#now i feel like a dumbass because i caused this suffering myself

[flintstill]

Good LORD my anxiety just caused me 3+ weeks of UNNECESSARY suffering.

I was dogsitting about about that long ago, and the first day, the people left at 5:30am. My sleep schedule is severely fucked so I got there as soon as I woke up and got ready, at 3:30pm (the dog holds its bladder for 14-15 hours overnight per their schedule, which to me is insane but whatever)

I get there and there's a stain on the rug. I dab and rinse and blot. I panic to my mom. She says 'oh that's a [natural fiber I'd never heard of] rug, water will stain it/you can't clean them' FUCK

I pour kosher salt on it, i vacuum it up after a while, I get an industrial drier (we had one), my mom consults with a professional carpet cleaner who says you can't clean them, or you can but it's at owner's risk and can make things worse. FUCK.

we research a lot online about pet stains and this fiber type. We try something. It lessened the stain but didn't get rid of it, and it slightly bleached it in parts (my mom couldn't tell but I could. I painted tea on those parts, still looked lighter than before).

Did the best I could until their regular dogsitter and dogwalker came to take over for me for the next week.

Should have told her immediately, but thought i could fix it. I could not, then agonized about how to tell her/how much of a fuckup I was (and feeling like a giant fuckup is why i felt I had to fix it in the first place before telling)

then got distracted with this high stakes stuff that has soon deadlines, so just now told her.

do you know what she said?

She said the stain was there. That she had spilled something.

ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME.

3 WEEKS OF ANXIOUS SUFFERING

like fucking lesson learned - speak up immediately

[thelonelysoulhome]

Doumeki is the first person ever to reach out his hand to Yashiro:

(Part 3)

When Doumeki first meet Yashiro he is a 36 years old man with strong anchored beliefs, that diged all his traumas deep deep inside of him, traumas that he nourished everyday for 26 years at this point. He suffers, but in silence,

he suffers, but nobody sees, cause he's really good at hiding, at faking, after all, people are actors.

Like I said before Doumeki is the first person ever to ask Y if he's okay and that on their first encounter.

For the first time in Yashiro's life someone try to help him.

And ask a question: are you okay ? Are you okay with what happening ? Do you need help ?

At this point it's not like Y could Say:

"Oh yes I'm deeply traumatised from all the abuse I lived as a kid and that never ended till now, I had to face everything alone and to endure everything, I had to hide the true me real real deep and live as a cold lustful maso cat seeking violent sex as a coping mechanism to protect myself from more external harm"

He's more like;

"Of course I'm okay dumbass... I like violent sex, I can't feel anything if it's not painfull, I always lived like this and it's fine, I don't need anyone, I'm alright as long as everyone treats me like they always did : badly, without care, like an old rag.

For Yashiro, the familiar feel safe, and the change feel overwhelming, frightning.

That how his distorted brain function .

It's in this state of mind that he come into the presence of Doumeki.

We know D always though that Y was beautyful, (he confess that to Y in chapter 1), and that the yakuza world could not be that bad if someone like Y was part of it.

But everything takes a big shift when Y help D to reconnect with his sister Aoi :

At this moment D understand that Y is more than what he just pretends to be.

Y is neither cold or cruel, he's the opposite of that, he's gentle, he's kind, he's sensible, he don't judge, he's strong, cause suffering is never a reason to pity someone, it's a reason to respect them, respect for their strenght to endure it.

Y never shows those sides of him, he try hard to burie them cause for him, they are weaknesses, and he can't take the risk to be weak again.

But it's too late, D already saw little fragmants of the real Y.

And now, he's resilied to stay by his side no matter what :

"I'll do anything, as long as I can stay beside you"

He'll do anything, but it's only a matter of time for him to no longer being able to bear the way people treat Y, and the way Y treat's himself.

D don't understand how kage dosen't notice Y like he does,

He is angry that nobody sees Y the way his eyes do it.

Haaa look at how he stare at his smile... He just want to see him happy.

(The world D use in japanese for 'beautiful' is "きれい" (kirei) that kinda mean beautiful but also clean or pure, meaning that he think Y is beautiful on the outside but also and mainly from the inside)

For him Yashiro is kind, strong and beautiful.

He keeps on by saying that he respect Yashiro.

He's attracted to Y in a way he never been before with anyone, and he sincerely care for Y.

He don't want to use him like a toy like misumi.

He don't pity him like kage.

He don't want him to be something else (a woman) like ryuzaki

(that a deeply dislike btw... And Y is so kind that he take risk to save his ass..)

He love's Y for who he trully is, and he want to protect him.

In this moment D is mad and frustrated, not because Y is having sex with another guy, but because he is being harmed by someone, again. He want's to deffend him but he feel powerless, and that hurt him a lot.

I see some people saying that D is possesive and jealous, and that he has no words to say about what Y is doing with his body, (and normaly I agree whit that) but we know Y's case is far from being normal. Y uses violent sex as a form of self harm to cope with his trauma.

All the men Y encountered always treated and abused him really really badly,

And Y let it all happen not by choice, but because he never lived something else, he been used his whole life, he never chosed anything that happened to him, he undergoes everything . everyone always treated him badly everyone neglected him; his stepdad, his mom, shcool, all the men he encountered, ryuzaki, misumi, they all abused him, and he is so deep in selfloathing that he dosen't care anymore. He's resilieted, he so damaged that his numb.

But D is not okay with that. Is that something this bad ? Is that this bad to want to protect someone you love and care for, from further harm and abuse ?

D is not just being possesive and jealous, he can't bear seeing Y being treated this way. Who could ?

If you saw someone you love and care deeply for, harming themself daily in front of you, you won't do anything ? You won't try to stop them ? You won't try to protect them from this harm ? You can't just say "oh I'm not interfering, their life their choices" when someone is consuming themself little by little in front of your eyes.

Yashiro did not chose this, he suffered, and then he made himself suffer, cause it's the only thing he knows.

No one ever tend he's hand to him, and told him that he doesn't need to treat himself this way anymore...💔

See you part 4.

(How many part I'm gonna write, bear with me lol)

[esther-dot]

What upsets me the most about the dumbass Sansa vs Arya thing (other than it only existing because antis hate Sansa that much) is that... what does it add to the story? This isn't fandom stuff, this is something antis genuinely want for the story, but what does it ADD? What is the POINT? What value does these 2 siblings fighting against each other would give to the story? To the message and theme? It's even more worthless than the boring Cleganebowl shit.

Sansa and Arya, two siblings from the main family of the series that the story centers on, fighting and hating each other is detrimental to literally EVERYTHING. ASOIAF is LOADED with family dynamics that are actually toxic and destructive to the members. We have the Targaryens, we have the Greyjoys, we have the LANNISTERS. Westeros is so bereft of families that love each other, making the ONE family that genuinely love each other and doing their best to reunite hate each other is so... just spit on GRRM and the effort he put into House Stark, why don't you?

I don't want to sound like a pretentious ass, but these people should not read a series like ASOIAF if they're gonna let their petty feelings and opinions impact the series as a whole. They can hate Sansa, but if they hate her to the point where it impacts their reading of the series, then put it down and go read something simpler. Or just stick to fanfics because their disturbing hate fantasy will never be canon, sorry antis

(about this ask)

I talked about this before and now can’t find the post, but Arya and Jon fans who hate Sansa are holding her responsible for the problems with society that Martin is criticizing. They are missing that society is being criticized from different angles to allow us to see all the ways it’s hurting people. Rather than realizing it isn’t the little girl who caused their pain, with them we are getting two critiques (coming from different directions) of their world. Jon is excluded, Arya is expected to conform.

Jon wants in, Arya wants out.

And of course, Sansa suffers as well. She may fulfill the ideal in a way that Arya cannot, but that doesn’t save her. We have Elia and Lyanna which is another picture of conformity/non-conformity —both of them die. There is a much larger part of the story here that is the driving force of what these characters suffer, it’s a shame to dismiss all of that in order to hate on Sansa.

I have no gatekeeping instinct. I’m happy to read different takes (within reason — absolutely no Sansa hate which is why I don’t do much with anyone beyond our corner), I have read and written Martin critical stuff, I don’t mind people coming away with different interpretations. I enjoy that (within reason), and that’s a part of who I am beyond fandom so that isn’t gonna change. I simply decide, “well, I certainly never want to hear from that blogger/that part of the fandom again,” but as far as I know, they’re an angry 13yo who will reread the series in a year or two and realize, oh, the Sansa and Arya conflict is created by external forces, and actually, they can understand the pressures Sansa struggled with as well. I’m a big fan of leaving room for growth, and literature has a special way of allowing us to see things in new ways and helping us evolve as I individuals. I’d never be in favor of taking it away from anyone no matter how much I think they misunderstand it. You never know what the future holds and if one day, they’ll get it.

Also, I don’t have a perfect grasp on what Martin is doing myself. The endgame of some of the characters strikes me as….uh, less realistic, and more, whimsical, so unless I’m gonna throw out my books, I’m not gonna pretend to be more deserving than any one else. I will filter and block though because when it comes to Sansa haters:

making the ONE family that genuinely love each other and doing their best to reunite hate each other is so... just spit on GRRM and the effort he put into House Stark, why don't you?

So, uh, not to annoy you further, anon, but I didn’t call what I had written “wish-fulfillment” for nothing. 😬 I definitely think expecting the Starks to kill each other is absurd, but as a Jonsa, I’m not sure how Arya would be able to accept that relationship, and I do wonder if it’s Martin’s way of allowing tension and conflict within the Starks even upon their reunion. Maybe I worry for nothing, but Jon is Arya’s person, he made her feel love and accepted, for him to be in love with Sansa…I worry that Arya would feel displaced, and how quickly Martin would find a resolution there.

Many others have previously looked at how Martin seems to have no problem writing brothers / guys having healthy relationships, but likes to have sisters at odds. There’s a dearth of healthy female relationships, so it’s an opportunity for him to break that pattern, and if Arya was accepting of it I suppose it could be a contrast to the Cat/LF/Lysa mess. That may be the goal he’s working towards, and to your point, that adds to the story in sadly lacking area. All the same, while I do think the Starks love and will be loyal to each other, I’m not sure how warm and cozy things will be on the page? I have some concerns about what he’s making room for. But that is the benefit of being in a fandom with so many emotionally mature fic writers who value and prioritize female relationships. I get to read healthy relationships either way!

[mint-yooxgi]

Está bien, voy a hablar en español porque si no no sé expresarme bien.

La persona que dijo que ese capítulo era "cringe" fue innecesariamente desagradable y maleducada, ahí no hay dudas.

Pero la forma en que respondisteis tanto tu como muchos otros seguidores estaba (en mi opinión) fuera de lugar. Se puede llamar la atención por un comportamiento sin llamar "hoe" a nadie.

Y seamos sinceros, sí que insinuaste que el motivo de ese mensaje era toda la discusión de las masterlist, y no que a "cringe anon" podría simplemente no hablerle gustado el capítulo. Así que ahí diste pie a que tiraran hate a otro autor. Está bien cometer errores, pero también debes saber aceptarlo y pedir disculpas cuando te equivoques.

Y por último (esto es una observación personal), siempre pides feedback cuando publicas algo, para lo cual estás en todo tu derecho. Pero el feedback es tanto positivo como negativo, también se debería dar una crítica constructiva sin miedo a que te ataquen por ello ni te acusen de tener otro motivo oculto para tener dicha opinión.

PD. You are very tallented but i think you are under a lot of stress, its okay to take a break and not answer while youre disturbed, and i mean that honestly im not saying it in a bitchy way

I'm providing a screenshot of the translation, as well as the copy-pasted version of the English translation down below so people can't keep coming back at me for 'mistranslating' something. This is getting way out of hand, and I'm tired of repeating myself and talking in circles.

Translation: Okay, I'm going to speak in Spanish because otherwise I won't know how to express myself well. The person who said that chapter was "cringe" was unnecessarily unpleasant and rude, there's no doubt about it. But the way you and many other followers responded was (in my opinion) out of line. You can get attention for a behavior without calling anyone a "hoe." And let's be honest, you did hint that the reason for that message was the whole masterlist discussion, and not that "cringe anon" might simply not like the chapter. So there you gave rise to another author being hated. It's okay to make mistakes, but you should also know how to accept it and apologize when you make a mistake. And lastly (this is a personal observation), you always ask for feedback when you publish something, which you have every right to do. But feedback is both positive and negative, constructive criticism should also be given without fear of being attacked for it or accused of having another ulterior motive for having that opinion.

I'm going to put my response under a read more, because this was a lot.

Okay, first things first. I would LOVE for you all to show me where I, emphasis on I, called anyone a "hoe". Because in my vivid recollection, and as you can see in this screenshot below. I, emphasis again on I, was called a "dumbass hoe always complaining."

I would literally LOVE to see exactly where I called someone a hoe. Please, point it out to me. Cause either I'm suffering from severe memory loss, or things are being wildly misinterpreted on someone else's part.

Also, please DO show me where I "gave rise to another author being hated". Cause, as far as I can tell, I never ONCE implied an author to be behind the 'cringe anon' ask. I recognize I got a few ASKS implying that, but at the end of the fucking day, MY followers were coming onto MY blog to defend ME from a fucking RUDE ASS ANON who sent CRITICISM, not even CONSTRUCTIVE to ME about a fic I posted at the END OF SEPTEMBER. It is now HALFWAY through DECEMBER. A little later for 'constructive' criticism, don't you think?

I already answered an ask regarding the timing of these whole anons, which can be found here. Feel free to peruse at your own leisure.

MAKE. IT. MAKE. SENSE.

Yes, I DO ask for feedback when I FIRST POST a work of fiction. But let's be very clear, that very first 'cringe anon' ask I got, was not fucking 'feedback'. I am going to be very fucking direct here when I say you all need to go learn the fucking difference between CONSTRUCTIVE feedback, and straight up criticism.

Something constructive would offer examples. It would not frame the ask as if I should be ashamed for even being capable of producing something 'cringe' and 'unaturally writen'. (Unnaturally written, I digress, but I'm quoting here; providing examples).

Here is the ask in question below which started this whole 'cringe anon' thing.

Again, referencing the TIMING of this whole ordeal, it is VERY fucking obvious this ask was sent because someone was butthurt I made THIS post.

WHY YOU SHOULD TAG AUTHORS IN YOUR FIC REC POSTS.

I'm glad to know that SO many of your attitude regarding a literally hate anon that was sent to me, while said anon was being very rude about it towards me, is "you should roll over and LET them step all over you." I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This is MY fucking blog. If I receive a rude ANONYMOUS message shitting all over my hard work, yeah, I'm going to be fucking upset about it. Just like I'm fucking upset about this now.

Also, I DON'T CONTROL OTHER PEOPLE'S ACTIONS!

Just as certain people will defend me regarding this entire ordeal, others will not. Others, like you here, anon, will not agree with me, but I feel like you're getting a lot of your facts mixed up, and THAT is not fair. You're free to oppose me, to say how I responded was rude, and perhaps it was, to some people. I honestly took the anons lightly, I made a joke out of it, as you can CLEARLY SEE in my responses to both anons. Until other people started banging their pots and pans, crying that I, emphasis on I, am the one calling other people 'hoe's, and being rude to hateful anons, I was not thinking about people actually coming onto MY BLOG and defending the ANONYMOUS PERSON sending ME hate!

And let's examine the idea of constructive criticism, shall we? You know when that is actually acceptable? When the product in question is still being constructed! Chapter Fifteen (15) of Paradise Gardens had been out for WELL over two months at this point. If I had gotten this same ask back when I was first ASKING for feedback, I probably would have shrugged it off, went, "okay, thanks, but that's just your opinion. Sorry you didn't enjoy the chapter." And guess what? My followers STILL would have more than likely come to my defence and send stuff like, "idk what that other anon was on about, but the chapter was incredible!"

No body knows my blog better than I do. I run it, for fuck's sake! But let's understand the full picture before you try and focus on the (very jumbled, and clearly very wrong) details you might have.

Am I adding more fuel to the fire at this point? Maybe. Am I fucking mad this keeps going on when all I originally asked for was basic fucking RESPECT for your favourite authors by showing them SUPPORT with a tag in your fic rec posts? Yes. Yes I fucking am.

Like, let's break this down for a second. This is ALL really about SOMEONE, emphasis on SOMEONE because I don't know fucking WHO it is since the 'cringe anon's came on exactly that, ANON. This is really ALL about someone taking time out of THEIR fucking day to be salty in MY ask box, on MY blog, because I made a post (again, linked above in all caps) stating why you should have basic respect, common curtesy, be a decent fucking human being, and tag your authors in your fic rec posts.

Good fucking day.

[egoistars]

FIRST KISS pjsk

what ur first kiss was like with the future world star

writing + hc ：crack, mentions of blood, tsukasa tenma is a DUMBASS (affectionate)

TSUKASA TENMA

you hid your mouth with your palm as you let out a long yawn after walking through phoenix wonderland to go home with your bff forever tsukasa. the sun was beginning to set, red and orange hues washing through the stray clouds like strokes of vibrant watercolor as they bled into the purple of night.

it seemed that the blond had just finished a musical solo on stage as his fellow crew members were clapping for him, sitting in the front row of the wonder stage. tsukasa heavily panted, a proud smile on his face while his hand was placed on his chest.

"[name]! you just missed the best part!"

"best part as in you running off tempo like four times?" nene muttered, getting a laugh from you and an faux offended face from tsukasa.

"whoops. i guess i'll have to visit another time and see for myself."

"OH! RIGHT! i haven't even explained to you the plot to this months show!" tsukasa excitedly dragged took your hand and dragged you with a disgusting amount of force ( how the hell did some lame ass like him have this much strength? you don't know ). "so basically, i, prince pegasus the eighteenth of the rainbow kingdom comes face to face with a rebellion from my people because the fairy dust st industry has been failing and very out of character for me, i've done nothing to help. can you believe that?!"

"that must be so humbling for you," you teased. "about time."

"what the hell?! anyway, turns out the head fairy, played by nene, does not have enough musical power to produce fairy dust from her singing because music has been lacking amongst the fairies! and emu, who's part of the rebellion, demands that my royal orchestra play for the fairies and in the end, the kingdoms fairy dust is restored and BAM! happily ever after!"

"goddamn how many plots does rui pull out of his ass?"

"...is that a compliment?" tsukasa blinked.

"don't worry about it," you quickly divert, causing tsukasa's mouth to momentarily open in protest, but quickly close. "you should sing something from the play for me. i want to hear what you guys wrote."

"HAHA! anything for my loyal fan."

"on second thought, i'm leaving."

"wait! stay! i'll sing!" he yelled after you. clearing his through twice before quickly running through a scale to warm up.

the song was a soft ballad, the lyrics written witj poetic artistry, portraying the feelings of a prince with regret. this song seemed to take place during the emotional climax of the play where tsukasa's character snaps out of his arrogant and selfish state of mind, realizing how much his people are suffering and begins to break. you've always admired how well tsukasa portrayed extreme emotions in his acting and if you were any meaner, you'd say he reminds you of those shitty tiktok povs where you have a limited amount of farts or something but being the best friend you are, you kept your mouth shut.

the song came to an end and this time, it was you who had their mouth dropped open.

"holy shit i could make out with your voice right now."

his brain SHORT CIRCUITED

smth up there fried and died right in the moment

my boys eyes went blank and stared at you for a good minute before he literally FLUNG his tall ass body at you and crashed his head into yours

man was in autopilot

you thought you broke your nose

your lips hurt but hey!!! shut up!!! stop complaining!!! future world star is literally kissing(?) you be grateful

but bro he was passionate

eyes squeezed close, sucking the hell out of your lips

he doesn't know how to kiss

tsukasa is not a star, he is a black hole trying to swallow you whole starting from your lips

you were planning to contact true crime podcasts for a new case

he only pulled back after he felt smth warm dripping into the kiss and turns out his nose was bleeding 🧍‍♀️

you laughed in his face

bro was too embarrassed to care and ran away like the pussy he is to shove a tissue up his nostril

dw u kissed him later but properly

tsukasa now has a note in his phone titled "days since i kissed [name] and how idk where our relationship lies: 1"

"i'm impressed you were able to kiss them but not ask them out. that's kinda funny tbh. loser behavior" - rui in the wxs groupchat later

[jamieanovels]

Let's reintroduce myself....

Since I haven't used this blog in 4 years, I thought I'd put together a writeblr intro to pin on my page!

The basics about me:

Name: Jamie/Jam

Age: 25

Pronouns: she/her

Aroace

Taiwanese American

I'm a:

Writer

Artist

Kpop & music enthusiast

I've been a sci-fi/fantasy reader and writer for most of my life, but have recently developed an interest in contemporary fiction (Emily Henry's People We Meet on Vacation literally changed my life). I'm more than happy to read anything as long as it catches my interest &/or involves some of my favorite tropes: found family, sibling reconciliation, redemption arcs, and corruption arcs.

Current WIP: The Composition of Us (TCOU/Tea Cow)

UPDATE: I'm currently looking for beta readers for this book!! Please check out this form if you're interested.

I almost exclusively refer to this project as tea cow because I'm a dumbass who likes amusing herself haha. It's a story very close to my heart that uses the building blocks of a traditional romance to explore asexuality, aromanticism, friendship, family, and chronic illness. More under the cut~

I remember writeblr being a wonderful, tight-knit, and supportive community 4 years ago, and I'm glad to see that this still seems to be the case. Looking forward to supporting other writers and making new friends!!

More about The Composition of Us (TCOU/Tea Cow)

Ruby Wang is a career woman determined to keep her work first priority. However, after a particularly bad bout of dizziness, she loses her job and begrudgingly returns to her hometown, only to find herself pulled into the messy love life of her childhood best friend. The Composition of Us uses the building blocks of a traditional romance to explore aromantic & asexual identity, friendship, family, and chronic illness.

Includes:

A non-love rectangle

Asian Parents™

Musicians and lots of music talk

Childhood friendship !!!!

A blond British himbo

The most indecisive nepotism baby to ever live

Why this story?

Over the last 2 years, I've been suffering from intermittent bouts of dizziness and head pressure. Recently, I finally got my diagnosis of vestibular migraine, which has been a relief and given me a lot of clarity. Nonetheless, the harrowing experience of not knowing what was wrong with me and feeling like this long-unexplainable something was ruining every part of my life caused me to start creating stories about it to make it more manageable.

TCOU was originally my response to a friend's challenge to write a contemporary story. I've never written anything contemporary other than fics before, so I thought it would be an exciting project to get me out of my comfort zone. The concept started out as an aroace, chronically ill Pride & Prejudice, but has evolved into something very different. I now think of it as more of a general romance for non-romantics. It's a story about aro and ace people getting to star in their own romance. It's about a chronically ill heroine learning to love herself. It's about people using (but not totally adhering) to societal constraints in order to claw their way to their happy endings.

If you'd like to stay updated on tea cow, let me know and I can set up a tag list! Plus, I'm always open to questions if you have any lmao

[thethinkingaurora]

I’ve just seen my first radqueer blog, and holy fuck is it disgusting

When I’m saying radqueer I’m specifically talking about transid and transdisabled and stuff like that because that was the main focus of the blog it seems

If you don’t know, transid and such is basically saying you identify as trans but your not actually trans, you’re cis but you want the label, and transdisabled is the same thing but they’re saying they’re disabled (whether that be physically or mentally) when they’re not

If you don’t agree with what I say here or you want to debate me on it, I’ll happily respond anyways onto the actual post

Ok so I came across the blog thanks to @urlocalsupermarketofendocrinosis and you can trawl through they’re reblogs/posts to find the account if you wish, and honestly the blog was impressively stupid

So to start off the blogger (I’ll refer to them as that as they asked to not be referred to as a person so I won’t) says they are transRussian, transUkranian and transJapanese but they’re actually American (at least I think that’s what they were trying to say) so they’re already saying they’re part of 3 different nationalities 2 of which are at war with eachother and while yes it’s possible and there are people who have citizenship in multiple countries that is not their nationality as your nationality is your place of birth

Next they said they were transdisabled with about every mental disorder under the sun (I’m talking all of them from BPD to ASD to ADHD to Schizophrenia to depression to ASPD, it just keeps going on) and then rickets and scurvy and POTs and it a whole host of other things

Next they have transage with about 16 different things there and the only number was 17 and then stuff like permakid, permateen, nounage, schizage and again you guessed it it keep going on

We also have trans race which is more of this shit and it keeps going on

So that’s the blogs pinned post well most of it anyway (I could probably fill an A4 page with all the labels they have there)

So now my problem with this

The concept as a whole is either sad or disgusting and disrespectful

They come along here and say oh I’m disabled because I feel like it when there is actually disabled people who suffer because of their conditions and this kid thinks it’s alright to just be like “ooh a disability I like it I’ll add it to my character traits list to make myself more interesting” which is just so goddam disrespectful

Or say I’m this nationality and that one and this one like my guy do you not know how logic works, you were not born in these places, you are not from these places like if you’re really gonna defend people like this what are you supposed to do, it’s just stupid and a miserable attempt to add interest to a boring character, there are certain things that are facts about you like where you were born and your DNA which do not change ever you can change your gender, you can change your name, you can change your body you can change your voice, but you cannot change your nationality

Another thing they also said they were transid but then literally said they were cis, like come on, they’re mutually exclusive you dumbass

Ok age, that’s another constant that is near unchangeable, you can change your legal age (I think) but you cannot change your actual age

They also say that they are autistic and ADHD and BPD (I’m not sure if them being a system is another radqueer thing but I’m going to go off of the point that there was only one name and the lack of plural pronouns like “we” or “us”), I actually have friends with a lot of these conditions and I have a few myself and they can cause problems and be inconvenient on a daily basis and it’s just disrespectful to people like us to say that your mentally ill or suffering a condition that your not purely because you want to be interesting

Oh yeah also if the blogger responds don’t be surprised if they respond with something about gender dysphoria when that wasn’t mentioned here at all

So yeah to close this off being transid or transdisabled or anything like this is sad and disgusting you are trying to add interest to your life with labels because you don’t have a personality so here’s something you can do throw away all of this bullshit and make yourself a life, discover who you really are instead of building a costume of fake labels in a desperate plight for friends and attention

Oh yeah the person was @emopack

And if you really want to justify this bullshit explain how you transition to being autistic or any of the other things said here

Finally this is not me being transphobic, this is not me being ableist if anything these sort of people are being those for impersonating and mocking disabled and trans people, but if you can find a genuine reason that this is transphobic or ableist tell me and if it’s an actual reason I’ll edit if not delete the post

[bloodymiso]

Hi hi~! I was wondering if I can have a male stardew valley matchup please?

I’m a 25 year old female. I’m 5’4 with dyed burgundy hair and big green eyes. I also wear glasses and have a few piercings (nose and lots of ear piercings). I’m also a little on the chubby side.

Personality: I’m very shy and awkward around at first, but once I’m comfortable with someone I’ll warm up to them fast. I’m also more talkative, bubbly, giggly, sarcastic and a tad bit moody. I can also be mischievous and cause some chaos when I’m bored. I also suffer from anxiety and depression, so I need Simeon who can be patient and understanding. I hate confrontation, so I’ll avoid it as much as possible. I’m not a physical person as touching makes me anxious at times. But I’m very touchy and affectionate with loved ones. More of a reserved and calm person and rather watch my surroundings than participate in socializing. I’m also very sensitive and kind of a hot-head. I can be social if I want, but I’d rather keep to myself and stay home. Sometimes I don’t act my age because of how playful and youthful I come across.

Likes/dislikes and hobbies: if I see anything cute and fluffy I will absolutely melt! I also love kids and would like some in the future. I have two cats of my own, so an animal lover is a must! I enjoy playing instruments, gaming, watching trashy shows, traveling, doing my makeup, banter/teasing and naps! I can literally sleep all day long with no interruptions. Also enjoy spooky things and going on ghost hunts. Absolutely hate spiders, loud abrupt noises and crowds.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day/night~!

i ship you with..

sam!!

okay hear me out hear me out. when i started reading i honestly thought “oh def seb or harvey” but then i remember sam exists.

hes really immature for his age but willing to listen to anyone’s problems. he cant just turn on and off adult-mode but he can in the right situation. whenever you need comfort or a hug, he’s there.

i feel like you would have met sam through an injury. you were walking down willow lane when he was skateboarding and hit you like the dumbass he is. rather than going to harvey’s he brought you into the house with the help of jodi. as he *cough*jodi*cough* patched you up.

“sorry for the scratch..”

he actually felt so bad though like legit puppy eyes. he always saw you walking down willow lane to get to the beach or to yk any other part of the town but he never dared to even make eye contact with you. ever since that day he’d say hi. at some point that “hi” transformed into various conversations.

once you two got closer, BOOM jamming(not that jamming as in music jamming what are you thinkiny) sessions. like literally every day. expect seb to join you on saturdays. he invited you to the saloon and introduced you to the group. you and abigail would def do your makeup together, i can see you two vibing. you and abigail would go ghost hunting in the forest, sam would sometimes join but get ready for endless screaming. i can imaginr you and seb being complete gaming rivals

he always dreamed of starting a band with sebastian but now, he dreams of starting it with both of you. sam knows he cant hide his feelings forever, eventually he confesses in the middle of a commercial break as you were watching a movie.

after that you got together but completely forgot to tell the group. one night at the saloon, before you left you gave sam a quick peck on the kiss and left. the others stared for a quick two seconds before screaming at the top of their voice “WHAT.”

he thinks your piercings are soo pretty(i would too) he’d always giggle when he’d kiss your nose and feel the soft tingle of your metallic piercings on his lips. ever since you started dating you two have been complete menaces to the group. literally the best dumb jokes duo ever. jodi loves you, vincent thinks youre “stealing” sam from him.

sam would absolutely love youre cats, the problem is..they dont feel the same(protective much.) he’d try his best to get him to like him, but i guess it takes time:)

thanks for the request! i had a lot of fun with this . reblog if you can:3!!

[andvys]

Oh, my baby reader 🥺

I know that feeling. Being surrounded by people, but alone. Feeling like you're not enough. Feeling like you don't belong.

Feeling jealous, because it seems like she is everything you'll never be.

"Is there someone who has you heart / That keeps you gone away from me"

I know, that Steve doesn't really mean what he said because he's oblivious asshole.

But Reader is hurt. And I bet that she's going to suffer from indifference. (Which is not actually indifference, she just doesn't know that she id loved yet) Because she thinks that no one really cares about her.

"I just cry by myself at night / But you'll never know and you'll never see"

Oh, she is very hurt, even when she acts like his words don't affect her, they do affect her so strongly. And she will definitely suffer a little, next chapter won't be any better for her.

Steve is a dumbass right now, but he's also kind of 'testing' her, cause he is convinced that nothing touches her feelings (which obviously isn't the truth) and he's gonna find that out, very soon.

also the song is literally perfect for her omg

and I'm sorry that you know what it feels like 🥲 nobody deserves that

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Amber Amber Amber Amber❤😘 you sweetest soul out there, I'm sending you a big hug because I so desperately want to hug you.

Thankyou for giving us Alpha Steve and Little one. I love them, love them love them. My heart is breaking for both of them but more for little one. She loves Steve with all her being and love the way she told him that he was her home and he took that away from her. I love how angry she is with him and that would be awesome if she come face to face with him either in human form or wolf form and fight with him. Like hit him, push him, and he wouldn't try to stop her. Steve is the king of all idiots if he thought that she is happy with Pan or Pan is her new mate. I will personally come and smack him hard if he ever does that. I wanted Steve to see Little one and Pan kissing in the waters, probably his wolf will bite him. He's making her sad. And I want Little one to use that anger on him. Her heat is coming so idk what's gonna happen. I would love to have them angry sex while still helping her with her heat. As much as I want Steve to suffer with the decision, I don't want them for anyone else. They're meant to be with each other.

Maybe she wouldn't want to take anyone's help during heat and suffer alone and Steve would realise what he had done.

Awww Babes, I am sending all the hugs your way!

Our Little One deserves to absoultely smack Steve and bite him for all the heartache and pain he caused her. For the absolute dumbassery he thought was the right thing to do instead of talking to her and admitting his fears.

Alphas!!!! pain in the ass.

Steve might be choosing to believe it? That his Little One can still have her happily ever after even if it is not with him. He saw her with Pan, saw her being happy with the panther and he just let his mind fill in the rest. (Did we ever mention Steve is a stubborn dumbass at times?)

When I think of that scenario though, its killing Steve and his wolf just a bit to see her happy with someone else. That their might be someone who is sharing a life with her and it isn't him.

Ahhh, yes her heat. It is coming, right now she is just feeling some of the effects, but how bad will it get with Steve around? The first time we met her and she went into heat, he wasn't able to stay away. 👀

We will see! Although I can see him trying to help her and she is like "Fuck off, I can do it myself." Lmao!

[punksk8erchicksexyseductivemama]

Nevermind the soro of the wounded child calling for their mama, never knowing if that's directed at you or someone else because people tell you you have kids when you really aren't aware cause when did I give birth why are they alone my file when I wasn't there. They are scared of me and think that they fucked me over you're translucent how the fuck do you think you took anything from me when it all doubles and makes it fake as fuck. Even clothing. The only thing I've lost so far is my best friend at most I need that attention from him so bad sometimes my knees get weak. I feel so horny I can't even describe how retarded it feels I've never been like that for no body when it feels like Im suffocating by unloyalty and disrespect by someone I love the most and did my best to show him that back meaning the loyalty part and the trust that I'm the one who is the person who has the best interest for you in every way not someone from Pinterest or Tumblr or even those dating apps just because he seen my picture on there I never messaged people back because I do it for attention. And if I do it's probably you anyway. So why does it fucking matter? You used me to be one of the biggest serial killers and rapist in the world. By taking me from being Jayme Bieber turning it into Justin by giving me a penis just as I was about to come out of the closet being a lesbian who likes dick too, and then a dick appeared on me so I became Justin Beiber I say that ones my he's my twin brother but he isn't, he's just me and Im going crazy because no one understands what I. Saying you guys dont fuck Justin Bieber Ricky does. The real one that is. I've licked my own pussy and I've sucked my own dick I've dated myself I've married myself I was trying to make a perjection for myself of me so that I wouldn't get hurt but it backfired on me because whenshe came to life they turned him into me and me into him and translucented me not knowing the difference between that and making a perjection and turning someone translucent for the first time. My twin brother Connor was supposed to be him anyway but they took me away from him and he hates me to this day even though he didn't know that it was me sitting there he took me and married me and the world didn't even care. But now, I can make it disappear all people can to wear tight pants so it's appropriate around children. Everyone has both now because I told these dumbasses we were doing evolution but as soon as your pedophile ways pop out you're cancelled from the program so I pretty much did it all I hope you guys suffer here when we the people the good semaritans of this program get to live in a world i created with no descrimination towards man. You perjections are the most annoying thing in this entire world I can't handle how you know what I'm going to write down even writing it yourself how many years ina. Perjection room did you have to write it down watching the same thing happen over and over and it's going to stop now. Maybe it will be announced on the radio non translucent because you guys watch it like that so you have perjections going over the real news maybe you should start listening 😔🖖

And just to remind you the Canadian and all government is me. So you owe me more then just your little sca dles you did by killing my perjection kids and sending desiree Jayme Pratt and even chance the kid to my perjection house in Hollywood that's 10 minutes away you think you know where you are but we're at the middle of the Pacific. You're life was already in my hands when I decided to create life. Now you owe me your sould your life and every cent you've hiding to bring you back.

That's why you don't dance with the devil unless I want you too otherwise it's rape and I'm the child of God and Lucifer.

[stone-stars]

I edited together the clips of the NADDPod cast talking about fan reactions/backseat gaming from fans on the short rest this week because I feel like it’s something more people should hear.

Transcript:

Murph: So I don’t- I don’t venture into the comments very often-- Caldwell: Oooh, shit Murph: --because I try to, um, y’know, stay sane. [Emily laughs] But I thought-- I was like, you know what? The characters have joined the rebellion, there’s gonna be lots of fun discussion about, y’know, like-- oh, so cool that they’re about Mothership and all this stuff, like... things are picking up!

[The audio cuts forward-- Emily is in the middle of laughing as it picks back up, and continues to laugh in the background as Murph speaks] Murph: The top discussion of the episode, by far, is how bullshit the Callie Finale is. How unbalanced it is. That is the TOP thing. And-- Caldwell, quietly: What the fuck? Emily: Well, the funny thing is, I-- Callie Finale hadn’t come out yet, but I had seen how people were already complaining about Doom Blade, and I got rid of all my-- I got rid of my two homebrew spells. [All overlapping] Murph: Yeah, Emily threw out her christmas present Emily: No more fucking-- Murph: So you guys won. Caldwell: Are you fucking happy? Jake: You guys ruined fucking christmas. Murph: You ruined christmas. You ruined christmas. Emily: I mean Jake gets to-- Jake-- [The others stop talking, and it’s just Emily.] Jake still has access to them because I know that you will not hold him to the same fuckin standard that you hold me. Murph: It’s true. Yeah. 1,000 points of damage Hardwon is fine. Emily: And in fact, if there had been a Calder finale, you all would’ve been like-- Murph: It would’ve been fine. [Overlapping, sarcastically.] Emily: Aww, so much growth. Caldwell: Such growth. Murph: Such growth. So powerful. Emily: I’m so proud of this boy who has literally been playing as much [laughs] D&D as the girl. Murph: Lemme continue my beef of the week-- Emily: So it’s all gone. No more-- Caldwell: Oh we’re halfway through the fillet. Murph: They’re all gone. They’re all gone. The beef of the week will continue though. The beef continues. [Murph on his own, more seriously.] So I agree that getting 30 HP from it was too much. I would not have done that again. ‘Cause that’s what happens. You make judgement calls. Caldwell: Are you saying that a DM can... change rulings? After an episode? Murph: I’m saying that just ‘cause I said it the one time does not mean we’re going to cheese and fucking break the game fo-- like, I have a hundred and forty some odd episodes out there. And people somehow, still, I need to prove myself every week that I’m not a dumbass. Every week people are like “this is the end of the show I guess. I guess he just gave her something where she just gets 40 HP for free!” No. No. What are you talking about? [Caldwell, Emily, and Jake laugh in the background as Murph speaks.] Caldwell: I’m wondering if I could join the beef real quick?

[The audio cuts again, once again picking up as Emily is in the middle of laughing. She continues to laugh as Caldwell speaks.] Caldwell: There were people like-- criticizing Callie for like-- sexualizing Sol? And like, speculating that I was uncomfortable with it?? [Everyone laughs.] Murph, incredulous: Speculating that you were uncomfortable?! [Overlapping; Murph’s following lines are said at a yell, distant from the microphone so it’s not overwhelmingly loud.] Murph: You got fucked through a bag?! You have had sex. On this show. Through a BAG. Caldwell: Dog, I-- Let me just say right now, I am 35. I have a mortgage. Murph: This is a FROG. Caldwell: I own a RAV-4. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. Murph, more quietly: Oh my god. Jake: Woah you own that RAV-4?

[The audio cuts forward again.] Jake: --The idea that like, we’re suffering at the table when we record, the four of us, and it’s up to the audience at the end of the week to be like-- Murph: --to decide if-- Emily: --to protect Jake and Caldwell? Jake: --”hey I noticed, actually”-- like, we’re totally good. Caldwell: We’re fine. Murph: Yeah, this is an edited-- Jake: I’m having the time of my life. The happiest I am is after-- is like-- either right after or during our recording sessions. Murph: Yeah, we’re just buds, guys. Emily: We are just really good friends having a lot of fun with like, a deep mutual respect. And that’s why the show is fun to make. And that’s why you don’t need to protect them. Murph: The beef-- Caldwell: I feel like all the comments should just be like-- “Wow, check out these buds!” Murph: Yeah: check out the buds!

End of Transcript.

[ukiyokki]

mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

[curioussubjects]

I feel bad discussing spn now that’s over but I’ve been wondering. Do you think dean actually meant it when he said “why does that something always seem to be you” (15.03)? Usually people blurt out what’s on their mind all of a sudden even if they didn’t mean to say it out loud. But it comes out because the person either thinks about it or actually believes it. Do you think at one point Dean truly blamed Cas for Mary? I mean, putting 15.09 aside of course.

Why do you feel bad discussing SPN now the show’s over, anon?? Don’t feel bad!

The short answer to your question, in my view, is that Dean was lashing out because of how his unaddressed trauma over Cas dying (cf. 7x01, purgatory, 12x23) gets entangled with him processing his grief over Mary and Jack. Everything is further exacerbated by Chuck’s villain reveal, and the events that lead to Rowena’s “death.”  The longer answer to this question starts with acknowledging that feelings and trauma are complicated things that aren't always rational. And that's the crux of the matter for Dean in that moment he lashes out at Cas: he's not behaving rationally. We know Dean is angry, and historically doesn't handle anger well at all, but we also know, even without 15x09, that what Dean is really feeling is fear. In that moment, Dean is angry, and he's scared. If you watch the scene closely, too, you'll notice that Dean is still present enough to regret saying "why does that something always seem to be you" to Cas. He tenses up, he looks down and only looks up again in stubbornness defiance when Cas says he can't even look at him. Then Cas leaves, which has always been an issue for Dean. However warranted Cas's decision to leave was, it still hits Dean as rejection, too. All this is to say that the break up scene is extremely fraught, and Dean is the type of person who needs time to process events and emotions, and time to process is something he hasn't had since Mary disappeared.

So you ask: ok, cool, but what does all of that have to do with Cas dying, Liv? And here's where I say they have everything to do with Cas dying. I've talked about this before in tags and in other posts that I can't think of right now, but there are common occurrences in the events that have led to the more traumatic Cas deaths. If we think of Cas dying in 07x01, the context for that is as follows: Cas needs to solve a problem, he wants to ask Dean for help, but the desire to not burden him with it is greater, so Cas ends up handling the problem solo, which leads to disaster and also him dying. Or, well, apparently dying. But as far as Dean was concerned, Cas was dead, and he did struggle with it a lot during season 7. Now, fast-forward to s12 and the context of how Cas ends up dead then: Cas needs to solve a problem, part of him does want to cooperate with Sam and Dean to solve it, but he ultimately decides his desire to bring Dean a win, and to shield him and Sam from actions they'd suffer from are greater. Predictably, Cas ends up handling the problem solo, which leads to complications, and him being killed by Lucifer. Cas's death in 12x23 is significantly more traumatic to Dean than the one in 07x01 as season 13 starts with a grief arc that is devoted to Dean's suffering over Cas -- to the point that suffering overshadows even his grief over Mary. Granted, these are somewhat reductive summaries of the events of seasons 7 and 12, but the fact remains that those two deaths were remarkably similar as well as traumatic. 

If you look at trauma theory in regards to literary analysis, you'll notice that a key element is repetition. The story of trauma is a story of echoes, which is partly why triggers are what they are for people who have PTSD. In particular, a situation doesn't need to be an exact replica in order to evoke a traumatic memory. A situation need only be similar enough to the traumatic event to cause a trauma response. Therefore, if we keep in mind that the events leading to 15x03 aren’t exact mirrors of 07x01 or 12x23, but too reminiscent for comfort, then Dean’s behavior toward Cas starts making a bit more sense -- not excused, but understandable. A quick summary of these similarities goes as follows: Cas notices there’s is something off with Jack because of his soul; he decides to investigate on his own to avoid worrying the Winchesters and also because of his own fear of losing his family. He only comes forward with what is happening after something potentially disastrous has happened (Mary’s death). Later, Cas deviates from the agreed plan to close the wound leading to hell, which leads to another disastrous consequence (Rowena’s death). What does this look like? Cas makes a decision to act on his own, and doesn’t tell Dean (or Sam) about it, something goes wrong, someone dies. Notably, here, moreover, is that Cas obviously doesn’t die, but he has paralleled Mary before (when he was dead in s13) and there’s an argument to be made that he would eventually parallel Rowena (with heaven), but that’s from a metanarrative perspective rather than Dean’s, and I digress.

Oh, It’s worth noting, too, that the way in which the arc starting with 14x18 and culminating in 15x03 presents a similar, but not quite, chain of events as those of previous seasons signals the intentionality of the trauma narrative. 

But anyway, as we were: the resonance between the traumatic and triggering events, with the latter being traumatic in their own way, make Dean response in a way that is unfair for the situation at hand, but betray a deeper truth about Dean’s state of mind. Backtracking a little from 15x03, the first instance of Dean lashing out at Cas happens in 14x18 with the (heartbreaking) line: “Then you're dead to me.” At face value, those words are a condemnation of Cas and indicate a complete breakdown of the relationship, hinging on Jack having hurt/killed Mary. There is, however, another angle there, pain simmering beneath the surface, which makes more sense in its direction to Cas: the last time Jack, Mary, and Cas were involved in a tableaux like this, Cas died and Mary was gone. In what is an inversion of events, Mary is dead and Cas is...there, but as an echo of Jack’s birth, to say Cas is dead is a statement of fact: he did die, then. And as he was a parallel to Mary in the aftermath of Jack’s birth (and the rehashing of the John, Dean, Sam drama through Dean, Sam, and Jack), so is he a parallel to Mary here, except in circumstance. Both Mary and Cas had been after Jack. Mary happened to find him first, but Cas could’ve easily been the one to find him. Easily been the one who died. See the issue? This is obviously not to say that Dean’s grief and rage weren’t about Mary herself, but that the situations are entangled and murky. 

Further entanglement and murkiness happen when Cas is forced to change the plan to seal the hell wound in 15x03. We all know, including Dean, that there was nothing Cas could’ve done instead of what he did. But besides the change of plans, there’s an undercurrent of anxiety of the wound closing before Cas makes it out. He does, of course, but that’s the what if, always. And to illustrate the possibility, Rowena sacrifices herself to close the wound. It’s not coincidence that the similarities here are tenuous considering the stress burden from everything that has happened since 14x18 has continued to grow with no respite.

The stage is set then for the confrontation that leads to Cas walking out of the bunker. Dean is clearly on edge, and Cas is in a particularly vulnerable and hopeless headspace:

CASTIEL: Sorry about Rowena. DEAN: You're sorry? Why didn't you just stick to the damn plan? CASTIEL: Belphegor was lying. DEAN: Belphegor's a demon. CASTIEL: He was using us. He wanted to eat every last soul to take over Hell, Earth, and every... DEAN: Yeah, and we would've figured it out... after. With Rowena. CASTIEL: The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong. DEAN: Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

The reason I went of this long journey to come back to this is so as to make clear that what Dean is talking about here isn’t about Rowena at all, and it’s not about Mary either. We know Dean didn’t really blame Cas for Mary, and that he didn’t blame him for Rowena, either. But do those bolded parts sound familiar?

CASTIEL: Listen. Raphael will kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard. I had no choice.

DEAN: No, you had a choice. You just made the wrong one.

CASTIEL: You don't understand. It's complicated.

DEAN: No, actually, it's not, and you know that. Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around, we deal with it... Like we always have. What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the Devil!

CASTIEL: It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?

DEAN: I was there. Where were you?

DEAN: You should've come to us for help, Cas.

How about:

DEAN: Cas, you can't – With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay. CASTIEL: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress. I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself.

[...]

DEAN : We will find a better way. CASTIEL: You mean, we? DEAN : Yes, dumbass. We. You, me, and Sam, we're just better together. So now that you're back, let's go, Team Free Will. Let's get it done. CASTIEL: I'd like that. DEAN: Great.

“Then, you’re dead to me.” “...why does that something always seem to be you”

Because it’s Cas, and Cas being dead and gone. The tragedy of the divorce arc is that Cas ends up gone, too. However, this time, it’s Dean’s fault for not stopping him. Here, Dean’s fear of Cas dying leads to the anger that ultimately pushes him away. So, yeah, Dean meant what he said, but not in the way Cas took it. Not in the way it appeared as. 

The other tragedy of Supernatural ending as it did is that Dean never got to heal from that trauma, he never got to confront Cas for it, either. Make no mistake, the empty deal is another spiral of Dean’s unaddressed trauma over Cas dying. The beats are the same, and the result is Cas, gone, and Dean, shattered. Sadly, we never got our final resolution, the climatic reunion that would mirror Dean’s prayer in purgatory and Cas’s confession in the dungeon. It’s a story left unfinished. 

[cryptiql]

untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

[magpiemissy]

“Hey, Idiot... I Love You.”

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: We all know that Bakugou Katsuki is an aggressive and loud boy but what happens if this said angry pomeranian found someone who can tame him? Someone who can take his shit and can stand up, love and take care of him till the end of time.

⚠︎ Warnings ⚠︎: swearing, just a tiny but of angst, playful banters (lemme know if there's more)

So it all started when you two were in junior high. You were seated right in front of him.

You're a smart person and strong too. Can control your quirk amazingly. Know and can calculate tactics fast. You were part of the top students, basically straight A's in all subjects.

The problem is you're ✨socially constipated✨. Shy, quiet, basically an introvert of some sort. (lol calling myself out)

You were that person who no one messes with cause your silence can be intimidating. Like, you having the ✨resting bitch face✨.

Everyone is scared of you cause you radiate the "a-person-doesn't-plot-murder-outloud" vibe. You do actually lmfao but of course that's only for the jerks who messes with you and some innocent people.

That's why you don't have "friends". They're afraid to approach you.

Bakugo somehow took an interest in you but of course, he pushed it away 🙄.

With your vibe goin on like that, he always thought that you were gonna pick a fight or somethin'. During PE time, this boii really challenged you to mf fight. Like literally on the faces of your classmates.

You were like: 😐🤨 "huh? Me?" and you just shrugged it off and accepted it. (like it was a birthday invitation with you just wanting to eat the food lmfao.)

So yeah, your fight lasted an hour. He was tired but you didn't even looked like you're sweating. It could've been longer though if your teacher didn't called the head to stop it and cause of that... You both got detention.

Basically after that, he asked you if you wanna stick with him since you literally prooved that your worthy of his respect and he will beat yo ass someday. And you said okayy.

After that encounter, you two were inseparable. Like, attached to the hips baby. You two were like partners in crime jahdhshsh (friendship goals).

Bakugou really is a great person if you could get pass those barriers of his. He's a softy BUT he doesn't wanna show it, cause he thinks he'll look 💥weak💥.

"Oi, dumbass! Let's go get dinner. We've been studying for 3 hours now. What do you want?"

"I really would love spicy ramen and sushi."

"Hmm... Alright. Grab your things. I'm gonna walk you home too since your ass can't even handle being alone. Tch, wussy." he said while reaching out his hand for you to take and YOU take it WITHOUT hesitation💅

He looked the other way cause you might see the small smile that he's hiding and the light blush that's creeping up his face.

He was basically a whole different person when it came to you.

There was this one time when you saw him picking on Midoriya (again) and you called out his name. His face like turned pale and literally just froze on the spot.

You usually call him Katsuki or Suki. So it's a whole different ass story if you call him Bakugou or Bakugou Katsuki.

"And what are you going to do about it, shitty nerd? Huh? You're useless, can't even do anyth—"

"BAKUGOU!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BULLYING MIDORIYA?! STOP IT RIGHT NOW, FUCKING ASS GREMLIN."

*freeze* he's basically panicking cause Bakugou? You never call him Bakugou. Usually it'll be Katsuki or Suki and just— Katsuki.exe has stopped working.

Never again will he ever make you mad or upset because he will suffer your ✨wrath✨. Like you'll ignore him and stuff like that until he apologises to Midoriya. (silent treatment)

But of course he won't stop treating Midoriya like that, unless you're near them.

He tolerates it. And that's freaking love, man. When he tolerates someone because they're your friends is *chef's kiss*. He trusts you alot. (he's in denial that he has feelings for you but he doesn't know)

"Hey, Izuku! Oohhh~you've got something new in your notebook? Can I see? Pleeeessseee???"

Bakugou: *incoherent angry bakugou noises* "tch, what a nerd." *growls lowly* *eye twitching* *pouts angrily*

He's doing ANYTHING that he can think of just for you to pay attention to him instead of the 'damn nerd'.

"Thanks, Izuku! I'll see you tomorrow, byee~" *grabs Bakugou's hand and squeezes it*

Bakugou: *quiet, happy bakugou noises*

/////

Then you both decided that you both will go to UA and man was proud that you got in. He be a cocky bish.

Like you called him and started shouting on the phone that you were nervous and that what if you didn't get in then you found a letter in the mail and just jahdhshsh.

He thought it was cute. Especially the part that he was the one who you FIRST go to and tell him you got in. He thinks it's special (and it is! Please give him a hug uwu)

His heart flutters when he hears your voice, your laugh, especially when you called him to face time and he saw your smile.

It's like 💘. The arrow went straight through his heart. That's the time that he thought "Well, damn. I am inlove with them."

He PLANS a way of confessing to you. He wanted it to be "simple but romantic".

It was a couple of days before school.

STARGAZING IN HIS BACKYARD WITH A FORT THAT HE BUILT 😍

It was simple yet romantic, he really tried and it was amazing!

🤬Lord Explotion Murder💥: Hey, come out dumbass.

✨Poppie✨: nani?!

🤬Lord Explotion Murder💥: I'm outside, idiot. Come out, and no need to change. You can come in your pj's.

✨Poppie✨: aight, if u say so.

"so what's up?" you asked but he just grabbed your hand and continues to walk.

When you get there, you were in awe.

"D—Did you...do this?" "Well, yeah. Who else would it be, dumbass?" *flicks your forehead*

>After eating chinese take out and pizza<

"Hey, listen..I know you ain't a fan of the lovey-dovey shit so Imma say this straight up. N/N, we've been friends since Junior years and I just—I like you..alot."

"I..like you too." you whispered staring at him, caressing your thumb on his cheek.

"Tch, we're goin on a date tomorrow. Wear something simple, alright?" you just hummed, drifting off to sleep.

"Yeah, I really do like you... Poppie." he whispered, patting your head while you snuggle further his chest.

The first day of school lmfao, you be sittin on his table and just casually talkin to each other then Iida came in xD

"L/N, it's the first day of school and you're already gonna damage a school property..." he said while chopping the air.

You were like "huh? And what's it to you, sonic?" Katsuki was in awe jahdhshsh straight up heart eyes.

then do u guys remmember what Bakugou said at that time? Yeah he said that too.

After that he pulled you to his lap and just

"There, they're seated on a rightful place already. So just scram, four eyes."

"Make your self comfortable, Poppie." "Is this good?"

Sweet BUT aggressive lmfao

During classes, you still sit in front of him. Since now you two are dating, he'll just draw something on your back (argh, cute >:D)

"What did I draw?" he whispered.

"Hm... Feels like an explosion." you whispered back and he just pats your back to say you're right.

there are times that you two would learn how to do origami just so you guys could surprise each other before each class starts.

You were talkin with Mina at the back of the class along with the other girls and some of the boys.

"Hey, isn't Y/N in a relationship with Bakugou?" Kaminari asked.

"uhh... Yeah? Why?" you asked.

"It's just tha—" Kaminari didn't even get to finish his sentence as the bell rung.

You guys immediately went to your corresponding seats. You were suprised to see a grenade origami by your desk and it just makes you smile knowing who's it from.

As class was starting, you yourself were doing one too while your listening to the topic.

Soon, next period was over and a break was provided.

Katsuki went to the bathroom...

You put the bear origami, a note and a granola bar for his snack. (awww)

When Katsuki came back, he couldn't help but smile a little for the small gift. He's so lucky to have you.

You guys also learned the morse code so that you could talk shit to anyone without them knowing lmfao XD

He does those cute things because you're different. You're special to him.

When he's angry he'll go straight to you because you're the only one who can calm him down.

Remember the time he was chained during the awarding ceremony at the Sports Festival? Yeah... That's when he discovered it.

"Hey, baby... You okay? That was so uncalled for, they didn't have to put you like that." you told him while approaching to give him a hug.

"Annoying damn extras..." continues to mumble while you're hugging him.

"Hey atleast you're number one. That fight was amazing. YOU are amazing." you said as he nuzzled his face on your neck.

"...You looked like an angry chihuahua. PFFT—" "YOU LITTLE SHI—COMEBACK HERE!"

As he was chasing you down the hallway, he can't help himself but laugh cause he knows when he's down, you'll find a way to make him laugh or smile.

Your THAT SPECIAL to get passed being exploded by him.

/////

The time when he got kidnapped, when all of you were sent home. Katsuki can't help but call you.

You ran as fast as you could while tears are falling from your eyes violently.

When you got there you immediately gave him a hug. The tightest hug that you could ever do.

Ring ring

"Hello?"

"P-Poppie?" "Katsuki? Hey, you okay what's wrong?!" "Can you...come here? Please?"

*grabs hoodie, almost jumped from 2nd to 1st floor lmfao* *puts on shoes so fast, you didn't even noticed that your socks were mis-matched* *sprints immediately*

When you get there, boii! HE WAS WAITING OUTSIDE!

"Katsuki!" you jumped on him didn't even care if you fall down or not. Your top priority right now was him.

He dragged you inside to his room and when he closed the door... MENTAL BREAKDOWN. He's sobbing! Give the baby a hug, please!

You just comfort him, whispering to him reassurances and sweet things, kissing his whole face, holding him so close and tight 😔✨.

That night, you two became even closer. You two really be saying "Soulmates? Yeah, we are."

You always have to be touching each other.

Hand holding, arm on shoulder, thigh to thigh, hand on thigh/waist/lower back basically everywhere! Y'all literally are inseparable now.

During his fight with Deku? Yeah, you know too. All might trusts you. (jahdhshsh dadmight😭✋)

Secrets? Nah... You both know ✨everything✨

You patch him up while talkin and cuddle after. You are his comfort. (I need a freakin boyfriend xD)

Internship? Yeah, you both actually didn't know that you both picked the same sooo~ 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️👫✨

You tease each other lololol

"Nice hair, boom boy. Pfft—" "Shut up, dumbass!"

"Damn, my baby gots some nice ass."

Bakugou: *blushes red* tch *light bulb!* *smirks* Mhmm, you would die to see it though, right Poppie?

You're now blushing hard HAHAHA

///// (school festival)

You help Mina with the choreo!

When you saw Katsuki play the drums... 🤤😳

While everyone's on break, you'll go to him and he'll just pull you to his lap and chill.

You actually know how to play the drums but basic only. He was shooketh lol.

That's where he discovers that you also play alot of instruments but it was honestly just a hobby to you.

Proud, cocky boyfriend.

You meet Eri! And she loves you so much! She honestly looks up to you now jahdhshsh. Que Bakugou blushing because he's imagining what if Eri was both of your child? 😍😳

Yeah... He's really fallen hard, very hard for you.

/////

You were in the kitchen dorm cooking lunch for everyone, you were also assigned to babysit Eri for a while as Aizawa-Sensei needed to do some things. Katsuki leaned by the kitchen counter, admiring you.

"You know... You should take a picture, it'll last longer." You snapped him out of his thoughts, he didn't get to see the small smirk that came to your face.

"Eh... Why look at a photo when I already have the real one right in front of me?" he bit back. Slick motherfuc—

"Well why are you still standin there? C'mere." as you said that, he immediately went to hold you. BACKHUGS!

"Hey Idiot... I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too. So damn much." you said nuzzling further into his arms while you both cook.

"I'm so going to damn marry you!" he thought and promised himself.

BONUS:

"BRAT, COME BACK HERE!" "NO!"

"Kenji, sweetie, listen to your father." You said as you were holding Akari in your arms, lulling her to sleep.

"...fine" he grumbled. Katsuki released a relieved sigh. He went and dressed him up.

"Like father, like son." you said rolling your eyes but smiling as you love your family.

"I heard that!" Katsuki said as he emerges in the living room. You already put Akari in her room.

"Finally! Alone time with you. Those brats literally took you away from me."

"Those brats are your children. And besides, you were the one who wanted children as soon as possible."

"Oh shut up!" he said while kissing you.

Everything was going alright. It started to get heated though.

"Mhm...all mine." he growled. "All yours." you whisperd.

Until you hear crying...

"Argh, goddammit!" he yelled as you giggled.

"Well, tomorrow we're gonna have our day to ourselves because earlier Mitsuki called and said she wants to spend some time with the kids."

That put a smirk on Katsuki's face.

"Now if you keep complainin', I am not gonna give you what you want. Got that, boom boy?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll go tuck Akari back to sleep. That damn brat honestly had to have the energy to cry today among all days. Tch!"he grumbled as he stood up.

*slaps ass* "Go get'em, Dynamight." you gave him playful smirk and winked at him.

He just shooks his head smiling, walking to his daughter's room.

"God, I love that son of a bitch."

Message: I got carried away! Whoopsie, hehe. Anyways, hope you guys like it. A little gift before a new year starts. I hope everyone is having a great day, afternoon, night! Also, you guys really loved the previous Bakugou story that I made so I hope y'all love this one. Merry Christmas and A happy New year! XOXO