareness of how scattered they are as a team is interesting though. It doesn’t seem like something you’d speak about in a rap? but i guess since its not really a do or die situation they can afford to be looser on things like this.

Right off the bat, i don’t like how they handled Hifumi and Doppo in relation to Hifumi’s fear of women. Slug made a post once talking about this and I echo many of his sentiments. Hypmic has never been very tactful about tackling this particular issue and while I didn’t have high hopes that the anime would be any better it hurts to see Doppo take away the one thing that allows Hifumi to function within society.

Doppo’s breakdown mirrors a lot of my own mental state when I spiral though its shown a lot quicker than what happens to me oof. that hits close to home. though Jakurai’s advice is. Questionable. Its not the best advice to give to someone but we have no idea what kind of doctor Jakurai is so ill let it slide

Jakurai’s pose looks like hes going to do a mahou shoujou transformation lmao

I don’t have many thoughts about the rap though again. How they visualize the rap is interesting. the different imagery is quite interesting for each of them and the typography is nice a distinct but im still on the fence about the visuals here

The sound is in the same boat. The sound effects either drown out the rap or are too quet but some parts are nice at least. When they talk about Tokyo’s beating heart, the heartbeat sound is a but distracting especially since its only played once. But the imagery is at least nice

I wonder if for the eds they’re going to take a similar approach to what Enstars did and have a four different endings, one for each division. I love the blend of styles here and it really accentuates that although they’re different they mesh well together.

Ramuda’s silhouette though is hilarious. Love it.

:p and thats it. Uh not bad for a first episode. Established all 12 characters really nicely and their dynamics. I had some problems with it but then again nothing is perfect. I look forward to what they show us next week

[jetaime-jespere]

ok. i have taken some breaths. i have gotten myself together and i also may or may not have had a shot of tequila. it was a lot. you really said, here, have a page of just absolute pain and misery and expected me to not need a drink afterwards? wrong.

anyway🧍🏻‍♀️

i’m hurt. i don’t even know where to start to tell you how hurt i am. i am hurt😃 a good hurt, but, hurt.

Aaron refusing to go anywhere, even to get out of the clothes covered in her blood, until he knew emily was going to be okay is my villain origin story. that was like a slap in the face but also🥺 he loves her so much i can’t even handle it.

rossi and hotch:(((

Elizabeth... don’t. get. me. started. i have a love/hate relationship with her, (your her, idk anything about the canon elizabeth apart from the fact she exists, sort of) At the start of this i.. wouldn’t say i hated her, but... she never really cared about emily and it angered me, it was so obvious that her daughter was hurting and she ignored it in order to keep her power and her job🙃 wasn’t a fan. THEN, i became her enemy when she found out about a&e, sure, finding out your child is in a relationship with one of your security people would be a bit😳👀 but.. she could have ignored it. she ignored everything else🤪🤣 BUT NOW HERE SHE IS. CRYING. and admitting all of her mistakes and being worried about her daughter dying and i just- i cried. i cried ok? it hurt. her and aaron’s chat about the their relationship- no, it was🥺🥰 loved it. loved it loved it loved. very very bittersweet.

The hospital scene. her waking up, aaron being at her side, trying to keep her calm. their discussion about ian (rip) and that she was okay. :((( pain.

FUCKING CLYDE. I SWEAR THAT MAN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM. why is he so obsessed with her working for/with him. like jesus dude leave her alone please i just want her and aaron to be together and your cocKBLOCKING THEM. AGAIN. god damn. constantly offering her jobs that she has absolutely NO REASON HAVING pls leave her alone you just got her staked like a vampire was that not enough for you sir.

emily and aaron drifting apart made my fragile heart break in my chest. i was already hurting from everything else and then boom. have more pain and misery. and angst.

AND YOU REALLY WENT THERE. YOU WENT THERE. YOU WENT THERE😭 in the last chapter i told you i was so scared he was going to ask her or tell her “who is he?” because of everything with haley and how distance emily was being and i said i was so glad you spared me that pain BUT THEN YOU WENT THERE. YOU SAID HAHA YOU THOUGHT- and boom. there it was. then you added in the ✨trauma and spice✨ of “besides him” and i had to go for a walk around my apartment. my room mate is going to think i’ve gone insane i was just pacing like i belong in a ward. you really went there huh, god DAMN. can’t believe it. you- you really did it to me😔 then jack overhearing about haley and him crying for his mother no i can’t i have to go

ok i’m back. more thoughts.

her accepting the interpol job, him bringing it up with her while she was at her desk, classic. loved that. the tension was😘👌🏻 amen sister. the parallel to their conversations in previous chapters about if love is enough, and giving up and- pain. pure pain. KNOWING WHEN TO QUIT. flashbacks. i have flAsHBacks to their chat in the office when he literally pinned her against like wall like an insane person😌😌 brilliant. amazing. your talent at bringing things back around is just... incredible.

Not them leaving the wedding together and Reid being so clueless he’s just stood there, smile on his face thinking their just going for a walk or something😭😭 find me someone as innocent as reid and i would protect them with my life.

smut😃👀yes ma’am.

now,, now now now. let’s discuss that ending shall we. because when i say i have never been more turned around by a plot twist in my life i mean it. I don’t know what i was expecting but the words “marry me” were not even on the list.

THE RING FROM THE BEACH. STOP IT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I WILL THROW MYSELF OUT OF THIS WINDOW IM SAT AT. A WINDOW SEAT IS DOING ME NO FAVOURS RIGHT NOW. i will LAUNCH myself out of here. far too many emotions, i screamed, i laughed, i cried, i threw my body around like a mad woman and ended up spilling my coffee all down myself. (never been more thankful that i drink iced coffee in 10 degree weather in my life because..that shit would have burnt my- anyway)

He really said haha you think i won’t make you stay? marry me you loser and👀🧍🏻‍♀️😃😳😌😢🤭😘👌🏻😇😅😦 absolutely a whole ton of emotions. i still don’t have this processed. THE WAY YOU ENDED IT.

“Aaron, i”

AARON I WHAT?? . AARON i WHAT. TELL ME. i need to know. if she says no i swear i will.. i will be traumatised by YET ANOTHER FAN FICTION. can’t handle that. i just want them happy. please. i’ll give you anything. what do you WANT? PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU BY FIRST BORN. I WILL.

anyway😃 am i ok? not in the slightest. will i need to re read this later in the day? yes, i will. am i extremely upset that there’s only one more chapter? yup. and, will this be a fic i read again and again and again? absolutely.

thank you queen. i am so sorry this is so long aksjsjajajaka too many thoughts in my brain. head very full.

♥️🍾 I am living for every. single. word. of this comment - you have no idea. I LOVE reading your reactions .... and oh, you really hit everything here. I do love bringing things back around from previous chapters. And I laughed so hard at what you said about Clyde ... I do love him though. And the conversation with Elizabeth/Aaron was one of my favorites to write, and you really got everything I was going for with it! FINALLY - taking tequila shots is always a good choice. I am laughing and crying at this and I will miss reading these every chapter! Thank you so very much 🙂 I am otherwise speechless because this is just the greatest thing ever! 🍾

[teacherimagines]

My Tc Diary

Hey y’all. This is my tc diary from 2018 and I decided to post this now in 2020 since I don’t think my identity will be revealed from anyone I know possibly reading this. It was sooooo weird rereading this, seeing what my thought process used to be, and the silly things I thought were important. So much has changed in my life since this phase of my life, but I hope you enjoy!

M/N stands for my name. I am not gender specific in the anecdotes. I am bisexual, and I talk about having three different tcs in here. I just use they/them to talk about them. And when I refer to ‘my tc’ I am talking about my first tc (the one I am crushing on the most). The other two I only talk about in one divided section for each.

*ONE FINAL VERY IMPORTANT NOTE* My teacher crushes were always professional when I was around them, they did absolutely nothing to suggest that they liked me as anything more than just a student. I started writing this because I was crushing on them badly, and I needed a way that I could share the times I was around them that made me happy. I hold a very high respect for my teachers, and I am so grateful that I got to have them in class. I never did/would never try to do anything that would harm/intrude on their careers, relationships, happiness, and personal lives. My relationships with teachers are the way they should be, the fact that I was crushing on them did not get in the way of that.

My Masterlist

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I was walking out of school today, and my tc was walking behind me. I heard footsteps but I didn’t know it was them! Anyway I walked out the door, and held the door for them, and they thanked me. Their ‘thank you’ sounded so genuine and nice, I nearly had a heart attack.

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I had my first class with my tc at the beginning of the semester. During the first week of class my tc had to shout out names for attendance because they didn’t know everyone yet. But they knew me. They never said my name during attendance. It just felt good, to have them remember me after meeting them only a couple of times before. Especially because I’m crushing on them super hard.

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My tc got really excited today in class omg. We are doing a project and we get to pick our topics. So my tc comes up to me like “What is your topic?” And then I told them, my tc got so excited. Their eyes widened a little, and they went into this little rant about how fascinating my topic was. I like to see them being so passionate about something.

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Someone in my class has a pet snail, and they keep it in a jar and bring it to school. So they go and ask my tc if they want to hold the snail. My tc (seriously) asks ‘does it bite?’ I WAS LIKE ARE YOU FOR REAL RN? I think it was cute because it was such a little snail.

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My tc helped me write an essay today. They were super helpful, like, I was stuggling so bad, and they just helped me without making me feel like a complete idiot :)

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OKAY IM SORRY OKAY TEMPTATIONS. I watched my tc put on chapstick today. Trust me, I wouldn’t watch it if they were looking directly at me. They were just staring off into space. *Note from future, I watch them do this quite often lol.

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My tc said “good morning, M/N.” today! I said good morning back and was really happy. My tc also made a lot of eye contact with me today :o

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I walk into my classroom today, and there were only two other students sitting at the desks. The class has about twenty students in it, and the bell was about to ring. One of the people in the room says “ooh, there’s a third one.” as I walk in. And my tc laughed and smiled and looked at me.

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My tc was passing back papers and their arm accidentally bumped mine. Lol I’m dying inside.

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When my tc lectures, they are very active with and linger their eye contact with every student. And I mean like that’s a good thing, but it makes me nervous when they look at me lol. OKAY BUT LIKE EYE CONTACT IS NOT OKAY. It is okay. But it makes me not okay. Especially when I’m trying to concentrate on the lesson, I just keep thinking back to five minutes ago when their eyes met mine and I felt all gooey in my tummy.

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Got a paper back and on the top it said ‘good work M/N!’ in my tc’s handwriting. Felt good lol. I literally stared at my name written in their handwriting for like ten minutes. I need to stop. *not from future- I kept ALL of the papers from their class.

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My tc will always ask the class something opinionated, and they will always make sure that everyone answers the question. And if it is regarding something that has to do with us being comfortable (ex: someone making a joke that is slightly controversial), they just make sure that everyone is really okay, no bs. OMG I FOUND A TEACHER WHO ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT THEIR STUDENTS WELL BEINGS. And I may or may not have a massively obvious crush on them.

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I saw someone (a student) flirting with my tc today. This person is a MAJOR flirt. I know that they would never actually date my tc so I am not really worried about it. But they interrupt class a lot and flirt with them. IT IS SO OBVIOUS OMG.

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I was walking in the hall today, and I saw my tc. They looked at me really quickly but as they walked closer they just stared at the floor lol. They do that a lot. Also, on another day, I was standing in the hall talking with my friend and my tc walked passed us. I know they looked at me- even if it was only for a second- I could feel it.

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How can someone be so alert, friendly, and attractive at the beginning of the school day?

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Today I was sitting doing my work and my tc comes over to my desk. They ask me how I am doing on the assignment and I said I’m doing okay. They stand by my desk, looking at my paper for what felt like a minute. I felt so awkward so I looked up at them with a face that said ‘need something’? Then they nodded and walked away. Like okayyyyyyy I’m not okay.

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Every damn time I say ‘thank you’ to my tc they say ‘of course ‘my name.’ AND I AM LITERALLY MELTING RN MELTING

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My tc learned a few fun facts about me today! Also, almost no one in my class believes in sasquatches (even me), but my tc does. And they got so frustrated because they said that sasquatches are ‘tangible’. Plus, they asked me where I see myself in ten years and I said I have no clue, and they were like ‘okay so you have like what, two years left to figure the rest of your life out?’ THANKS TC THANKS A LOT

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My tc asked me if I had anything to share with the class today, and I said no lol. They asked another student and they said no too. Lol. Then my tc said ‘I shouldn’t let you all say no to me.’ Haha I’m dead.

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I saw my tc with their significant other today. I feel really sad, and I really do care about my tc’s happiness, it just makes me sad that I can’t be that kind of special to them.

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I saw my tc run today. I feel so blessed.

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My tc said I did really good on writing my essays, and thanked me for handing them in. also—MY TC SMILED AT ME TODAY AND THEY ARE SO CUTE AND THEIR SMILE IS SO CUTE IMMMM DEADDDDD. Their smile was literally like this :)) They don’t usually smile at me, Idk why, but like I am also wondering what put them in such a good mood.

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My tc gave me a letter today. At first I was like- woah?. Then they told me it was an invitation (from another teacher) for taking a AP course in their subject next school year. I was like ‘ah thank you’ but inside I was screeching (THE LETTER WASNT EVEN PERSONALLY FROM THEM WHY AM I FREAKING OUT??). Even though they won’t be teaching the course (they are moving schools), I want to make them remember me as someone who wants to excel in their subject (so I will take the course, plus I was planning on it already with my guidance counselor). Also, this means that they had a conversation with another teacher about me. So they probably thought of me recommended for me to take AP? This makes me happyyyy :)

So today my tc asked me if I read the letter they gave me. I said yes. They asked if I signed up for AP and I said yes. They got so happy omg- I was like trying to be chill (so were they). They said “that is so good ‘M/N’, you would make a really good fit in that class.” Then they kept smiling at me- I couldn’t concentrate! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT MY HARD WORK IS STARTING TO PAY OFF, AND MY TC IS RECOGNIZING THAT.

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My tc gave my class a free work period and I was caught up on my work. Usually every night I try to read at least one news article before I go to bed, so I stay up to date on things (ya know, like nerds do). I didn’t get to read last night so I read some news in class. My tc comes over to see what I am doing and asks me “M/N, are you reading the news?” I nodded. Then they said “that is a very good use of your time.” Lol I wasn’t even doing the work they assigned. Then they come over later in class and ask me if I read from The Atlantic. I told them no, and they were like “I think you’d like them, they have very in depth articles. There’s this one a teacher showed me this morning about Donald Trump, and how he won the election, it was really good. You can let me know later if you’re interested in reading it.” I was like OKAY with a big splash of happiness. I want to read the article they suggested, but I was like hesitant to ask them for it, so I am just going to try and find it on my own lol. *NOTE from future, I read this website a lot now because it makes me think of them and it’s like, what if they read this article too?

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MY TC SNEEZED TODAY AND I WAS LIKE AHHHH

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I saw my tc in the hallway this morning and they said “good morning M/N.” They were carrying a cup of coffee, and that’s when I got to see how they drink their coffee-with a lot of creamer.

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OKAY WHAT IS GOING ON? There’s this other teacher I have. My friend says she likes them. I thought I didn’t like them that much, and I expressed that to her. BUT THEN they start giving me this eye contact, and joking during class. And one day they try helping me on an assignment and LITERALLY THEIR ARM WAS TOUCHING MINE. I didn’t want to be rude and move it, and THEY JUST LEFT IT THERE. I have little physical contact with humans- I’m weird like that- I don’t usually like it when people touch me, there’s really no reason for it besides it is what it is. But I was fine in this situation. They also make a lot of conversation with me. Then I saw them in the library and they looked at me and smiled- they are gorgeous. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT LIFE ANYMORE. I thought I was only crushing on my original tc, but that’s changing now?¿ I think I take simple situations and go crazy with them, but STILL. So much more has happened between me and this teacher than me and my tc, but I still like my first tc more. ALSO, they bite their lip when they are concentrating on something difficult- I am swooning. *NOTE- I had a dream (rated R) about this teacher. WHATWHATWHAT? Today, I walked passed this tc and it LITERALLY felt like slow motion- and they kept eye contact with me as they walked by.

-

I’m hormonal. There’s this other tc I might have now. They are a different gender than my other two tcs. I like them a lot and I had them in a class before but I never thought of them like this. I realized that I have a lil crush on them today when I passed them in the hall and had some small talk. I thought wow, they’re a good person, they teach really good, they just talked to me like a normal person, and they’re attractive. MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING I HAVE LIKE THREE TCS NOW AND NO ONE IN MY LIFE KNOWS?

-

Today was my last day with my tc :(( it was kind of bittersweet though. They never really gave anyone a formal goodbye, but we did have a good conversation (which is the longest one I have ever had with them). I was on the computer doing a research project for a vacation to Italy. I was exploring around on google maps and they come over and ask me ‘where are you looking at?’ And I say Venice. So I zoom out and show them Italy from a map view, they talked about Italy, and just Europe in general. I then told them that I have been to Paris and London before, and they thought it was cool. Then they told me about their significant other who has traveled to London for a semester at college. Then they told me about their dream vacation to southern France, to see the lilac fields. They said ‘That would be my picturesque vacation.’ I WAS LIKE AWWWW (internally lol). I like flowers a lot, and I am pretty sure my tc knows that bc I wear clothes that have flower print, my backpack and pencil case is flower print too. And now that they told me that they like flowers too- I am just so happy! I have a lot in common with this tc, and it saddens me that this was our last interaction :((

[sleepypeaky]

{getaway} final, pt.4

Reader is the Blinder’s chauffeur….naturally that entails getaway driving too

Part 4/4 ———-part 1, part 2 , part 3

also this was unintentional but the reader is gender neutral

WC: 1458

Warnings: Shooting, blood, dramaaa

A/n: set just after season 5, like the day after the last episode.

and no this isnt historically accurate obvs but i had to do it to write the fucking thing

tnis is so fun to write so try and stop me. this is kind of a Finn x reader?? idk?? finn is my wife?? but he also smol gay boi?? im confused.

“Where’s Finn!?!” Ada yelled as she kicked open the door to Tommy’s study.

Tommy was at his desk with his head down. Arthur ventured to answer,

“We haven’t seen him since the speech. Johnny Dogs said (y/n) went to look for him.”

“Arthur that was 12 hours ago! They could be hurt!”

RING

Tommy raised his head and grabbed the phone.

“What?”

He eyes widened.

He slammed the phone back down on the receiver, and scrambled to his feet.

“Mosley’s been shot.”

They stared at each other.

Ada gasped.

“Oh my god.”

They all ran out the door.

“NO NO NO NO FUCK! FUCK!” You screamed into the steering wheel.

To say that you were speeding was an understatement, you were going so fast that you weren’t sure the car could handle it.

And at the same time, to make things even more dangerous, you were flicking your gaze to Finn’s marbled complection. 

“Finn Finn come on come onnnn!” You slapped his face lightly, trying to wake him up.

He made a breathy groan, you weren’t sure if it was voluntary, but at least he was alive.

You cursed yourself,

“FUCK (y/n)!! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!” You yanked the wheel to the right and were thrown along with it as the car screeched into the direction you gave it.

You were almost at the hospital. It wasn’t smart considering what had just happened, but by the amount of blood you figured it was either this or him dying, and you were not taking that chance.

And this was far enough away that maybe it would just be passed off as a casualty of one of the many daily gang shootings.

You tore into the hospital driveway and slammed on the brakes, the tires were so shot from the drive that you skidded about 3 feet.

Throwing open the door and screaming for help, you sprinted around the car and flung open the passenger side door, grabbing finn’s face in you hands and trying to call him out of the depths of his mind.

“Finn finn wake up please please.” You cried.

His head lolled in your hands, but his eyelids fluttered, you whimpered with relief.

Two men with a stretcher came up behind you.

You let them to him and watched as they ran him inside.

Your legs, as heavy as led, followed suit.

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Ada sat frozen in the passenger seat of the car. A million thoughts going through her head.

She had her eyes pressed shut, hoping to anyone that would listen that her suspicions weren’t true.

Tommy’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard they resembled a skeleton’s. His face was in its usual stone mask, but his eyes were wind and active, no doubt thinking the same thoughts as Ava.

Arthur was silent in the backseat.

They pulled up to the scene and halted the car. Police were everywhere. The rain obscured the scene and oddly made it seem less intense than it was.

Two black tarps lay out on the ground.

Tommy sped over to them and in one swift motion, looked under each. The officers on the scene had recognized him and were awaiting his arrival, so they let this trespassing happen.

Though he let none of this show on his face, Tommy stood up and was relieved, both in seeing Mosley with half a skull, and seeing that the other body wasn’t Finn.

Maybe he wasn’t involved after all.

Nevertheless, before he went to speak to the press and police, he nodded to Ada: the signal to check the hospitals just in case.

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“I’m sorry you can’t come in here.”

A nurse grabbed your arm.

You looked at her in a daze,

“but..but...”

She looked apologetic and led you to a chair.

You looked down at yourself: your left shirt sleeve was drenched up to the elbow in blood from holding onto him during the car ride. As well as many other spaces on your clothes. And no doubt the car seat was completely ruined.

But all that was moot. 

Because you gave into Finn he was fucking bleeding out in the other room. Why didn’t you just fucking say no? No Finn, we are not going to assassinate a parliament member. No Finn, i won’t drive you. Maybe you thought that you being there would somehow protect him? Doesn’t matter.

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You sat like that for who-knows-how long when you heard your name called.

“(y/n)!?”

You stumbled to you feet, looking around for the nurse who called your name. Instead, you locked eyes with Ada.

A sob escaped your mouth as she ran towards you.

“Jesus fuck (y/n)! What happened?!” She held you.

You lowered you voice, 

“I don’t know why i didn’t stop him. I could have but didn’t.”

She inhaled and nodded softly,

“It was you then.” She whispered.

You nodded,

“So fucking stupid–”

“At least you were fuckin’ there! If you weren’t there he would be under that black tarp with the faschist.” She harsh-whispered.

I made you feel a tad better, but still.

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Polly walked to the ringing phone with a usual speed.

“Hello?”

“Pol, it’s Ada.”

She tilted her head,

“What happened.”

Ada sighed over the phone,

“Finn is in the hospital, i’ll explain when you get here.”

“Jesus– not again. I’ll be right there.”

She shook her head and went to the door.

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“HE DID WHAT?!”

“Shhhh! Pol!”

Polly looked around to see if she was the only sane person in the room. Surely it wasn’t out of line to react like this.

She looked over at where you were sitting, still covered in blood and leaning on your hand.

“This family needs to calm the fuck down.”

“Not likely, pol.”

_____

The appearance of feet in your sightline brought you back to reality.

You looked up.

“He’s resting now, he’ll be ok.”

You stood up, shaky.

You gestured to Polly and Ada.

“Can we see him?”

The nurse nodded and led you to his room.

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6 hours later

The first thing that moved were his fingers, they looked as if he were playing an invisible piano on the white sheets.

Finn opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. White walls, his feet, you passed out in a chair.

He smirked,

“Oi.” He croaked.

He watched your eyelids snap open confusingly, then they made contact with his.

“Tired?” he jested.

You glared,

“You’re a bastard Finn Shelby. A right bastard.”

You stood up and looked down over his bed, you flicked his nose.

“Ow wha’ the fuck!?”

“That,” you slipped, “Was for draggin me into this mess and then making me save your ass.”

“yeah thats fair.”

You sat down again, but pushed the chair closer. You took one of his hands.

“I don’t want to be covered in your blood again.”

He grunted, 

“Can’t guarantee anything.”

You smiled at his humor, but you felt sad inside.

“I can’t lose any more of you.”

He understood what you meant. John and you had been close, you were like an extra sibling. 

Finn turned his hand so that your’s fell in place. He squeezed.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

You smiled again and lay you head down on the bed beside his shoulder.

It was here that Finn felt good, where he could embrace the quiet sensuality of plain love. Not forced, or made to behave differently, he could be himself.

He leaned his head atop yours.

________

1 Day later

“and in conclusion, you are never, to ever, do anything like that ever again. Not, that there will be an occasion to do so.” 

Tommy finished his drastically long scolding of Finn.

“And (y/n), i want to be mad, but essentially the same goes to you as well. But you were doing your job, and i’m glad Finn wasn’t alone. At least there was one working brain in the plan.”

You blinked,

“I still have a job?”

Tommy chuckled,

“What, you thought this would change that? I did tell you there would be excitement didn’t i?”

“Yeah, my body feels real excited.” Finn groaned from the bed, rubbing the bandages that were wrapped around his midsection.

“Yeah but thats what you get.” You said.

He frowned.

_____

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1930

The car rumbled beneath you, and with the windows down, your hair cooled in the breeze.

You looked into your mirrors, he was gaining on you.

“Fool.” You muttered.

Your foot lowered further on the gas.

The finish line was in sight,

5

4

3

2

1

Whoosh. 

Again, not a surprising victory. 

You eased off the gas and began the process of stopping the car.

The screech of brakes continued until you exited the car.

You threw up your hands,

“Really?! I thought i taught you better than that Shelby!”

Finn flipped you off and hopped out of his car.

“Well i’m not insane, like someone know.”

you punched his arm.

“Bastard.”

“Lunatic.”

You looked up at him and grinned.

He did the same.

He leaned down and kissed you, you returning it naturally.

You smiled into the kiss, before reaching up and grabbing his hat.

You broke off and frisbeed his hat into the grass.

“Race you!” You squealed as you ran to your car.

Finn stood in confusion at how quick that progressed.

You got back in the car, and started the engine.

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The End

[sadwsocc]

Hanahaki [Akaashi Keiji]

word count: 1,915 words

Warning(S): Bad writing and angst

authors note: I speed wrote it at midnight to try to get rid of my writers block,,,, idk how it turned out. i’m too scared to read it. midnight me was wild

‘It hurts’, the only thought filling your head as you stared off at your friend, Niyou, as she went on rambling to your deskmate.

Why would a random conversation between your classmates hurt you so much? It was odd, you always thought to yourself. You never believed in the ideals or the very thought of love but just staring off at their idle talk makes your chest hurt and your mind burned with jealously.

It took your stubborn self a solid month to accept the fact that you liked him, your desk mate, Akaashi. You were in denial to say the least, you didn’t want these feelings bubbling up inside you, it hurts. Everytime he looked at you, the little smiles he’d give you, his gorgeous greenish eyes that you couldn’t seem to look away from, it felt like heaven, you really really liked it, you liked him.

The many months the two of you had known each other was enough to make your heart go wild and thank the gods you had met him but why? Why were you so stubborn that you wouldn’t, couldnt come to terms with it. You liked him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to accept it.

He was amazing, he truly was. You transferred to Fukurodani High School a few months into your second year, not having a single clue who anyone was, you heard it was a powerhouse school for the volleyball team but that was all. You didn’t know anyone there and the only reason you transferred was because of your parents shift of work. You weren’t too bummed about moving and transferring, if anything you accepted it like it was just any other small matter. Sure, you were sad you had to leave your long term friends but you would still keep in touch. After all, it wasn’t like you were going to die or anything.

You were truly scared the first day there, everyone was a stranger and getting lost on your first day was really one of the worst things that could happen in your books. Standing near the school gates, you looked around the students there, the students you would be seeing for your next two years, most of them seemed happy, with friends around them, some couples walking about. It was truly a peaceful and happy sight. You forgot everything about the fact that you didn’t know anyone there or your class. You were snapped out of your trance when a tall, rather buff looking student tapped your shoulder. The male had spiky white hair with black roots and next to him was a tall, black messy haired, really, really handsome guy.

“Hey hey heyyyy!!!! You’re a new student right? Are you a second year?” He asked. You stared at the male then to his friend who was looking at him with much annoyance. Your eyes reverted back to the guy who had questioned you and answered, “y-yeah...”.

His eyes sparkled and turned around to his messy haired friend, “aKAASHI, IS THIS THE STUDENT THAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT?”

“I don’t know, Bokuto-san. Why don’t you ask her?” The messy haired boy replied.

You took note that the messy haired boy was called ‘Akaashi’ and he would probably be your classmate. The rather owlish dude was noted as ‘Bokuto’.

You decided to interrupt by asking them where your class was, this resulted in Bokuto screaming out “SHE IS THE STUDENT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT” and a firm nod from Akaashi.

Your question was answered by Bokuto when he said “Akaashi will be your guide then, I’m heading to class now!” Firmly patting his friends back, he walked off to where you assume his class would be. He seemed rather suspicious to you yet you just couldn’t point your finger at it.

It was from your first encounter with Akaashi that the two of your friendship started to blossom, slowly. Thanks to a certain third year. You soon began to make friends of your own, mostly acquaintances but it still counted.

Niyou was the one who stood out most in all the times you’ve spoke to people in your class. She seemed a lot like the Bokuto guy you’ve met once, loud, optimistic, out going. Something you couldn’t relate to. But they said opposites attract and somehow you ended up becoming her closest friend.

While on the other hand, you and Akaashi were still friends, rather close ones if you could say so yourself. Often times, he would complain about how much of an annoyance Bokuto is and things like the volleyball team and such. You always listened intently whenever he spoke, his calm voice and demeanour, the very his eyebrows would scrunch whenever the topic of Bokutos everlasting antics and the way he would smile whenever your little comments seemed to enlighten him. You fell for him and you fell hard.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to confess to him, it was because you knew that Niyou liked him too. She told you early on that she liked Akaashi and was rather jealous of how close the two of you were. She would often interrogate you if you ever had feelings for him to which you denied, you knew it would break her and you knew that you might ruin your once in a lifetime friendship with her, or confessing to Akaashi and then being rejected. You didn’t want to ruin the perfect relationship you had with the both of them, you couldn’t. You wouldn’t know how to act if either one starts drifting from you.

You agreed to Niyou one day that you would try to stay off Akaashi for awhile so that she could try to get closer with him, she didn’t know your little bubbling feelings for Akaashi, it would ruin your friendship so you never told a single soul.

Every damn minute of seeing them together and how much Akaashi seemed to enjoy her presence made your heart churn and your chest hurt. It felt like thumb tacks pining every crevice of your chest, breathing would hurt sometimes, coughing felt like you were trying to push out needles.

Blood started appearing two weeks into your chest pains, you knew why, you didn’t want to accept the fact though. You spoke lesser and lesser to your two friends, often times telling them you didn’t feel well and that you were tired but in actuality you were hurting, so much. Every glance you send them seemed to make your eyes water and your face hot from jealousy. You felt angry, not to Niyou, not to Akaashi, but to yourself for feeling like that, for being so pathetic, for liking someone you knew you could never be with.

You were too afraid to tell anyone, you found it hilarious sometimes, it was so cliche of you to like your friends crush. It almost made you forget the fact that bloodied petals would appear every now and then. What would your parents think? You? Lovesick? It seemed impossible in their books, their obedient child who never once mentioned anything romantic. They didn’t even notice those nights where you would lay on the side of your bed, trash can next you, choking on your own sobs as the pain in your chest seemed to grow, blood spewing out everyone once in awhile.

It took you another week to accept that you had it, the Hanahaki disease. You felt like dying, that was because you were, slowly and painfully for that matter. All you had to do was confess, it was so easy in your head but the thought of the mess that would happen afterward, you couldn’t bare it. Surgery was also an option but how can you do it in secrecy? What would you do if you stopped feeling anything all together? You didn’t want that, anything but that.

A stalk of rose appeared one morning, the pricks edging your throats as you pulled it out, it was an unpleasant sight to say the least. Tears welled up, you couldn’t bare it, your end was near and no one knew. You took a good look at the bloodied rose after you coughed out the extra blood. It was beautiful in a messed up way, a rose with blood on it. A hilarious concept to be honest. You smiled at it, god the things love does to someone. After that, you threw it away, there wasn’t a need for a beautiful rose for you, you didn’t deserve it.

You decided you’d write a letter to your parents, your friends too, you supposed. You knew death was near, might as well write a farewell letter. It was short and simple, a little thank yous to everyone and how happy you were because of them, nothing too deep. An apology was next, telling them how sorry you were for not being able to bring yourself to tell them and how much of a hassle you made. Perhaps you were a coward, choosing death than facing your problems but it was too late.

It was any other day in school except the fact that Niyou was absent, she had texted you that she was sick and wouldn’t be going to school the day before. A worried Akaashi asked you, of course he did. You smiled and told him she was nearly sick. The look of relief made your heart squeeze, it hurt to even look at him but you still mustered up a smile.

He then proceeds to talk about how Niyou was making him worry and how much he felt for her, he was honest with his feelings. He liked Niyou and he was going to confess to her one of these days, he told you that. You were happy for him, for her too. It felt wrong that you had such thoughts about Akaashi, so you forced yourself to never tell a soul about these unrequited feelings.

“(Y/n)-san, Im going to confess to her,” Akaashi said with a soft smile playing on his lips, you grinned.

“You two are meant to be!” You mustered up, the words felt so wrong, it felt like venom. Each word felt opposing to you, you hated it. Your chest hurt, you started coughing, tears forcing themselves out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. It was so sudden, Akaashi was taken aback.

“(Y/n)-san, are you alright. (Y/n)-san!” By then you were unresponsive, lightheaded, numb from the pain.

You fell onto the floor as you continued your coughing fit, more and more blood coming out each cough you let out, you throat felt like they were being scratched by barb wires, you couldn’t stand it. The pain stopped and a single red rose came out, you knew you wouldn’t have any other roses anytime soon, it was over.

The now kneeling Akaashi that was next to you looked at you with bewilderment and concern, fear too. He was sorrowful, filled with regret and confusion. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile as he held onto your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone.”

There was a moment of silence before you continued, by then Akaashi was sobbing, he’d finally put two and two together. You liked him, but he was so oblivious to it.

“Akaashi, I-“ and you never got to finish what you always wanted to say.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

hello, this is your fbi agent

okay so i have no explanation for this im sorry

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ship: ralbert

genre: crack with memes

warnings: first person (????), memes, more memes, this is not related to spies, the worst crack and even worse writing, idk fam

editing: ha

words: 1099

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*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

Yes, that’s me, Albert Dasilva, sitting behind a desk, spying on someone through their phone camera for the FBI. You’re probably wondering how i ended up in this situation. Well, frankly, I am too. I always knew that I was a walking meme, but I never thought that I would actually become one.

See, I had just finished college and, like most college graduates, was looking for a job. One of my friends who asked to remain nameless *ahem* jAcK keLLy, told me to apply to work at the FBI because apparently you only need a college degree to do that. And me, being the dumbass that I am, decided to do it as a joke cause fuck it, why would they ever hire someone who had been arrested for stealing oats and cream cheese from Target when they were 14? (Alright fine, I technically wasn't arrested, the cop was clearly caffeine deprived and let us off with a warning. Although they didn't catch us the one time Jack and I stole one of the Target balls in broad fucking daylight. Wait. Forget I said that. I’m a good wholesome Christian child and have never stolen anything, anything I may or may not have told you was a blatant lie.)

Plot twist, they fucking hired me.

(Jack got a real kick out of that, believe me.)

And, as part of my intern training, I had to do only the most memey job on the whole internet:

Watch people through their phone cameras.

Yes! We actually exist! This is not just some dumb meme that the internet made up! And I would know, because the idiot I’m assigned to watch doesn’t sleep so therefore I don't sleep and I have the dark undereye circles to prove it!

God, I want a fucking nap.

But no, instead I’m watching an idiot look up fucking lazytown quotes at two in the fucking morning.

*muffled shouting* Oh, and he’s hot. Thanks for reminding me, Jack. Not like that's WHY IM WRITING THIS YOU ASSHOLE!

*deep breath* Okay, anyway. Back to the story.

Why am I doing this?

Right. Cause I hate myself, that’s why.

Anyway. The kid that I have to watch through his phone camera. His name is Race. And no, before you ask, I do not know why he goes by Race. It’s not my business. I only watch his every move on the Internet, I don't know his whole life story! What kind of organization do you think the FBI is, huh?

Just kidding, we definitely know your whole life story and its definitely recorded in three different places, one of which is a vault hidden under Argentina. But you didn't hear that from me.

*more muffled shouting*

Jack is telling me that I’m “beating around the bush too much and need to get to the point.” Fine. I know that’s what you came here for anyway.

In short, it was a stormy night and the power had gone out, but I, a dedicated FBI intern who did not want to lose my only source of income, was using my rapidly dying iPhone to watch my assigned civilian through his phone camera. That night, the man had looked especially enchanting, the light from his phone illuminating his luscious blonde curls and accentuating his deep blue eyes, making it seem as though I could drown in their-

Okay this just sounds like shitty Wattpad fanfic. Is tHAT WHAT YOU WANTED JACK?! Also I don't know what Wattpad fanfic is like because I’ve personally read any. I spy on people through their phone cameras alright, I’ve seen a whole lot of weird shit.

Essentially, what happened was I caught some feelings. And, my supervisor figured this out by reading my weekly reports and told me essentially to “tell him you like him so you can go on a date and I can reassign you so that I don't have to keep reading these lovey dovey reports because they make my brain turn to mush.”

Thanks for that Katherine. Love you too.

And now, here I am, having this fan tas tic  monologue while trying to figure out how to compose a text message.

(Before you ask how I have Race’s phone number, I work for the FBI. There’s a lot of information I have that any normal citizen would want. Like what is actually kept in Area 51 (baby iPhones), if mothman is real (he is and secretly is the president of the United States), and if Canada is real (its not). But you shouldn’t trust any of this information because I work for the FBI and I could be lying to you.)

Here’s what I have so far:

Hi Race. My name is Albert and you might not believe this but I am actually the FBI agent in your phone...yes, we exist. I’ve spent the last 5 months watching you and I think you're kinda cool and pretty cute and was wondering if you would like to meet up some time. (Also stop looking up lazy town quotes at 2 am, I now have the whole show memorized because of you.)

Overall, it’s not bad, but there’s some things that I think could be improved and- wait, Jack, nO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP GIVE THAT BACK I’M NOT FINISHED!!

*10 minutes later*

He sent it. Jack sent my fucking message before it was fuking finished and now Race isn’t going to fucking respond and I’m going to be alone forever and Katherine is going to reassign me and I’m never going to see Race’s angelic face ever again and-

Oh.

He responded?

What the hell?

Honestly, I guess I should have seen that coming. Race has no common sense.

What? I’m allowed to say that! I spend my days looking at what he googles, alright!

Anyway, I’m sure you're dying to know what he said, so here it is:

Hi Albert! You better not be trolling me because this has been the biggest and I oop moment I’ve ever had. Please tell me that you haven’t exposed my two am lazy town search sessions to the public. No one is supposed to know about that. And yes, I would love to meet up with you. Mostly to apologize for my google search history and for the memes (hehe) but also because anyone who can spy on me for 5 months without going to therapy than maybe you can actually put up with my craziness! Xx Race.

Huh.

Maybe this job isn’t so bad after all...

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Im only messing with you 😘 while im here though could i have some fic recs puh-leaaase - 🍍

Ooh honey, you have no IDEA the can of worms you just opened :D (since this list is so long I’m gonna split it up into SFW Complete, NSFW Complete, SFW Ongoing, and NSFW Ongoing)

SFW Complete:

The Invisible Girl [sonamae]: OK SO it’s Hagakure-centric, with background Hagakure x Shouji and KiriBaku. My favorite part about this is that the romance is important, but not the focus. The focus of this oneshot is on the family she creates with Bakugou, Satou, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Tokoyami. Go read it, it’s great. BIG BROTHER BAKUGOU FTW!!!!!

Ground Zero [sonamae]: Speaking of Big Brother Bakugou, this is the next oneshot in the same series as the above one, but from Bakugou’s pov. Again, the romance is important but not a focus, and that’s so fucking refreshing and I love it so mUCH idk what else to tell you. Just go read these two. The rest of the series isn’t complete, but these two specific fics ARE, hence why they’re in the Complete section.

Lighting The Beacon [M3zzaTh3M3z]: This is one of the first bnha fics I’ve ever read, and I’m so glad this was my introduction to the fandom!! It’s a pretty fluffy oneshot, starting off with Kiri asking Baku out and Baku rejecting him because “who ever heard of a gay hero?” Aizawa hears about that (the basics, no details like names or anything), and things…start to change. Mic says he’s married to a man (its Aizawa), All Might comes out as pan, ace Midnight…and at the end, Bakugou asks Kirishima out very publicly. It’s so near and dear to my heart, and it honestly deserves more attention than it gets.

You’re only relevant until you’re older (they’re gonna talk about you over and over) [futurehearts]: Pro-Heroes Red Riot and Ground Zero are happily married and Baku has a reputation to slowly destroy :D (he’s soft, mainly for his husband, and he knows it…and now so does the rest of the world lmaooo).

Love Notes [PurplePersnickety]: Kirishima gets really, REALLY sappy love notes on his desk for a week or two and works to figure out who it is (spoiler alert, it’s Bakugou being a Soft Bitch). When Kiri asks him about it, he confesses everything and they date in secret for six months before telling the whole class (oneshot).

Sonder [Maplefudge]: I bet this bitch thought she wouldn’t get a shout-out well guess what you write good and there’s nothing you can do about it This is the first work of maple’s I ever read, and it’s perf <3 I’m love. It’s a look at the “totally platonic” (how much sarcasm can I add to two words?) Kiribaku from members of the class, over the course of 13 chapters. It’s full of fluff, useless mutual pining, obliviousness, and “platonic bro kisses”. Read it if you need to scream at some useless gays.

Anger Management [Julietwasanidiot]: The entire fandom is gearing up for S4 by writing hurt/comfort KiriBaku post-raid fics, and I am HERE for it. Because of when it’s set though, there’s going to be spoilers so if you’re anime-only you migt want to steer clear of this one. It’s got an ICONIC rice-and-anger line, though.

Stupid Mistakes [lemxnfox]: Kirishima and Bakugou got in a fight! They fight a lot, but this fight they’ve been fighting for six months and the class is #OverIt. They concoct a plan to lock the two of them in a room and force them to make up– and they DO. Side ShinKami and TodoDeku.

No More Fragments [Ischemia]: Canon-compliant…to a degree. Shinsou takes his place as the Superior Purple in Class A, gets himself a boyfriend (Kaminari) and a squad (the Bakusquad)…and loses it. Or does he???? Canon-typical violence, side Kiribaku, mystery plot.

Caught In My Own Web [anxioussaliorsoldier]: SHINSOU IS IN 1-A!!!!! And he fucks up when trying to use his capture weapon lmao. Kaminari finds him and they recreate the iconic Spider-Man kiss…and then Shinsou passes out from the blood rushing to his head. It’s cute guys.

Be Selfish For Me [A_Reflective_Projection]: WARNING– the entire thing is Aizawa asking 1-A to be careful as pro heroes, by taking them to a hero graveyard. It’s painful. It’s sad (especially when Aizawa brings up a classmate of his who died in their first year as a pro). It ends bittersweet, and there’s some good Dadzawa content in there. The most present ship is Erasermic, and that only really makes an appearance in the last chapter.

Closer [MikeWritesThings]: Fluffy Erasermic, canon universe, where Aizawa starts calling in to Mic’s radio show cuz he misses him. It’s sweet af ❤️❤️

Meaningless Holiday [dysonQueer]: It’s a sweet Valentine’s Day fic, canon-compliant, with established Erasermic for the soul. I highly recommend it if you’re having a rough day and you need some feel-good fluff

Come Back Toe Me [Milligramme]: Aged-up, Pro Hero fic where Kiri has a shit day heroing, but he isn’t physically hurt. Not until he breaks his toe on the coffee table, that is. He can’t stop laughing, and Bakugou can’t stop worrying about his dumbass boyfriend.

Kiss Me Through The Screen [Ischemia]: Aged-up fic with ShinKami as the main focus and some side KiriBaku, but…uh, most of the Bakusquad aren’t full-time Heroes. Kami dropped out of UA completely, and Shinsou never went in the first place. So, Kaminari is working at Jirou’s cafe and works as a SFW camboy at night, while Shinsou is a teacher and watches the stream nightly. Later there’s a plot around a stalker, again please keep yourself safe Pineapple Anon!!

If I Don’t Act… [SilentNorth]: This is gritty and painful, but don’t worry! There’s a happy ending :D (I rarely read/write/recc pure angst, you’re safe here my child). Kiri is a college dropout working two jobs, living with Mina as his roommate, and with a hero complex the size of Texas. Enter art student Bakugou, who can save himself thank you very much. Some mention of depression/attempted suicide, as well as slightly less than canon-typical violence, please keep yourself safe and skip it if that’s going to trigger you, Pineapple Anon.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all [theroyalsavage]: A Kiribaku “10 Things I Hate About You” AU where Todoroki asks Kirishima to fake-date Bakugou so he can date Midoriya. Everything is going smoothly until Kirishima accidentally falls in love *gasp*!!

The Skeletons Inside Of Us [firelord_zutara]: Erasermic, quirkless AU where Mic was the lead singer of Aizawa’s favorite local band in college. Aizawa has a crush on him, they lost touch after college, and they didn’t meet again…until their nephews (Aizawa adopted Midoriya, Shinsou is Mic’s sister’s kid) meet and by extension, the uncles. Background ShinKami and KiriBaku, written for EraserMic week (7 chapters).

Life’s a Drag(on) [PurplePersnickety]: FANTASY AU!!! You know, the Fantasy AU from the third ending. But altered, juuuuuust slightly. Bakugou lives in(? ish) a village and helps a dragon when it’s hurt. A day or so later, a (hot) new guy comes to town named Kirishima, and the dragon keeps coming around. Shenaniganery follows. :DDD

Space Dust [PurplePersnickety]: Do you like Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly, and/or Men In Black? Then you’re gonna fuckin LOVE this :DDD It’s got half-alien Kirishima, cyborg Bakugou, mention of a larger universe outside of the planet (outside of the oneshot too, lbr). It is a oneshot though, even if it is a long one, with canon/typical violence and mention of kidnapping and child experimentation. Please put your mental health and well-being above everything else and skip it if it’s gonna trigger you!!!

Achromatopsia [PurplePersnickety]: DID SOMEBODY SAY SOULMATE AU???? No? Well hAVE ONE ANYWAY!!! Kiribaku soulmate AU (oneshot), where you only see in one color until you touch your soulmate for the first time. Fun fact, achromatopsia is the complete inability to see any color!! I’m sure that’s not gonna have any bearing on the story whatsoever…

NSFW Complete:

A Cast for your Heart [KTG]: Heads up, this is LONG. 90 chapters, 268k, it’s magic and sex and drAGONS and angst and almost-dying!! The fantasy system is completely original, set in modern times, and the OCs??? Don’t get me STARTED. Kiribaku, Tododeku, and Seromina are the bnha ships present as well as a lot of OCxOC ships. There’s also a sequel set to come out this month (July 2019)!!

Long Time Coming [Madam_Muffins]: I’ve probably recc’ed this before, but I just. I just love this one so much, ok? It’s massive Kiribaku slow burn, outlining what might happen if Bakugou is just a little bit more emotionally constipated. Baku fucks up, gets help, he and Kiri get together (and fuck a little), and there’s elements of the Reincarnation and Fantasy AUs in there towards the end!! Go read it, madammuffins is my amazing tumblr mom and I love her to bits.

SFW Ongoing:

Engraved In Your Mind [Hejter]: FACEBLIND BAKUGOU KATSUKI!!! It’s canon-compliant, except for that little detail, but she writes it so WELL that now I can’t look at canon!Bakugou without thinking that he’s faceblind. Kiri finds out and starts working to build trust with Bakugou and help him on his path to becoming the top hero, and it’s GREAT. Slowburn Kiribaku. Like,,,SLOW.

Define: Oblivious [PurplePersnickety]: I bet you thought I was done with the Purple reccs. I’m never going to be done reccing Purple. Deal with it. I mentioned, in the summary for Love Notes, that there was a six month time skip? This is what happens in those six months. SeroKami and MomoJirou are side ships in this one.

The Right Thing [TuesdayTerrible]: Established Kiribaku where they’re graduated from UA, and living together, and being pro heroes…and then one day Baku finds a little girl who tried to kill herself cuz she was quirkless. Needless to say, this strikes a chord in Bakugou (cuz…yknow, he kinda told Midoriya to kill himself in like episode one and then it was never addressed again). He can’t stop thinking about her, and while we haven’t gotten there YET it looks like it’s gonna end with him and Kirishima adopting her and Bakugou apologizing for the bullshit he put Mido through. There is mention of a suicide attempt (clearly), skip it if that’s gonna trigger you!!!

Hands Off! [PullingAllMighters]: Much like Kiss Me Through The Screen, Hands Off! is a non-canon compliant aged-up AU where not everyone is a full-time hero. Kiri is, Kami and Sero are his sidekicks, Ochako is in a different agency, and everyone else is doing Other Shit. Bakugou hasn’t revealed his full backstory yet, but it looks like he was a Pro Hero until a year or so ago when something bad happened and now he’s got PTSD. His old apartment building burned down so he’s living in Ochako, Momo, Jirou, and Mina’s guesthouse until he finds a job and another place to live. This has a fresh take on the hero system, and I really really enjoy it so far!! There is, however, a fairly detailed scene of Bakugou being triggered so if reading that would trigger you, please don’t!! Keep yourself safe, Pineapple Anon!!! Endgame Kiribaku

Blood of my Hand [PurplePersnickety]: Is it obvious yet that I LOVE purple’s writing??? This, I believe, was the gateway work, and I’ve dived headfirst in and not looked back. Fantasy AU, slowburn Kiribaku, and it’s. I can’t even sum it up. There’s too much. It’s too good. Game of Thrones WISHES it could be what BomH is. There’s mention of slavery and past child abuse, please skip that if it’s going to trigger you!!

A Boy and his Dragon [VanHan]: Oh look, another fantasy AU. Have you figured out that I have a type yet? Kiribaku but the Kiribaku hasn’t really happened yet, cuz Bakugou is a literal child who got kidnapped and is probably gonna get sold. He doesn’t even know Kirishima is Kirishima, he just knows him as the cool dragon in the cage. This one just barely makes the SFW list, because there’s no explicit mention of fucking, but there’s a really really gross pedophile that shows up fairly early on and hasn’t died yet. There’s also graphic depictions of violence in the first chapter, and once you combine those two things I would absolutely understand if you decided to give this one a pass, too.

Everglow [Maplefudge]: ANOTHER fantasy AU?!?! In MY fic recc list?? It’s more likely than you think. This one just started, and it’s got that enemies-to-lovers shit going on. Dragons plus my favorite tropes = FUCK YEAH!!!

Crimson [Crocodillia]: I bet you thought I was done with the fantasy AU reccs, didn’t you? Well, HAVE ANOTHER!!! This one has strong HTTYD vibes, and I’ve literally never seen anyone try that before with these characters!! So far there’s only two chapters, but I am HOOKED and if you like HTTYD…you’re gonna like this, too.

Becoming Human [FoolishFortuna]: Demon!Bakugou becomes Human!Bakugou when he refuses to take a kid’s soul. I think we’re three chapters in and he just got to earth and met Kirishima, as well as a few holy people (Midoriya, Ochako, Iida, and I believe Tetsu). Now he gotta find his daughter and keep her safe. Kiribaku with some fairly graphic descriptions of torture and cannibalism in the second chapter, don’t read it if that’s gonna trigger you!! Also he pretty brutally rips apart the girl’s abusive parents.

Surviving for Second Chances [SilentNorth]: TWEWY Kiribaku AU!!! There’s some differences between the original game and the fic, for pretty obvious reasons (medium, objective, and character differences being a few), but this got me to FINALLY watch a playthrough of the game cuz I’m too broke to go and buy it myself!! Kirishima as Neku and Bakugou as Joshua, plus Mina as Shiki and TodoDeku as Rhyme and Beat. Canon-typical violence, and we just finished up Week 1!!

Love And Other Allergens [thefrailtyofgenius]: A Quirkless AU where Todoroki is a lawyer with a flower shop underneath his apartment. Todo finds out he’s allergic to one of the plants, buys a different bouquet every week instead of, yknow, asking for help like a normal human being (I say, knowing damn well I’d just buy allergy medication and not even try to figure out what I’m allergic TO), and accidentally falls in love with the cute (and absolutely fucking ripped) flower boy (Midoriya lmao). It’s LONG. The TodoDeku is extremely slowburn, and there’s a fuckload of side ships. An incomplete list: Erasermic, Kiribaku, ShinIida (Shinsou and Iida), and MomoJirou. Bonus Endeavor’s Bad Parenting, Midoriya Hisashi’s Bad Parenting, and both of those assholes getting locked up forever :D (I’m so serious about the length tho, it’s like 40 chapters or something).

NSFW Ongoing:

Mixing Signals [Shippeh]: Kiribaku aged-up, but they’ve tried to date multiple times and every time Bakugou fucked it up. Every time they broke up, they pretended like they’d never tried in the first place (which…oW), but this time. THIS time, Bakugou swears he’s gonna make them work.

Heartbeat Thunder [Shippeh]: This is one of the few ABO fics I’ll recc, because it’s not just “ooh heat sex fun times”. This has THOUGHT put into it. They’re confused kids goddamnit, let them be confused!!! Basically Kiri doesn’t ever want to rut so he’s suppressing everything about being an alpha, while Bakugou thinks that trying to hide from your secondary gender is stupid. They do fuck tho, which is why the fic is in NSFW Ongoing.

Take a Chance On Me [FanficIsMyThing]: The other ABO fic I’ll happily recc. Kiri is an alpha which lets him be a hero, while Baku is an omega so he’s gotta be a vigilante until the laws get changed. They run into each other on patrol a few times, Baku helps Kiri and crew out a few times, and every time Kirishima *mysteriously* fails to catch the vigilante Chemical X. They haven’t actually fucked yet, but there’s been enough sexy times to put this squarely in NSFW territory. And it’s not just sex!! I don’t wanna spoil, but it’s good I swear.

Opposed to the Typical [Heronfem]: A model/fashion designer AU featuring HoH!Bakugou, model!Bakugou and designer!Kirishima, as well as a metric shitload of others. Basically Kiri is an intern with Fatgum who gets called to help another studio with their fitting, gets assigned to Bakugou, figures out he’s HoH and handles it like a champ. Because he does it so well, whenever Bakugou needs to get his measurements taken again, they immediately call for Kirishima. And ofc they gonna fall in love :3c But its more complicated than that, and I don’t wanna give too much away, but make sure that you pay attention to any trigger warnings at the start of the chapters!!!

[rezdogsyonder]

Need (3)

Pairing: Professor!Rogers x Reader

Summary: The professor realizes just how mich he wants you.

Warnings: stalking, mention of blood.

A/N: This part will mostly be in Steve’s point of view. Kinda. I’ve decided reader wears glasses and idk why I wrote this, this way.

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‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

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He wasn’t following you at first; he stayed back in his office for probably an hour...or three. He didn’t keep track. He needed to turn in a book, a history book for revision, and comparison. He is writing his own book, telling what actually happened while in the Howling Commandos.

By the time Steve got to the library the sun was setting, and it was a complete ghost town inside. Only spotting two people on his way to his destination. One of them being a janitor. The top floor of the library is where he needed to go, it’s where the special collection is kept. Normally these kinds of books aren’t allowed out of the library, but being older than most of the books in their library has its perks.

Putting the book back in its respective place, and about to return the checkout card, that is when I sees you once more. Hiding out in the back corner, at a table that is covered in notebooks and colorful pens and highlighters. Looking so deep in focus, biting your lip, and flipping through papers only to turn back to your notebook.

Hair tossed up in a messy bun. Glasses hanging at the end of your nose. You look at little bit more disheveled than what he remembered from a couple hours ago. White V-neck t-shirt under a navy blue cardigan. You looked beautiful.

Deciding to stay, Steve began to look through more history books, encyclopedias, and records that would help with his little project. If he was going to stay he might as well get some work done too.

He sat at a table across a very long isle from you. A seat that made sure he could still watch you, without you seeing. If he had, to he could just scoot his chair forward and he would be out of sight.

Steve is there for another 40 minutes or so before he sees her putting all of her notes away. He quickly stacked everything and put it all in his bag, then walking out before she sees him. Waiting by the entrance for you.

‘Why is she out this late? Doesn’t she know this is a dangerous city?’

Then he realized. He shouldn’t be here, he could get fired.

‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

He was going to turn back, he really was, but she just seemed so vulnerable. How far does she live? ‘I’ll just make sure she gets home safe.’ He decides, but he truly know that now he’s hooked, and he’s not going to stop.

And he didn’t. He not only followed her home but he found out what apartment she lives in. First floor, not very safe, at least the windows to her home are high. Less of a chance of robbery. He also saw her roommate, he recognized her from the coffee shop. Watching her clean up her room Steve realized something.

He’s got it bad.

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He held himself back from following her again. Not really by choice. He didn’t see her at the library again. He also avoided the cafe she works at. Not wanting himself to get too close, too fixated. It has been three weeks though, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself from you. Of all of his classes, yours was his favorite.

You have his class twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday. Both scheduled at 4:30. He has kept his distance and she has been nothing but a model student.

Steve needs a teachers assistant, and he thinks he’s already found her.

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The essays Steve had assigned are finally almost done being graded. Deciding to leave yours last. When he was done going through, your essay was nearly perfect. Maybe he was biased, but he really thought that you’re paper deserved an A.

A grade he rewarded to only six other people. He was going to write an A when an idea struck him.

He grabbed his red marker and marked the paper with a C, writing “see me after class”.

He smiled at his plan and quickly filed it into the bottom of the stack of essays to hand back as students began filing into his classroom.

It’s Thursday.

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You got to Mr.Lee’s class 15 minutes early as per usual. You like being a little bit more than punctual. This was one of your favorite classes to be in but to be honest you’d be glad when it’s over. Math made sense to you but it took work. A lot of work.

Last class, there was a test and you were dying to see how you did. Mostly because he said that this test will be just like the mid-term and a good chunk of the final. You tried really hard, going to the library more often than usual. Well, it isn’t a big accomplishment, you only go the the library once a week. For like 4 hours, but still.

You’re practically bouncing in your seat all class period, since the average score on the test for this class was 82% Mr.Lee thought that we can have a reward. It’s his top priority that his students are understanding his material, and that’s why you like this class.

We are currently watching a movie and those who wanted to leave could, but they would have to wait longer to view their score. You stayed because you worked too hard to wait any longer.

But finally the end of this class was drawing near, and Mr.Lee just checked his watch and was pulling out a big stack of papers. Trying to stay calm just in case your score was bad, and why did this class have to be so big?

He was finally get to you, and he set your packet face down on your desk. Did he put the other students tests face down? You weren’t even paying attention. Now that you have your test, you can leave the class.

Pulling out your phone you call a familiar number, “Wade?” You met him on you way to a book store last year, he actually saved you from being mugged when you thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut through a back alley.

“My common sense it tingling,” you hear him the material of his mask being moved around, “What did you do this time Y/N? Something that shows you’re intelligent I bet. That’s the main trope of your story’s character.”

“You know you don’t sense sometimes, but maybe! I took a test the other day and I’m scared to look. I was hoping a call to you would help calm my nerves.”

“Would an in person meet and greet help?”

“What do y—” you couldn’t finish your sentence before a body landed in front of you on the sidewalk. You let out a loud shriek, then you heard a voice.

“Holy fuck knuckles! That shit hurted.” And you realized who it was.

“Fuck I hate you sometimes.” You sighed.

“I’m hilarious so don’t hate. And that was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo,” he sits up at looks at you, “wanna kiss it better?” He says gesturing to his backwards foot.

You bend over and turn it back around, despite his cry of pain. Then you offer a hand so he may stand.

You looked down, “ah shit you got some blood on me.” It was only a drop, probably the size of a quarter on your white boyfriend cardigan. Wade pokes his arm and draws a smiley, using the dot on your sweater as an eye.

“Gross.” You smiled.

“Hydrogen peroxide will get that out.” You nodded and began unbuttoning it to take it off. Leaving you in your baby pink cami that was tucked into your high waisted back jeans.

“So... Wanna see my score?” You held out the packet.

“Ah... mhmm... yes.” He mumbled through his mask as he flipped through the pages. “Y/N I’m sorry to have to tell you this but it looks as thought you’ll have to drop out.”

You hit him, “Shut up, let me see.” You snatch it out of his hand before you finished your sentence. By it before you look at your score you smiled at him, “I guess your ‘inperson meet and greet’ did help.”

93%. You were struggling in that class and this will surely boost your grade back up. Squealing you jump at Wade, hugging him. He twirled you around.

“Celebratory chimichangas?” He put you back down and began walking, knowing you’d follow.

“Yeah actually I have roughly an hour and a half before my next class.” You said you you looked down at your phone. “Where should we go?”

“There’s this beautiful woman that has a restaurant somewhere that way.” Wade said point in a general direction.

You didn’t really believe him but two blocks in the direction he pointed was a small restaurant. You wouldn’t have noticed it if Wade hadn’t pointed it out. The lady that ran it was a sweet little old woman.

The food was great, and Wade was able to keep you occupied the entire time. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed before there was only 5 minutes before your next class started.

“Oh SHIT! Fuck IM LATE!” You scrambled pull out your wallet, but end up spilling everything. Wade starts to help you pick up everything that fell out, he stood up with five of your notebooks.

“I paid ahead of time. Sorry read ahead in the script. But let’s go!” He waved at the little lady behind the counter. “Goodbye, my princess.” And blows her a kiss.

“Come on we have to run, slow ass.” he starts pulling you to go faster.

“Jesus, I’ve never been late before. Oh my god.” Starting to get out of breath. About a block and a half closer.

“Really? Never would have guess that.” He says sarcastically. You two are back on campus, and you need to pass two more buildings.

“There! It’s right there,” you say running faster, you get to the front of the building. Wade hands you back your notebooks. You lean over trying to catch your breath.

“4:28. Why was it so important to be on time to this class?”

“Well turns out Mr.America is also Mr.Punctuality.”

“Cap is your teacher? I better skedaddle before he try’s to cut off another arm. Goodbye sunshine.” He taps your nose. “Boop.”

“Bye!” You waved and headed inside, going to the second to last classroom on the left.

You check the time again 4:29, you weren’t late. But it looks like the teacher is going to be. All that worrying for nothing. Not knowing that you were the reason for his tardiness.

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Mr.Rogers did show up for class but was about five minutes late. Other than that class went on like normal, you took your notes and worked. Used to the feeling of somebody staring at you, you didn’t want to know who thinking that acknowledging them will encourage them.

‘Wow she looks so adorable, pink suits her well.’ He thought as he watched her, but he began to grow angry as he realized that these boys were looking at his girl.

It was nearing the end of class, so he began passing out the essays. Saving yours for last. Today’s class was small, most students skipped his class once they realized that he wasn’t going to talk about Captain America or the avengers.

Once he got to you he placed your essay on your desk face down gently. He felt a little bad, turning around quickly so he didn’t have to see the disappointment on your face.

You forgotten about the essay, but you thought you had done well when you turned it in. You were having a good day, but this just ruined it. A big C on the corner of your paper. You felt tears beginning to well in your eyes but you blinked them away before they could fall.

You look at the clock and there is 2 minutes left, but the professor dismissed everyone already. You begin packing your stuff up, when you feel a little chilly. Sighing you pull out your cardigan and look at the smiley. Maybe you’ll call Wade again after this. You put it on hoping people will think it’s just a cute little design.

The class was now empty and you walk to the office connected to this classroom. It was more plain than you’d expect, and a lot cleaner too. Almost every other professor’s office you’d been to had been a complete mess. He was sitting behind his desk.

“You said to see you after class?” You say timidly. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk, and you take a seat.

“Yeah let me see that,” he holds out his hand and you lean forward to give him your paper, “I just needed to talk to you.” He crossed out the C and wrote an A right next to it, and stood up.

“What did you need to talk about?” You felt a little better with an improved grade, but a nervous pit in your stomach began to form. We’re you in trouble? He walked around and leaned against his desk in front of you, handing your paper back.

“I have been needing to choose a TA for the semester, and I was wondering if you would like to fill that position?”

“Oh my gosh really? I would love to! What would I need to do?”

He smiled, “Well, regular TA responsibilities like grading, tutoring or mentoring students if and when they need help, stuff like that.”

“Wow, thank you for this opportunity.” At this point you wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.

“It’s no problem. This job will suit you, I can tell.” He sighs and rubs the stubble on his face. “But, you will have to sign a few papers.” He slid walked back behind his desk and pulled a small packet out of his desk drawer. “This isn’t what you would sign with other teachers, but I’m sure you’re aware of my previous profession.” You nodded. “This is just protecting my privacy and it’s basically saying that you won’t do anything that would take away that privacy.” He slid the papers over to you, then putting a pen on top.

“Yeah, okay.” You didn’t read through it before signing, as Mr.Rogers just explained it to you. You put the pen down. “What now?”

Yes, what now? Steve thought.