#im a really awkward person i feel so it always baffles me to read i was Somewhat entertaining to watch durin streams jvleakjvlake

[todayisafridaynight]

i honestly love your streams they’re so entertaining i can’t wait for when you get back on it

AW thanks guy :] tbh i felt like a really dry and uninterestin person when i streamed so its reassurin to hear it was fun to watch when i did stream !

[daily-midori-posting]

Shadow & Claw (and why you NEED to read this book[s?])

Im gonna do a bunch of spoilers so just uhh read the book and THEN come here and read my super cool ideas please?

There are many, many reasons this book is excellent. When im reading, one of my (personal) favorite things is worldbuilding. For some reason, seeing the inner complexities of an unfamiliar but consistent world is just so fascinating for me, and Wolfe DELIVERS. The sci-fi/ fantasy fusion environment is so engrossing, and trying to reason out what Severian is actually seeing is consistently entertaining. But thats not the only reason that this book stuck with me. There are two scenes that are truly very special to me, because they feel to me so HUMAN in a way a lot of other media i interact with doesnt. And HUMAN in such a pinpoint accurate way i feel like it calls me out. I need to write this for myself, because i fear otherwise this book wont leave me. I doubt it will even if i do.

The first 100 or so pages of this book set up Severian's background and conflict. As an apprentice torturer he is assigned to care for a chatelaine, Ostensibly a form of noble women. She is sent down to the torturer's dungeon as a result of conflict between a rebel and the king, and so although she is innocent she currently sits as a pawn in said dungeon in an attempt to lure out said rebels. She believes that she will be let out when its over. Severian knows better but doesnt say. This is the conflict that comes to define Severian and the chatelaine's awkward relationship. Severian falls in love and comes to greatly value the time he spends with her, but also knows how this will end. This culminates in a scene i empathize with in a way i havnt really seen otherwise. The chatelaine is being brought to be tortured. Severian and the head torturer are to bring her up. The whole walk, Severian (or the Severian in the future writing this) thinks on how to save her from the awful fate about to befall her. Hell use his knife, hell kill his friends. hell brake her out. Itll be a rough time, but its worth it. She is put in the device. He tells her that it will kill her in 30 days. He lets her kill herself to avoid that slow creeping death. This action gets him expelled, and so in the end he still loses his friends and home. It was for nothing, and he knew that.

Severian always knew more. She may have been older, and wiser, and had more knowledge. But Severian always knew more. He knew how this was going to end. And he pariticipated in it anyways. The cognitive dissonance with the scene in which he contemplates her freedom only to kill her is an example of something i so often feel i do. Its something ive never seen put into writing well. Its beautiful.

The second scene that made me fall in love with this book is much later. And really, its two scenes but you cant have one without the other. The first is a fascinatingly surreal piece of worldbuilding, and its done very well. Severian consumes something which gives him every memory that the chatelaine he loved had. And this recreates her, in a sense. Severian gains ALL of her lived experiences, and he becomes her. We are no more than what we have lived, and so Severian is now two people, at least for a while. He describes with lurid detail how he and the chatelaine love and interact and are together, not as one mind but as two now one, and that it didnt make sense and that they didnt care. It was also beautiful. This is not the scene that stuck with me, however much i liked it. No, my favorite scene in the book comes later as a result of that. As time passes, the chatelaine's memories fade. Severian becomes Severian again, more or less. But as he sleeps in a dungeon in the palace that the chatelaine grew up in, he experiences a "state posing as sleeping". This is not a dream. The chatelaines memories are the only ones present during this time. And so she begins to wander around the palace, baffled as too where she is. She describes the environment differently, given she understands it in a way Severian does not. She looks at her hands. They are wrong. She comes to the lock and realizes shes in the dungeon (she does not call it the dungeon) when suddenly. ... Severian looks around. There is a little girl there. She asks where the women went. She tells Severian that she knew there was a women by the way she walked, which was all she could see in the dark. Severian realizes what has happened. He leaves.

I cant explain how much that scene spoke to me. It is so BRILLIANTLY crafted, this smooth transition (no pun intended) from Severian to the chatelaine's perspective is so well done, the mild confusion but not outright horror as the reality of the situation has not set in for the chatelaine, the realization and acknowledgement but no direct confirmation by Severian. her hands. She just couldnt understand what was wrong with her hands. Sometimes i wish my self to be like the chatelaine, but in know myself to be like Severian. Knowing, but never changing, never acting.

I have a lot of thinking to do. This book makes me think. And i love it

[hops-hunny]

On Your Marks, Get Set, Go!!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5k

Request: @de4d-s0up“36,38,12 for Neville!❤️ fem reader and surprise me it can be fluff or smut OH OK IM EXCITED NOW😌 CONGRATS ON 300 BABES SO PROUD OF YOU<3”

Summary: (Y/n) spends so much time in Neville’s shadow that when she’s brought to the light she suffers from some massive stage fright and forgets her lines (not literally but like this sounds clever and you’ll get it soon. Just fuckin read it, yeah?

Warnings: None! A little angst but nothing too big, just majority fluff fluff fluff!

A/N: Can I just say that I love how well these flow together?? LIKE UGH YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME SOME GOOD SHIT TO WORK WITH!! This was very fun to write so tysm!

36.Admirer

38.Caught

12.“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.”

If you were to ask (Y/n) who was the most attractive guy in the castle, she would 1000% say it was Neville Longbottom. For as long as she could remember, she was absolutely mesmerized by him and with time, he had gone from the adorable little guy she’d see in the hall into a charming young man who she could not be anywhere near. Yes he had a tendency to be a bit socially awkward sometimes but if anything, that added to his charm and if anything that made it even harder to talk to him. She didn’t want to have to face such an awkward interaction on why she was approaching him despite them not being friends nor having any classes together.

So she watched from afar, following him around the halls, sticking close to him whenever she could. It wasn’t in a creepy way however! She just found him to be beautiful and she couldn’t help herself. The more she thought about it she did sound like a stalker but that was such a strong word. And if he didn’t know of her existence could there really be any harm to what she was doing? That’s what she thought to herself as she stood behind the pillar, observing him as he conversed with his friends. Neville was currently laughing at something Dean had said as he shoved Seamus. (Y/n) couldn’t help the smile that was beginning to form at the boy’s laughter. His smile was simply contagious, a ray of sunshine indeed! She sighed to herself softly before biting the inside of her cheek.

“I wish he’d smile at me like that.” she murmured softly as to not alert them of her presence. If only she could speak, say even just one word to him. But alas, anytime she even attempted an utterance of a word her brain would short circuit and she went running the opposite way. It just wasn’t fair! She held tightly onto her books as dust fell from above her head, her (e/c) eyes growing wide as dust made its way into her nose. “O-oh no. Please, please ple-” she was cut off by the exact thing she didn’t want, a loud sneeze. She groaned, training her eyes to the ground in front of her. However if her luck wasn’t bad already a familiar pair of brown shoes stopped right in front of her. (Y/n) quickly snapped her head up looking at the boy of her affections. Neville stood in front of her, searching the pocket of vest for something until he pulled out a pale yellow handkerchief.

“You alright, love? That was some sneeze.” He said, holding out the small fabric to her as he offered her a small smile. She was stunned, Neville was talking to her. She kept her eyes locked with him with a shocked expression mouth agape. ‘Don’t just stand there!! Speak! Move! Do SOMETHING!!’. She slowly began to take small steps backwards, shaking her head ‘no’ frantically as she ran off down the hallway not even noticing she had dropped the little brown leather notebook she always kept on her. The gryfindor boy made a soft frown as he reached down, picking up the book. He flipped it open looking for a name relieved when he found a name on the inner cover. “(Y/n) (L/n), 6th year. Huh, I wonder why I’ve never seen her before?” He said to no one in particular as he walked back to Seamus and Dean who were laughing at the scene that had just played out in front of them.

“Geez Nev, we knew you were bad with women but that’s a whole new level!” Seamus choked out through laughs, reaching a freckled hand up to wipe the tears that had formed in his state of hysteria.

“Yeah seriously! What the hell did you even say?” Dean said, coming down from his laughter. Neville frowned some, shrugging his shoulders as he scratched the back of his head.

“I’ve got no clue. I saw she had sneezed and offered her my cloth and after I did that she just ran off! Is there something in my teeth? Do I smell bad?” He questioned, sniffing at his pits to check for any suspicious odor but found nothing but the smell of his body wash and deodorant. 

“No you don’t smell bad. Well no worse than usual that is.” Seamus said with a shrug. Neville rolled his eyes flicking him on the forehead with a scowl.

“You’re one to talk! Your natural scent is smoke and sweat, I don’t wanna hear it from you.” He grumbled out, shifting his eyes back to the book in his hands. The girl was clearly frightened of him, how was he supposed to get it back to her? “I just feel so bad, I don’t know what I did to make her so scared of me. I’ll wait a bit before I give it back to her.”

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And he had done just that. (Y/n) had noticed her journal was missing but didn’t think much of it. She had a habit of losing things and assumed it would get back to her in some way and plus, it wasn’t that important. It was just filled with notes and sketches of the different mushrooms she had found on the castle grounds. Whenever she had a free period or a bit of free time on her hands, one of her favorite things to do was identify rare breeds of fungi and other various plants. And although she had missed doing that, it had only been a week and it's not like she didn’t have parchment. The only thing that was frustrating about that was that parchment and scrolls lacked the same convenience that notebooks had. (she didn’t know why Hogwarts wouldn’t just get with the times. Where were they, Camelot?)However she had faith one of her friends would bring it back to her. (Y/n) didn’t have many which is why she wondered what was taking so long for the return of her notebook.

“Hey guys, have you seen my notebook? You know the little brown one I always carry?” she asked, plopping down on the old worn down couch in the (y/h/h) common room.

“Hmm, nope! Last time I saw it you were carrying it. Why? Did you lose it?” Gwen said as she continued to read her book.

“You’re so bad with keeping track of things. You’d lose your head if it wasn’t on your shoulders.” Marco said, rolling his eyes at his friend's irresponsible behavior.

“Oh come on that was ONE time! When the potion said it’d blow your head off I didn’t think it meant quite literally!” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest defensively. Her eyes lit up as she was reminded of a detail. “And besides, didn’t you drink that exact potion afterwards because you wanted to know what it felt like to have no head?”

Marco was silent, whistling as he avoided eye contact with his friend before his eyes landed on a familiar lanky brunette holding a certain little book that had been missing. “Hey, isn’t that the guy you fancy? He’s got your book!” he said, pointing in the direction in which Neville was coming from. (Y/n) gasped, gathering her stuff as she muttered something about ‘being late to class’ but right as she stood up, she was yanked back down by Gwen. “Woah, not so fast track star! How are you going to get your book if you leave?”

“Y-you can give it to me! Tell him you know me. See ya!” she said standing back up but once again, she was yanked back down. “Would you quit it?!”

“No can do buckeroo. You’ve gotta get your book back somehow. Neville’s a pretty honorable guy, I highly doubt he’s gonna give your book to some people who could possibly know you. He’d wanna give it directly to you himself.” Gwen said, still not looking up from her book. (Y/n) let out a defeated sigh. She was right. Neville is the type to make sure to get back a lost item to the person themselves to avoid any chance of them not receiving it. She knew that better than anyone.

Neville wiped his free hand on his pants leg, eliminating the thin layer of sweat that had gathered on it. He was nervous to say the least. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any female friends, it was just that the female friends he did have didn’t look at him like he was you-know-who himself. Since their last meeting, he had thought about the girl a lot. He couldn’t recall seeing her before and he wasn’t the type of person people hated without any rhyme or reason so it baffled him. Someone found him intimidating? That was a new one! Neville had taken the liberty of asking his friends what he could do to be more welcoming for people but they all just seemed to laugh in his face or scoff. 

He found the question to be an absurd one for him to be asking too but for some reason, all he wanted to do was be less scary. Less scary and more approachable to the girl so maybe, maybe he could talk to the mysterious beauty who he’d never notice. That was another thing that made him quite angry. In all his years of Hogwarts, how hadn’t he noticed such a rose in its prime? Even in her frazzled state her refinement was more than apparent. She had beautiful glowing (e/c) eyes, the cutest little nose, and two beautiful petals that were more commonly known as lips. Even now as he got closer and she had that same damn look on her face, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on and he had done a lot more than just laying his eyes on girl’s.

“I-I believe this belongs to you?” He said, holding the book out in front of her. However, all the girl did was stare up at him with wide (e/c) eyes and her pretty little lips parted in horror. The girl to her right cleared her throat, nudging her not so blasé

 in her action. (Y/n) shifted to her eyes before quickly bringing them back to Neville as she closed her mouth. “Well it’s not that I believe it belongs to you, I know it’s yours. You dropped it when you ran away from me the other day.” He said looking away as he scratched the back of his head with his hand, running his fingers through his luscious locks of brown. “Now that I think about it, that doesn’t automatically make it yours. I’m sorry for assuming! You could’ve been holding onto it for a friend or or-”

“It’s hers. Thank you Neville, that was very kind of you and I’m sure (Y/n) appreciates it. Right (Y/n)?” Gwen asked, handing her the book from the boy's hands. (Y/n) just continued to stare. No movement, no indication that she did appreciate it.

“I’ve always liked you, you just never noticed.” she said softly, continuing on with her intense gaze. Her breath hitched as her eyes almost popped out of her head, both hands flying to her mouth. Not one person spoke, all her friend’s and Neville were just as shocked as she was at the announcement. “No, no, no. Fuck!” she mumbled with a great emphasis on the last word. She quickly stood up, running away making sure to not forget her book this time. 

(Y/n) continued to whip and run through the hallway, going as fast as her legs could carry her. She paid no mind to where she was going and quite frankly she didn’t care. Anywhere far away from Neville was good enough. If him catching her behind the pillar that day was the biggest embarrassment of the year, this was the biggest embarrassment of the century. How could she speak so freely, so carelessly? All those years of sneaking around, admiring him from a far were thrown down the drain. Things would never be able to go back to how they were without him noticing her there. She slid down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest as she sobbed loudly. It didn’t matter, no one came to this hallway so she didn’t have to think about what would happen if someone heard her. She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve before glancing at the book at her side. Out of a fit of rage she picked it up, throwing it at the wall in front of her. She watched as the book fell with a thud, pages open to a random observation she had made about a spore specimen.

“I’m starting to think I’m bad luck. It appears as though anytime I’m around, you’ve got tears coming out of those pretty little eyes of yours.” Neville said softly, kneeling in front of the girl. (Y/n) brought her head up, (e/c) eyes staring into hazel ones.

“You...you think my eyes are pretty?” she questioned, tilting her head some as she sat up a bit straighter. Neville reached forward, gripping her small hand in his much larger one.

“Not just pretty, the prettiest. After I met with you that first time, I couldn’t stop thinking about them all night. Despite how horrified you looked at me, they were still the prettiest shade of (e/c) I’d ever seen.” He said, smiling softly at the girl’s flustered expression. “You know I’m a bit relieved to know that you like me.”

“R-really? Why’s that?” (Y/n) questioned, gripping his hand back as he helped pull her off the ground.

“Because, that means you don’t think of me as some scary monster! I was beginning to grow quite worried, y’know?” He said, chuckling a bit. (Y/n) gasped, smacking him on the shoulder a bit.

“Hey! I was not that bad….was I?” she asked, looking into his eyes. Neville bit his lip, looking away from her. “Oh come on! Can you blame me though? I’ve had a crush on you since we were on the train to Hogwarts for the first time. I remember I was so angry that I wasn’t the one who found Trevor for you.” she said, clinging onto his arm a bit. Neville looked a bit shocked at that revelation. Most girls didn’t pay him much attention till around 5th year, had she really liked him for that long?

“Does that mean that this,” he leaned down, pecking her on the lips before pulling away, “Was your first kiss?” He asked. (Y/n) had that same expression she had during the encounter a bit ago however this time, something was a bit different. She gripped his shirt before bringing his lips back down to hers kissing him with feverish intensity. Neville let out a small moan, gripping at her waist tightly as he pinned her against the wall causing her feet to dangle in the air.

(Y/n) was right on something, things would never be the same. But sometimes change was good. That was proven to her as Neville had his tongue down her throat.

[himbowelsh]

7 from the kiss prompts with runner/chuckler pls xx

sha-la-la-la my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy  💋 (accepting!) 7.  routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

Vera doesn’t quite understand what Hoosier means, when he opens the door to them in the middle of Sid Phillips’s already bustling house party, and declares, “Finally! Someone to tell me I’m not crazy.”

“Got the wrong guy for that, buddy. Unless you ask real nicely,” Bob declares, patting Hoosier on the shoulder as he steps inside. 

Hoosier shrugs him off with a grunt, hardly sparing his friend a glance. “What makes you think I’m talking to you?” He looks offended at the idea. Instead, his sharp gaze is fixed solely on Vera, drawing her inside before she even has a chance to say hello. “You. Somebody with actual eyes in their head. Thank fuck you’re here, cause I can’t take another second of this.”

“Hello to you too, Bill,” she remarks fondly, shrugging her coat off and handing it off to her waiting boyfriend. Bob smirks over his shoulder as he abandons Vera to Hoosier Smith’s mercy; Vera, quite content to be abandoned, just smiles back. She enjoys Hoosier, for all his idiosyncrasies. He’s coarse and forthright, says exactly what he means… and always smiles like he’s got a secret, and sharing it with you is an act of remarkable magnanimity. Vera loves to be in on those secrets, passed so sparingly from Hoosier’s lips to whoever he chooses to honor. She loves figuring them out. She loves figuring him out�� —  sometimes thinks she’s almost got it.

“Look,” he declares without preamble, keeping one firm hand in the center of Vera’s back to guide her through the crowd. Though a little baffled, Vera is nonetheless intrigued. She follows, waving at a few faces she recognizes, flashing grins of greeting that Hoosier doesn’t acknowledge at all. It’s a full house tonight, the crowd swarming through Sid’s downstairs parlor and dispersing amidst his family’s substantial living rooms. The upstairs is blocked off out of common decency… but no doubt, a few couples will find a way to sneak up there, trusting the Phillipses to have guest bedrooms to spare. No doubt Bob will want to give it a try… and, at some point, Vera might even agree.

For now, though, she could do with a drink. Relief ripples through her as they step into Sid’s kitchen — a picture of modernity, marble floors and countertops highlighting the latest microwave model his father’s been able to afford. A few kids have taken advantage of the chic coffee maker; a few others have scattered ice chips and rock salt, dissected lime slices forgotten on the counter. If there was a bartender, he’s gone. It’s every man for himself, and the drinks are flowing.

Hoosier sets her up very strategically near the doorway, in a perfect vantage spot to survey the room. “Wait here,” he declares, adjusting her shoulders at an angle.

“Rum and cranberry juice,” Vera informs him, like reading off a price tag.

Hoosier smirks. “Lady with taste.”

As he goes, her eyes follow himself across the kitchen. It occurs to her, not for the first time, that Hoosier is blunt to a fault; it wouldn’t kill him to elaborate a little more, especially when he wants something. Vera’s got no clue what she’s supposed to be looking at, or for. as her eyes drift from Hoosier to scan the kitchen, she finds herself at more of a loss.

There’s Stella, perched atop the counter with her legs crossed, steadied by a young man with both hands on her hips; if they twitch too far sideways, the drinks forgotten beside them will spill everywhere, but neither one looks concerned. Sid’s red headed friend Eugene is frowning at his highball like he doesn’t know what to do with it. A harassed-looking Jay is trying to pour out a plate of chips and salsa, but people passing by keep stealing them as quickly as he can lay the snacks out. Standing behind the island, which doubles as a bar, Chuckler and Runner have set up and are taking orders.

Vera catches Chuckler’s eye. Immediately, he breaks into a grin, calling out a greeting to her. She waves back, perching on her toes to be seen over the crowd. God knows this dress looks great on her — Bob stared for a solid minute, before declaring turquoise was suddenly his new favorite color — but the matching flats do nothing for her height. Chuckler’s tall enough that he can be spotted anywhere.

Hoosier makes it to the bar just in time; Chuckler has already nudged Runner, and they ignore their friend in favor of calling out to her. “Hey, Vera!” Runner says, voice carrying easily over the music and chattering crowd. “Who’s entertaining you over there?”

“You guys, as always.” Hoosier looks supremely put-out, which is Vera’s cue to leave her assigned spot. She joins Hoosier’s side, laying a fond hand on his arm while bracing herself against the bar. “Bill’s my date for tonight. I lost Bob somewhere on the walk in.”

“His loss, not yours.” Runner is already mixing up her drink order, movements deft and confident. “Anything you feel like, tonight — Sid’s given me official bartender status, cause I’m the only one who knows how to make a decent screwball ‘round here.”

Chuckler puffs up with pride. “I’m helping.”

“Help,” Runner scoffs, shaking a steel thermos violently. “That’s one word for it. You see what he did over there? You see that?”

Vera has, in fact, seen the mess left on the counter. Her lips purse in sympathy.

“Do you know how dangerous cutting lines can be?” demands Chuckler, defensive on principle. “The juice squirts. It’s like acid.”

“Don’t say you got it in your eyes —“ He leans in, proving exactly that, in more explicit detail than Vera would like. Her frown turns into an full-on grimace. “Ooh, Lew.”

Runner sets two drinks in front of them, sliding a whiskey towards Hoosier and Vera’s crimson concoction, adorned with one of the lethal limes, her way. “Ahh, he’s fine,” he declares, smacking Chuckler in the center of his broad chest. “Look at ‘im — healthy as ever.”

And that’s when it happens. Vera’s not sure what she was expecting, really, when Hoosier demanded she look — but Runner’s hand lingers where it struck Chuckler’s chest, and almost on reflex Chuckler turns into him. Just like that, they kiss. The peck on the side of Chuckler’s mouth is so deft, so effortless, that if she weren’t looking right at them she might think she imagined things.

Neither of them bat an eye; they just go right back to what they were doing, Runner mixing and Chuckler setting out glasses, like it’s any other day.

Hoosier pinches her hard underneath the bar top.

With no one else reacting, Vera finds herself at a loss. A few seconds pass, threatening a silence bound to be awkward, before she summons her most charming grin and swipes her drink off the bar. “Alright, you guys,” she says lightly. “We’d better go track down Bob.”

“Save the poor bastard whose ears he's talking off,” Hoosier adds, deadpan.

“A rescue mission. Right.” Vera claps his arm, subtly towing him away. “We’ll see you around… keep up the good work!”

Chuckler and Runner have other customers, and more orders to fill. They just wave, Chuckler sending Vera another bright smile, as their friends go on their way.

To his credit, Hoosier waits until they’re out of the kitchen to shoot the elephant in the room. “You saw it, right? You saw that shit.”

“I saw it.” She doesn’t know what else to say. Her head is still kind of spinning from it. Eager for a distraction, Vera takes a sip of her drink. Her eyes widen— possibly larger than at the moment her two friends smooched. “Oh my god, this is actually amazing. Why is this — he actually knows what he’s doing.”

“First time in his life.” Hoosier still clutches his rum; the expression on his face makes it clear he’d have preferred the whole bottle. “They been doing that all night. All week. It’s been going on for fuckin’ weeks.” He rounds on her, and for the first time, Vera sees desperation in his eyes. The worst part is, she gets it. “And every time I bring it up to your boyfriend, he looks at me like I going the crazy. Can’t decide if he’s blind or I’m stupid, but they’re definitely…”

“Dating,” Vera decodes promptly.

“You think?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I…” Hoosier blinks, mirroring Vera’s baffled expression, with twice the consternation thrown into the mix. “Well, how the fuck do I know? I’m not dating either of ‘em, I dunno what they’re like.”

“The kissing speaks for itself, Bill,” says Vera, gently, feeling like she’s telling a child their goldfish has died. 

A familiar voice from behind them cuts through the awkward atmosphere like a hot butter knife. “Kissing?” Bob echoes, sidling up behind Vera just to wrap an arm around her waist. She leans into him, because he likes to show off in public, and went through the trouble of wearing her favorite cologne tonight. When she turns her head to greet him, he��s grinning, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Don’t tell me you went off and had fun without me?”

Hoosier must be relieved for the distraction. He smirks. “A lot more fun without you.”

“Bill unhooked the bra on his first try,” Vera adds brightly.

Bob clicks his tongue, looking between his best friend and girlfriend in a terrible impression of abject betrayal. “Showing me up, huh? I thought we were friends.” Sensibly, he doesn’t give Hoosier the chance to reply. Instead, he scans the crowd around them, eyes narrowing. “You guys seen the terrible two around here?”

“Just left them tending bar in the kitchen,” Hoosier replies; as quickly as it vanished, that same harassed look floods back over his face. “They’re doing it again.”

“What?” 

“Don’t give me that. Vera saw it too.”

“Saw what?” Bob demands, innocent as a Catholic schoolgirl. When he looks toward Vera — honest-to-god question plain on his face — she stares at him for a moment before shaking her head.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Noticed what?” Bob demands, voice rising an octave as he darts between Vera and Hoosier. When Vera rounds on the only other sane person here, expression demanding an explanation, Hoosier just shakes his head. I told him, the mile-long look in his eyes declares. I told him more than once.

If he really hasn’t noticed, there’s no choice. They’ve got to show him. With a nod of agreement, the two set their conspiracy into motion. Hoosier seizes Bob’s arm, tugging him through the crowd, while at his side Vera encourages in the gentlest, completely non-pushing way possible. Bob lets out a squawk of protest, because he was just talking to someone else with an interest in the French and Indian War, he could introduce them — but Hoosier isn’t having it.

“Leave me to deal with it on my own, then tell me you didn’t notice… shitty eyesight, piece-of-shit observation skills for a goddamn journalist — quit dragging your toes, Leckie, and get in here.”

They come to a stop in the doorway, roughly where Hoosier left Vera ten minutes ago. She settles her hand on his shoulder and declares, “Wait.”

“Wait — for what? I’m not even allowed a drink?”

“Shut your mouth and open your eyes,” Hoosier hisses.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes — that’s the incredible part. They don’t have to observe any longer than it takes for Vera to finish her drink until, out of nowhere, Chuckler proves their point again. This time, he catches Runner with a kiss as he’s squeezing by to serve a drink on the other side of the bar. Runner doesn’t even acknowledge it, save for the ghost of a smile flickering across his lips. When they maneuver past each other again, Runner squeezes behind, and his hand goes somewhere that makes Chuckler jump.

“Yeah,” Vera affirms, nodding to herself. “Definitely dating.”

“Nah,” replies Hoosier. “My money’s on fucking. They don’t have the emotional intelligence.”

“What am I looking at?” asks Bob.

They both turn on him, baffled.

“You didn’t,” Vera says — then stops, takes a deep breath, and tries again. “You didn’t see them do that?”

“You didn’t see ‘em do it last week in the diner? Or the other night, in the back of your car? Or on my goddamn couch?” At Bob’s blank stare, Hoosier slowly leans in, seizing him by the arm with a calm fierceness almost guaranteed to bruise. “They’ve been doing it for the last few weeks. Everywhere.”

“It’s almost cute,” Vera muses. “They make it seem easy. Bob, you’ve never kissed me like that.”

“Like what?” Bob exclaims.

“Really?” says Hoosier. “He ain’t ever kissed you like muscle memory?”

Vera regards her boyfriend for a long moment. Bob shifts under her gaze, helpless and inflamed at some offense he wasn’t even aware of making. His ignorance is his one saving grace — Bob Leckie has never played dumb in his life, so genuinely missing what’s right in front of him is the more likely bet. It’s all a matter of perception, Vera supposes. You see what you want to see.

Or, in poor Hoosier’s case, what you don’t.

“Don’t worry,” Hoosier declares, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I’m sure if you ask nice, those two’ll be happy to give you pointers.”

“Pointers for what?” Bob demands, two seconds away from choking on his own bafflement.

There’s no point telling him. He’ll have to figure it out on his own eventually… and until then, Hoosier will have to put up with fifth wheeling between Bob and Vera, and whatever’s going on behind the bar. Runner’s shoulder bumps against Chuckler’s own, casually affectionate, and it takes all of Vera’s self-control not to, “aww,” out loud.

Maybe soon her boyfriend will be as quick on the uptake as those two are with their kisses.

[somefandomimagines]

can i get a male haikyuu matchup? (she/her) im 5’6, awkward, sarcastic, and clumsy. mostly quiet but can b talkative. in my free time i like to bake sweets or read romcom🥺 lazy and procrastinates a lot. relaxing at home is a big thing for me. i stay up late most nights bc of my insomnia, (ALWAYS tired) im very oblivious with flirting, i dont like clingy ppl or PDA. loudness 24/7 is a turnoff for me too. im african american with 4c hair and glasses. thanks, i hope to see more of your writings💓

My first matchup!!! :0 This really makes me happy!! Here’s who I ship you with.. I ship you with... TSUKISHIMA KEI! - Insomnia? He has you covered. He probably has it himself sometimes so he’d probably know how to help! - Sarcasm? YES PLEASE - He finds it funny when you’re sarcastic - You don’t like loud people? Well this man is hella quiet - Being home and relaxing? Tsukki loves that too! - At home his sarcasm turns into playful teasing - He’s not clingy or totally touchy, but if you wanna cuddle he’ll cuddle - Baking? He would LOVE that - Make him some strawberry shortcake and he’ll be putty in your hands - He’ll tease you a bit about the romcom, but he reads them too - Glasses? Nothing wrong with them! He thinks they fit you! - Procastinating? He’ll make sure you’re able to get done what is needed - Also, this man DEFINITELY supports BLM! - He finds you absolutely stunning btw - He just won’t say it directly - Feeling awkward in a situation? If he’s there, he’ll fix it - Fix it as in probably make the situation worse, but not awkward anymore - Sometimes you guys will have late nights of reading together - He’s not clingy, but he’ll make sure you can remember that he loves you - Also I think he’d like your hair :) - He’ll definitely tease you about being shorter than him - But he finds your height cute - He finds you cute and stunning in general - Like how can someone be beautiful and cute at the same time? You managed to baffle him when you guys met - Your first date? Baking and reading at home - Maybe a movie or two - You get hurt while being clumsy? He’ll tease you a bit while he fixes you up <3 - You can tell that he teases the things he loves about you the most - But what he truly loves the most? Your personality - You are you, and you’re perfect to him - Also you should look forward to hanging out with Tsukki and Tadashi at the same time, it’ll be really fun

[tiffersthenerdyficrecs]

BakuDeku Lemon Fics

(*) Indicates my most suggested read.

Blinding Brilliance by SecretKiwi

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Dry Humping, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Awkward First Times, Praise Kink, top!Midoriya, bottom!Bakugou, Post kacchan vs deku Summary: The fact that Katsuki could even think Izuku looked down on him was mind-blowing. Baffling. He’s only ever looked to Katsuki with stars in his eyes; with a wide-eyed fascination that could only be rivaled by All Might himself. “Y-you thought of me that way…?” Izuku’s voice is soft, unsure, and honestly? Hurt. He couldn’t see how his constant commendation and devotion could ever be seen as something negative. _ Deku and Kacchan work out their feelings towards each other, and Izuku proves to him that his admiration was always sincere.

Orange Lace by Devasta

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou KatsukiMidoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Anal Plug, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Praise Kink Summary: He'd pressed it in with wet noises and his lips brushing Izuku's ear, promising a good, hard fuck if his kitten kept it in the entire time. Katsuki definitely isn't a liar.

Sucker Punch by guess ill die (richkid_asshole)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll, Porn With Plot, Finger Sucking, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, katsuki's in a band, izuku is bad at being spontanious, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Dirty Talk, writing these tags is more embarrassing than writing the fic itself wow, spot the life is strange reference lol, momo and kyouka are together but they're barely there so im not gonna tag their ship Summary: Izuku never did anything without a plan, without forethought, without looking into every possible outcome and weighing the pros and cons of each. But something about Katsuki made him want to be impulsive.

To Break Down His Walls by Alistairz

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters:Bakugou Katsuki,Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: bakudeku, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Senior year, blowjob, handjob, makeout, Anal Sex, Anal, Rimming, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Accidental Stimulation, Romance, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Oneshot, Piercings Summary: A warm and breezy night as spring fades into summer, Bakugou Katsuki and Izuku Midoriya spend their evening together laughing away their worries playing their favorite childhood video games. (Innocent enough, right?) But things take an unexpected turn when a daydreaming Izuku reaches for a bottle of soda, and their lives are forever changed.

Give Me Strength by CounterKnight291543

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Smut, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Praise Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bakugo likes to feel superior, Midoriya just wants to make him feel good, References to Canon, But UA is more of a university, Aged-Up Character(s), i'm sorry for this sin Summary: Seeing how much Midoriya has grown is making Bakugo feel weak. Thankfully, his childhood friend is on hand to change that.

Be Good by Whinyskeleton

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: BDSM, Edgeplay, Vibrators, Dom!Izuku, Light Bondage, Tears, good ones though, Finger Sucking, Praise Kink, Lingerie, whats the tag for being stepped on, basically katsuki gets wrecked, OOC Summary: Katsuki was naked except for the leather collar on his neck and the ropes on his arms, binding them behind his back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, Izuku between his legs, rubbing his hands up and down Katsuki's thighs reassuringly. His hands were warm, strong, confident. He slowly grabbed a bottle of oil off the bed and began rubbing it over Katsuki's chest while whispering into his ear. "Are you going to be good for me today?"

Soft Spots by Saysi(Lots of chapters)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Character: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Blowjobs, handjobs, lots of porn, Lots of plot, Making Out, Masturbation, Anal, D/s undertones, Long, Canon Universe, Possessive Bakugou Katsuki, Because some people misunderstood this is NOT set in first year Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou don't have the best of relationships - except when they find themselves alone. Bakugou quickly finds himself developing a soft spot for the nerd.

Stopping All Stations by glamour_weeb

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Exhibitionism, Rape Fantasy, Public Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Established Relationship, Crossdressing, Rape Roleplay, Anal Sex Summary: Izuku begs Katsuki to roleplay as a pervert that feels him up on the train. Katsuki only agrees if Izuku wears a slutty school girl uniform. They both get a little bit too into it.

Shelter in the Storm by baku_bean

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Established Relationship, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Snowed In, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Riding Summary: After his first plans for Katsuki's birthday fall through, Izuku surprised him with something else. When THAT goes awry and he tries to blame himself, Katsuki reminds him of what was really important from the start.

Body Talk by erza_mikazuki

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Clubbing, night club, Strangers to Lovers, Love at First Sight, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Love Hotels, First Meetings, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Flirting, Porn With Plot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Izuku Midoriya loves letting lose on the weekends. Dancing the night away at the night clubs with friends and drinking. Izuku is a tactile person. He gets high off of attraction & flirtations acted out via body language. That raw desire for close physicality; no words exchanged. Letting the body handling unspoken words. It was just another night out with friends; until he locks eyes with crimson red eyes that seem to want to eat him whole. The attraction between them is instantaneous; drawn to one another like magnets. Izuku just wants to dance with him.

Sweet Nothings by LoveOn_970

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Light BDSM, Fluff and Smut, Marriage, Body Worship, Anal Sex, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Top Midoriya Izuku, Power Bottom Bakugou Katsuki Summary: Katsuki would never admit it aloud. He thought his husband was strong, of course. Being Number One does that to a man. But... he would do anything for Deku. Anything.

Safe Haven Massage by SurelyHeavenWaits *

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Massage Therapist Midoriya Izuku, Massage, Aged-Up Character(s), Smut Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari have been badgering Katsuki for weeks to accept this gift certificate to their favorite massage parlor until Katsuki finally and grudgingly accepts, despite his suspicions. Which is how he finds himself here, naked as the day he was born and getting rubbed down by a man with the voice of an angel.

You Wonderful Motherfuckers by BeyondPhantomhive

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Pranks and Practical Jokes, Fluff and Crack, Smut, Dirty Thoughts, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Gift Fic, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:In which the Bakusquad unwittingly get Bakugou and Midoriya together through a series of pranks.

Party Wall by TheBadIdeaBears

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Meet-Cute Neighbors, Masturbation, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Mutual Masturbation, through a wall, it's a weird arrangement, like Pyramus and Thisbe but with masturbation, there's a reference no one will get, Misunderstandings, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wall Sex Summary: Izuku moves to a new building and half of his stuff is missing. Thankfully he has a hot new neighbour he can ask for help.

TGIF by Tokiji(Part 1 of the Tickets Straight to Hell series)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: mentions of tododeku, mentions of todobaku, College AU, Party, Aged-Up Characters, No quirks Au, Drinking, Penetrative Sex, Rough Sex, Lord help these dorks, Mentions of Kirimina, Mentions of Kamijirou, Dirty Talk, Sex Jokes Summary: “If tonight was a one-time thing, I get it. But, I dunno, you look decent enough to hang out with, so.” “How flattering.” The arms around him tightened ever so slightly. “I don't… Um.” Deku leaned back until they sunk into the couch together, like a small escape from the world spinning around them, and whispered against his lips, “I really, really don't want this to be a one-night stand.” Katsuki hummed and bumped their noses together. “Do you think we have a chance?” “At this?” Katsuki waved a hand at the non-existent space between them. “I… honestly don't know.”

A Million Answers by Tokiji(Part 2 of the Tickets Straight to Hell series)

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Side Kirishima Eijirou/Ashido Mina Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Shindou You, Jirou Kyouka Additional Tags: No quirks Au, College AU, Fluff, heavy smut, Angst, Why do all of my fics have angst, Semi-Public Sex, Established Relationship, see you all in hell Summary: “Oh?” Katsuki grinned, a mixture of disbelief and bewilderment. “And how the fuck do I look at you, Deku?” “Like I’m the dumbest, shittiest, dorkiest nerd on the planet.” Deku laughed. “And like I’m… Like I’m worth the world.” “And a shirt.” “Yes. The world and a shirt.”

Go Hard by hottamale

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Aged Up, 17/18 - Freeform, technically underage i guess, Sneaking Out, Anal Sex, 69, Power Bottom Midoriya Izuku, late night adventures, Car Sex, Blow Job, eating ass Summary: They always say being a teenager is the time to make stupid decisions, but no one talks about the laughs and good times that go hand in hand with them. With the cool metal of his dad's car keys resting heavy in his hand, Katsuki is more focused on that dumb, bright smile and shitty green hair than the possible consequences of their actions.

rabid. by SageMasterofSass

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta Additional Tags: Smut, this is rly just porn yall theres a plot but it ain't much lmao, Werewolf!Katsuki, Knotting, Biting, Drooling, Xenophilia, as in Katsuki is shifted but aint an actual wolf, Cum Inflation, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, as always in my fics izuku has a size kink, and also as per usual katsuki has a filthy mouth, Dirty Talk, Size Kink, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, knotting dildo, it doesn't get used tho, why use a toy when u can have a real dick? :) Summary: “Does this mean someone wants to fuck Bakugou?” Kaminari asks curiously. “I think it’s the other way around,” Mina says with a grin, and throws Katsuki a wink when he glares at her. “Obviously someone wants his giant werewolf co-” “Hey!” Katsuki snaps, cutting her off. “Knock it off, I’m not fucking anyone!” Famous last words.

Online: Grind Zero by chocolatechipplague *

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Endeavor (mentioned) Additional Tags: Camboy Bakugou, Makeup Guru Bakugou, Prohero Deku, Makeup Sex Test, lipstick stains, Blowjobs, Rimming, Sex, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Messy, Endeavor_Sucks, BOTTOM BAKUGOu, top midoriya, Aged Up, NSFW, Sex Toys, Cock Ring, Plugs, hint of fluff, Grind Zero, Quirkless Bakugou Katsuki Summary: "Listen, you want your eyeliner sharp enough to fucking kill a man and there's no fucking point going out if your highlight ain't poppin’," Grind Zero commented as he brushed powder across his cheekbones, adding a soft shimmer to his face. He looked into the mirror and pushed his lips into a pout, just to see how it would look before dragging his brush through the powder again, a little more to the top of his cheekbones for the dramatics. He reached for his eyeliner pencil and pointed it to the camera. He pushed his lips into a pout just for the effect before lining the dramatic wings he wanted to create on his eyes over top the smoky eyeshadow he had finished a few minutes prior. "If you're not thinking about murder as you strut in the club, just go the fuck home, Becky. You're embarrassing yourself." Katsuki bakugou is Japan's most loved camboy, taking a focus on makeup and testing its durability with help from his boyfriend prohero Deku, not that Grind Zero's fans would know that little detail.

Caught Up by Mikacrispy *(2nd in the 'Get On My Level' series. Can be read as a standalone. I do suggest reading both because quality.)

Rating: Explicit Categories: F/M, M/M Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Age Difference, Aged-Up Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, not slow burn, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Can't Catch a Break, Smut, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia) Summary: Midoriya Izuku returns home after living three years away from the country to become the best hero he can... But it is not just his fighting style that improved, the young man now is handsome, assertive and very straightforward. Bakugou Katsuki was not ready for it. (This work is sequel to my other fic Get On My Level, but it can be read on its own.)

Stupid Twink Finds Another Way to Pay Horny Mechanic by decadentbynature

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Some Kind of AU idk, Extremely Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, mechanic Bakugo Katsuki, Dirty Talk, Short One Shot, Drabble, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Kissing, Rough Oral Sex Summary: Izuku gets a flat tire and being unprepared for such an event, is forced to call for a tow truck. One arrives, being driven by an aggressive, loudmouthed mechanic who introduces himself as Bakugo. Everything is going smoothly...up until Bakugo asks for payment and Izuku realizes that he doesn't have his wallet. That's alright, though, Bakugo has another way for him to pay.

Addiction by MiraChaDoodles

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Porn Star Midoriya Izuku, Denial of Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Getting Together, Eventual Happy Ending Summary: An abundance of freckles smatters his sun-tanned cheeks, and dark green waves curl around his face. But Katsuki gets hung up at his eyes. They’re huge and green, innocent and filled with tears, just li— Wait. Holy shit. Is that... Deku? --- Or... the first time that Katsuki gets off to a porno, Deku turns out to be the star.

Side by Side by Mikacrispy

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Original Character(s), Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia) Summary: Series of oneshots where we see moments of the lives of Katsuki and Izuku now that they are side by side.

Sequel to Caught Up.

Secret Touch by OneDayShipping *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Underage Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: hinted non-con, mentions of wet dreams, language because bakugou, Masturbation, my own breed of crack psychiatry, loads of assumptions and BS on my part, Minor Original Character(s), some other characters from the series are scattered throughout, Hand Jobs, Coming In Pants, blowing loads on shirts Summary: Quirk Discovery AU. Quirks manifest up until the age of four. After no quirk seemed to manifest within him, Midoriya went about his frantic studies of heroes, meeting All Might, receiving One For All and attending UA. However, this seemingly quirkless teen is about to discover that he had a quirk after all.

oak tree by crunchrapsupreme *(Author says they intend to finish this fic this year.)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Top Midoriya Izuku, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Choking, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Alcohol, Alternate Universe - College/University, college party, midoriya has big hands and bakugou has a tiny waist, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Recreational Drug Use, Riding Summary: Bakugou's words die in his throat as he glances into the archway of the living room to see a small crowd of people surrounding a guy with unruly green hair. His back is towards him, so Bakugou can’t see his face, but Bakugou's eyes widen as he sees the dude actually lift a girl up in the air over his head, then back down, and then up again - and it’s then Bakugou realizes the dude is legit bench pressing a fucking person. "Yeah, I'm gonna ride that," Bakugou says.

The Benefits Between Us by dat_heichou *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Future Fic, proheroes au, Aged-Up Character(s), they're 24/25 in this, Friends With Benefits, Mild Sexual Content, Sexual Humor, Canon-Typical Violence, hurt/comfort elements, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Emotional Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, side ships include iichako kirikami miritama, references manga spoilers in the plot, Alcohol Summary: It was never meant to be a serious suggestion. But of course, Deku has always been someone to rise up to Katsuki’s challenges. It’s both his best and worst feature, after all. In which the Wonder Duo agrees to release the stress of being pro-heroes together and discover that sometimes being friends-with-benefits can mean being better friends.

Crybaby by lalazee(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Smut, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Power Play, Romance, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Drama, Childhood Friends, Alternate Universe - Different High School, Shiketsu High School Students, Phone Sex Operator Bakugou, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Stitches, Semi-Public Sex, Character Study Summary: That awkward moment when you have phone sex with your childhood best friend and neither of you realize who is on the other end. A love story.

[agentbarton12]

Sticky Business

AN: and here we have it folks! ive been putting off posting this cause im lAzY but i finally did. most of the chapters are already done so updates will vary. this is a post homecoming fic btw

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CHAPTER ONE

Ah, New York. A beautiful place, truly it is. Amidst all the commotion and flying aliens and mutants, I always manage to find some sense of calm. Be it the rhythm of the car horns beeping, or the occasional yelling of an angry passer-by, there was always something to be seen, to be captured, which is why I found myself situated on the roof of our apartment building, against my mother’s wishes.

I am not a rebellious child, truly I’m not. But when I believe strongly in my opinion and a figure of authority happens to contradict said opinion, you best be sure that I am going to stand for my beliefs. If it means a few days of detention, I couldn’t care less. I actually don’t care. I have never been to detention — well I have never been sent to detention, but I make my occasional visits to the hollowed out and depressing classroom — and I know that it is because my teachers are afraid that I will say something about the social injustice of how I am not allowed express my opinions without getting reprimanded because it does not conform to the way they want me to think. Or something like that.

So, there I was, sitting on the roof of our janky old apartment building, sketching the dumb corner that blocked me from seeing anything. Even at this height, I was never able to see around or over that dumb corner. It’s not like I was expecting something to pop and surprise me, I lived in a pretty boring part of Queens, so I wasn’t looking for anything.

But then a man swinging through the alley caught my attention. Sounds went through my ears and a yelp of confusion caused me to lean forward a bit. Just slightly.

That’s when a flash of blue and red swung by me but came to a halt mid-swing and let of his webbing. Spider-Man. Queens very own vigilante.

He stopped short and stared at me on the roof. So, I guess I must’ve looked suspicious sitting on the railing of a roof with nothing but a notebook and pencil. I understand why anyone would be worried that I might do something irrational while I was up there. It made sense. But he just stood there on the ground without saying anything. I pretended to ignore him, and I continued sketching.

“You okay up there, Miss?” he asked tilting his head up to me.

I wasn’t expecting him to say anything. I thought he was just going to stand there until he made sure I was okay and then move on. No such luck.

“Yep. Just sketching,” I said back to him. I kind of shouted, but not really because I did not want to attract the attention of my mother.

He looked confused and glanced around him, looking for something. “What exactly has caught your attention?’

I snorted. He wasn’t wrong. There was absolutely nothing interesting to capture here. Where I was, it was just garbage can after garbage can. But there was something there. I just seemed to be the only one who could see it. “This is New York, Spidey! There’s inspiration everywhere.” And that was true.

I think he chuckled, I was too high up to really hear. “And what inspires — ”

“My purse!” a voice shrieked from somewhere nearby. Spider-Man held up a finger to indicate that he’ll be back and swung into action.

I craned my neck and watched as he disappeared around the corner. Once he was out of my sight, I went back to my sketch. My legs were dangling aimlessly over the railing and the sense of fear wasn’t kicking in. I guess it was because I wasn’t worried about falling because I’ve done this before.

Spider-Man came swinging back a few moments later. He stopped in the same place as before and gave me what I assumed was an apologetic look. I couldn’t tell with the mask and everything.

“I’m back.”

“So, you are.”

“Sorry about that,” he said, and I shrugged nonchalantly in response. He looked up for a moment, not at me, but he seemed to be thought. He snapped his finger like he got the answer to a question he had been stuck on. “I just remembered what we were talking about.”

I looked at him blankly. I was not looking to continue the conversation. I just wanted to sketch my corner in peace.

When I didn’t respond, he spoke again, “I believe I was asking what inspired you about an — ”

“ — MICHELLE!” Dang it. I visibly tensed up as my name sounded throughout the apartment.

My mother’s angry voice scared me enough to send me toppling over the railing and landing on the floor of the roof. No sound escaped my lips, I made sure of it. I silently cursed and got up. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

“MICHELLE! I swear if you are on that roof again!” My mother yelled from the terrace of our apartment. I knew she couldn’t see me, but it felt like she could, so I quickly and quietly slipped through the door and started heading down the stairs. I stopped for a moment when I heard my mother yelp.

“Spider-Man? What are you doing here?” she asked. Good question. Why was he still there?

My mother never gave him time to answer though, she just ploughed on with the questions. “Are you here to help Miss Crux? Did she misplace her keys again? Poor soul, she loses them almost every day.”

“Oh no. I was just passing through. But if you could be so kind and check on her for me, that would be great.”

“Sure...um, okay.”

I thought the conversation was over, so I continued down the stairs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, you wouldn’t have happened to see my daughter up on the roof? Dark, curly hair, brown skin? Nose in a book?”

I froze in my step. If Spider-Man rats me out, I’ll be grounded for a week. (Not like I have anywhere to go, it’s just the thought that is chilling.)

I waited for the blow to come, but it never did. Instead I heard him say, “Oh no, I haven’t. Sorry.”

I let out a sigh of relief and ran down the stairs quickly. I jumped the last few and ran to our apartment.

“Michelle!” my mom screamed. “I want you here right now. Miche — ”

I opened the door and was in the kitchen before my mother got back from the terrace. “I’m here. Relax.”

She gave me her don’t mess with me look. “Where were you?”

I shrugged. “I was visiting Mr Torres downstairs because I know how lonely he gets during the afternoons and I thought he could use some help. It has been a while since we visited him, y’know,” I lied partly. We really hadn’t seen him in a couple of months.

My mother thought for a while then let out a sigh. “Sorry,” she said. “I thought you were on the roof.”

“When I know you don’t want me there? I would never.” I said with mock shock.

She rolled her eyes at me. I could tell she believed me. She wouldn’t have apologised otherwise.

“You need to tell me when you leave, Michelle. Tehy could be watching and they might see you and—”

“—I know, Mom. I know. Stop worrying, no one saw me.” Except Spider-Man, I thought to myself. Speaking of which…

I leaned over the kitchen counter and put my bag on the table. “Who were you talking to?” I asked, acting oblivious.

She looked hummed in confusion. “What?”

“On my way up, I thought I heard you talking to someone. Who was it?”

“Oh, no one.” She tried to brush it off, but I’m better at that than she is. I gave her a look that showed I was not buying any of it. She sighed in defeat. “I was just talking to Spider-Man.”

I snorted. Staying in character. “Eww. You were flirting with Spider-Man? You do realise that he could be a seventy-year-old under there, right?”

She rolled her eyes at me again. “It wasn’t flirting, it was just friendly conversation.”

I scrunched my nose in distaste and rolled my eyes, moving into an upright position. “Still gross.”

As if something occurred to her, she moved to her room and came back with her bag. “You reminded me. I need to check on someone.”

She gave me a kiss before leaving the apartment. I had a feeling she was going to see Miss Crux. Look at her, being a good citizen, listening to Spider-Man. Good for her. (That was sarcasm, in case you didn’t notice.)

I grabbed myself a slice of bread and buttered it. I poured some juice and grabbed the jam from the fridge. I ate in silence.

I was surprised when my mother agreed to check on Miss Crux. She’s never been one to…follow authority. I had assumed she was just saying she would do it but was actually going to lounge on the sofa with a cup of coffee. But when she actually walked out of the apartment and sounds of high-pitched laughter came from Miss Crux’s apartment next door, I was completely baffled as to why my mom did it.

I’m not saying she’s a bad person, she’s not, but she’s not the best in the world. She’s done some things and I think she feels bad about them, I don’t know seeing as she never talks about them. She’s moved on, I guess, from that life. I wouldn’t know. I can only hope that she has.

I cleared away everything I had used and washed my dishes. Even though my mom was feeling like the Good Samaritan today, didn’t mean that she won’t lash out on me as soon as she finds dirty dishes in the sink.

Once all that was done, I decided that I was going to visit Mr Torres — for real this time.

I stepped out and locked the door, slipping the key in my back pocket. I knew my mom had a spare and I just hoped that she hadn’t left it in the apartment. I shrugged the thought off and continued down the stairs.

Mr Torres lives in the apartment below ours and there was a time when my mom and I would constantly visit him, but when time and reality kicked us both in the butt, majority of the things we did together came to a halt.

Was this halt sudden? No, it wasn’t. Was it expected? After a while, yes. There was a time when I stopped inviting my mom to school stuff because I knew she wouldn’t be able to make it. She stopped inviting me to Take Your Kid to Work Day, because I always had homework to do or a book to read or something else. It never occurred to me that maybe we were just avoiding each other. Avoiding the awkward and emotional conversation that would leave us both bawling our eyes out.

We’ve never been those to wear our emotions proud for everyone to see — it’s one of the things we have in common — which is why I think we’ve been avoiding the conversation. It would lead to us openly discussing our feelings. Eww.

I didn’t realise that I had reached Mr Torres’ door. I shook myself off. I raised my hand to knocked on the door but stopped midway. I wasn’t afraid of him. I just didn’t know how he would act, you know having someone be there then disappear without so much as a warning and then poof! magically reappear. It made me feel like dirt.

When I finally knocked on the door, and heard a faint, “Who is it?” I took a deep breath in.

“It’s Michelle. Michelle Jones? Jo’s daughter. I stay upstairs and — ”

The door opened. In all my rambling, I didn’t notice the shuffling going on, on the other side of the door. Mr Torres greeted me with a smile and I gave him a lame one in return — tight-lipped, slightly forced and lopsided — noting that he probably didn’t notice it.

His smile never faltered, even as he ushered me in, even though I knew my way around, I allowed him to lead me. He gestured for me to sit down in the general direction of the chairs. I didn’t sit. I watched as he felt his way around looking for his arm chair, and only sat myself when I knew he was seated. I sat down.

He looked over to where he thought I was, and I shifted in my seat a little just to be in his line of vision. “It’s so good to see you again.”

That stung. I’m not sure if he was saying it out of habit or if he was making a joke or if he thought I forgot about his condition, that made me stiffen and suck in a breath. He must’ve noticed, because he let out a hearty chuckle and tapped his belly. “Only playing, Michelle.”

I nodded knowing full well he couldn’t see me.

Mr Torres was blind. Or visually impaired if you want to beat around the bush. I don’t know for how long, I never asked him. Thought that would be personal and emotional and…feelings. I assume he wasn’t born blind, because he seems to have memorized the layout of his apartment pretty well, seeing as he can get around without a cane.

“Can I help you with something, Michelle?”

It just then dawned on me how quiet I was being. Usually when I initiate a conversation, I know exactly what I want to talk about and I steer the conversation in that direction. But coming down here had been a spur of the moment decision. I had no time to think of what I would say, or do once I got here, and Mr Torres’ unintentional guilt tripping wasn’t making it any easier for me.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “I-uh…I just wanted to talk. It’s been a while and I thought we could catch up.”

His eyes lit up (if that’s even possible) and he gave me an infectious smile. I smiled back even though he couldn’t see it. “I’d like that.”

And so, we talked. He told me about his nieces and nephews, about this lady who visits almost every week to check up on him. About everything I missed out on. And I told him about AcaDec, about how I was named captain and how I might have friends.

He never once asks about why my mom and I stopped visiting and I’m very glad for it because I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. He seemed to understand because anytime the conversation was headed in that direction, he subtly steered it away. I guess he knew that I’d talk to him about it when I was ready to.

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[flanelltees]

hey writer side of tumbler can you please critique this i need help bc it reads weird to me. its a section of a rough draft so keep that in mind. feel free to comment directly on the post or send me an IM or inbox msg. 

it is billy/steve from stranger tings

Eight beers in for the both of them, and they were falling into each other’s orbits over and over until meaningless teasing morphed into an interrogation. Steve’s whole face was warm, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol, or Billy prying deeper and deeper into his personal life with each new question he posed.

“So you are a queer?” 

Steve lunged forward to clap a hand over Billy’s mouth, eyebrows furrowed with all the control over his face he had left. 

“Alright, watch your fucking language, Hargrove. I don’t—” he cut himself off to rummage around in his brain for some dodgy answer that sounded even a little resolute. His train of thought was interrupted when Billy wrestled his hand away and gave him a full-bodied shove into the wall nearest the two of them. 

God, Steve should just stop trying to brute-force things with this guy. He kept coming out on the bottom. 

His head was swimming from the shove, but despite it practically knocking a few brain cells out of commission, the heat in his face persisted as Billy’s question remained hanging in the air. Steve pressed his palms against his eyes, thinking momentarily about one of the little shits, Will. Steve wanted to do right by him, if what Henderson said about which... team he played for was true. But admitting the truth to yourself had to be a little different when you hadn’t really known it for sure until you were nineteen years old and absolutely plastered, right? 

“I—” 

“And you wouldn’t have anything against fucking me?” 

Steve held a hand up, but all he could say was to stop being so fucking crude. 

“Listen, I-” 

“I told you what I’d do for you, Harrington. Nobody’s around. And I wouldn’t pussy out of this.”

It was baffling how quick Steve was losing his resolve. He pressed out a sigh.  

“... I—… just... didn’t think... you’d be part of this… equation.” 

Truthfully, confronting himself about the feelings that, in vague iterations, rolled in and out of his conscious, wasn’t something Steve was planning on involving Billy in. 

The two had been a very loose definition of friends for most of the summer, being in silent agreement that it was nothing too meaningful or involved, and that they would treat their routine converging as a means for neutral territory. Just somebody to talk to.

They were both nearly braindead from the monotony of their jobs, Steve had a big empty house and a lot of free beer, and the rest was practically history. And that should’ve been the end of it, if Steve had the goddamn foresight to know that Billy Hargrove would never make a good companion to somebody he just got done hating. 

So, of course, Billy was just being fucking Billy, wedging himself into Steve’s business at the first sign of an open door. And Steve had always been a painfully emotional guy.

If Steve wasn’t sure he had been trapped between Billy and the wall before, he was sure of it now. Billy was stepping closer, crowding him flat against the cool plaster until the only way out was the way he got in.

 With what defensive instinct he had left, Steve clumsily searched for cracks in the facade. If he caught one, it was for a split second and it made him falter, in an unrefined hesitance flashing across Billy’s expression. 

Steve wasn’t gonna fuck Billy, he firmly reassured himself. Billy wasn’t gonna fuck Steve either. Steve just didn’t have enough restraint left to stop mirroring the way Billy was starting to look at him. His stomach swooped but he didn’t feel anything coming up, so it had to have been his glance at Billy’s mouth coming closer, and the fact that Steve couldn’t find it in himself to want to draw away. 

If Steve was being honest, Billy was by no means a sight for sore eyes. When their lips finally touched, for a second the kiss wouldn’t have been half-bad. If only the entire situation hadn’t been riddled with a whole shitload of new rules Steve had no idea how to navigate. 

While Steve’s brain tried to logically supply that this kiss shouldn’t be any different from the dozens of others that came before, it also made his hands clammy and awkward in their approach at what to do with themselves. The heaviness from the alcohol didn’t do much for how ungracefully he decided to take Billy’s face into his hands. 

He was starting to really feel the ruthless hammer of his heart against his chest.  

When Billy began to tilt his head into the kiss, Steve felt his hands slip underneath his jacket, finding his hips. They rested there for a few moments, before Billy gave Steve a squeeze. At the movement, Steve flinched, then broke the contact with a jerk. 

“Okay, time. Just to put it out there, there’s a whole fuckload of—of emotional, internalized bullshit I’ve got running laps in my head right now. I mean, I—” he paused to briefly run his thumbs against the grain of Billy’s stubble. “I’ve never made out with a mustache before. It’s like I’m shooting at half-court with a fucking blind fold on—” 

“If you could make up your mind we might actually get to making out tonight, Harrington,” Billy cut in. 

“Look,” he said, releasing his grip on Steve, then taking a step back, netting Steve’s full attention. He watched as Billy went and pressed himself against the wall alongside him, the gesture seeming to spell out his surrender of control. But when Steve assumed he’d stand in front of Billy then, positioning himself across the way, Hargrove’s blue eyes had leveled on his. His pupils were blown wide open. They were gushing something balmy and fierce.

 It took the wetness right out of Steve’s mouth. 

“Are you in, or are you out?” 

All of a sudden this new formation they were in was falling a little more comfortably within Steve’s range. Didn’t Billy know how to get what he wanted.  

Steve’s hands found purchase on Billy’s waist, his stomach starting to churn. Billy’s middle was solid and thick, and filled out the whole palm of each hand. Steve pressed his fingers into corded meat through thin fabric, and oh man. He was starting to think Billy was a lot smarter than he gave him credit for. Something nameless flickered to life below Steve’s skin when he leaned over to find his way to Billy’s lips. 

Steve hadn’t ever felt the type of deep upheaval Billy started to kick up on the inside of him before. Billy met Steve’s parted lips with an open mouth, and it made Steve’s whole head red and heavy when Billy started working into it like he was born to kiss that good. The way Billy flexed his jaw made every little bit about his tongue and lips so much more stupefying. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut.

It was so, god damn hot in there, Steve thought. He figured that it had always been, all of Billy, his inside, his outside, but Steve never believed he’d ever touch it like this. Never really wanted to, that is, until he got the chance. All at once, the searing heat of him made Steve want to bask in it. 

Steve nearly tipped over as he started to get caught up in chasing after that mouth. His breath came out of his nose in short puffs when Billy started to pull on him, with his teeth then with his tongue. Steve licked back in answer, his jaw falling open wider to touch and slide more of his own tongue into Billy’s mouth. He turned his head down when Billy leaned back from him, breath ragged. 

Steve dove into Billy’s neck, sucking feverish kisses along the length of it. Sweat mixed with spit and Steve never remembered it tasting so good. When it felt like he couldn’t hold on to enough of him anymore, Steve dragged Billy closer to him by his middle to press their bodies flush and push his flattened hands into the dip in Billy’s lower back, then up to grope at the other hard muscles flexing under his skin.

[chocafe]

for you — bang yedam

summary: by mistake, you took yedam’s notebook that just so happens to be filled with songs written about you. genre: fluff pairing: shy!yedam x reader request: “can you do a fluffy yedam scenario? about songwritings and stuff, i would love it :') thank u so much, i love your writing a lot! <3 oh and the yedam scenario can be a bullet scn please? thank uuuu <33″ a/n: i based this scenario off of a prompt i found on google, which was, “i’m not stalking you, exactly, it’s just that you accidentally put my notebook in your bag and i’m waiting for a good moment to steal it back before you see my doodles in it.” instead, i replaced doodles with the songs yedam has wrote. i apologize for any mistakes you may find in this since i didn’t proofread this!

if someone was to ask you if you knew yedam, then you would respond back with, “yes, i do.”

you know yedam, but that’s as merely as it gets

you didn’t know much about yedam

and despite you two sitting next to each other in class

the most you two have ever said to each other were “did you do the homework?”, “how did you get that answer?”, and possibly other quotes similar to this as it all only revolves around school

once the school bell rang throughout the campus, dismissing everyone from class, you always found yourself rushing yourself to put all of your belongings back into your backpack

you didn’t want to spend a single extra second in this cold building

i can relate

on the other hand, yedam tends to take his time

he has a more calmer state and doesn’t mind spending a few extra minutes at school

as you scrambled yourself and your belongings, yedam stood there completely frozen like a stone, not knowing what to do in that very second

right in front of yedam’s eyes, he caught you mistakenly grabbing a hold of his notebook as you placed it into your backpack

after safety putting everything in, you quickly zipped up your backpack and walked right out of the classroom

you have had confused yedam’s notebook as yours because you both had similar notebooks and it was also slightly hovering over on your side of the desk

idk about you guys but i get slightly annoyed when the person next to me has their stuff on my desk like even if its just a little bit im like hhhhhh

when yedam finally comprehended what had just happened, a small little “uh, wait.” fell out of his mouth

but it sure wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it as you have already left

“what am i going to do?” yedam asked himself as his palms became clammy

if there was anything in the world that yedam didn’t want to happen

then it would be you to read his notebook

he immediately grabs his backpack and runs outside the building, attempting to follow you in this panic state

yedam continued to follow you, from a distance, down the sidewalk as you casually made your way home

at first, he wanted to approach you and tell you what actually happened, but he’s waaaay too embarrassed to possibly start a conversation with you

he can’t even imagine a conversation happening between you two because he views it as something just “out of this world”

“should i just secretly open their backpack and steal back my notebook?” yedam quietly says to himself, tapping his index finger on the tip of his chin

“no, that’s stealing.” he shook his head. “actually, it wouldn’t be because it’s my notebook after all.”

as he was trying to decide how he should exactly approach you, he didn’t realize that he has been following after your footsteps for approximately ten minutes

suddenly, you stopped walking and began to shout out “whoever you are, i know you’re following me.”

yedam pauses and contemplates whether or not he should run back home

he’s definitely not a stalker!!! but come on, yedam, you are following someone and that’s the same action as a stalker

you reach into your backpack and pull out mysterious object as you spun around “I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY, SO BACK OFF.”

[birds] caw... caw... caw...

this is absolutely awkward

you found yourself standing and pointing your pepper spray at yedam, who was just as baffled as you

“yedam?” at the speed of light, you moved your hands and pepper spray behind your back as you start to chuckle to cover up what just occurred. “i’m sorry. let’s pretend that didn’t happen, alright?”

“o-okay.”

the two of you stood in front of one another

both of you were waiting for the other say something, but not a single word was coming out of either of your guys mouths

“the thing is—” yedam tries his best to spark up his previous thoughts, but he was unexpectedly cut off by you as you tried to speak at the same time

“are you also walking home?” a sudden shock was sent through yedam’s nerve system as you spoke up

“i’m sorry!” you apologize for cutting him off. “what was it that you were going to say?”

yedam’s mind: hmmmmm to awkwardly tell them that i was going to steal my notebook back from them? or to lie and say that my house is this way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

who knew that lying would be this easy?

“it’s nothing.” yedam brought his hand up to shyly rub his nape. “yeah, i’m also on my way home. i live just down the street.” he pointed down the pathway, releasing a chuckle to hide the uneasiness in his voice

“i didn’t know that you lived down here too! i thought i was the only one in the whole school who lived over here.” your voice raised up a pitch as you were completely thrilled to know that someone lives nearby you. “well, since we’re in this situation, should we continue to walk home together?”

“s-sure.” yedam stutters, walking a few steps closer to you

the two of you began walking beside with one another

it was a pretty silent trip, but you decided that it was time to break the silence

“yedam, you’re alright with me walking with you, right?”

yedam brought his head up, since he was originally staring at the ground, and raised an eyebrow. “of course. why wouldn’t i be?”

“i don’t know.” you slightly tilted your head before continuing on. “i just had a feeling that you didn’t like me since we never talk in class, despite us sitting next to each other.”

him?? not liking you???

sweetie, it’s the other way around

ᴬᴬᴬᴬᴴᴴᴴᴴ yedam wanted to scream

but right now isn’t the appropriate time to do so

“n-no, that’s not it!” he began to wave his hands back and forth in the air. “it’s just hard for me to talk sometimes. please, don’t misunderstand.”

your lips crept into a soft smile because you were so relieved to find out that he doesn’t hate you as you originally thought. “that makes me feel so much more better.”

yedam saw your smile and he could’ve swore he forgot how to breathe for a second

since it was 100% clear that yedam didn’t dislike you, you couldn’t help, but to ask him so much questions regarding about him

you wanted to get to know him, not as the boy who sits next to you in class

but as bang yedam, the individual human being who you were so curious about

maybe you didn’t notice this

but the two of you were walking in a much slower pace than usual

perhaps, you both wanted this conversation to last forever

as the time pasts by and the conversation between you two continued

you both come across a convenience store

“hey,” you say as you lightly pulled on yedam’s uniform sleeve. “let’s go inside here. i’ll buy you whatever you want!”

“i’m okay, really!”

as the two of you enter the convenience store, you push yedam into an aisle and declare “go pick out something. i won’t take no for an answer!”

he complies to your wish and walks over to the back freezers and picks out a can of iced coffee

“coffee? at a time like this?” you suddenly ask into yedam’s ears, causing him to startling jump. “do you need to stay up late or?”

“yeah, i think tonight is going to be a restless night for me, so i might as well get this.” he says as you both make your way towards the cash register

“what are you going to do? stay up all night long by just staring at the wall?” you jokingly comment, placing a bag of chips and soda onto the counter as yedam does the same with his iced coffee

yedam begins to laugh alongside with you. “i’m probably going to write some songs.”

you mouth falls wide open as you gasp. “you write songs? you should write a song about me!” you playfully nudge him in the arm. “i’m just kidding.”

before yedam could say anything in response, the cashier cuts him off, “the total is $5.25.”

as you pull out your wallet, yedam slams the exact total onto the counter, grabs his drink and proceeds to walk out of the store

“hey!” you scream out loud as you retrieve your snacks. “i said that i was going to pay.”

“my treat?”

“fine, but just so you know, i’m paying next time.” you stubbornly say. “should we get going?”

“my house is actually this way.” yedam points towards the opposite way from your direction

his house isnt actually that way but its now the nearest way he can take to get back home bc he lied to you and said he lived in the area when really he lives on the other side

“ah, i see.” you bring your hand up to cheerfully wave him goodbye. “i’ll see you tomorrow then! (✿◠‿◠)”

yedam did the same in return and mimicked your wave goodbye, smiling at you one last time before he walked down the pathway

the two of you were now out of one another’s eye sight

while yedam was walking back home, he suddenly stopped himself, squatted down and covered his face with the palm of his hands as he screamed out into the void,

“I FORGOT MY NOTEBOOK”

“oh my god.” you stood in front of your bed, wondering why you had two of the same notebook

one of the notebooks must be yours, but who’s notebook was the other way?

was it yoonbin’s?

no, you remembered he didn’t have anything with him when you saw him during lunch

was it keita’s?

it can’t be because all of keita’s notebooks were all neon pink

you opened the mystical notebook and found ‘bang yedam’ written on the very first page

you fell directly onto your knees and clenched tightly onto yedam’s notebook. “right when i thought things were going well- he’s going to accuse me of stealing his notebook and hate me foR THE REST OF HIS LIFE”

for some reason, you were so curious as to what yedam has in his notebook

did he use his notebook for notes just like you?

or did he use it for something completely different?

curiosity was running through your head and eventually took over you

if yedam is going to hate you in the future then might as well snoop into his notebook since ur already losing ya’know

when you opened his notebook, you found that each page was filled with endless writings

you came to a conclusion that they were all self composed song lyrics, made by the one and only bang yedam, since he did mention that he likes writing songs on his free time

as you read each page, you became totally immersed in the whole thing as you viewed each of his lyrics as brilliant

in no time

you found a page where the title had your name written on top

“huh?” you blurted out when your eyes laid upon your name written in yedam’s handwriting. “is this about me?”

you had discovered that yedam had wrote a song about you

the following song described the wall between you two, that yedam wished he had the power to take down, but simply doesn’t, so he’ll just continue to admire you from afar

tldr: it’s a song about him having a crush on you

“does??? yedam??? have a crush??? on me???”

of course you dense egg head

your heart began to pound, but you decided that it was time for you to end this spying as you close his notebook and store it back into your backpack

you had felt like you were invading his privacy and inner thoughts

but at the same time

you actually quite enjoyed it

the very next day, yedam and you were both uneasy, due to different reasons

you were afraid that yedam would hate you and accuse you of stealing (when really you accidentally grabbed it by mistake)

on the other hand, yedam was afraid that you read his song dedicated to you (revealing his hidden crush for you)

when you arrived to class, you quietly sat in your seat and slid yedam’s notebook towards his side of the desk

the first thing that escaped your mouth was, “i’m sorry.”

yedam’s hands became unsteady as he gulped in excessive saliva. “did you happen to read it?” he confusingly asks, grabbing a hold of his notebook

“yeah, i’m sorry.” you repeat yourself, not adding anything more into your sentence

this was it

yedam had thought you were saying sorry because this was your way of politely rejecting him

but actually ! ! !

you were apologizing because you were truly sorry for taking and reading his prized possession

“i see.” yedam mutters underneath his breath, avoiding your eye contact

he didn’t have the guts to even breathe in the same air as you

“yedam,” you follow up, closing the space in between you two as you scoot your seat closer to him. “are you free this saturday?”

[randomslasher]

Hello there! Is it okay if I ask for advice? I am starting school in about a week, in a completely new town, and I know no one. Do you have any advice for making new friends? Im a sophomore in high school. I love your blog, and feel free not to answer this if you do not want toom

hi there! 

Ooh man yeah new school is kinda spooky. As for advice, I don’t have a whole lot, because I’ve always been excellent at making acquaintances but not as great at making close friends. But the one thing that I tend to find works well is to just be friendly? Sometimes making other people feel comfortable around you is the best way to make friends with them. 

So okay here’s a few anecdotes maybe I can explain this way: 

When I was in college I worked in the campus writing center. After one year, the director changed from a few professors in the English department to this new guy who was actually in the theater department. None of us knew him, but we had a meeting the first day the center was going to be open for the semester, and we were going to meet him there. 

I got to the building where the center was, saw a couple of my fellow tutors sitting in the hall outside the center, and said, “Oh, is it locked?” They shrugged, but unwilling to just sit in the hall if I didn’t have to, I pushed the door to the center. It swung open so I said, “Oh cool,it’s open, guys!” 

Well...turns out the reason they weren’t going in was the new director was in there and they were either nervous or shy to meet him? But I’m kind of oblivious to that sort of thing so I just walked in, saw him, said hi, and walked over to shake his hand. Later, during the meeting, he was saying how he knew it was nerve-wracking to have a new person in charge and that he understood why everyone was hovering outside instead of coming in at first--well, except for me. Everyone kind of laughed, and I just grinned and shrugged because that’s how I am. 

Another story: English 101 my freshman year. We get to class on the first day and no one really knows anyone else, but the professor isn’t there yet, so I just start talking to the class and introducing myself and asking about other people. We get a conversation going. 

10 minutes later the professor walked in and started talking about how it was good to see we were talking. Apparently that was a social experiment he did with every new class: he’d wait to see if anyone would break the ice. He said it baffled him how many people didn’t--how they’d just sit in silence and wait until someone else did it for them. He asked who got the conversation started this time and everyone indicated me. When he asked why I’d decided to start talking I said, “Because it was quiet and I like talking.” And everyone laughed. 

Here’s the twist of this story, though: I wasn’t always like that. In elementary school I was the suuuuper shy kid who sat in the back of every class. I had virtually no friends. I was awkward and unpopular. I wore sweatpants to school until well into 4th grade. I was painfully shy. 

Around 5th grade, I read something about “fake it until you make it” and decided I was going to do that. I was going to be outgoing and not shy. 

Obviously the change didn’t happen overnight. But I started pretending I wasn’t shy (I was always VERY good at pretend), and slowly but surely, it kind of came true? By the time I was in 8th grade I had a group of friends. And by the time I graduated high school, I learned--somewhat to my surprise--that I was popular. When people talked about how awful high school was, I genuinely didn’t understand, because while I’d never been with the ‘in crowd,’ no one was ever mean to me--not since around 5th grade or so. No one seemed to mind my company. 

I don’t know exactly what my point here is, other than to tell you that while I never got popular-popular, I was accepted in almost every circle, and I think the bottom line was that I liked everyone. I was always happy to see people. I made sure I made them feel liked. And I acted like a friend toward them. You’ll be surprised how quickly people will gravitate toward someone who makes them feel unconditionally liked and accepted. 

So to make friends, be a friend. And to be a friend, just be friendly! It’s not going to work with everyone, of course, but I find it works with a vast majority of people. And you can decide how close you want to be with the people you get to know--like I said,I don’t have many super close friends--but I can move in and out of most social circles in my life without too much difficulty, because I’m reasonably liked by most of them. 

Except my mom. Still haven’t cracked that one. 

Good luck at your new school!!! Just remember: be a friend and you’ll find friends! 

[chimswae]

Chapter 4

Untold: Tale of a Luminary

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3,733

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 4: So blunt you can smoke my truth

It was barely 24 hours since she last saw Jimin, and Yeoul could not lie to herself how much she missed his warm presence already. To be able to meet Jimin yesterday was already felt too good to be true. On positive side, she could tell how happy Minyeol was and now he had something to boast with his friends. Poor boy, Yeoul had no one to blame but herself for all the misfortune that her kid had to experience at this age. She took a last glance of her look from the mirror and exited her room with a smile.

“Morning Yeoul” she was welcome with Taehwan handsome face who was busy shredding the chicken meat with his bare hand for Minyeol. If anyone witnessed this scene right now, people would say they were a happy family.

“Why I am not surprised you are here” Yeoul shook her head took and went to Minyeol “Good morning mommy’s handsome son, how are you feeling?” she planted a soft kiss at the side of his head.

Minyeol looked up with a cute grin “morning morning my beautiful mommy. Minyeol is in a good mood today and is very happy” he giggled. Taehwan gave them a look while raising his eyebrows, he felt left out.

“Now, what are you both not telling me? This is unfair.” he turned to squish Minyeol cheeks together “Tell uncle why are you so giddy today?”the younger boy squirmed with a slight pout while shaking his head frantically.

“Mommy and I went to meet daddy yesterday” he exclaimed. Upon hearing that Taehwan’s face felt with as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt something hard tugging his heart drowning him in.

Yeoul noticed the change in his expression and immediately blurted out “We went to Bangtan fansign yesterday” she took a seat across them avoiding his hard gaze. She knew he would be upset if Taehwan found out she went to Seoul by her own without him. His natural protective instinct sometimes was too much but she understood it was for her own good.

“And..?Did you see him?” Taehwan cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness. He was jealous, hell yeah. Why wouldn’t he? The girl that he loved went to see the daddy of her son, of course all the negative thoughts rushed in one go.

“Yes..” she hummed softly. At this rate she had no idea why she must be afraid of telling Taehwan the truth. She owed him nothing and it was pretty clear there was still boundary between them. He was just a friend for now.

His breath hitched as he never took his eyes off her, examining her expression “How does it feel?” he inquired.

“Weird. But I miss him” she had to be honest in any kind of conversation that she had now with Taehwan. It was the truth, her heart yearned for Jimin god knows for years. Indeed, after years being away from each other, her heart bloomed again. Her love for Jimin never faded.

Minyeol who was so indulged in his breakfast paid no attention on any of the adults at the table. He might be a smart kid and he literally understood the details of their conversation yet Minyeol learned manners at school, to never butt in when adults were having a tense  conversation.

Taehwan let out a soft sigh “That was too risky for you to go there with Minyeol. What if the fans or press found out he is his son. You will be doomed” he stroked Minyeol’s hair softly. He grew attached to the younger boy ever since he befriended Yeoul. Ever since then, his only concerned was to protect both Yeoul and Minyeol. After he discovered Jimin was the father, he grew anxious for no reason mainly due to the fact he was an idol. Things had never been good every time idols caught up in a romance. It ended badly because of the pressure from society especially their fans.

“I know and I cant lie to my own kid all the time Taehwan. Sooner or later I have to bring him to meet his own father right? He is just a kid. I made him suffer enough without the love that he deserved from his own dad” she eyed Taehwan as Yeoul tried not to break down in front of him. That was the last thing she hoped.

“So does he know about Minyeol?” he whispered under his breath careful not to sound too clear as they did not want the younger boy knew the truth just yet. He would be upset.

Yeoul bit her lower lips while shook her head slowly “I cant imagine if he knows the truth, that is crazy” he leaned over and caressed her hands. She liked how much this guy cared for her and Minyeol therefore she was trying hard to return the feelings but it was not easy to erase Jimin.

“I will be here for you, so don’t worry Yeoul-ah” his smile was sweet and it warmth her heart. One day, she wished miracle happened and by that time she would return all the kindness that he gave her.

“Mommy there is a note come out from this album” Minyeol skipped happily to her side with a small pink note in his hand. Both of them were too engrossed in their conversation so they had no idea when the younger boy left the table. And, he was definitively hugging Bangtan’s album closed to his chest. That kid never let go the albums ever since yesterday, it touche her heart. Yeoul took the note from Minyeol with a genuine smile.

‘Jimin?’ she flinched in her seat

Taehwan blinked with baffled look but his attention was back on Minyeol “Tae ahjussi, send me to school now. I don’t want to be late” he was playing with Taehwan’s fingers while puckering his lips cutely.

“Alright class president, go get your bag. I will walk you to school” he ruffled his hair with a chuckle. As much as he hated to admit this but Minyeol really resembled Jimin. From his facial feature to his personality, it was like a reflection of Park Jimin. Taehwan was not a fan of idol groups but he usually ended up watching Bangtan’s reality show with Minyeol. He could not stop examining every little detail that Jimin portrayed on screen with little Minyeol.

Like father like son.

“Im ready” Minyeol was already at the door step.

“Alright calm down class president, give your mommy a kiss before head out” Taehwan ordered. He was natural with kid and it made him almost like a real father to Minyeol. The younger boy ran to Yeoul’s arm with a giddy smile. He really was way too hyper since yesterday, guess meeting Jimin was not bad at all.

“Good bye mom, see you later” Yeoul squished him close and gave a light peck on his lips.

“Be a good boy, don’t annoy Taehwan ahjussi”she warned as the younger boy nodded with a salute. He then returned to the front door putting his shoes on.

“Aw, don’t I deserve a kiss too” he joked while patting his lips with fingers. Taehwan puckered his lips leaning close to Yeoul causing the girl to blush in her spot.

Yeoul palmed his face and shoved him back lightly “In your dream” she rolled her eyes getting used to his attempt to swoon her.

“IM HURT NA YEOUL! So harsh..” he groaned in frustration but Taehwan immediately pulled her into a tight embrace which startled Yeoul. She hated how he always made her feel so weak whenever with him.

“Dinner tonight?I don’t take no as an answer. I will pick you up from work” he whispered. She frowned knowing how persistent Taehwan could be sometimes.

“Great, where is my right to answer you. Fine do as you wish Lee Taehwan like I can stop you” he let out a soft chuckle and released her from his embrace.

“See you tonight” Taehwan left a soft kiss on her cheeks before catching up on Minyeol. She was crimson red every time he did these little things for her, though it was not the first time he practically made a physical contact with her. Yeoul wanted to crawl under her bed so badly, she really sucked in sorting her own feelings.

Lee Taehwan.. and Park Jimin.

She almost forgotten about the notes in her hand. Yeoul recognized the handwriting, it was Jimin’s. Her lips curled up into a smile upon reading his little note, how childish. He left his phone number but she was contemplating whether to give him a call, what if that was a bad idea?

If she decided to keep his contact, that simply means Jimin would be officially back in her life. Not in a romantic way but still the thought of having Jimin back in her life was beyond crazy.

Yeoul clutched onto her phone close with a sigh ‘To call or not to call’  her throat was itching to let out a scream. How she wished it was not hard to come out with a decision. That was confusing.

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“What is with you with your phone” Jungkook took off her earphone as his eyes were distracted with Jimin’s hand that was fidgeting non stop, flipping the phone around.

“Nothing” Jimin coyly looked out the window. They were on their way to airport, in few hours they would be away from their hometown for Bangtan’s world tour. He liked the idea of traveling away from home, meeting Armys from other part of the world. However, ever since his encountered with Yeoul his heart felt heavy to leave the country. Firstly, he expected a phone call from that girl since he left a note in the album. Shouldn’t she be contacted him by now? He groaned in his head.

Secondly, the conversation that he had with Yoongi that night was still lingering in his damn mind. He was dying to find out who was the father of the son that she carried, was it really not his? It couldn’t be his right, but what if Minyeol was his son. Jimin didn’t realize he spent most of his time thinking about Minyeol and Yeoul.

Why was he feeling this way?

“Hyung.. im talking to you. There you go daydreaming again. What is on your mind seriously? You have been like this since our last fansign” Jungkook gave him a concern look. Jungkook might be a maknae but he had a lot of good things stored in his brilliant brain. He always knew how to give a good advice apart from Hoseok and Taehyung of course, Jimin loved venting his worries or problems with Jungkook.

“I am just nervous since we are traveling for a long time, i cant wait to meet our fans from different parts of the world” he lied. Jimin ruffled his hair with a smile “Stop worrying. I am fine, we are here. Get ready to be mobbed by press and fans” he chuckled.

Jungkook just shrugged the thought off from his mind since he planned to inquire the older guy again later.Jimin took a last glance of his phone ‘Yeoul..just please… this one..’ he prayed dearly with all his heart as he put on his shades ready to strike a good pose.

Without doubt, after an official fanmeeting airport was a crucial place whereby all the cameras were on them. Therefore, they would try to dress as decent or natural as they could. It was the image that they projected since they first debuted, and they tried to conserve it that way.

As expected there were fans and press everywhere waiting for their arrival and he was thankful to meet the Armys before leaving the country. They felt special and grateful somehow to see the amount of love shown by them. Jimin exited the SUV following Taehyung who was already ahead him entering the departure area.

He heard voices calling for their names but they tried to keep it cool as they were in rush to pass the security to catch their flight. Nowadays, Jimin chose to keep his posture as a cool guy in comparison to his cute and bubbly side back then. He thought it was about time to change. That was the utmost reasons why most of his fantaken photos came out fantastic and he had fun went through his photos tagged by Armys on thier official Twitter.

As his manager stood by his side making sure no one made a blunt move throwing themselves on him, he entered the departure and waited for others to join him there.

“Jiminie your phone is blinking. Don’t you think you need to answer that?” Taehyung looked at him while fixing his beanie.

Jimin widened his eyes and immediately answered the call “Yeoul?” he rambled without even checking his phone screen.

“ Who is Yeoul?” he heard a familiar voice at the end of the line. Jimin knew he was doomed, how could he be in rush not noticing it was actually her mother.

“Mom, im sorry.. is that you? I was in rush” he sheepishly rubbed his back neck with a small smile.

“Mm son are you expecting someone else? Is it a girl? I don’t know you are seeing someone?” her mother bombarded him with questions. That was the last thing he wanted to face right now, mother’s intuition.

“It is..just an old friend..How are you mom? Did you miss me? We just talked yesterday?” he chuckled softly hoping that he could make her forget about Yeoul for a second.

She laughed softly “Changing the topic I see. It is fine, I will ask you again later. Of course I always miss my son. I just want to make sure you get on the plane safely and say goodbye” he softened. Jimin couldn’t remember when was the last time he went back home, he missed his bed so badly.

“Thank you mom, I am ready to check in soon. I will be seeing you once I get back okay? Please take care of yourself and make sure both of you have a proper meal” his warmness really awed Taehyung. Jimin’s relationship with his parents were adorable and being an obedient son he was, Jimin really took a good care of them. He would give them a call without failed every day.

Taehyung gave him a teasing smile mouthing ‘mama boy’ earning a playful glare from Jimin. After bidding his farewell with his mother, he ended the call. Even though it was not Yeoul to hear his mother voice the last thing before he left the country was enough.

“Come one lets go since everyone is here” their manager signaled everyone to stalk walking for their check in and ready to board the plane in two hours.

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“Hello is this daddy?” Jimin frowned upon hearing the soft voice at the end of the line. He was so sure he heard it before just where?

“Mmm.. daddy? I am sorry kid, but who are you?” he was careful not to reveal his information. Anything could happen if he ever slipped out his name, even though it was a kid. It could be a trap used by dispatch or sasaeng fans. Jimin remembered how he had to change his contact for the nth time and it amused him how people could find it still.

“But…this is Minyeollie” he pouted with a small mumble “I am sorry I thought you are my daddy” he sounded disappointed.

Jimin eyes shot open as he heard the name “Come again? Are you Minyeol?” he couldn’t believe what he just heard. Did he just day dream or was it really Minyeol? Instead of Yeoul, and it was Minyeol who gave him a call.

On top of that, he was calling him what.. daddy? His stomach churned in fear.

“Yes I am minyeol, I apologize I thought you are my daddy. I copied the number from the pink note. Good-” he was about to hang up but Jimin blurted out a loud stop causing all the eyes in the area felt on him.

Their manager flinched with a concern look “Are you okay Jimin?” Jimin cracked a nervous laugh.

“I am okay hyung, sorry it is my best friend..I will be back in a minute” he arose from his seat The members exchanged a weird look while Jungkook decided to tail Jimin from behind. Something was definitely off and he demanded an answer from him.

“Kkuk ah make sure both of you come back to the gate in 10 minutes. We will board in 30 minutes” Namjoon reminded the younger boy who just casually nodded in response.

Jimin entered the bathroom as his heart pounded furiously “Are you still there Minyeol ah?” it was huge relief to him as he heard Minyeol’s chirpy voice at the end of the line.

“This is Jimin hyung..” he mumbled.

“It is really daddy! I am not wrong” Jimin felt a heavy lump on his throat, his mind went fuzzy. Why was that kid calling him daddy? It was a heavy silence before he decided to reply Minyeol.

“Minyeollie.. why are you calling me daddy?” he was afraid to hear Minyeol’s reply but he couldn’t help but to clear the curiosity in him.

Innocent Minyeol casually answered “Mom said you are my daddy. Aren’t you?” he blinked in confusion. A child never lied. Pretty much all the honest truth telling in the world was done by children. Jimin trusted Minyeol’s words.

His world went blank. Jimin’s body was paralyzed and he had no idea how to react or what to do first.

Should he scream or run away?

Or should he bail on this tour but that was so not him.

He was trained to be professional in any situation.

Jimin heard Yeoul’s sweet voice at the end of the line asking Minyeol who was he talking to, he froze in his spot. It could be the truth. Minyeol could be his son but how that happened. Why she never told him anything?

“oh my what? You are talking to who?” Yeoul started to panic as she took her phone from Minyeol.

“Daddy.. im talking to daddy..” Minyeol pouted and hugged Yeoul’s legs “Mommy I just missed daddy im sorry don’t be mad” Yeoul didn’t know how to react, and by now she expected Jimin bombarded her with questions.

“Go eat your lunch, granny is outside waiting for you” she was mad at Minyeol yet she had no reason to yell or even punish him. Minyeol was a clueless kid, what did she expect. It was her fault to lay the notes openly on her desk. She didn’t expect Minyeol would actually make a bold move to call the number.

As soon as Minyeol left the room, Yeoul took a deep breath and brought the phone close to her ears “Yeoul…” his voice was a mixture of pain, anger and confusion. Yeoul owed him a long explanation, and she didn’t expect it would be today.

“Jimin…” her lips were pressed into a thin line. She didn’t know how to begin the conversation, it was awkward to break an old new to someone that she expected to ignore for the rest of her life.

“What was that?” he exasperated a heavy sigh as he raked fingers in his hair. He just wanted to scream right away and this really frustrated him to hear such absurd at this time.

“It is nothing.. forget about that. Minyeol is being playful” she tried to cover up the truth but Yeoul was unsure whether he bought it.

“You are lying” his voice was stern. Jimin clenched his fist ready to pound any part of cold wall around him. He felt so helpless being left in shadow. Questions after questions gnashed his already messy mind.

“I am not”

“Explain”

“There is nothing to explain”

“NA YEOUL!”

“I have to go Jimin”

“Don’t you dare, or I swear to god I will come to get you now Yeoul”

“Dont be silly Jimin. It is just a kid word”

“His words against yours. I trust him”

“Stop it Jimin” she grew frustrated. As much as she wanted to explain and threw herself on him, Yeould knew it was a bad idea. He should not know about this.

“Hyung are you alright?” Jungkook who had been watching Jimin diligently broke the silence. Jimin seemed intense, and it scared Jungkook to death. The last time he saw Jimin this angry was when the older guy was frustrated of himself for not be able to sing properly during their pre-debut says.

Jimin might be soft on the outside but when he got angry, he was the scariest.

He snapped his eyes meeting Jungkook curious one, now what? How he wished he was not stuck here. Out of all days why this thing must happened just right before his plane about to take off. This was absurd.

Jungkook was about to ask question when he saw their manager stood behind him with a wary look “Are you boys ready? We are ready to board. Come” he patted Jungkook’s back and signaled Jimin to move.

With a heavy heart Jungkook walked after their manager ‘Who is Yeoul? Minyeol? That sounded familiar..’ he fixed his hoodie and shook his head frantically.

Jimin realized Yeoul was still at the end of the line. He inhaled a sharp breath “We are not done Na Yeoul” he then hung up slipping his phone in pocket before heading out. The members noticed his tense expression as it was rare to see him this serious.

Hoseok swung his arm around Jimin’s neck “You okay?” he blinked.

“I am alright hyung. Let’s go we are late” he tried not to sound soulless as he escaped from Hoseok’s grasp getting in line behind Jin. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged look with a shrug.

Part of him refused to board the plane, he just wanted to take the fastest route to Busan and find Yeoul. How he wished this was not a world tour? Jimin would definitely took an emergency plane in a heartbeat.

That’s mean he had to endure this until they wrapped up their world tour in America before he got time to stretch to find Yeoul.

Endure it, Park Jimin.

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[demyrie]

Something like toshis guard being worn down maybe they're just hanging out or drinking and aizawa is playing maybe like teasing him and then toshi responds like way too into it and aizawa is like ???woah ok uhh didn't really mean for that to happen uhhh now im turned on

UHHHH OKAY SO THIS IS LITERALLY THREE MONTHS LATE? And also it’s definitely not what you wanted, sweet anon, because I love and feel that trope, but this is more an exploration of a far less … competent and more awkward Aizawa. Also Yagi having the self-respect to realize when he’s being toyed with. So. (*whispers* i hate it)

Aizawa wasn’t a perfect person –farthest from it – but he never imagined his most pronounced sin ofthe year would be waiting and watching.

It began with All Might joining thefaculty, which was by far the worst event of the year, seconded onlyby the idiot being assigned to his year and his class. This wasn’this realm and Aizawa invested himself in letting the other hero knowit, maybe burning off the residual resentment he had incurred fromNezu grandly dismissing his concerns about All Might teaching at UA.From day one, he needled “All Might-sama” mercilessly aboutlesson plans and made it clear there would be no celebrity quartergiven as long as his class’s education was on the line. Refused allpersonal interaction. Turned away whenever he pulled his favoritetrick.

He was, in general, an impeccableasshole, the sting of rejection and criticism incarnate, and thus hadutterly no explanation for the predicament he woke to some monthslater, when Yagi stayed after class to tentatively ask him to(friendly coworker) dinner the third time in a week and couldn’t keephis gaze for a moment without turning bright red and Aizawa realized.

Maybe no one had ever been rough orhonest with him before, or held him to standards that weren’tmeasured in musculature. It seemed like just the kind of warpedcelebrity thing to get turned on about, but the teacher’s bittertheory had a hole in it: No matter how much Aizawa wished it, Yagiwasn’t All Might. He just wasn’t.

(Yagi was kind, tentative, bumbling butwell-meaning, and was honestly very much stressing Aizawa’s accomplished skill of hating anything that moved because he was sodamn agreeable and even if he was a wrecking ball, he was starting tomake progress with the kids, and …)

Aizawa, to his credit, wasn’t asadistic person, either. It took too much energy and gave him nothingto see people in pain. He wasn’t like Midnight, as evidenced by herdisapproval of him and how he was handling this very peculiarsituation, but he still found himself torturing Yagi just a bit. Just… a bit.

There was something addictive aboutteasing the towering man, and the sheer energy he gave off jumping atevery little touch. Part of the amusement was watching Yagi strugglewith himself because there was so very much to struggle with, as talland gawky as he was, and maybe part of Aizawa figured he was overduefor some awkwardness after living so long, unquestioned, as theSymbol of Peace. The game kept him interested both in How and When:even as he wondered how such a man could possibly have chosen him tolike, and how far could Yagi Toshinori contort himself inpleasantries and avoidance before he said something honest, ordemanded an explanation?

The answer: no idea, and exactly threebeers and one poorly timed attempt at groping.

Hizashi and Nemuri (read: Nemuri) hadexcommunicated him until he resolved the “All Might issue” and itonly took one half-offer before Yagi agreed to a dinner. A dinnerbetween coworkers. It was a local ramen place near to his apartmentwith decent food at a great price, and a traditional but lacklusterambiance much improved by a retired hero on his absolute bestbehavior and refraining from try-hard jokes and forceful merriment.

It wasn’t often Aizawa felt safe enoughto get solidly drunk anywhere but with his friends, but there he was.Then, there Yagi was, and he started messing. Leaning over too closeto get the sake bottle, putting his hand on the man’s mile-long leg.Brushing his hair from his face and laughing low and satisfied. Tooclose, way too close.

For however close he was, drunk on alittle more than beer – maybe power, maybe the simple andabsolutely foreign pleasure of being admired – he failed to noticeas Yagi’s face dropped and his reactions became more and morestilted, stricken, unsure. As he caught on, poke by prod.

Everyone always told him he was anasshole when he was drunk. Now, he saw why, and it was revealed tohim in vivid technicolor when he pretended to lose his balance on theway out of the bar and fell into the towering hero, hand gropingaround his waist. He even aimed his mouth oh-so-purposefully for theskin of the older man’s neck, only for his wrists to be yankedtogether and his head bounced against the wall, the impact knockingthe breath out of him.

Above him, Yagi was little more than asilhouette of wiry hair and burning blue eyes in the cheap yellowlighting.

“Don’t.”

Yagi was so tall, so thin, so yielding,and that was the problem: Aizawa had nearly forgotten that the Symbolof Peace was under there. The fire in his eyes still smoldered, andnow those eyes pinned him to the wall. The heat alone was enough toburn off most of his high.

“What are you doing?” Yagi gritout, voice like a body drug over gravel.

“I was waiting,” Aizawa forced out,panicking and drunk as shit and knowing he was choosing the wrongwords even as he said them. “Waiting to see –”

“But you weren’t waiting, tonight.Did you get bored? To turn to humiliation so quickly when someone isunder your power is a staggering character flaw, Aizawa,” he saidin low, dangerous tones,  his height all the more intimidating toknow how low he was bending just to speak to him, to crowd Aizawa’s spaceand block the light. “I thought Midnight was the sadist among youthree.”

Humiliation? The word didn’t make senseand Aizawa opened his mouth, but all that came out was a huff of airas the steely grip on his wrists dissolved and Yagi pushed himgently, tiredly against the wall and turned away. Toward the door.

“I wasn’t going to say anythingbecause I didn’t think it was possible for you to feel the same way.So I don’t blame you for your feelings, but I would have appreciateda simple no.”

“Damnit, Yagi,” he forced out.“Don’t.”

It was a fragment, a stupid inverse parroting of what Yagi said before, but of course theolder man understood. His powers of understanding were only rivaledby his patience, it seemed, which only made Aizawa feel worse as Yagistared him down, emanating disappointment.

“It would be best if I went. Ifyou’re really that inebriated, I can call you a taxi,” he saidbitterly. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. “We’ll continue this conversation when you’re sober … Ifyou’re even inclined.”

“I’m shit at this.”

Yagi stopped, then turned to look athim. Head lifting off his shoulders in a combination of fear andalcohol, Aizawa was distantly aware he was locking his knees and hecouldn’t stop.

“At this. All of it. I don’t know howto read people or what they want. All I want to do is get straight tothe point, and you kept skirting. So.”

“So?”

“This place is near my apartment,”he blurted out.

So I didn’t know what else to do,he wanted to say, now caught in the disastrous fallout of hisinability to speak human or navigate social mores. This was All Mightthey were talking about, after all. He wasn’t really that drunk, andhad never been, but it was a fantastic excuse to reach for what hewanted. Might want, or dare to want. Aizawa should have realized howuncharacteristically loose and stupid he was being, acting out insome vague ploy to get a stranger’s attention, but what was there todo?

It clearly took Yagi a minute toprocess everything, and even then his baffled expression only becamemore concerned.

“So, after giving me absolutely noindication that you even respect me as a coworker, you suddenlyinvite me to a restaurant … near your apartment and … then gropeme in the hallway …” he began uncertainly, enormous hand out likehe expected Aizawa to give him the key to whatever insane train hadferried him to this particular plan.

“It would have been easier if youactually drank,” Aizawa admitted at length, mulish. The mathsounded better in his head: drunk person A giving drunk person B whatthey want, which is also what A wanted, waking up the morning afterand thus skipping the step where they had to talk about wantingthings.

He pinched his nose. Okay, maybe alittle villainous. Or just shitty on a person level.

“If I’d been drunk, it would havebeen coercion,” the older hero countered, now actively chuckling instunned disbelief. He shook his head, regarding him with some kind ofamazement. “You are bad at this.”

“Not very heroic,” he said, lookinghim in the eye. Daring Yagi to see the kind of person he was and makehis exit accordingly.

“Not very functional,” Yagiresponded dryly, making Aizawa drop his gaze by the sheerrelentlessness of his strange blue-black attention. Brave, like hewasn’t, but also not judgmental.

A paragon of righteousness andcommunity values, just like the posters portrayed, and altogether toogood for him. The realization – juxtaposition – nauseated him alittle. Just what was he trying to pull, here? Aizawa shruggedsharply, the last of his stupid ideas caving and leaving him withnothing more than an exit to make.

“You’re the first person I’ve triedto seduce, if it’s any consolation, and I won’t be trying again,”he said, gruff. He straightened his shirt and gestured to the handblocking him from the rest of the restaurant. Yagi hurriedly withdrewit, straightening to a facsimile of his timid self, but Aizawacouldn’t find it in himself to move just yet.

He breathed out quietly, burnt andstunned by his own combined stupidity and gall.

“You can leave, now. If you want.I’ll get the tab.”

“I’d actually like to leave withyou,” he said mildly, ducking his head a bit and looking to theside when Aizawa’s head snapped up in disbelief. “If you’re stillinterested in my, er, company, that is.”

His pale brows drifted up and theappraising look dampened the instant throb of Aizawa’s stupid heart,but not for long.

“But you do get to pay the tab thistime. I think I’ve earned it.” Yagi grinned, sudden and shining inhis gaunt face. “I think this is the first time I’ve been seduced,but I … don’t know if I would recommend it to anyone else.”

Breaking out of him like he’d beenwhacked in the gut, Aizawa chuckled, stupid and low. If people werepaid to put up with him, as he believed they should be on some level,Mic and Midnight wouldn’t be poring over cheap scratchers every otherweek. Then again, he was pretty certain they just did that for thescummy thrill of it.

“Meet you outside,” Aizawa saidwith a nod, hardly believing he could still say it.

The cautious, sideways smile on Yagi’sface as he turned to go chilled him and warmed him in the samebreath, leaving him rubbing at his arms and the prickled skin there.Was he even drunk anymore? Was he ever drunk in the first place?

More importantly, what the hell didYagi even see in him? It was the question of the year and one thatwasn’t easily answered, but walking down the sidewalk with thecautious space between them shrinking step by step, slowly makingconversation, felt like a start.

[larksinging]

also how about some headcanons about how a nyssa/sara/ava ot3 would work? or a different ot3 with nyssa and sara if you'd prefer, but that seems like the most obvious one

OH BOY 

the main problem with nyssa/sara/ava is that sara and nyssa’s lives both seems pretty decent right now (whatever nyssa does offscreen, idk she seems happy fucking with other league people and going on road trips with thea, i guess?) but very seperate, and at least one of them would need to change their life a lot to be together. it’d probably be easier for nyssa, or if the legends get another one of those “stuck in one place for a few months” thing like in the 50s or in the beginning of s3. or if sara ever settled down, but...

anyway assuming there’s some kind of sitution where it, just, worked somehow, it’d be... interesting. i feel like at first nyssa would very much approach it like “well i love you sara and i can adjust to this if this is what makes you most happy, that’s what’s most important to me”. and then she actually meets ava and is like “you should have lead with the fact your other partner is a beautiful woman i thought it was going to be oliver or something” 

ava seems a bit insecure in general about sara’s exes, given that whole constantine conversation, so i’m actually really curious of what she’d think of nyssa (esp before meeting her). because constantine is, well, constantine, but someone like nyssa might seem a lot more threatening to someone like ava.  i mean i hesitate to be like “yeah ava’s sooo jealous and worried sara (a bisexual) will leave her!” but on the other hand i feel like it’d be nice to see ava work through that uncertainty with sara, and especially if it ends in things working out as an ot3 

at first nyssa might be a little awkward about it but generally okay, she’s processed letting go of sara and while this isn’t letting go, she knows how to... how do i word this... not get jealous? if anything most of the awkwardness probably comes in nyssa not having seriously flirted with anyone in a long time. or, who knows, maybe she’s living it up offscreen. and once she met ava for more than .2 seconds she’d at least want to try that. nyssa would have been satisfied with a “two people who are dating the same person but aren’t interested” if it was a guy, but ava is, well, ava, and nyssa is still a lesbian 

ava... you know, it’s hard to say. ava seems to have more normal dating experience than sara and nyssa combined, or... at least memories of it, but she also seems the most flustered by a serious relationship? it’s kind of hard to read because of how complicated sara and her relationship got. anyway. nyssa can be kind of intimidating when you first meet her and i feel like ava would react to that by trying to be professional and unwavering, at least at first. ava is not nearly as oblivious to flirting as we initially though she was, so i don’t think the awkwardness would last that long, but there’d still be a long period of adjusting, if only for the fact that nyssa was sara’s first love and is coming back into her life and that can be... complicated. 

anyway. i have a soft spot for really complicated and tense relationships that work themselves out, and that’s very much how i feel those three would start off 

when they’re more comfortable... well, i think sara unestimated how much trouble she’d be in with nyssa and ava there to gang up on her. they’re both more serious and less chaotic than sara, though nyssa always has something wild up her sleeve. after how sara and ava started off they might not do Normal dating things, which is actually nice for all three of them, since none of them have a normal life. lots of training

nyssa often offers to kill time bureau agents that are bothering ava. sara encourages her. ava is never entirely sure if they’re joking or not. 

actually a figure a lot of their relationship is two of them ganging up on the other. sara does something ridiculous and ava and nyssa are like “sara what the fuck are you doing.” sara and nyssa go full dramatic like the ex-LOA they are and ava is baffled and So Tired. nyssa still tries to be like “i am normal” or says something extreme and sara and ava are like “holy shit nyssa, please chill” 

...i’ve never had a lot of good ot3 ships to think about so (shrug). but im here for all three of them finding a new home and comfort in each other, with how shitty and complicated all their lives have been 

[wholesome-lesbiab]

Wanna do all the numbers?

I assume you mean the “wanna be nosy” post? If not, blame the sleep deprivation and here it is anyway. You really want me to do all of them? All 44?? Well ok I’m only doing it because I can’t sleep and im bored

0:Height: 187 cm or 6′1 ? idk how you say it in inches1:Virgin?  Yea2:Shoe size  393:Do you smoke?  nah4:Do you drink?  Oh how I wish I had a bottle of vodka rn. Yes.5:Do you take drugs?  no6:Age you get mistaken for  17 goddamnit I hate that one bussdriver who always asks that7:Have tattoos?  I wish8:Want any tattoos?  Yeah9:Got any piercings? Yup, earrings10:Want any piercings? I think I’m ok with just the lame earrings 11:Best friend? Two best people I have had the blessing to be friends with for over 15 years. I love them so much 12:Relationship status Single and not ready to mingle13:Biggest turn ons  a kickass gaming computer and huge game collection14:Biggest turn offs  Being too pushy 15:Favorite movie  Uhhhhhh.... Impossible to pick one so I’m just gonna say all the POTC movies because they are my life16:I’ll love you if  take me to a museum17:Someone you miss  My best friends18:Most traumatic experience  First thing to come to my mind was that one day as a kid when I was walking my dog and a large dog attacked her out of nowhere, ripping a huge piece of her skin and making her flee. 19:A fact about your personality I’m awkward when I meet new people but oh boy do I still try and embarrass myself20:What I hate most about myself Not being able to sleep, among the many other thins I hate about myself but that’s just the “depressed sleep-deprived me” talking. 21:What I love most about myself The “depressed sleep-deprived me” doesn’t know what to answer to this lmao. If you ask me again when I have slept for two days straight, I might be able to give a proper answer22:What I want to be when I get older  Well slept. Also a history professor23:My relationship with my sibling(s)  We have that weird “we hate each other but deep down we care about each other but are too stupid to actually show it”. There are six of us and we like to say more “I hate you” than “I love you”. I can’t see myself ever saying that to any of my siblings. Does that sound too mean? Not in this family.24:My relationship with my parent(s) It’s ok, better than it used to be25:My idea of a perfect date TAKE ME TO A MUSEUM GODDAMNIT26:My biggest pet peeves  I dont really know27:A description of the girl/boy I like I havent felt romantically attracted to a guy in ages so idk28:A description of the person I dislike the most HOOO BOY she’s a one - nvm I’m not gonna be mean it’s all in the past and I have totally not forgiven her 29:A reason I’ve lied to a friend Maybe just to make myself look better/cooler30:What I hate the most about work/school The teachers are horrible and not supportive at all31:What your last text message says My... social security number hah hah32:What words upset me the most there was this one word but I cant remember what it was33:What words make me feel the best about myself I dont really know34:What I find attractive in women their make up skills35:What I find attractive in men their make up skills and some other stuff36:Where I would like to live far away from this god forbidden land37:One of my insecurities For so long it used to be my height and thin figure but now it’s just the acne38:My childhood career choice an actress. What was I even thinking? Even imagining myself on stage gives me an anxiety attack39:My favorite ice cream flavor chocolate40:Who wish I could be someone able to get decent hours of sleep every night. Also wealthy41:Where I want to be right now Away42:The last thing I ate Chocolate43:Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately Jensen Ackles44:A random fact about anything I was told to lie about my height in one model competition a while ago because the person who said that thought I was too tall. When I was being interviewed, the judge asked if I really was the height I told him (186cm as I was told to lie. Just one centimeter change. Why?) The judge was clearly baffled of my height, even slightly mockingly, so I swallowed my pride and lied about my height even tho I have been so long proud about it. I hated myself because I couldn’t just say “no, in fact I’m slightly taller”. It left a bad taste in my mouth because I couldn’t stay true to myself. I know it’s just a centimeter difference but it means a lot to me. I just hate it when i’m apparently “too tall” 

If anyone read this far I applaud to you and thanks for asking.

[theonewiththesunflowertattoo]

random quotes i dont want to lose

I KNOW I EVEN LOOKED UNDER THE VOLCANOE!!-me talking about missing crab :( it was shiny and RIGHT THERE...so i hugged it-katie a Dumb: "Epic fail," a phrase used to make fun of someone's failed attempts, written by people living in their parents' basements. Dumb: "It's like a car crash, you can't look away," a crude attempt at justifying having terrible tastes in entertainment. If you fall off the Sears Tower, just go limp and pretend you're a dummy and maybe someone will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.-owlcity Few things in this funny world make me laugh harder than Patrick Star. That silly little sea star is hilarious.-owlcity My buddy asked me to look after his pet goose while he was away. The goose and I watched movies and went for rides on my motorcycle.-owlcity Have u ever run out of toilet paper & tried wiping yourself with the empty cardboard tube? I just tried 4 u. Doesn't fly right.-dane cook did you just try to shoot me with the wii remote?-mariah **on a horse** dont grab on to me-me i have to or ill fall off!-mariah TUCK&&ROLL mariah tuck and roll-me PRINCE CHARMING: knows all the words to the veggie tales songs :) Ghandi once said that what ever you do in life is insignificant, but that it's very important that you do it. I tend to agree with the first part.-remember me "if i wasn't watching a sad movie right now there would be a hole in the wall..." "what movie?" "saving private ryan" "oh NICE" wait. we arent going outside for a tornado drill?-sammie t. "whoa turn your torch down hot rod" koss boss taylor swift songs are what every girl wants to say justin bieber songs are what every girl wants to hear This is for the people who fought for this country and died so that we could vote. This is for all the people who live their life with love and this is for the people who live their lives in hatred because they're only trying to be loved. This is for all the believers and non believers and for our future generations who will get to vote because of the people who have fought for this country and most of all this is for the people whose main goal in life is to make this world and this country far better then it has ever been- stevie wonder "a lot of people ask me 'hey duncan are you sure you know how to fix buses' and what i say to them is no i don't but i did stay at a holiday inn last night" "If there is an eternal heaven, may it be blessed by horses, especially those who have arrived there via hard passage. And if there is an eternal hell, may the gyps, barbers, and butchers enjoy there stay"-the horse god buit "holy crap the swat teams guns are HUGE" "HOW BIG?!?!" "like the size of two louies!"-marian My stomach yearneth for the ubiquitous golden arches of burgerdom. my second fear in life is pooping while giving birth.- krissy. because i took karate-ALYSSA HA! because your asian-me always be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle we stopped checking for monsters underneath our beds because we realized they were inside us At a certain part in your life. Probably when too much of it has gone by. You will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are. Especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals. And you will say to yourself, "But I am this person." And in that statement, that correction, there will be a kind of love. everything is amazing and no one is happy also realized today that she reminds me of my mother and i dont like it- alyssa johnson GINA the trees say something-mariah what do they say?-me .....ronald.-mariah Did you see that guy in the car-mariah no...why-gina he was KINDA attractive-mariah i slept in castles and fell in love because i was taught to dream ♥ "one day this year... we will have a conversation.."-mariah or one day he will transfer to a different class because he thinks youre mute-me you cant even imagine the heart attacks ive had, the hot flashes that have burned me, or the awkward moments that i have been through and rofl that could also be the case-mariah when i saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew- william shakespeare rice is a great thing if youre hungry and want to eat two thousand of something I love photos, because the best thing about it is that it never changes even when the person in it does the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do i lie awake but im still a dreamer to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exsist thats all. even after all this time the sun never says to the earth "you owe me." Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky-Hafiz Art is our only salvation from the horror of existence when i was a little girl i used to read fairy tales. in fairy tales you meet prince charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so your always know who his is. Then you grow up and you realize that prince charming is not as easy to find as you thought. you realize the bad guy is not wearin a back cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.- Taylor Swift we never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public it's like pull my finger except it's pull my tail and _______-mariah *playing tennis ball lands on the line* Me-is it out if it lands on the line? Mariah - well... in wii tennis it's in Mariah-movie night? Me-heh. at your grandma's? outside? facing he who shall not be name's house? *mariah talking about being hungry and having no food* But I need sustenance-Mariah eat your words. they're big-me "it's always those people who seem so happy all the time, so you never suspect it... I just want to be there for them, because no one deserves to feel so hopeless that living becomes unnecessary..." "there's no string in my pants and I think my underwear is showing"- Mariah "I don't know the actual meaning of maturity, but for me maturity is when a person hurts you and you try to understand their situation rather than hurting them back" "and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit" "Great horses are not often easy horses. They have big egos and idiosyncrasies and quirks and foibles. Horses of a lifetime do exist, but only for riders so skillful, tactful, and courageous that they can unlock and then reveal the brilliance of their equine partners.” — Denny Emerson "If you want to know what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph" “I have about a kajillion faults but I love really hard. I cry a lot. I laugh a lot too and sometimes make other people laugh so hard their stomachs hurt. I care about every single living thing this galaxy has cooked up and am passionate about the life that surged through their veins or roots. I will help, always, if asked. I can speak in lots of accents, maybe not well, but I do it anyway. I believe in miracles living in ordinary things and I am not afraid of death. I am not so great at crowds. I wish on superstitious things. I write a lot, and am still baffled you read…I think we are going to be ok. I think we have work to do.” "Never wish anything away. Not even the pain, it’s here for a reason. If you ask for a sign, expect it to come. And if you find someone you love, keep them close, forever, in whatever way you can." "Crushes—the best and worst parts about being single. A lot of people think it’s the nights, but I still find hope in the darkness, magic even; it’s easier for me to imagine a sweeter ending when the stars are out." "Something inside of me died quite a while ago. But it could come back. I could." There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.— Zayn Malik