#not serious or anything rn but it is frustrating when i feel like we need good looks for klay

[unmanageably]

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[waywardsalt]

tag rant but man i fuckin hate the new direction for loz

[demonqueenart]

im just gonna be so genuine and say i love you but i dont understand what racist remarks you're talking about and it's really frustrating for me to hear people talk about this like its so serious when i havent seen anything at all thats bad. im white so i think i may have genuinely missed things but could you please just give me some examples? i really am trying to understand where you guys are coming from its just getting hard because everyone is just getting mad at each other whenever they talk about it. i know people are mad bc of something dan said about not being able to come on tour to third world countries and possibly something he said in like 2011 when he was in his crazy fake tan phase? i just really am not seeing anything here that i think would get people so worked up and i would love to understand better

Hey anon, I understand where you coming from. And I really appreciate you trying to understand better.

To be really honest, why things have blown up now is because of the upcoming tour. It’s not really about why they couldn’t go to the other continents when they’re planning to do 32 shows in US, even though that’s also fishy af cause they could’ve easily dipped into Mexico, and the route they using feels like they’re avoiding latam specifically. The way that they handled this with poc fans is the problem, because while they’re being excited from the tour or whatever, they have not once tried to explain why they couldn’t go to poc fans (or the majority of us that is. Some of us might live somewhere else.)

The way they keep retweeting and being hyped about the tour, while basically intentionally avoiding talking to us is just.. it hurts. Most of us complain about this, and even more expressing how they just need dnp to give them an explanation. But never once did they do it. Instead, they even launch more trailer lol. And I know they saw it, there’s a lot of us and they like snooping on social media anyway. It makes us feel like we’re not part of the tour, that it wasn’t meant for us. And it was actually the first time I questioned if I was really a part of this community at all.

Turning back to phandom with that state of mind, it can feel like everyone is abandoning you. Because just like dnp, everyone is only talking about the tour, and not about how this exclusion needs to be addressed. It’s understandable why people would feel angry when they just keep being ignored like their voices didn’t matter. But I know now, just because people didn’t interact with me, doesn’t mean they didn’t want to be there for me. We just might come from a different place. (Btw, if you’re western and you have poc friends who’s affected by this, please reach out to them. The reason why I’m still here rn is because of all my friends, western friends included, saying they’ll be there for me throughout this racism thing. They might be angry and hurt, and even assume the worst of you. And I won’t ask more than you can do. But saying you understand (or at least empathize the situation they’re in) and that you will support them no matter what, will help them a lot.)

Dan clearly carry a micro aggression around latam, and the fact that this still occur in wad really says a lot about how they’ve not grown from that. When dan said brazil and mexico were 3rd world country on was, that makes us feel like he’s looking down on us. And the fact that they have avoided latam specifically without giving any reason why they couldn’t go, well, there’s only so many things you can assume is happening under the surface. This makes us feel like they’re looking down on us, and that they’ve never seen their poc fans as equals.

The reason why the old stuff was brought up is because this isn’t the first time this has happened. Dan has made a lot of racist remarks, and while it’s understandable to slip up from time to time, and even more understandable why he might be afraid to actually apologize and own things up, it doesn’t excuse the patterns that are being repeated here. When he doesn’t take accountability to his past mistakes and keep repeating the patterns of racism and exclusion, that indicates he’s going to keep oppressing us forever without ever acknowledging it. And THAT is not okay.

We don’t want to cancel them, never once do we want that. We only want dnp to hear us and actually talk to us about this. They are not beyond redemption, but it’s going to be hard for them to open up considering the past fifteen years of them not doing that. So the only thing we can do at this point is to be more opened up about their racist remarks. We’re bringing up past mistakes now, because there’re still a lot of people who have been affected by this, and them not bringing it up is not going to make all that hurt go away. So I suggest, we should bring it up, not to cancel them or demonize them! But to acknowledge it exists so that we can heal from it. We can learn to love dnp despite being flawed, and normalize how to take accountability to make this place safer for poc. These voices can’t be avoided because that’s also a form of exclusion in this community. I want everyone to feel welcomed here, so I’ll listen to their voices when they need it. That way, there will be a place for poc to belong in this space. We can learn to include each other in, or at least I hope so :3

*also, this will be very funny if this ask turns out to be dnp, but whatever lol xD Hope we can catch up someday whoever you are (✿˵ ꒡3꒡˵)৴♡*

[a-soft-hornytiny]

On bad days.

Summary: You struggle to pick out an outfit for your date with Jongho and he helps you get ready. 

Word count: 1.2k+ 

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: body dysmorphia, frustration, non-sexual nakedness (or maybe a bit sexual) but not really, Jongho is the sweetest bean beware of a sugar shock (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading. 

Notes: for anyone who needs this rn <3 you are beautiful the way you are. requested by @euphoric-emily16

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added) 

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“Oh come on!!” You pulled the shirt above your head and threw it onto the ground. You were frustrated. It was the fifth outfit you had picked out for the date with your boyfriend Jongho at this fancy restaurant but nothing felt right.

The pants were always too tight, showing your belly more than you wanted, the skirts were too short, revealing your thighs and legs which you were so insecure about and every top you tried on sticked to your body in an uncomfortable way.

All you wanted was to get into a hoodie and sweatpants and bury yourself in your blankets so you didn’t have to look at yourself anymore. Not only at yourself but the disappointment on Jongho’s face when he sees you far from ready, even though the reservation was in less than an hour. 

You felt tears swell up in your eyes. I’m so annoying, why do I always cry about nothing? You asked yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Why can’t I just wear anything? Why does it have to feel good? I’m such a bother.. if Jongho finds me like-

“Y/n? Are you alright? I heard you swearing.” Jongho’s voice was right behind your bedroom door and you heard a soft knock.

You sighed deeply. “Come in..” You said, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to avoid the confrontation. 

Jongho entered the room and you could see how his eyes were scanning it. Noticing all the pieces of clothing spread on the floor and on your bed. Finally his eyes stopped at you. You were sitting at the foot of your bed, shoulders slouching down and only wearing a pair of jeans and underwear. But Jongho understood immediately.

“Can’t find something that feels good?” He asked, causing you to lose the last bit of control you had. You started sobbing. How did you deserve him? He didn’t ask ‘nothing to wear?’ or ‘can’t find something that fits?’ or was annoyed because of the state or your room. No. He immediately knew that it was the feelings that were the problem. 

You were so caught up in thinking that you didn’t even realize that Jongho had come to hug you. He stood in front of you, pushing your face against his stomach as he gently caressed your back. 

“Want me to help you?” His voice was soft, nearly a whisper. You nodded slowly. He giggled. “I’m going to make sure that you’re the most beautiful person in that whole building.” He said, completely serious. You couldn’t help but smile a little.

“That’s not possible.” You responded, laughing but still wiping tears off of your face. Jongho immediately put his hand under your chin to make you look up. 

“In my world you will always be the most beautiful person in the room.” He whispered, gently pressing his lips onto yours. It was a short and loving kiss but you still blushed. Compliments were your guilty pleasure and no matter how often he called you beautiful, you would always blush. 

“Now where do we start?” He rubbed his hands against each other as if he was making an evil plan. 

“I say you go to the bathroom, wash your face and put skin care on. In that time I’ll pick an outfit and then we’ll meet again here at your make-up desk so I can do your make-up.” He elaborated, already diving into your closet.

On your way to the bathroom you let out a little giggle. He always knew exactly how to make you feel better. Even if he was annoyed or in a rush, he wouldn’t show it. He would put on a smile and motivate and help you. That’s what you loved about him. He knew that fighting and accusations wouldn’t make anything better. 

When you came back into your room after preparing your face for make-up, it was a bigger mess than before. All sorts of clothing were spread across the room.

“If we wanna feel good, we start with underwear.” He revealed a fancy set that you only ever wore for special occasions as it was quite expensive. You lifted one eyebrow skeptically. 

“What? You look really hot in it.” He stated dryly, handing the underwear to you and turning around. You hesitated for a second but then you started undressing to change your underwear. He was right.

“Y-you can watch, i-if you want to..” You nearly whispered as it was incredibly embarrassing to say but you loved the way he looked at your body.

“Are you sure? Because I cannot guarantee anything if I see you like that.. I'm just a man after all.” He said while already turning around. His eyes were following your every movement. Your curves, your stretch marks, your skin, everything of it was his and he loved it. 

When you were done putting on your underwear, Jongho shook his head a little to get back to reality. 

“Okay now to the makeup.” He gestured to the little table with your cosmics on it. You sat down at it and Jongho immediately got to work. He knew quite a lot about applying makeup, one of his many interests, so you knew you were in safe hands. 

After about half an hour he was done. It was discreet. Nothing much, but it was putting the emphasis on all the right places. Your eyes were shining under the little color he gave them and your lips were looking delicious. His words not yours. 

“How does it feel?” He asked, giving you a kiss on the head. 

“Good.” You answered. And it was true. You felt pretty. And worthy. 

“Good. I hope you like the outfit I chose.” Jongho was already rooming around the room again, picking up what he needed to place it on your bed. 

He picked out black dress pants and a silky coloured blouse. The blouse perfectly matched your eyes and made them shine. 

He knew what he was doing. It was simple yet special. You had tried too hard. 

Even though the dress pants were high-waisted, their cut and color perfectly hid the belly you were beating yourself up about. You smiled to yourself. The blouse fit loose but very well, the lower ends disappearing in your pants, putting emphasis on your waist and curves. 

“Jongho this.. this is perfect.” You said, feeling like a completely different person. You knew you looked the same. That nothing drastically changed about you in the last 40 minutes. But you felt good. Unlike before. 

“Nice.” You could see that Jongho was satisfied with himself, making you chuckle. 

While you were in the bathroom making your hair, Jongho went to change. And when you met him again at the door you fell in love again. 

He had color-matched you with the vest on his white his shirt, which was tightly hugging his body and his pants were also a black pair of suit pants. 

A big smile painted both of your faces when he pulled you closer. 

“Ready to impress?” He asked against your lips.

“Yes.” 

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[ladysophiebeckett]

Actually I thought his drunk confession would come back or be mentioned in the plot and I was disappointed it didn't. Even tho we know he lied when he said he didn't remember telling her was torture knowing she couldn't do or say anything about it. And getting engaged a few days later after this just made it worse tbh. If Camille didn't call it off at the altar they would have been married by now and that's the problem I feel like Gabriel is just going with the flow sometimes and viewers picked up on that.

...that's the problem I feel like Gabriel is just going with the flow sometimes and viewers picked up on that.

have i shared my headcanon that i think gabriel is a pisces? i think vulture did a timeline around s2, saying that emily's birthday was in october (early) making her a libra. think on that bc...it makes sense.

but yes, gabriel doesn't make decisions unless he's pushed to. like the only reason he got the incentive to make a deal with antoine was bc he thought he needed to quickly get his life together in order to provide for his now phantom baby. it wasn't bc he wanted to, even tho he was frustrated with antoine.

the drunk confession does make a comeback but not how you would think? camille confirms his drunk confession at the altar. that's she's known this entire time (all the way to s1) that he had fallen in love with emily. and she knew when. which reframes camille's s1 behavior towards emily.

people side with camille and say emily was a bad friend but if camille knew that gabriel's feelings had changed in s1, that means that camille befriended emily with the intention to keep her away fm gabriel (or to keep gabriel away fm her). everytime she supported emily in her brief relationships with the snobby professor or mathieu and later on, alfie--if u notice emily is always unsure about these men and claims she's just getting to know them or that its not serious but camille is always kind of pushing her towards them. she continues to do it in s4 when she tells alfie to try with emily again.

the point of the pact in s2 was that if she couldn't be with gabriel, then she didnt want emily to be with him either. it worked in s2 but gabriel breaks that cycle after she tries to adopt a baby with him.

im making camille sound crazy and i apologize, but this is literally how they reset things in s3.

and yes, emily was about to watch him get married and she would have pretended to be happy for him. which is why gabriel needs to go through this loser arc rn.

[driderwife]

Recently I kind of unofficially stopped talking to my therapist of like , 5 years and I’m feeling like weird and bad about it rn. The thing that happened was like, idk I just got so frustrated and didn’t wanna talk anymore. She’s a really nice person and We have a rapport bc of how long I’ve been seeing her, but at the same time there have been several things that have just been compounding over time and I couldn’t rlly take it anymore:

Last year when I brought up to her that I think I’m autistic, her response was that I couldn’t be because I have an excessive amount of a empathy. And I did explain to her that lack of empathy is not an autistic trait & that it’s a classic ableist mischaracterization, which she SEEMED to be open-minded about at the time. But consistently whenever my BF comes up in convo (he’s diagnosed with autism) she makes it a point to remind me that because he’s autistic he lacks empathy. That’s one thing that really REALLY started to grate on my nerves. It wasn’t relevant and it was factually incorrect. And I guess it hammered in that I will never be able to discuss with her the possibility of me experiencing undiagnosed autism.

Another problem is that still to this day, despite NEVER knowing me when I identified as a girl, she continues to accidentally misgender me or call me “ma’am” instead of sir. She corrects herself but like, idk why I let it go for so long? I’m VERY bad about correcting people IRL so I just let it go time and time again. I was never going by she/her pronouns when we started talking. Clearly she’s just another cis person who hears my “girl” voice and decides internally that I’m a girl.

And on a less serious note I just didn’t feel like I’ve improved at all in the 5+ years we’ve been seeing each other. It wasn’t a waste of time; I’ve learned valuable coping skills and made some important life decisions with her help. But like, I have a litany of mental illnesses that feel untreated at their core and I never feel comfortable enough to open up about them to her on a deeper level. I don’t feel like we’re dealing with anything except little IRL problems I encounter, and my general anxiety. I feel like I’m far worse off mentally than I was years ago and it makes me really unbelievably sad.

I guess all this is to say that I know I NEED a new therapist but Im terrified of the process I have to go through to get one, and get to know them. And I feel like I lost a friend in my old therapist and I’m having trouble not seeing myself as a failure for that.

The only thing I KNOW is what I need, but I have no idea where to find it: I need remote therapy available because I travel across the country several times a year and it’s just a much easier format for me because when I deal with people in person I get way too focused on masking my awkwardness and social anxiety. I also need a queer / LGBTQIA therapist because I’m genuinely tired of babystepping around cis ppls surface-level understanding of my trans experience. Having an ally as a therapist is truly not enough, I don’t want to have to explain the intricate details of what it’s like to be queer.

Sorry for rambling, I don’t wanna put too much of my private life online but it’s something I’ve been wrestling with for a couple months and I needed to write down what I was feeling. If you have any advice, a similar experience, etc, it’s very much appreciated.

[scarletanpan]

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I don't have anything else to say but the mindset of so many ppl taking nothing serious and not caring abt cancel culture or accountability or looking at history combined so perfectly with these last 8 yrs of increasingly open and vitriolic bigotry to the point where this shit fucking happened. And I saw it from miles away, I saw it get worse every year and still so many ppl either started to disengage or act like all these ppl are crazy and bad but its not that serious. They dk that the ppl who want to oppress us care a lot more than we dont. Elon musks million dollar giveaway was given the green light two days ago which I'm sure helped. As fucking illegal as that clearly should be this election was bought by rich ppl. Its like everyone forgot so many conservatives are rich ppl who wanna stay rich, and will pay to convince their supporters to do anything for them. I'm just so scared for palestine it's making me sick because that was my biggest fear they're fucking evil. Ill do what i can but how was this not more important to everyone else.. I'm so disturbed seeing my state have less than 30 out of 120+ districts blue... like oh. Wow. Everyone loves this fascist, thats genuinely insane

Do yall realize how hard we rubberbanded back into yt supremacy after obama got in office. So hard that it completely fucked up the political scene irreversibly, removed any type of decorum left and turned it into a cult of personality. Like one of the most important parts of change is handling all the conservative backlash that comes w it. We do not make progress in this country w/o strong opposition from the status quo, but when everyone acts like nothing matters anyway it's impossible. I'm so serious just the reaction to cancel culture by itself basically amplified and was applied to every single aspect of society for most ppl. That is maybe the scariest result bc we just watched them plan and admit to doing some of the most horrific things time and time again with no consequences. Saying how they'll make all marginalized ppls lives miserable and destroy the election process and idk

It's just insane there's too much to how this all played out but the point is im sad and frustrated asf. If Elon musk dropped dead 4 fucking yrs ago there's at least a smaller chance this would've ever occurred. I don't feel safe going anywhere rn bc this whole week there's trump supporters on every block. Seriously.. but the important part is to not make like so many ppl not affected deeply by marginalization and fucking give up. It's just depressing asf feeling like wow yall rlly hate poc. And queer ppl. And disabled ppl. Or thought bigotry was solved bc u see representation a little more and stopped caring abt the deeply systemic issues still affecting us everyday. But whatever, im just prepping myself mentally knowing things will be going downhill for a while.. I doubt it but I hope some ppl have a fucking wake up call and rlly start caring more. Fr like the only way I can cope w this is doing more research so I feel less insane abt all of it, and spreading awareness which I rlly need to I'm j so mentally behind rn

And so frustrating too the way the US is such a corrupt imperialist country that this result affects everybody else. But ppl barely understand the politics in this country much less care abt all the other ppl this parasite of a collection of states ruins. It sucks to live w this but it is a privilege to have the right to vote and change things. Like I get why ppl get so fucking annoyed w Americans bc being this ignorant and complacent in fascism is pathetic. Knowledge and history has never been more imperative than right now

[lucile-rants]

Breaking news! Instead of letting a trans woman of color (a friend, not me) and a nonbinary person (who reads as very masculine, also not me) share their frustrations about the musical they'll never be cast in, local asshole decides to argue that they shouldn't be aloud to have that discussion and derails it into their own trauma instead, making the whole groupchat assure them that we don't hate them and also deal with heavily triggering topics being dumped with no warning! Complains that nobody wants to interact with them over the summer after ignoring my texts all summer!

I'm just not interacting on the gc rn. I don't have the mental health myself to talk about any of these topics. I know some of this is about me. Not shit I've actually done, but like, the small things. Saying I can't make it to their dance show because I have homework when really the reason is I don't have the energy, I don't like dance, and they did some shit to me over the year that makes me hesitant to be around them.

And and and they have a track record about lying for the fun of it! The shit they said would be taking it way too far, but it's not like they've never gone over the edge before.

You know what? Maybe I am, "Trying to convince [myself] that [I'm] in the right and [they're] in the wrong." Maybe I am. Maybe it's because I cannot deal with this on the groupchat I started to talk about stuff in theater.

My friend who is a transwoman was fucking on topic and talkking about the shit we were talking about. My friend who is nonbinary was on topic and talking about the shit we were talking about.

Maybe I do want to leave them. Maybe I do. Because the shit they pull is a weight that my barely functioning head can't handle.

Being an asshole about other people's flaws too is horrible. "[name], you attempting peace is a surprise. I thought you would have gotten popcorn and enjoyed the show." Fuck you. What a scummy thing to tell someone who has never done anything to suggest that.

"I'm pretty sure the last time I was hopeful was when i was like a year old maybe a year and a half." I call bullshit. I call fucking bullshit. You absolute asshole. When a trans woman explains how hopeless it felt to realize who she was and what the world thought of her, you don't tell her you haven't been hopeful once in your life.

And to say that after she said she didn't have the mental energy to deal with a serious conversation! And then right after that to give no warning before... ugh! It boils my blood!

I think she put it nicely when she said, "Listen, the fact is you are able to participate in theatre. You have the mental privilege of being able to do this." I really appreciate the way she put it because like, damn. Very real. Not all of us have a brain that's wired well enough to be able to do that or to be allowed to be able to do that.

I need them to fucking stop talking for five seconds. Someone else came into the chat to say that we're their friend and that we want to help and they legitimately said, "Yeah sure you do. Like I'd fall for that trick." FUCK OFF.

We're all trying to help, besides me who needs somewhere ANYWHERE to put my feelings so I don't make the situation worse by saying how I feel. They won't FUCKING ACCEPT THE HELP.

I know how it feels to be fucked over in the brain. Hell, I know how it feels to think all the thoughts they are saying. It isn't their fault for feeling like this but DAMN YOU if it doesn't affect the rest of us too. You can't just tell someone they're a horrible person who hates you and that they don't really care about you and that you want them to stop trying and complain that people will maybe at some point in the future leave you.

Thank you to the person they pointed out the flaws of out of the blue for saying, "Do not do that, especially not to [name]. Out of everyone here, [name] has probably been the most faithful and friendly," because dear god, yes he has. And dear god, I know he hurts and has been through so much. And I know he's getting better lately. He's too nice to point out that this whole groupchat is a fuck ton of bullshit from this person where they're trying to pull all of us into their pit.

And using his name to address him when saying horrible things that aren't true is too far. Maybe I'm just weird about names, but you don't use someone's name to do that. You just don't. Especially not someone who chose that name.

And when he suggests we all go to bed to cool off, they take that as a sign that people always leave when he tells them they will! He suggested we all take a break so we don't tear one another apart! That's all he said!

Please tell me how they can send the message, "No, I run into people who actually want to be friends with people who won't drive them insane," and follow it up with, "People who look out for themselves instead of everyone else." I'm sorry, but is it so self centered to not want your friends to hurt you and verbally attack you?

And ha ha! Always fun for someone to throw around the term narcissist! So much fun! (I don't even have NPD and people using it like any old insult irks me.)

And since when is cutting off people who hurt you selfish? I ask this as someone unable to do that.

I think I'm going to call someone who isn't in that groupchat and just talk to someone for a while. This whole thing is eating at me and I don't want to see spiders. I'm only still here so I can make sure that nobody fucking dies in the groupchat I started to discuss a class.

Don't worry. I'm in no danger.

[skiagram]

u know I'm pretty sure and almost take it for granted I probably have autism AND ADHD wow pick a struggle but I just will never talk about it ever irl because the one time I tried to get a consultation he said you have a BA! You're just a young adult probably figuring things out. Funny when at the time my parents and godparents just keep telling me "you're pushing 30" lmao. To be fair the other time I tried to get a consultation but it got cancelled the Dr said maybe to consider getting autism screened but lol.

On one hand the best people I know are also in that camp and I love them dearly. On the other if I try to admit this seriously to myself I get full of such deep, intense, physically self loathing and despair I can't function or do anything else which is disruptive to like my life, and also I feel so ashamed for and can't talk about because I feel I will be insulting my friends and all other people w the conditions if I lambast myself for the same frustrations...since honestly in a lot of ways I am very "functional" and I have a lot of support due to family and having a job and some savings and inheritance which is way better I know than most people, and yet.

I can't really talk to my parents either because I have for a bit and it's not bad but just. The chances of being emotionally overwhelmed from minor (and potentially major) conflict whenever I interact or talk with them about any serious or personal subject has damaged the depth of my relationship even tho mostly we are all functional and supporting each other. I just feel a great loss, and a deep loneliness at not being able to express this, to anyone really. I'm happy I have people in my life who gladly send me emotional and in person support since I was young, I feel deep guilt at not being as close with them or emotionally prioritizing as idk randos I met on the internet who live on other continents with whom I can talk more freely and easily about obsessions. I feel deep guilt for being "idolatrous" and mentally prioritizing trivial shit that's not real over being present in the world. I want to get a job in my field so I can have a comfortable salary, live on my own and at my own pace in a way that doesn't frustrated and make people I live with mad, and im afraid that I won't be able to get my shit together in the next few weeks to be able to even accomplish that. I feel I desperately need to "be myself" as the mantras say in order to survive and thrive but it's impossible under the circumstances rn to do that without more stress

[imtrippin666]

"You're here! I'm so sorry Aria school has been a pain in my ass but only one more trimester after this one"

"Baby don't apologize, your education is important. I want the best for you and as lonely as I get my roommate just had a baby so I'm busy too."

"Ahhh... I best that's just lovely. How's the baby?"

"Dillions good. But I feel like it's only because I'm around. I wish I could pick up and leave to teach her some responsibility. San Myshuno is getting expensive."

"Aria if you need to vent about it please do. I really wanna hear everything out of your mouth"

"She just had a baby and is still going out every night, telling me all about who she fucks.... babe i dont even like dick and I'm hearing all ab them and how they look. Sarah is really fucking my career up too. I'm constantly with Dillion. Wouldnt be surprised if he called me mom. I don't even see kids in my plans right now. Barely scraping by."

"It sounds super stressful and draining baby. I'm sorry I haven't been the most available but please do drop by more like you did today. We'll be out of our situations soon. In a chic apartment, good neighbors, nice elevator, access to whatever we want because we'll be succeeding"

*Jasmine graps her supplies and starts rolling*

"I know what's help you destress princess."

*Jasmine sparks the blunt and hands it to Aria*

She wasn't the best at helping stress and frustrating situations but she wanted to give everything she knew helped her.

"You're a very gorgeous woman Aria. When I see you I'm shocked I'm with such a model type. I love how girly you are. Nice clothes, hair done, smelling amazing. It's hard to stop looking"

"You're telling me that. I was transcended when I saw you. Those curls and eyes man. Screaming fuck me"

Jasmines heart stopped. She wanted Aria just like how Aria wanted her. She just didn't wanna jump into things. And she didn't want hurt.

"About that princess. Can we kinda wait it out to have sex? I don't want you to think I'm avoiding it because of you or that I don't want to. I just need time."

"Of course we can't wait it out love, I mean you're so fulfilling now. I love just coming over, talking, drinking, and cuddling. I don't want you to feel judged for it. I don't mind. Can I ask what happened though?"

Jasmine was shake and feeling sick. She didn't want anything to do with Madilyn and hated bringing her up. But it was probably the only person she'd allow to hear about this in detail.

"I was with this girl for around 6 to 7 months. Her name is Madilyn and I know it doesn't seem long but it was the longest relationship and most serious I had. She was my best friend since she moved to San Sequoia, my home town. We met when I was 15. But she quickly wanted to open the relationship. I didn't question that much out of insecurity and knowing I was working a lot. All I asked was no men because of my other ex."

Jasmine felt even more sick and was about to brush past it but the reassuring look and touch of Aria worked.

"Baby keep going. Don't worry ab me really. I care about you."

" We went out to this club that was specific to us. I noticed a dude staring at her weird. Not like he was into her weird but like he knew her. I knew she didn't know him cuz I had never seen him before. Our night continues and I got to pee and find her slowly swaying her body rubbing on it towards him. Weeks later she finally tells me she's been fucking him and starting a relationship. I kicked her out of my apartment. Met you. Dumped her. I just don't like sex rn."

[qweei]

mental illness isn't cute nor a fun quirk to have, and i'm saying that as someone who's mentally ill and is neurodivergent.

ofc i believe we shouldn't demonize mental illness and i know this idea of mental illness being cute only really applies to some disorders like depression, anxiety ocd etc. personality disorders get demonized to high hell and should be destigmatized but i personally don't have experience with that so i can't speak on that.

but i can talk about the disorders i do have and how hearing discussions around mental illness can really frustrate me. like there's two sides to this a) who see mental disorders that includes disabilities as something scary, shameful and should be hidden and type b) usually teenagers and young adults who bcs of the influx of representation and discussions around mental health know a lot more yet seem to get it in their mind that to be interesting you have to have some diagnosis? "omg i'm so ocd rn" "i can't focus i must have adhd"

as someone who went through type A for years when i transferred schools and was surrounded by type b people i believed it was a good thing like waaay better than before, same with the content i found on social media that were way more positive bcs to me that meant that i was no longer demonized or pushed aside which is great! but honestly it isn't as much of an improvement as i first thought.

though i will say before someone misunderstands me: i am not at all against learning about different mental disorders and self diagnosing. i definitely think our knowledge on mental health is improving due to more representation or people being more open, but i still want to acknowledge the side of people who misuse the new found attention and support use and do harm to the community, whether intentionally or not.

it's just that some type b people can sometimes be as harmful as type A from my experience. at that school i was constantly surrounded by these ppl and every single time someone talked about mental illness it was always in such a romanticized way, it became a funny adjective, every serious disorder was simply just a cute quirk?? i once overheard a real life conversation where ppl where assigning each other mental disorders the same way you talk about zodiac signs!? also certain people straight up trauma dumping to be funny without any prior warning or anything, i often got so uncomfortable i had to leave the room multiple times. something even more horrifying i was told was by my roommate who told me her autistic sister with tics who went to a different school, people in her school started to copy her tics to the point it became a trend in the entire school.

i've realized this problem especially when i'm with neurotypical ppl my age where every time i mention or its brought up that i'm neurodivergent, they always get the feeling that they need to match up with me??? if that makes sense. listen icantbelieveimsayingthis BUT there's nothing wrong with being neurotypical, not being mentally ill or having trauma... that doesn't make you boring or less interesting and honestly thinking it does really is a slap in the face of people who are neurodivergent and or mentally ill.

i'm so tired of discussions around mental health being so black and white all the time like either I'm treated like a abomination or I get infantilized/romanticized. it really fucking sucks

[missmeinyourbones]

Hiiiii, I loved your dad!Armin headcanons! If you feel like writing about it, what do you think Armin would be like while his s/o is pregnant? And how would he react to labor and delivery, would he be one of those dads that passes out in the delivery room or nah??

i loved this idea so much that i turned it into a whole ass thing for all of the aot guys lol <3 these are just a few silly lil hcs of how they would be when expecting a baby / how they would act w a pregnant partner

armin buys every single book on parenting: caring for ur pregnant partner, best methods for birth, essentials to have when preparing for a baby, etc. he is COMMITTED to the bit. i don’t see him being super protective or anything, more so attentive to you and ur needs. like he’s constantly asking you if he can do anything to make u more comfortable or get you anything you need!!! he is just super excited and wants to be prepared for everything. has like 11 diaper bags

eren uses ur pregnancy as an excuse for everything LOL his work is like hey can you come in today and cover someone’s shift??? he’s like no sorry i have a baby on the way 🤒🤒🤒 someone cuts you guys off in traffic and he’s like “literally why would they do that … ur pregnant ….” as if everyone on the planet knows??? LIKEEE he thinks the earth orbits you and not the sun just bc ur expecting. also constantly brags to his friends about how he’s gonna be a dad before all of them :/

jean isn’t letting you lift a damn finger, to the point where it’s almost frustrating. very observant of you and ur needs. you reach to grab something and hes dead serious like “stop reaching for stuff 😐 let me do it” when he was literally 3 rooms away. you go to shower alone for a literal second and he’s jumping in like lemme wash ur hair i don’t want u lifting ur arms up 😟 😟 😟 …. HUH ???? he means so well but baby lemme breathe ur playing w ur life rn <3

connie does that thing where he’s like “you know i would carry and deliver the baby for you if i could, right :/” and it’s a cute thought but ur feet are throbbing and ur back is breaking and ur like yeah yeah sure u would :/ his heart breaks when you say ur scared to deliver ur baby :/ then you say the comparison is like “pushing a watermelon out of a lemon” and he almost passes out at the thought of it 

levi knows to shut the fuck up LOL this man is reading the room before you even breathe. he knows exactly when and why ur gonna be grouchy or overly emotional, he knows just what snacks to get and when you start to get sick of them. you wake him up in the middle of the night and he already has his shoes by the side of the bed incase he has to leave to get you something. he deals with the whole process so well its actually a lil scary ur like .... have u done this before 🤨🤨🤨

reiner is .... petrified LOL poor baby is so scared hes watching youtube tutorials on how to change a diaper as soon as your pregnancy test comes back positive. hes caressing ur baby bump and then crying at the thought of ur baby growing up too fast (when theyre not even born yet???) then he feels bad bc “youre carrying our child and im the one who is crying” 😭 give him a hug please and maybe a xanax

porco is clueless. theres not a thought going on behind those eyes. youre making a list of potential baby shower gifts to ask for and ur like “hey do we have a crib yet?” and hes like “why tf do we need a crib? the baby can sleep in the bed with us?” and ur like fuck no it cant and hes like “ok ok ur right, it can sleep on the couch” :/ and he’s dead serious too. you ask him for a weird food combo like pickles and peanut butter and hes so deadpan like “you know thats raunchy, right?” 😕 he has a death wish fr 

[wooahaes]

congratulations on 1k! taking this opportunity to request (beg) you for any jeonghan comfort fluff - literally anything you write, i will gobble it up. i love your writing, as i'm sure you know.

- livvie (who is having quite a week and could really use a jeonghan bf to hold her)

aaa i hope this meets ur expectations livvie!!

massage

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: stressed reader. jeonghan gives reader a massage n then its cuddle time. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: admittedly. i need a massage myself rn.

sometimes it seemed like jeonghan had a sixth sense for when you were feeling off.

maybe it was something in the way you texted him that you were leaving work. you’d only given him a short “leaving now” and nothing more--no questions of whether he needed anything or talk of dinner plans like the two of you usually would do. or maybe jeonghan was magic and just seemed to understand how stress would hit you sometimes, watching as it piled higher and higher on your shoulders until finally spilling late into the week. he always would complain that you should tell him sooner so that he can help you relieve stress, either by being there to listen or by distracting you however you needed, but that’d come after caring for you. you had said nothing to him when you came home past a general “i’m home” before you went straight to bed, changing out of your work clothes before practically collapsing onto the mattress just for a moment.

just to catch your breath.

and yet jeonghan maybe a minute later, lying down next to you. “do you want to talk about it?”

you opted to just groan in frustration instead. it was one of those days.

“ah. let me order dinner and then i’ll massage your shoulders. okay?”

you mumbled something about him ordering whatever he felt like, still muffled into the blankets.

“i already know your order,” he said, pulling up a food delivery app. “just give me a moment.” he looked up. “take off the sweatshirt so i can massage your back, too.”

despite not moving for another few moments, you propped yourself up enough to pull it over your head and set it onto the bed next to you. jeonghan dropped his phone onto the bed after a moment, saying he’d placed the order.

“hold on,” he said, moving to where he had better leverage over you. he hovered over you, knees on either side of your hips, as he gently pat your shoulders. “is this good? or do i need to move?”

“‘t’s fine,” you mumbled, angling your face so he could finally hear you properly. “you don’t have to do this, babe.”

“i want to. we can cuddle afterward, okay?” he started to knead at the tension in your shoulders, and you could practically feel how much he grimaced at that. “ah--see? you always get so tense.” he sighed, a little playful and over-exaggerated just to try and earn a smile from you. “you should be thankful to have such a sweet and handsome boyfriend...”

he hit a particularly sore spot, earning a groan of pain from you.

“oh, love...” his voice was softer then. “it’ll hurt a little, okay? let me know if it’s too much.”

he pressed his fingers into the knot he’d found, rubbing small circles slowly into your skin. he softly cooed at your whimper of pain, promising that he was only doing what he had to do in order to help you relax a little more.

“it wouldn’t get this bad if you came to me more,” he said, more serious than you expected him to be. normally, he’d be teasing you over the sounds you were making. instead, he just continued to massage out every knot and tense spot he found. “you take care of me when i need it. it’s okay to let me take care of you.”

“i know,” you sighed. “i just feel bad. you already deal with enough--”

“and you’re my partner and i love you and i want to be here for you, too,” jeonghan said, cutting you off. he climbed off of you, pulling your sweatshirt into his arms for a moment. “did that help? or do you need more?”

admittedly, jeonghan massaging your shoulders did make you feel a lot better. you hadn’t realized how tense you were. you ignored your sweatshirt as you crawled toward him, all but collapsing onto him. you shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you let out a heavy sigh.

“you don’t want it back?” he asked, acting as though he wasn’t about to pull it on himself. he liked stealing your bigger sweatshirts to look cozy in. it was always obvious when he did, in his friends’ opinions, because he always looked extra smug in being able to say that he was wearing his partner’s clothes.

(later that night, he would come back to the bedroom wearing your sweatshirt, takeout in hand and smiling with pride at successfully showing off that he was yours.)

“honey,” he said, reaching up to trace shapes onto your back, “don’t get too comfortable yet. i still need to get dinner.”

“mmhm,” you shut your eyes, relaxing against him.

“you look like you’re going to fall asleep.”

“and if i do?”

“you should eat first,” he hummed, drawing hearts now without much thought. “and then we can go to sleep.”

and yet he still let you cuddle in close, an arm draped around you that made you feel safe, a kiss pressed onto your temple.

[kitasfox]

Okay, okay listen: Miya Atsumu wasted doing horrible sex (like he gets off before putting it inside) and the reader has lost any interest in him but when he meets her again and discover how shameful it was he decides to make it up?

okay okay LISTEN WHAT IF READER IS NOW SAKUSAS GF THK??? WHAT ABOUT THEN??? OMG SHEJSJSBDV

a/n: ok I just wrote this bcs I had a dream about sakusa and i really really needed to write for him, and this was the only way I could think of </3 idk about this man I wrote it @ 3 am cuz I had a nightmare and this was a good distraction I hope yall like it

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

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warnings: spitting LETSGO mean sakusa nice(ish) atsumu, sakuatsu a lil, competitiveness, possessiveness, ughhh fucking, strong strong Lang, name calling, degrading, praising, a lil humiliation on tsumu the bimbo

Atsumu really doesn't know how it even came here.

The last thing he remembers, he was at the Gala, and you were with Sakusa; the pretty girlfriend of the popular volleyball player, who had finally brought with him to have people meet her.

How ugly of a coincidence it was, when you had come face to face, and realized you knew each other.

Fuck.

Atsumu doesn't even remember what had happened that night, really, all he remembers is your naked body under him, your pretty face and glossed lips pursed into a dissatisfied frown.

The same pout he's staring at now, seven years later, the memories coming to the blonde like flashes of a nightmare.

"—fuck, baby, you're so hot!" He remembers groaning at you, hands wandering over your body. "So fucking hot, look how hard I am."

He remembers how much his cock hurt as your hand stroked him over his pants, an act to make him feel good as you two made out— but not that good as he was rutting his hips up into your hand, moaning loudly into your ear, precum creating a spot on his jeans.

Well, you still had to admit he sounded good when he moaned.

Still— even that wasn't enough to phase your drunken mind to think anything about that night was hot, remembering how the both of you had pulled your clothes off in the blink of an eye, him pulling you into his strong arms and biting into the skin of your neck, all only exciting you for what turned out to be a disappointment.

"H-ah—" the blonde had moaned, hovering over you as he pumped his cock with a grin, face flushed with alcohol— a real pretty sight to see as you watch his muscles move under his skin, your legs wrapped around his narrow waist as he had rubbed his cock on your entrance, "fuck baby I'm close—"

"You're what?" You had asked, bewildered as you watched his cock twitch with need, precum oozing from the angry red tip when he had rutted against you once again, "—holy fuck, baby, fuck!"

He remembers, only now remembers your wide gaze, staring at him as if to ask "are you fucking serious right now?"

He remembers he was grinning, eyes closed, chest heaving as he lay there spent, the heaviness of alcohol coming down on him. The last thing he can even remember is your frustrated groan: "what the fuck?"

And now, you were here once again, just as pretty— even prettier, with that little black dress hugging your frame, eyes staring at him with a new maturity, lips glossed red.

Your hands were wrapped snugly around a curly-haired wing spikers arms when he had first seen you that night, and somehow, now, you were once again naked and whining under Atsumj- this time, however, with an audience and the need to prove.

(dude I'm so sorry for this sentence I was tipsy when I wrote it and I literally can't change it rn my mind goes blank so take this apology instead BAHAH)

"Oh, you know each other?" Sakusa had asked so unphased when you had scorned at the blond friend he had brought you to meet, Atsumu sending you silent pleas not to tell him but— "yeah, we fucked in college."

"Yeah but—" Atsumu tries to interject, change the topic somehow, somehow before Sakusa knows that he— "he came before he could even put it in."

Amusement lingers on your lips as you hide a smile, similar to the one Sakusa now has; a beautiful pair the two of you make, cruel and beautiful.

"I was wasted!" Atsumu groans, face burning with humiliation, trying to explain that it was only in the past— he didn't fuck like that anymore, he could make a girl go crazy with how much she came on his cock.

"Yeah?" Sakusa had arched his brow, black eyes glinting with something Atsumu can't decipher. Prove it then."

"Prove— what the fuck are ya sayin' 'omi?" With a burning excitement forming in the pit of his stomach, Atsumu looked adorable staring at you with wide eyes.

"I'm telling you to back your words up, Miya," Sakusa had smiled. "Or are you afraid?"

And in the whirl of a moment, it felt like seconds as you found yourself in Sakusa's place, clothes torn and thrown on the ground as a stranger's hands wandered over your body.

A strong contrast he is to your boyfriend, you realize; praises falling from his lips like prayer, groans and moans that have you fluttering around his cock, soft touch that doesn't leave handprints on your skin as Sakusa always does, mercy like you've never seen before— maybe a bit too much, too.

To the point where you're sobbing with pleasure.

"Fuck— oh, fuck!" You're crying, sobbing as Atsumu keeps pumping into your oversensitive pussy, wetness dripping down both your thighs. You claw at his chest with a loud cry when Atsumu brings his fingers down to circle your clit, a burning surge of pain running down your spine and making your whole body tremble. "—s too much, Atsumu it's too much— ah!"

"Take it, baby, I know you can," he heaves, golden eyes hooded and bright, breathless as he stills in you for a second. Blonde locks of hair stick on his flushed face. "Yer such a good girl, take my fuckin' cock, let me prove t'ya I'm so much better than what I was— I'm gonna show ya I can make ya cum."

His accent gets heavier as he gets closer to his orgasm, cock twitching in you like crazy, a telltale he's losing the tremendous control he hall night, edging himself for the past God knows how many hours.

You don't notice— but Atsumu hasn't come once since the night had started.

"Such a good girl, fuck, feeling good, pretty girl?"

"A whore is what she is," Sakusa interrupts with a mean frown, "a little slut, addicted to cock, aren't ya? Look at this face." His fingers dig into your cheeks as he forces your head up to look at him, mouth hanging open, eyes lidded as fat tears fall from them, you look thoroughly fucked dumb. "You call this a good girl?"

The way he stares down at you with disgust, Atsumu moans loudly when you clamp down on him like you've never before.

Sakusa grins— after all, however he might try, Atsumu can never make you cum as he does, and it seems that he intends to make it clear.

Atsumu's gaze meets Sakusa's; he has never seen the wing spiker like this before, so possessive and threatening as Sakusa leans forward, face hovering over yours, curls brushing over your face, and spits.

Of course, you don't waste a second before swallowing, eyes looking back up at your cruel boyfriend as you wait for his next order.

"That's a good girl." Sakusa tells Atsumu, patting your cheek approvingly.

"Fuck you, 'omi." Atsumu groans, once again starting to rut into you, this time with newfound fervor as he seems to have forgotten just how big of a cock he has, literally splitting you open as he pushes in and out. "Watching your girlfriend get fucked by your rival— you getting turned on by this?"

"No, I get turned on by seeing you make a fool of yourself." Sakusa snaps, and only you know how Atsumu twitches inside you at that. "You call this fucking a girl? Pathetic."

"Shut yer trap," Atsumu groans, you feel his hands gripping you even tighter, although you have a feeling it's not with anger, "I'm fucking yer girl an' I'm fucking her good. Just look how she's creamin' on me like a whore, or drooling all over her fuckin self."

"Isn't that right, pretty girl?" Atsumu turns back to you, landing a soft slap on your clit to make you scream, "gonna beg for me to make you cum? Let your boyfriend hear you be a pathetic little slut for someone else?"

"—yes I-"

"That's right," Sakusa grins, "she has to beg for you not to cum early."

You swear, for a moment, the man fucking into you isn't Atsumu anymore.

Your screams ring in the room as Sakusa finally goes quiet, jerking himself off to the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting used by a man possessed; a man who hates to lose, a man of greed.

You're gasping for air as he knocks the wind out of you with every snap of his hips, choked gasps falling from your lips as your spent body moves with his force like a lifeless ragdoll—

"Fu—ah- fuck!" Every muscle in your body tightening, yearning for a high that is too much for your exhausted body- "She's cumming." Two words from your boyfriend, and you're clamping down like crazy on Atsumu's cock, sobbing with squeaky whines as your orgasm washes over you right before unconsciousness does.

"H-holy fuck." Atsumu groans when you go limp, placing you gently on the bed, making sure you're okay, and Sakusa is okay with it.

A nod from the man, and Atsumu finally let himself fall back on the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths, cock still hard and leaking against his abs, his body twitching with need.

"Aren't you gonna cum?" Sakusa speaks from where he sits, his cock also hard between his pretty hands. He lets go of it, frowning and hissing as he pulls his pants back up and walks over to the bed, on Atsumu's side.

"Go on," Sakusa tells the man, squirming in his place, face dark and mind hazy with the need to release, Sakusa's hands feel so soothing as it traces shapes against his cheek. "you did good, Atsumu. Go on, come for me."

[literaryobsession]

when all is gone || bakugo x fem!reader

summary: bakugo discovers you got cheated on

warning: swearing, y/n gets cheated on

word count: 1294

chapters: i, iii

ii

pink_menace : how is she?

number1dynamight : had one slice of pizza.

manlyredriooot: HANG ON? WHAT? ARE U AT HER PLACE RN?

lightningmcqueen_kachow: SHE DIDN'T EVEN OPEN THE DOOR FOR ME. I NEED ANSWERS

number1dynamight: had to come over. can't get murder out of my head.

cellophanebaby: ah, i get it. wanna beat the crap out of that guy rn!!!! knew he wasn't up to anything good when we met him

pink_menace: alright calm down everyone. y/n needs us. i'll be over in the morning.

lightningmcqueen_kachow: me too!!!!

manlyredriooot: will bring food

cellophanebaby: see u guys

Bakugo huffed as he put his phone on the coffee table by him. He decided to stay for the night since it was really late when he got you to bed. He managed to make you eat the slice of pizza that you weren't even too enthusiastic to finish.

What am I doing here? He scolded himself as he stared at the ceiling. Although you insisted you would be a much better fit for the couch, Bakugo didn't let you have a say on where he's sleep for the night. You were right though - he was cramped but he wouldn't admit being wrong.

He rubbed his face with a hand out of frustration and closed his eyes. Now isn't the time to realize he actually had feelings for you. Not when you just got out of a relationship. You got cheated on! How annoying would it be to have your friend tell you how they feel after just a few hours of arguing with your ex? Besides, you had enough problems on your plate. He didn't want to add up to anything. He'll just have to sort this some other time.

For now, he'll have to focus on you and your healing.

The first morning is always the worst. You found yourself unable to even sit up on your bed as reality started crashing down on you again. It was like a large portion of your heart got ripped out of your chest, never to be seen again.

You started crying again, one of the many you'll do for every single day of the month. You've been dating your boyfriend for a while and it wasn't even something you'd expect him to do. You actually thought you'd end up together - apparently, he had other plans.

"Oy! Where's your damn whisk?" You paused and looked at the door where the voice came from. You almost forgot that Bakugo stayed the night.

"What?"

"The whisk! Where's the damn whisk?"

You stepped out of your bed and wiped away your tears with a hand. When you opened the door, you found Bakugo with his eyebrow raised. "Your kitchen is a mess. How do you find anything in there?" He turned his back to you and you followed him to the kitchen, where you found your friends making breakfast. Mina was looking through the cupboards, Kirishima was chopping up fruits, Kaminari and Sero were both measuring random dry ingredients. They all looked at you when you entered and you felt yourself tearing up again.

You didn't expect they'd be there. Not this early.

You met Bakugo's gaze, there was a hint of a smile on his face when he saw your reaction. Then it was gone, "The whisk?"

"Oh, right right." You hurried to one drawer and rummaged through the utensils you never really use. You didn't cook but it was fun to have these around, it always made you feel like you're a real adult. You handed it to him before Kaminari opened his arms for you. You accepted his embrace, even though he was coated in light dust of flour. "Hey, Kaminari."

"Hello, babe." He gave you a squeeze, "We got you now, okay?"

You nodded before burying your face on the crook of his neck. "Thank you guys."

"Ah! It's nothing, Y/N!" You felt another pair of arms around you. You guessed this was Mina. "We love you, of course, we'll be here!"

And then another pair, "Do you want us to beat him up? We could totally take him on." Sero's tone was full of mischief but a part of you knows that he was serious.

"No! Don't!" You laughed. You were all Pro Heroes and that would most likely get your licenses revoked.

When the three let go of you, Kirishima laid a gentle hand on your head. You didn't know how this habit started but it always made you feel loved and appreciated. "Wish for anything and I'll make sure you get it." Kirishima always treated you like the younger sister he never had, which may be the cause of why he felt so protective over you when your friendship grew over time.

"Thanks, guys." You looked at their smiling faces. You weren't completely alone and it was one of your mistakes to ever think that you were. You had your friends and they'll come for your aid whenever you need it.

"You extras are so dramatic." Bakugo rolled his eyes as he started combining every single ingredient in one bowl.

"Hey! You went here! We only told you to call!" Mina pointed out with a teasing grin. The group has always thought that Bakugo has a soft spot for you, the one they only get to see when the explosive blond doesn't think anyone is looking. They never got to confirm it before though, his fond expression for you goes away in mere seconds.

"Ha?" Bakugo's eyebrows met as he dropped the whisk, opened his palm. "What did you say?"

Kirishima immediately jumped in between before a fight breaks out. "No fighting, please! The last time we fought, we broke a lot of stuff."

"And my apartment is still suffering." Kaminari popped a piece of strawberry in his mouth.

You laughed at the interaction. This was one of the things you loved about your friends, the entire dynamic will never get old.

Although you had a heavy heart, knowing you had your friends around you who are all willing to lend you a hand to carry the baggage you had, made everything feel better.

Maybe it will be a while before you go back to your normal self, maybe even grow from this experience but having these people around you will definitely make the entire journey worthwhile.

"Are you sure you can go to work tomorrow?" Bakugo asked you before he left your apartment. He had some things to do for the hero agency and he was almost hesitant to leave.

"Yes. I'll be fine. I'm a strong Pro Hero, if I wasn't, you certainly wouldn't be friends with me." You gave him a big grin. Your friends all left before Bakugo since he wanted to clean the kitchen which Kaminari and Sero messed up.

He stared at you for a while, "There's nothing fucking wrong with crying, alright? Strong people will admit their weaknesses." His eyebrows were furrowed and you have never seen him this concerned and serious.

You have been friends for years but this is the only time he really looked worried about you. Most of the time, he shrugs everything off. He'd tell you to be better, to do better but he hasn't scolded you yet.

Maybe he knows you didn't need his harsh reality check so he didn't attempt to. He actually is a good person inside, underneath his very thick exterior of brashness.

"Thank you, Kacchan."

"What for?"

"For coming over. Don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Bakugo smirked, "Nah, you just need to be reminded about how badass you are. Cry about it now but I know you'd eventually get over the asshole." He then gave you a nod, "Call if you need anything, alright?"

"Gotcha."

[fandomlit]

secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara​

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date. 

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

..

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

..

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

..

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

..

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

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