#plus both of them are way tok cute for words

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Headcanons of Eren with a Black s/o!🍡

(Happy black history month babes! Remember blm isn't just in this month but all year long :p)

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• You guys most likely met in your high school years.

• I feel as if Eren would stare a lot at you during freshman year. Not in a bad way but in a Curious/adoring way. I mean all his friends are white lmao💀

• He probably approached you during a class period you guys have together.

• I don't think he would be ignorant? But he'll most likely ask to touch your hair.

• Maybe you have braids, locs, or passion twist or your natural curls out/4c Afro—doesn't matter, he'll ask to touch your hair.

• Of course you can decline and tell him no, he won't really fuss over it. He'll even apologize.

• But trust me, he's going to keep staring 😭 he thinks you're really pretty, don't worry ;)

• He won't care about your Skintone/shade, lightskin, brownskin, dark-skinned. He likes them all, I don't see Eren ever have a preference in girls in general.

• Whoever he likes, he likes.

• You guys hit it off in your freshman year.

• He'll ask a lot of questions about you and your culture and your hair

"Hey, why do you wear braids??"

"Is your hair really this long? Wow 😁"

• PLEASE LMAO, I TAKE THESE AS AN INSULT BUT I KNOW HE'S JUST HE CURIOUS 😭

• You'll have to explain to him about your hair.

• You guys most likely snapped and he sent a streak of him getting out the shower and his hair is wet.

• You'll go on about how you can't wash your hair everyday, that you have a certain wash day and his reaction is like "😲"

• Poor baby is like "woooow" and ever since then, he's been hook up to learn about your lifestyle, your family, cookouts, etc. He just wants to know you.

• He calls you pretty a lot.

• Not in a flirtatious way just because he thinks YOURE really pretttyyyy. He's just stating the obvious queen🙄❗

• He offered to go to the Beauty supply store once or twice to buy your weave/pick out the next color. Or he'll just accompany you.

• Also would pick out your next nail color, maybe hairstyle.

• He doesn't care if you wear lakefront, wigs, braids, or natural. He believes they're all beautiful. Plus he understands that our hair need protective hairstyles and can't really, yjehehejehwhww iykyk.

• During BHM, he would do the mossstt.😭

• He'll buy you food and buy you hairproducts.

• He'll constantly post about African American stories on his social media.

• Talked Armin into making a poem about discrimination and racism then made him read out loud to you in the hallway😭

• Would buy a BLM shirts for him Mikasa and Armin.

"Look y/n! We're supporting your people. Remember we're on your side. BLM!!"

• IM CRACKLING TOO MUCH LMAOOOO.

• Don't worry, he's has the right attitude but mann💀

• Depends on the type of person you are: you probably confronted them and told them to relax. Or, you dealt with it and the embarrassment 😭

• You most likely ask him for Reparations 🙄❗🤞

• He deadass would give you them.

• He'll be confused at first and probably wouldn't  even understand the word 💀

• But he'll give you money though LMAO.

This was 15 year old Eren, moving on to when he's older.

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• You guys are older. You've been introduced to the rest of his friend squad. Jean, Connie, Marco, sasha etc.

• Jean most definitely thinks you're pretty and fell for you at first sight. Eren didn't like this at all.

• Eren never really understood why he didn't like it when Jean played in your braids. Eren then started to purposely make you lay between his legs so he play with your braids before Jean could.

• They probably reacted the same as Eren about regarding your hair.

• Eren would take it upon himself to explain and even tell them about Lace fronts, sew ins, braids, etc

• He'll probably show off about  how much he knows about your hair.

• Eren would ask to help you with your hair.

• He most likely looked up YouTube videos about how to plate hair or how to deal with your hair type in general.

• You could probably teach him. He wouldn't understand the first time but with practice, he's pretty good. Not better than you though 🙄🤞❗

• Carries Hair ties, brushes and combs on him just for you.

• You also carry hair ties for him because of his long hair.

• You're the person who even puts his hair into that sexy ahh man bun🤨❗

• Most likely help you on wash day. Massages oil into your scalp.

• Supplies you with hairproducts.

• Likes it when you play in his hair. During PE, you guys would sit on the bench. Him between your thighs relaxing as you caress his hair.

• You guys look so cute and perfect while doing this. Connie and Sasha would always tease you about being Eren's gf.

• Loves your food! Like literally, he's in love with it.

• During the summertime, you invited him to a cookout. A lot of your family members stared at him but you know, they're accepting and gave him some food, chatted him with etc.

• Ever since then, he would always ask your mom to come over for dinner or save him a Plate lmao😭

• Sometimes if you were to cook, he'll be in the kitchen watching you

"Why are you watching me?"

"I wanna watch you so I can learn to cook your food and surprise you one day with it."

"Suurree but you can't out-cook me."

• He'll then smirk and accept that challenge.

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Sorry I just realized I've only been talking about yall friendly part, lemme get into more intimacy 🥲

• He always have his hands on your hips, waist or ass.

• Maybe you're cuddling in the library or something, his hands are on your ass.

• Black women naturally have curvy bodies In my opinion. And curvy can mean thick, skinny or in the middle. They're still curves.

• He loves kissing your lips. Either that or your neck.

• When you're walking together he always have his hand around your waist.

• Eren seems like the type to hug you from behind and kiss the top of your head.

• I dont think he's big on PDA but that doesn't mean he won't do it.

• You're talking to Jean? Wraps his arms around your waist from behind and places his head on your shoulder- kissing your neck.

• If you so happen to have thay dump trunk in the back, he'll always caress it, give it a pat or smack it. But in the most sly way ever.

You're in the hallway, chatting up with Jean. You guys are discussing the topics of what was recently covered in class. Jean cracks a joke about how the teacher was talking and their looks. You laugh at the small insults he was throwing at your professor. Eren recently just left his class a few doors down from where you and Jean was. He notices your long box braids from down the hall and sees a tall male walking alongside with you. Eren quickly caught up with you guys. As he walked passed you, his hands slides over and grabs a good squeeze from your ass. Naturally you wouldn't mind but for some reason you got embarrassed and flustered. Most likely it was because Jean was there. Before you could respond  and complain to him, he leans over and places his lips against yours. Obviously, you kiss him back as his free hand grabs your chin, deepening the kiss. It was passionate. The kiss was probably to make up for his sudden actions but it was also because he missed your presence and touch. The way your lips felt against his own, his hands grasping and holding your hips rolled, everything. Jean rolled his eyes,

"Okay lovebirds, I get it." You break away from Eren with a small smile. You turn towards  Jean with an apologetic look, since he did just kiss you in the middle of a conversation.

Jean nodded and said his goodbyes, he'll catch up with you another. Watching as his figured faded within the crowd, you turn towards Eren and smack his arm. He let out an "ow" in response.

"Eren, what was that for? I usually don't mind it but we were chatting."

He lets out a soft groan and buries his head into your neck. He released the grip on your rear and just lays it there as his other hand slips down and does the same. You tap his back and he raises his head from it's previous position. You give him a few quick pecks, wrapping your arms around his neck, he quickly to returns the small kissed back. You both smile at one another, letting out a small giggle.

"Its okay baby, I miss you too." You peck his cheek for the last time.

"We can walk home together after school, meet me at my last period class." 

Eren face brightens up when you say those words. Mann, this boy was in love. The bell rang and you notice all the kids scrambling to get to class. He releases his arms from you and grabs your hand as you both scurry along to your next period class.

He drops you off and waves at Armin and Marco that happens to be in your last period.

"Remember your promise y/n!!" He said as he walked off to the direction of his class.

You rolled your eyes jokingly and settled in to class.

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Okay bonus:

I feel as if Eren would talk you into making those tik toks that beautiful darkskin/brownskin woman do with makeup and their cute ass hair. Of course you'll end up doing it because he kept hyping yo ass up and wouldn't let it down.

The video actually goes viral and gets a decent 345k likes with 1.1m views. Some of the kids in school  came across the video and started chatting up with you. Even some guys you never knew before started to hit you up but Eren gets so Jealous and has you hold his hands always in the halls 😭

Okay thank you loves! Please request/suggest things for him. I don't mind doing one of these for Jean, Connie, etc. Next up are my jjk men 🤨❗

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Catching Up

Word Count: 1228 Requested: No Summary: Bucky discovers Tik Tok.  Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: None

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Bucky walked into their shared apartment, a new phone in his hand. He seemed perplexed, confused by the small device. He had learned many ins and outs of modern technology in Wakanda, but the internet still confused him. The device was so small, yet could do more than most computers he had ever used. The internet wasn’t even a thought yet in the 40s. He couldn’t quite grasp what it was, why it was so popular, and how to use it. He hadn’t noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, swiping through a particular app he was trying to understand until Sam walked up to him. Sam hadn’t said anything for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest in hopes Bucky would notice him before he spoke. Much to his dismay, Bucky was too enthralled in the small device to pay any mind to Sam. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring the other, he was just incredibly focused. It spoke to his comfort around his lover; He was comfortable enough in their shared apartment to let his guard down and get distracted. Bucky didn’t feel the need to know everything around him all the time here. Sam finally spoke up.

“Bucky? What are you….oh. Need some help, old man?” Sam was just teasing. Cell phones were confusing to people who lived their whole lives in the modern-day, he was astonished Bucky managed to understand half of the things he did. Bucky was so open to new concepts, learning new information, and adapting his behavior. He had such an open mind to learn, something most people in the modern-day lacked. Sam was constantly proud of his boyfriend, but a little teasing was inevitable.

“Shut up, Sam. I’ve got it,” Bucky huffed, resistant to Sam’s help. He wanted to figure it out on his own. He felt like he had something to prove. He belonged here, he just wanted to feel like he did. He felt he belonged here, in this apartment, but in the outside world, he felt so out of time. Everything moved so fast and he barely was able to catch up. He constantly felt that every time he got close, there was something new to learn. Before Bucky had a chance to react, Sam reached forward, snatching the phone from Bucky’s hand.

“Sam stop-”

“Twitter huh? Seems like you got it pretty figured out here. You’re verified.”

“That’s not what I was trying to figure out. Shuri mentioned something about this like tik tok and I wanted to figure it out. I was gonna ask Twitter for help.” He was embarrassed. Bucky thought he sounded like an idiot, not knowing what any of these things were. Young people talked about it all the time, that and a long-gone app called Vine. He hated being around teens because they were barely a fraction of his age and so much more advanced than he was. Teenagers made him feel so far behind. At least around teenagers, he was supposed to feel out of place, but with Sam? He just wanted to be on the same level or at least close.

“I’m impressed. You didn’t have to ask Twitter, I know how tik tok works. C’mere let me show you.” Bucky grumbled. He wanted to do it himself, yet he couldn’t resist the excitement in Sam’s voice. Sam was always so eager to help Bucky, but Bucky felt bad asking for help. These were things any person born of modern times just knew. If Sam had been with anyone else, he wouldn’t have to offer help. Bucky wanted to at least pretend they had a normal relationship.“Okay so you see this plus sign at the bottom of the screen, you tap here to make a video…” They spent hours teaching Bucky the ins and outs of tik tok. They made Bucky an account and posted a few videos. For every one video they posted, they made about 100 drafts of other things. They posted some on Sam’s account, some on Bucky’s. Viewers loved Bucky and loved their relationship. They quickly became a tik tok power couple. Bucky was verified rather quickly and eventually found his niche. Most of the cute couple videos were usually on Sam’s account, but Bucky had other plans.

People asked a lot of questions, most often about his involvement in history and what the Winter Soldier had done. He didn’t mind, having moved past that part of his life and made it pretty far into his recovery. Some things were a little much, but he just didn’t answer those ones, and Sam taught him how to block people. Oftentimes Sam would reply to those comments, letting them know Bucky wasn’t comfortable answering those kinds of questions. Bucky answered a lot of questions...though most of them were fictitious stories. Nobody could tell him he was wrong, they weren’t there. Not all of his stories were falsified, so nobody really knew what was true and what wasn’t. He told adventures he never went on, changed details to make stories more entertaining, and even added some embarrassment to his friends that weren’t true. Even Sam had trouble deciphering the falsified stories from the real ones. Once, specifically after watching a tik tok Bucky had made detailing a false story about pre-serum Steve, Sam went up to Bucky. He was almost tricked into thinking it was real, but it sounded too good to be true. It was far too funny.

“Did he really do that?” Bucky paused before answering, breakout out into a fit of laughter. Sam wasn’t sure why he was laughing, it was a genuine question.

“No, idiot. I made it up, you should know I do this by now.”

The real fun came when people started asking Bucky about times he wasn’t even alive for. He was born in 1917, though doesn’t really remember much before the war. It was over 100 years ago, it wasn’t his fault. He invented this elaborate narrative, that Hydra had invented time travel and made him gather intel from times before. It was a rather complex story, one that felt almost too detailed to be false. Nobody could tell if he was serious or not. Bucky loved it, he had the whole world at his fingertips, and they all loved him.

Sam's tik tok was a whole different dynamic. He forced Bucky into all the couple challenges and trends, a few failing miserably and ending hilariously. Bucky acted as if he hated it, though, in reality, he found it adorable and endearing. Sam used it to document their lives, and answer questions, both about the world and their relationship. It was unexpected how many questions people had about their relationship. Some were highly inappropriate, but they answered them without answering, making jokes along the way. Really, it was just a lighthearted way to connect with people who loved them, and for them to share their love with the world. Most people were so very accepting and supportive, and the few who weren’t were just a laugh for the couple. Truly, it was perfect. They had their fair share of haters, especially people who were angry that Captain America was in a gay relationship, especially with an ex-Hydra assassin, but they brushed it off. For every one person who hated them, there were 10 more that loved them. And that was enough.

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𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Request by @number1bakuhoe: can i request one for bakugou? n do yk that tiktok trend where in u kiss ur best friend but instead can it be thats how they reveal their relationship to the rest of the class?? ty💗💗

A/N: This is my dream. I had this thought and disregarded it, but this icon brought it back to my attention! I hope you all enjoy this Bakugou chaos with our favorite U.A. class. My requests are still open, and now my asks are actually working correctly (I didn’t know they weren’t). Enjoy this cuteness!

Genre: established relationship fluff and competition, Tik Tok trends, a little bit of swearing, one weird question from Kaminari, a couple references to different books 💥❤️

Word count: 3.1k

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School was never boring at U.A. Whether you were listening to Present Mic drone on in English class or waiting for Mr. Aizawa to stop staring at you during training, it was always a good time. Your classmates also made sure of this, especially one in particular.

You had come to date the most ornery and obnoxious guy in 1-A, Katsuki Bakugou. His temper annoyed your classmates to no end. He never shared his trauma with anyone. It was as if “problem child” was his middle name. However, you had fallen for the spiky blonde-headed boy nonetheless.

How your relationship started was straight out of a movie, and the fact you both had been together now for 6 months made it all the more romantic. He called you one night by accident. He needed Kirishima to come to his dorm room, since he was late for a study group. When you picked up, he was annoyed at first but settled down after you told him you would help your friends. Being ranked number 5 in the class meant something, so he begrudgingly agreed.

“I’ll come,” you said, expecting rejection.

“Ugh,” he groaned.

Of course. Why would Bakugou want you to come help? He was so egocentric that he didn’t want you trying to show him up. They were your friends too, though! If they failed this test, it would make you upset. Sadly, that’s the downfall of being an empathetic person.

“Fine, just hurry your ass over here,” Bakugou ordered, hanging up immediately after.

You were stunned. If he didn’t tell you to hurry over, you might’ve freshened up just a bit. He wasn’t waiting for you, though, and if you were late, he would come to probably demote you from the rank of “extra,” if that was even possible.

The study sessions became a routine thing. Soon enough, each person kept leaving the group until it was only you and Bakugou left. It made you uncomfortable. It made him colder. Both of you were so awkward about it, which definitely didn’t help your situation. One night, you decided you were done playing this strange little game and did something about. The outcome was quite different than you had intended it.

“You know what,” you began, pushing away your binder, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Huh?” Bakugou questioned, glaring at you.

“You and I both know that this hasn’t been productive. For crying out loud, it’s just filled with tension!”

He huffed in annoyance, clearly done with your shenanigans. This man was going to be the death of you. Why was he so annoyed with you trying to leave? He usually liked to do things alone. If anything, this study group, if you could still call it that, was only a burden to him.

“It’s not you, Bakugou,” you said. “If anything, I feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome. I only feel uncomfortable, and I can tell that you don’t like the vibe we’ve created.”

The man in front of you fell silent. His gaze still pierced through your soul and spoke louder than words. You could tell he didn’t want you to go, but he didn’t know how to articulate it. Despite this, you knew you couldn’t stay. Being in the same room as him wasn’t healthy. Your heart rate always picked up speed. Plus, being so hot caused you to wear a t-shirt with the AC as cold as possible. Maybe you were coming down with something?

You began gathering your supplies as quickly as possible. You were studying a classic literary work: Romeo and Juliet. Was it cheesy? Absolutely. Did you love it? Without a doubt. However, Bakugou was beginning to be as intense as Montague or Capulet. 

“Thank you for these past few weeks,” you blurted. “It’s been really fun, but I don’t want to stay anym--”

Suddenly, your forearm was yanked by your study partner. You landed atop his lap, causing your heart to almost burst out of your chest. Your face felt very hot, and your breath was trapped in your lungs. Bakugou’s hands fell on your waist and slowly rubbed circles into them. He let his gaze change between your lips and eyes.

You didn’t know how to react. Was he just teasing you? Then, he began to lean in slowly. Realizing what he was doing, you moved in and let his lips touch yours. It was your first kiss, but you didn’t feel bad about it. Bakugou was soft and took his time, which is not what you were expecting with his personality. In that moment, you realized why you always felt hot around him. Your pulse quickened because you liked him. You just never wanted to admit it to yourself.

After a few seconds, Bakugou pulled away. Staring into your (e/c) eyes, he took a deep breaths and kissed you again. This time, his heartbeat spoke to you. It matched in rhythm with yours and told you its deepest desires. Bakugou wanted you to be his. He initiated this kiss as a last resort to get you to stay. He needed you to stay with him, not to study but just to hold and kiss.

After that fateful evening, Bakugou had become your boyfriend unofficially. Both of you knew your relationship should be kept a secret. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Bakugou was supposed to be the number 1 hero, and you were just an��“extra.” Plus, the Bakusquad and certain 1-A students would be a pain to deal with if they found out he was soft for someone.

Despite keeping your relationship hidden, you both made sure to make it a competition. Bakugou would always ruffle your hair when others weren’t looking, which would tempt you to plant a kiss on his cheek before you both went your separate ways during lunch. The nights in the dorms were domestically sweet rather than competitive like during school hours. Your loving boyfriend would always make two plates of food and slyly pass one to you. You would always make two cups of tea, making sure to hide one behind your back, and bring them to his room. When you did do this, you slipped in while he was taking his usual shower. He always came out, gave you his sweatshirt, and watched you with love-filled eyes. The tea-filled evenings always ended in cuddles and playing with each others’ hair. You stayed until your boyfriend fell asleep at his early time, and then you would sneak off to your dorm room to get some sleep yourself.

This was your normal with Bakugou. During last Christmas, you both were able to go on an actual date for the first time. However, you saw Kirishima and Kaminari hanging out, and you and Bakugou had to abandon your outing. Sadly, your relationship has never been normal because of how secret it was. You both had to get creative with your relationship, but it was worth it. He was your explosive baby, and you were his sweet angel.

Recently, you’ve been getting quite a few relationship Tik Toks in your feed. Whether it was “the faster you run to me, the more kisses you get” trend or the “oh, you want me to make you some soup” sound, you wanted to recreate them. The Pomeranian you were dating didn’t want this. He thought Tik Tok was a complete waste of time, and you always argued with him about how it was a de-stresser for you. However, he still watched every video you showed him and loved the smile you got when watching his reaction.

One of your favorite Tik Tok trends going around was with the popular song “Electric Love” by BØRNS. Best friends admitting their feelings through a kiss was so romantic, and it reminded you of how your adorable relationship began. After seeing about 1 million of them, when in reality it was only 3, you decided you had to do it with Bakugou. 

Finals were just around the corner, and everyone was stressing out. There was a rumor going around that you would all be facing the teachers again, except this time there would be bigger groups to face 3 teachers at the same time. You coculdn’t believe it and burshed it off. However, the thought still lingered in your mind that the rumor could be true. Kaminari and Kirishima reminded you of this painfully often.

One morning at the dorms before class, Momo and Iida said they were holding a study group for the class that night to prepare for the written exams. They said they didn’t care how many people showed up. They just wanted to extend the offer since they were the top students in the class. Realizing it would be beneficial, you begged your boyfriend to attend it with you. As per usual, he wanted to make your life just a little bit more difficult.

“Please, Katsu,” you begged.

“No way, dumbass,” he said, flicking your forehead. “Why go when you’ve got me?”

“I just want to hear what other people have to say. Besides, Momo is really good at algebra! She could help both of us.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes before turning to walk towards his door. You had to convince him. No matter what it would take, you had to convince him that this was the best possible option to study for the written finals. 

“Wait,” you blurted, gaining his attention. “What can I do that would make you come with me?”

“Don’t even,” he huffed.

“Come on, Katsu. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything!”

Your boyfriend turned around and met your gaze. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was hard. Oh no...he had something up his sleeve. It could go one or two ways: easy or hard. You figured it was the latter.

“Kiss me,” he stated.

“That’s it?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

“That’s it.”

Smiling, you skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned closer to his lips and met them sweetly. Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and melted into the kiss. It was filled with love and passion, causing a fire to erupt in your heart. You had never been happier in your life. He was all yours, and you couldn’t believe it. After pulling away, his smirk was even wider than it had been the first time. Something wasn’t right.

“I probably should’ve finished what I was gonna say,” he said. “You have to kiss me by surprise before class is over.”

Your eyes went wide. He was not asking you to do this. No way. You guys kept your relationship private for a good reason. He was out of his mind.

“Katsuki,” you sighed, “please tell me this is a joke.”

Laughing, he squeezed your cheeks before turning around and opening his door. “No way, dumbass. You said you’d do anything. Just try not to get caught.”

With that, he sauntered out of his room confidently. Never in your relationship had you been able to kiss him by surprise. He always knew what you were trying to do. He watched your fidgeting hands, crinkling nose, and squinting eyes all too much. It was like he could predict your every move. He watched you like a hero watches a villain.

You had to figure out a plan to catch him completely by surprise in only a few minutes. Then, you had only 7 hours to execute and achieve your goal. That sounds like a long time, but it was going to be a race against the clock. How were you going to pull this off? It’s not like some romance movie where the song for the love interests just starts out of nowhere.

Suddenly, you squeaked out loud. That’s it! You finally have the opportunity to do the “kissing your best friend” challenge. Of course, you and Bakugou were already dating, but he was still your best friend. You both told each other everything. Plus, he had never been around when you were watching those Tik Toks. You had your plan. Now, when could you execute it perfectly?

The morning started off like any other. Mr. Aizawa began going over the day’s schedule, causing the daily antics of your class to begin. Mina and Denki began dozing off, Aoyama was just staring off into space, Koda was focused on some birds outside, and Midoriya was already murmuring to himself. Despite all of this, your boyfriend was staring directly at you from across the classroom.

Once you noticed him, you stuck your tongue out at him. Clearly annoyed by your actions, he sighed and rolled his eyes at you. The dynamic was always like this between you two. However, your attack plan was finalized.

Using your skills, you deducted that the best time to initiate the plan was right before lunch. You would say you were showing him a Tik Tok, kiss his cheek like usual, and then strike. It was perfection. Nothing could go wrong.

The morning classes went by slower than ever. Present Mic kept correcting Jirou’s grammar the entire English class, Cementoss took too long to analyze Fahrenheit 451, and Ectoplasm spoke complete gibberish in math. You stayed focused throughout all of this, though, because you knew what was to come.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. Waiting for the class to leave the room, you slowly packed up your bag. Once Tokoyami and Shoji had left the room, you walked over to your boyfriend, who purposely took just as long to pack.

“Bakugou,” you began, sweetly, “you have to see this Tik Tok I found.”

He groaned, prompting you to lean down and kiss his cheek. Being the tease he was, he quickly turned directly to face you and kissed your lips. You laced your arms around his neck, causing your plan to become even easier. Thankfully, Bakugou was too in the moment to realize the placement of your phone. You had positioned yourself so you were facing the window, allowing your phone to lean against the glass and stand in the window sill.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, (y/n),” Bakugou said, pulling away from you with a smirk.

With your arms still around his neck, you returned a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a glare. “Oh, just you wait.”

You hit the record button on your phone, causing the lyrics to begin. Apparently, this gained his attention, and he turned his head to look at your phone.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / I can't let you go now that I got it

“Babe,” he groaned.

“Oh, come on,” you replied, pinching his cheek. “It’s just one Tik Tok.”

He groaned and looked at you through the screen. He was clearly waiting for you to start dancing or something because he never broke your gaze. Internally smirking to yourself, you realized you had caught him hook, line, and sinker.

And all I need is to be struck / By your electric love

Once the word “love” was sung, you turned his head towards you and kissed him the deepest you ever had. He paused for a brief second with wide eyes before chuckling and pulling you into his lap. Your lips met in a fiery passion of love, and you had never felt more alive. This was definitely the best kiss you had ever shared with him.

“Wait, you gotta be kidding me!” you heard someone say.

Both of you stopped, pulled away, and looked at the door. Standing there was Sero and Kaminari with the biggest grins on their faces. Before any words between the four of you could be exchanged, they both bolted off towards the cafeteria.

“Shit,” you sighed.

“You can say that again,” Bakugou agreed.

“If they know what’s good for them, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”

He chuckled at that and picked you up, placing a simple kiss on your forehead. After setting you down, you both went and grabbed your things before heading off to the cafeteria together. Of course, neither of you were aware of the hurricane that pounded the windows or shook the roof, but that would change very soon.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted the Dekusquad and Bakusquad all together. Once the door shut, Asui looked at you with the widest eyes possible. She turned back to the group and gained their attention, causing them all to unanimously charge the both of you.

“When did it start?” Mina asked, beaming.

“Were you always going to keep it a secret?” Uraraka questioned.

“Have you gone past kissing yet?” Kaminari smirked.

“SHUT UP BASTARDS!” Bakugou yelled, partially activating his quirk.

Stepping in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek and whispered to him to calm down. After repeating that a couple of times, he did and began sulking to avoid confrontation. Turning around, you mustered up all of the courage you had.

“Ok,” you began, “Bakugou and I have been together for 6 months. We had planned to keep it a secret until graduation. Kaminari, I’m not answering your question.”

Kaminari groaned before turning around and walking off. After you answered the first initial questions, more came at you. You responded honestly and kept the conversation going. Bakugou was beside you the hold time, and, at some point, he took your hand in his. You leaned your head on his shoulder before sighing.

“Anything else?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Asui replied. “When will you guys tell everyone else?”

“Oh, that’s not an issue,” Sero chimed in. “I already told the rest of the class.”

Everyone in the group fell silent. You prayed silently to whatever higher power was out there to protect Sero from major damage before saying, “Get him, baby.”

Bakugou took off after Sero, causing them both to sprint out of the cafeteria. You knew that they would probably get in trouble big time, but you were relieved. Finally, you and your boyfriend didn’t have to keep your relationship a secret. You were free to share as much PDA as you wanted, within school regulations, and were free to go on worry-free dates. It was a huge weight off your shoulders.

“D-do you think K-Kacchan will hurt him?” Midoriya asked, glancing at you.

Chuckling to yourself, you smiled and said, “I have no idea. I’m just proud to say that he’s mine. Sero will get what’s coming to him.”

It’s safe to assume that the both of you decided a night in studying together was better than having the whole class ogle you during the group study session.

[reluctant-mandalore]

hello i just wanna say I loveeee your blog and your fanfics!! <3 can you write a thing where the reader is telling some things to Din that's from their homeworld Earth?? like explaining social media, pop culture things, and some animals?? i'd love a struggling Din trying to comprehend what a DM is (>艸<) o(>V<)o

Warnings: Fluff, Earth things, light flirting, not beta read, din is confused af

Word Count: 1342

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader

a/n: I won’t lie. I had a bit of trouble with this one, and I don’t think its any of my best work. But I hope its enjoyable either way! Its a little dialogue heavy, I was exploring dialogue with this piece for sure, but I also felt like it did better with more than less in terms of them speaking. I didn’t have much inspiration in mind for this one, but honestly I still think its still a little cheeky fic with a healthy amount of fluff between Din and the reader. Soooo enjoy! 

Edit: og fic had a “whats a dm?” convo but it didnt really flow right so I removed it and did the spilling the tea thing instead. Hope that was fine anon! I mean... I still have that convo in my scrap doc now, so if you still wanted to see it I could publish it as a blurb. But its really up to y’all if you want to see Din confused over a dm. 

The Mandalorian had immersed himself in looking through that datapad he currently held in his hands. Double checking the list of supplies you both had picked up the day earlier and making sure it had all been placed in the correct storage areas. A task which he found dull, but had busied himself with anyway. If there was one thing he hated—it was a disorganized ship.

This is where you had found him when going down to the hull. Spotting him among the many crates within its vancity and practically skipping over to join him. A bright smile on your cheeks and excitement bubbling inside of you for the day that you two had planned together.

“Hey Din! Ready to head out?”

The Mandalorian had glanced up from what he was doing, allowing his gaze to connect with yours. Soon feeling himself smile at the sight of your own grin. He had nodded in assurance, before going back to fiddling with the datapad in his hands, “I well be, just got to finish up with this here. Are you?”

“Yup! Ready whenever you are tin man!” You had said with a wink, sitting on one of the closed crates and watching as he went about his work. He had rolled his eyes under the helmet at your nickname, choosing to ignore it for the time being though and going back to focusing on the task at hand. Finding himself wanting to get it finished soon so that the two of you could leave.

“Oh, before I forget.” He had suddenly spoken, lifting his head from the screen to look towards you again, “We got a message from Fett earlier when you were busy.”

“Oh we did?” You replied nonchalantly, standing again and patting away the dust now on your clothes. Before pulling up closer to him and taking a peek at the device he was still holding, “What’s the tea? Spill it for me.”

Din had paused in his movements slowly looking up to connect his gaze with yours once more. The confusion he felt evident even with the helmet shielding his features from your view. The realization of your slip up causing a wave of embarrassment to rush through you. Although, your shyness had soon left at hearing the next question he had asked.

“What is this... spilling of the Tea?”

“It’s just a saying.” You said, resisting the laugh that had pulled at your throat from his choice of wording, keeping it down as you smiled at the confused man, “Sorry Din, I sometimes forget that you don’t always know all the same lingo that I do.”

“Ah I see... So it was one of your Earth sayings then?”

You had rolled your eyes at his words, a teasing grin playing on your lips now, “Of course it was, what did you think it would be?”

Din had shrugged, looking away again as he felt himself blush in shyness, even though he knew you wouldn’t be seeing his heated cheeks anyway, “I dunno, maybe it's one of those weird animals you were talking about the other day.”

“Hippos aren’t weird!” You had gasped in mock shock, putting on a show of seeming offended from his accusation, “They’re cute!”

“Yeah sure,” He had said, the teasing smile he wore evident in just his voice alone, “Whatever you say, Cyar’ika.”

“You’d think they were too if you actually saw one.”

After your words, you had moved away from him again, going over to look through the crates of supplies he had scattered around him. You had poked through them with interest, making a face of disgust at seeing some of the protein bars you didn’t like littered within. The expression had earned you a huff of laughter from the armor covered man. The sound of it making you let out a small giggle yourself, a flush of warmth heating your skin, as you both soon found yourselves falling into a comfortable silence.

“What does it mean?” He had asked suddenly, after some time had passed, breaking the cloud of silence within the room, “The spilling of the tea I mean. Why would you spill tea over a message?”

Hearing him speak you had looked towards him, letting out a small laugh at his questioning. His naiveness over the ordeal making your heart flutter and roll with affection for the man. An odd need to pinch his metal cheeks pulling at your mind, though you stopped yourself from doing so, knowing he probably wouldn’t be too fond of such an action.

“Well it doesn’t literally mean spilling tea.” You had said with a shrug, “It basically just means sharing some good gossip.”

Din had hummed in understanding, “I see. Though I can’t imagine Fett sharing any gossip like that.”

“Are you kidding?” You replied, giving him a look of doubt, “I bet him and Fennec sit up on that throne of theirs gossiping all day.”

A loud laugh had left the Mandalorian at your theory—a rare treat that you found yourself overjoyed with—watching him shake his head at the silliness of it all. He never knew how you came up with these ideas of yours, but they always seemed to bring a smile to his face either way.  

“You know I’m right!”

“It’s not that,” He had said, another chuckle leaving him, as he set down the datapad and put everything else away, “You have such strange things from Earth. They seem unreal at times.”

“Oh I see…”

“I mean. I like learning Earth things from you, no matter how strange they may be.” He had said, looking away almost bashfully as he tried to work out his choice of words, “I… I like getting to know more about you.”

A heat had flushed through you at his confession, your heart thundering loudly within your chest, “Well in that case... I can teach you more Earth things.”

You had moved closer to him after your words, a flirty tone finding itself laced within your voice. One of your hands trailing up his chestplate and resting upon it as you leaned into him. Now toying with his cape fondly as you continued speaking, “I wouldn’t mind and it would be something nice to do together.”

“Sure.” He had managed to reply, his mind feeling fuzzy with your sudden closeness, “As long as it's not one of those strange tik tok trends you were doing the other night.”

“Tiktok isn’t strange! It’s fun!” He had looked at you with his brows raised, the helmet hiding them, but his skeptical gaze still obvious,  “Ok maybe it's a little strange, but I promise you’ll enjoy it. You should learn one of the dances with me later. I can teach you one!”

“I don’t dance.” He had replied quickly and sternly. Turning away in an attempt to leave the conversation, though you wouldn’t let him get away with it that easily.

“Oh come on Din…” You pouted, moving around to his front again and giving him your best puppy dog eyes. The sight of them managing to melt his heart in an instant no matter the situation, “It’ll be fun! Plus, you wanted to learn more about Earth stuff right?”

Din had sighed, realizing how his words were now coming back to bite him. Giving you one final look over before admitting defeat, knowing he wouldn’t win this stand off with you anytime soon, “Fine. But you don’t tell anyone.”

“Pinky promise!” You had said with a cheeky smile. Soon holding out your pinky towards him in offering, wanting him to swear the promise with you in that manner, the same way that two foundlings might.

The Mandalorian had rolled his eyes underneath the helmet again, but still possessing the bright smile spread across his cheeks. Soon he had held his own pinky out, interlocking it with yours and giving a firm nod of approval. Another flush of warmth flooding through you at the gesture and causing for your heart to flutter happily once more.

“It’s a deal.”

[obxdrewseph]

Tik Tok - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron falls for a girl he often sees in a cafe and is too nervous to talk to her, so his best friend, Topper, decides to take matters into his own hands and makes a tik tok asking if anyone can identify Rafe’s crush. Of course, she sees it and confronts him. 

P.S. pretend covid doesnt exist in this LOL

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“Bro, just do it.”

“No.”

“Rafe, c’mon man. When did you become such a pussy?”

“Shut the hell up man, I’m not.” 

“Then ask her out!” 

“No!” 

It was your typical Wednesday afternoon-- the college cafe was bustling with students coming in and out from classes and from students mingling with their friends.

Rafe and Topper sat in the midst of all the chaos, ignoring their econ homework to stare at Rafe Cameron’s current obsession.

“How is this girl different from any other you’ve liked? Just man up and ask for her number or something.” 

Rafe Cameron. 

Notorious player on campus. And douchebag. He was the type to sleep with a girl and kick her out of his room at 3 in the morning. He never had strong feelings for a girl, which is why Topper was baffled at the fact he kept staring at the dark haired, brown eyed plain Jane in the corner of the coffee shop. 

“Look, she’s just a pretty girl. And she just looks... shy I guess.” Rafe lamely said. He didn’t know why he wasn’t just barging up to her like he normally did at parties. Of course, those girls were clawing to get to him. He didn’t have to work as hard. 

Topper sighed loudly. “Fine, fine. If you’re gonna force my hand.” 

Rafe raised a brow as Topper slowly pulled his phone from his pocket. 

He then began to film the girl and zooming in on her face. 

“Top, what are you--”

“Ssssh.” 

After 30, long, agonizing seconds for Rafe Cameron, his best friend finally stopped filming the poor girl.

“Does anyone know this girl? This loser wants to ask her out...” He spoke as he typed.

“No wait--”

“Done. Just posted on tik tok.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“Now, we wait.” 

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You had a long day of classes and all you wanted to do was fall in your bed. 

But no, as a history major, you had to read 250 pages (the entire book needed to be read by the end of the week, but you were spacing), write detailed notes on them, and then start on your essay that is due next week. 

You always liked to get ahead of schedule so that your work wouldn’t pile up. 

After sitting in the cafe for an hour, you had to go home to cook dinner. You hated eating at cafes since bread just wasn’t your thing. 

Once you hit your dorm room, you checked your phone that seemed to have hundreds of notifications.

"The fuck?” You whispered out loud. As an RA, you could say whatever you wanted to in your room, but you still felt weird swearing in front of others. Which is why you whispered the words to yourself.

You dropped your bag at the door and quickly opened your phone. 

GIRL, CHECK TIK TOK 

Congrats, you’re famous! don’t forget me lol

rafe cameron ?? honeyyy get itttttt 

Confusion. That’s all you felt. You quickly clicked on the link on of your friends sent you. 

You watched the video set in as Topper, the owner of the account, zoomed in on your face at the cafe you were just in. You didn’t think you looked pretty as your hair was a mess and you hadn’t showered in a couple of days. 

Not to mention you were wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt-- the normal college attire. 

As you read the caption, you felt your heart race at an abnormal rate. 

The words became blurry fairly quickly as your stress started to build up. You set your phone down on the counter to avoid dropping it-- you were rational enough to do that. 

You kept getting texts from your closest friends saying two words: Call me. But at this point, you couldn’t even think straight. What was a hot, popular guy like Rafe Cameron doing pining over you? And apparently being too afraid to ask you out?

Honestly, you had never been hit on in your first two years of college and you didn’t think it was going to start with Rafe Cameron, the richest guy at the school. And every straight college girl’s wet dream. 

You heard your phone buzz on the counter and you checked caller ID. It was your best friend.

You took a deep breath and answered it.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you were dating Rafe Cameron.” She joked. 

“Shut up! Tell me what to do!!” You screamed. 

“Ok, ok, I can tell you’re freaking out and nervous, but this is a good thing! A happy thing! A guy liked you so much that he put a video--”

“His best friend posted the video--”

“As I was saying, put a video out about YOU! This is your chance to finally have the romance you’ve always dreamed of, right? You’re always pining after those book boyfriends or whatever who AREN’T REAL.”

She emphasized the last part which made you cringe. Your obsession with fictional characters was justified-- if she read, she would know. 

“Dude, this is Rafe. Rafe fucking Cameron.” She gasped at your swearing, a joke both of you had because you’ve known each other since you were children.

“Exactly, it’s Rafe motherfucking Cameron, meaning, you HAVE to go after him.” 

“No, you’re wrong! He’s Rafe Cameron! If he was really into me, he would’ve asked me out already. Literally no one can say no to him nor does anyone want to.” You bit your lip, thinking of ways to get out of this. “You know what? I bet this is a prank or something.”

“A prank?”

“Yeah, like Topper trying to embarrass Rafe by making an ugly girl ask him out--”

“First of all, don’t talk about yourself like that. And second, no, tik tok is not the place to embarrass girls. They would get roasted so hard. And third, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.”

Contrary to your best friend, you never seriously wanted a relationship. You were the type to fantasize about falling in love and hyped up all of your friends when they had crushes, but you never truly found someone you wanted to get to know or wanted to date. 

It just seemed so outlandish to you. 

Plus, you wrote off college boys when one followed all of your roommates on instagram besides you. That kinda knocked your ego down. 

“Look, I’m just going to ignore this. I don’t think it’s going to be the love story you think so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait, y/n--”

You hung up before she could finish. 

You just couldn’t deal with her hopeless romanticism right now. 

You sighed and tied your hair into a messy bun. How could you finish your homework now? 

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“I don’t think she saw it.” 

Topper laughed at his nervous looking friend.

“Dude, she definitely saw it. It has thousands of likes the last time I checked and I’m pretty sure people were tagging her in the comments.”

Rafe fixed his hat so it covered his face. He definitely didn’t want his friend to notice it turning beet red. 

“I hate you dude.” 

“No you don’t.” 

Once again, the two rich boys were sitting in the same cafe they were in yesterday. They had been sitting in there for two hours now, and there was no sign of the mysterious girl who did or did not know she was tik tok famous.

“I don’t think she’s coming.” Rafe commented. On one hand, he was relieved he wouldn’t have to talk to her. But on the bigger hand, he desperately wanted to see her again. He didn’t know why he was so captivated by her brightly dyed hair or the 10 pins stuck on her backpack. She seemed so normal, yet she stuck out with all the book stickers she had on her laptop. Rafe would never tell a living soul that he liked reading YA romance novels but he felt like he could confide in this mysterious girl. 

“I don’t know. It’s still early.” Topper noted. 

“Um, excuse me?” 

The two boys’ heads shot up at the dainty voice.

You were wearing black ripped jeans with a white top; it was the most simple outfit Rafe had seen you in as you usually dressed in bright colors. He would never admit it, but he even noticed when you changed your nail polish.

What Rafe didn’t know was that your best friends held an intervention last night and told you to dress “more to his style” which included simple attire. Yet, you couldn’t fully immerse in the role and wore your favorite bucket hat that was covered in white daisies. 

“Hey,” Rafe said lamely. 

Topper immediately gathered his stuff and left you two alone. What a homie.

At Rafe’s bland answer, you smiled politely. 

“Can I sit?” You asked. Rafe nodded and gestured towards the seat. He didn’t know why he was acting so weird, but you were just so much prettier up close. 

He could see the bright red earrings you wore that matched your Nikes and noticed your clumsily applied makeup (which he knew because his sister was so good at it). It only made his heart race even faster.

“Um, so I saw the video... I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about.” 

The boy blushed.

“Yeah?” He tried to act suave and calm, but his nerves were all over the place. He felt a bit calmer seeing the girl start to play with her hair: a nervous trait his sister said most girls had. 

“Um, well, I... I was wondering...” The girl trailed off, her face turning a darker red. He almost felt bad for her, but she was so darn cute and wanted her to continue.

“Look, I’m really bad at this... and I know you’re good at it, so...” 

The boy’s ego inflated slightly. 

“So?” 

This wasn’t going the way you wanted it to go. You felt frustrated that you couldn’t even get the words out that you practiced. Your eyes prickled with tears from embarrassment; you wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. You didn’t know what you were thinking approaching the hottest guy in campus and expect not to be tongue tied. 

And his lack of words made you think he was just messing with you. 

You felt a gentle hand on top of yours which burst your drama bubble. You looked up and saw Rafe’s bright blue eyes full of concern, and... something else.

Dammit, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo. 

“Hey, it’s ok. Honestly, it was my friend, the one who left earlier, it was his idea to put the video up and he did it without my permission. If it were up to me, it would’ve taken a lot longer to pluck up the courage to approach you...” He confessed. 

This shocked you. Rafe Cameron... tongue tied around you?? 

“Look, let’s start over. I’m Rafe Cameron, junior, business major, and fun fact: I’m on the hockey team.” You knew all of those details, but you let him give a formal introduction. You thought it was cute that he felt the need to explain all of this to you because there wasn’t anyone at your campus who didn’t know who he was.

You held out your hand.

“Y/N, a sophomore and a history major. Fun fact: I’m an RA.” His eyes brightened at your response and shook your hand with a smile. 

He had to practice his stern handshake with businessmen his father forced him to meet, but your hands were gentle and soft, like they were afraid of hurting him. It’s been a while since someone has treated him so delicately. He liked it. 

“Well, y/n, it’s a good thing I don’t live in the dorms because I definitely would’ve tried to act up to get your attention.” He teased. 

You laughed at the response because you knew a couple of the young freshmen who made a ruckus in the lounges so that you had to come in and yell at them. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, we could’ve met sooner if you were.” 

The flirty words flowed from you naturally and you wanted to take them back as soon as they left your mouth.

But they made Rafe Cameron blush, so you let it go.

Suddenly, his watch buzzed and he swore under his breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I have a business meeting to get to. Can I get your number for uhhh... for future purposes?” 

His slight fumble of words made you grin.

“Of course.” 

I guess tik tok is good for something. 

[bunnyywritings]

friday shenanigans

Kozume Kenma x bestfriend!reader

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: soooo I’m gonna start another series, this time with my baby boy Kenma🥺 I love him so much, here’s part 1, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

“Kenmaaaa! I really want a frog, I think I’m actually gonna do it this time.” You ungracefully fell back and laid on his lap as you watched yet another tik tok video with an insanely cute frog.

“Sure you are (y/n).” Kenma sighed as he fondly shook his head, moving his arms a bit so you could lay down comfortably as he played his game.

The reason he didn’t believe you was because every Friday that you had gone and slept over at his house, you always said that you were going to get a pet frog and you never did. So you saying it this time, didn’t change anything.

“Plus, I think Worm would eat it the day you got it.” He motioned to your cat that was resting on the windowsill.

“Hmm...you may be right.” You muttered as you continued to scroll through tiktok, laughing at stupid videos and lifting your phone so Kenma could see them too.

Tiktok had definitely ruined your sense of humor. For the both of you.

This time, you guys were having the sleepover at your house since your folks were out of town for the weekend and you had to take care of your cat. The up-side to having someone who plays the same amount of video games as him, you had the same consoles and games that Kenma did so it didn’t matter who’s house you were at.

“I thought you were gonna play this with me?” Kenma huffed. You had finally gotten My Hero: One Justice and he really wanted to play a 1v1 match against you.

“After we go get food with Kuroo, I have like zero energy right know.“ You had moved your arms so dramatically that you accidentally threw yourself off of the couch and onto the wood flooring. You had landed on your side with a groan.

“You’re so stupid.” Kenma laughed softly as he nudged your stomach with his foot to push you onto your back.

“Don’t laugh at my pain!” You exaggeratedly rested the back of your hand against your forehead. Just then, the doorbell rang before the door swung open.

“Your lord and savior is here!” Kuroo held his arms out as he cackled. The sound of Worm running caught your attention.

“AHH Kuroo, shut the door! Worm is gonna get out!” The door slammed shut, followed by a peeved meow.

“I swear, it’s like he was a dog in his past life or something...” You sat up and watched as Kuroo tossed his bag haphazardly and bent down to pick up the cat and petting him behind the ears.

“You’re telling me. You would be the one to have a broken cat.”

“He’s not broken!” You gasped in mock offense, “He just...has his days.” 

“So, what are we eating?”

Kenma paused the game and all three of you exchanged glances. There was silence for a good three minutes before Kenma spoke up.

“Mc...Donalads...” He suggested carefully.

“Hmm yeah, I’m down.” You nodded in agreement.

“Same here.” Kuroo grinned while twirling his keys around his fingers. Kenma moved to put on his shoes, you stood up and looked down at yourself. You had your spandex shorts on from practice and a nekoma hoodie.

“Should I change?” Both boys paused and looked at me for a second.

“Eww! Have you not showered yet?” Kuroo stuck his tongue out.

“Wha-I took a shower right after practice!” You defended with a pout, “Who do you think I am, you gremlin?”

Kenma snickered quietly. “You look good (y/n), don’t worry.” His words making you blush.

“Thank you Kozu, at least one of you is helpful.” You glared, Kuroo just shrugging with a mischievous wink.

Not bothering to put on actual shoes, you slipped on your red crocs, one had a volleyball charm on it and the other one had a ‘5′ charm on it because, coincidentally, you and Kenma had the same number jersey. 

“Again with the crocs!” Kuroo groaned.

“Get ready to catch these hand Tetsu, you literally have a pair too. We all bought them at the same time.” You rolled your eyes, pulling your socks back up so the hem rested against your shins.

You and Kenma walked over to the door before you paused and stared at Worm, he stared back at you with the same intensity. “Should I leave him here? Or take him with us?” You wondered aloud.

“Take him.” Kuroo immediately nodded. “It’s hysterical seeing people’s reaction to a cat on a leash.” That’s all the convincing you needed. You grabbed the leash and Worm ran towards you, meowing excitedly.

“Maybe you are broken...”You muttered as you slipped him into his harness and attached the leash and off you guys went

It was always the same seating arrangement, Kuroo driving, Kenma in shotgun, and you in the back.

Music blasting and windows down, both you and Kuroo were just belting the lyrics shamelessly while Kenma just bobbed his head and mouthed the words. Vibing while playing on his switch. He would pause and watch as you smiled and laughed as you just sang your little heart out, blush on his cheeks at how adorable you were.

He always enjoyed that he was the only one who had the privilege of seeing you in sweats and hoodies, in big t-shirts, hair all over the place, bare faced and slouched against the couch at 3am while you guys played video games or binge watched an anime again. He thought you were beautiful all the time. Sweaty and red-faced during a game or hair and makeup done while you dressed in streetwear.

Kuroo knew. Of course he knew. Kenma never really told him but he didn’t need to. He could just tell, Kenma wasn’t obvious with his feelings but Kuroo had known the both of you long enough to eventually figure out that the two of you were pining for each other. It made him happy to see the way you two looked at each other when you thought no one was looking. He made it his mission to get you two to finally get together before the school year ends. He wants to see the both of you happy before he goes of to college.

He pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. As the three of you walked to the entrance, the glances at your cat on a leash was priceless.

“So what’s the game plan?” You asked as you picked up Worm and he jumped onto you shoulder, perching there while nuzzling against your neck.

“I’ll get the drinks, you get the chips and stuff, and Kenma will get the candy.” Kuroo instructed and we all separated.

“Oh! Kozu! Get the-”

“I know, the matcha caramels. I got it.”

You bit your lip, heart swelling a little bit as you turned around and went to the snack aisle.

“Alright Worm, what snack are we feeling tonight?” You asked absentmindedly as he just purred in response.

“You’re right. We definitely need the taiyaki biscuits. Now the question in, chocolate or green tea?” You thought for a bit before Worm meowed this time. “What an intellectual, I’ll just get two of each. Thanks bud.” After piling your arms with snacks, you made your way to find Kuroo and Kenma.

“So uh when are you gonna, you know, stop being a simp and just tell (y/n) you like her?”

“I’m not a simp, Kuroo.” Kenma grumbled as he placed the candy he got in the cart.

“So you literally looking at her with puppy dog eyes is all my imagination?” Kenma just shrugged and before he could respond, Worm was making his way towards them while dragging the leash behind them but you were no where to be seen.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Kuroo wondered as Kenma bent down and picked up the cat.

“Goddamnit Worm! Where are you?” Was heard in what sounded like the next aisle.

“(Y/n)?”

“God?” Kenma slapped his forehead and sighed as he held back a laugh.

“Yes and I have a message for you! You are banned from heaven for wearing those god forsaken crocs!”

“Kuroo shut up! I’m trying to look for Worm!” At your shouts, Worm meowed lordly.

“Is he there with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right here.” Kenma called in response as you finally made your way to them. You carefully tossed the snacks into the cart.

“You little prick, I trusted you.” You booped Worm’s nose while glaring at him.

You guys paid and made your way back to the car and heading to the McDonald’s, you and Kenma telling Kuroo your orders so you guys wouldn’t have to order.

While you guys waited, you and Kuroo made some tiktoks. You guys both had a pretty big following on the app, the three of you were always making an appearance together on both accounts. Kenma participated in some of them, some he was just in the background. People LOVED him, you’d never admit it but some of the comments that asked about his socials or said that they were gonna ‘simp’ over him made you jealous. They shouldn’t have, since you two weren’t together but they did. He’d seen the comments but never mentioned them. They didn’t really matter to him though. After getting your orders and keeping Worm out of the bags, you guys finally got back to your house.

You three claimed your spots in the living room and Kenma popped in the My Hero game. Kuroo watched as the two of you had a 1v1. He wasn’t really interested in games that much, he just loved to watch and wait till one of you just rage quit. It didn’t happen often but when it did, it was a gem to see. After like 10 rounds, you quit after Kenma beat you 7-3.

“Kozu! I didn’t even get to finish that combo.” His eyes widened as you turned to look at him. You had been sitting on the ground and now you were looking up at him with a pout. His mind raced as he turned away to hide his blush.

“It’s not my fault you suck...”

“You wound me, Kozu! You wound me!”

“Can we try out this dance, (y/n)? It looks easy.”

“Uhhh sure.”

You guys mirrored his phone to the tv and watched the dance.

“What the hell? This isn’t easy at all!” Kenma couldn’t help but watch yours and Kuroo’s uncoordinated movements in an attempt to copy the person on screen. The two of you were usually pretty good at the dances, it was just a long process that he loved to watch.

His eyes widened when your hips swayed so fluidly, the motion was smooth and effortless. He buried his face in Worm’s soft fur, letting out a tiny groan.

Why were you doing this to him?

[drabbleoclock]

Subtlety (Toya Todoroki AU P1)

Ok so this is an AU where Endeavor convinces Toya to give up his dream of becoming a hero so Dabi is never created. Also this is gonna be a two parter because I was inspired by this tik tok but I have not gotten to the part that actually inspired it yet, but this is getting kinda long so i'm just gonna make it a second part.

Anyway, I don't think there are any TWs in here, there are implied spicy times but nothing explicit. It's honestly just cute fluffy Toya.

Ok so I just went back and edited this and Idk why it keeps changing he to I in certain spots?? When I go to edit it and fix it, it is correct so I guess we just gotta live with it.

There were a few times Nozomi thought Toya might really like her. Of course she would never admit that she knew. She recalled his teasing when they had first started seeing each other, his taunts of "Don't fall in love with me now doll." ringing in her head as she caught the way he would look at her when she left after their first few nights together, a look of hidden disappointment.

The first time Nozomi questioned how he felt was when she first met his sister.

She had fallen against his chest, panting lightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the light burn marks on his arms. He chuckled, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

"You're way to good at that." He said, notably not taking his hands off of her hips.

"Well practice makes perfect right." She smirked back at him, lifting herself off of the bed and grabbing her clothes off of the floor.

"Hmm, I suppose so. When should we... practice again?" He asked, bending over her to grab his shirt from the floor, brushing his fingers over her hips. She smiled brightly making his heartbeat quicken. He willed it to slow, brushing it off as a result of their previous activity.

"Hmm, my roommate is going out of town next week, maybe you could pay me a visit?" Nozomi suggested pulling her shirt over her head and fixing her hair in the small mirror he had by his door.

"Can't wait, I'll walk you out." Toya smiled, holding the door open for the girl he thought was such a bad ass to walk through.

He had met Nozomi at a concert he had gone to see with some friends that ended up ditching him for some chicks that were smoking outside.

He had seen her across the room, her piercings glinting in the stage lights. She had tattoos up and down her arms that seemed to dance on their own as the girl moved. This confused and intrigued Toya greatly, he had never seen anything like it. He later found out this was an effect of her quirk, letting her tattoos move around her body freely. He gravitated toward the girl all night, not being able to stop himself from looking at her, imagining what she would be like with him. Eventually, after some crafty flirting, he found out.

Then found out a few more times.

"What a gentleman tonight." Nozomi teased placing a hand gently above her heart, pulling Toya out of his memory and walking through the door into the dark hallway.

"I do my best." Toya quipped back, resting his hand on her lower back as they walked to his front door. It was supposed to be a clear shot there, but Fuyumi had other plans.

She had seen the girl with her older brother a few times, more than he had brought any other girl around, and wanted to see what made this girl special to her brother, so she hid in the kitchen until she heard Toya try to sneak her out of the house.

Pretending she had just finished making her almost empty cup of tea, she walked out, feigning surprise as she "accidentally" bumped into the couple.

"Oh hello, you must be Nozomi, Toya has told me about you." Fuyumi said brightly, bowing slightly at the woman in front of her.

Toya groaned in annoyance as he tried to push his fling toward the door.

"Really?" She questioned, holding her ground intrigued by the statement. "All good things I hope."

"Oh yes, he talks about how 'surprisingly cool' you are." Fuyumi told her, quoting the words Toya had shared the other night when asked about the girl.

"You make it sound like I talk about her all the time. I don't." He cut in, pushing the girl harder now, trying to hide his pink cheeks in the dark of the hallway. "And I don't appreciate this ambush Yumi."

"Come on T, I wanna find out just how surprisingly cool I am." Nozomi teased, giving in and let herself be pushed to the door, waving at Fuyumi and laughing at his annoyed face as she went, the door closing quickly behind her with just a quick "see ya" from Toya who refused to let her see his flushed face.

That was the first time she suspected Toya might be catching feelings. Though admittedly a little pissed at the word surprisingly before the word cool in his description of her, she overlooked it not really caring too much what he thought of her. Not yet anyway.

The next time she suspected was a surprise to both of them. Nozomi's roommate had kicked her out of their shared apartment with only her backpack of personal belongings. She would have been fine with this had it not been for the group of thugs hanging around the building. They had taken her bag, wallet, phone, everything she had on her. Everything she had. Plus, to pour salt on the wound, had roughed her up a little when she tried to fight for her belongings.

She had put up a good fight but she was simply outnumbered and the heroes had long forgotten about her little corner of the city, deeming it beyond saving.

Not knowing where else to go, with no family or friends nearby, she went to the Todoroki household. She knocked on the front door, trying her best to get rid of any evidence of tears from her face. Shivering from the cold autumn night, she stood there waiting for anybody to answer the door.

Not much to her surprise, the girl she had met a few weeks ago stood before her. The woman, Fuyumi she remembered, was in a dressing gown, her white hair falling around her shoulders, the streaks of red popping in the moonlight.

Fuyumi was surprised to see the girl, especially in the state she was in. Her hair was a tangled mess, despite her attempts to comb out the knots as she walked, scraps and bruises littering her arms, and a few scraps on her face, a small trail of blood coming from where the small bit of metal went through her eyebrow. Nozomi loved every one of her piercings, but she did have to admit they were a bit of a disadvantage in a fight.

"Oh dear, are you alright? Come in, I'll go get Toya." She said, leading the girl to the living room, guiding her to sit on one of the pillows on the floor. "I'll get the first aid kit as well." Fuyumi muttered already headed down the hall to Toya's bedroom.

Toya had thought Fuyumi was messing with him, telling him his girlfriend was hurt in the living room. He laughed when she had said it, telling her he did not have a girlfriend, that he wasn't the type, but his sister just sighed and put on her best mom voice, demanding that he go into the living room.

So he did, strolling into the living room with his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, not quite sure what to expect.

It certainly wasn't what he found. While she was definitely not his girlfriend, she was the closest thing he has ever had to one.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked nonchalantly, taking his hand out of his pocket to motion to her face, an anger forming in his chest that contradicted the calmness of his voice.

"A lot." Nozomi answered, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened the back of her throat. "Let's run through my night. First, Kita kicked me out and I don't she her letting me back in. Then, some assholes tried to take my bag. When I fought back for it they took my phone and smashed it up, leaving me with absolutely nothing to my name, and nowhere to go. And now I'm here, unexpectedly dropping all of this shit on you, someone who has no reason to deal with all of my shit," Nozomi hickuped, letting the tears and the sobs she had been holding in all night out. "I'm so sorry, I just didn't know where else to go." She finished putting her head in her hands, trying not to let him see her in such a fragile state.

Toya didn't know what to do. He wanted to tell her it was fine, that she could stay as long as she needed to, but he knew that if his father found out she was here it... Wouldn't be good. He wanted to hug her, tell her that he would help her figure it out, but his body just stood there unmoving.

Thankfully Fuyumi was back, carrying the first aid kit that was usually stashed in the bathroom. She stopped by Toya, pushing the first aid kit into his hands and giving him a small push toward the crying woman.

"She's your friend so you can clean her up. I'm going back to bed." She said, already walking down the hallway to her room before there could be any protests.

"Right, lets get you cleaned up then." He said, kneeling beside the woman he had seen just a few nights ago. He remembered her smile then, how it made the corners of his own mouth twitch up. It was completely contagious, he wanted to see it now, he imagined how beautiful it would look in the moonlight.

He mentally cursed himself for the thought. Maybe Fuyumi was right, maybe he did like this girl, but now was far from the time to dwell on that.

"I hope you at least got a few good licks in." He joked ,desperate to make her stop crying. He moved her hands from her face and wiped the tears that were falling before bringing a soft, wet cloth to her brow, washing away the blood that had dried there.

"I think I at least broke one nose." Nozomi replied, a playful smile dancing on the corner of her lips. Her face was still sad but there it was, as beautiful as he knew it would be. Toya's cheeks warmed as he tried to focus on cleaning Nozomi's wounds.

"You can stay here, at least for a few days. Endeavor is out of town so it shouldn't be too much of a problem." Was his reply, returning to reality and turning his face into an uncaring mask, the one he always hid behind when faced with new feelings.

"Thank you." Was the only reply he got, Nozomi trying to read why he had suddenly dropped his own beautiful smile as she wrapped herself in a hug, trying to warm herself up.

Nozomi thought she might know why. She knew she was breaking down his walls, knew that he was trying to put them back up around himself, she just didn't know why, not for sure anyway. She figured, in the way he called his father Endeavor, in the way his voice grew darker and more stern when talking about him. It was the way she referenced her own family.

She didn't really want to think about it, and knew he certainly didn't want to talk about it so she just left it alone. It wasn't really her place to poke into his personal life anyway. She was just a booty call after all, well that's what her mind told her anyway. Deep down she knew, knew that something was growing, a bond that would soon be stronger than anything the two of them had ever had.

"Here." Toya said stripping his sweatshirt off (an Endeavor hoodie with crude sharpie marks) and pushing it into her arms. "You're shivering."

"Thank you. For everything." She whispered, bringing the sweatshirt over her head.

"Don't mention it. Now, I'm going to bed. You're welcome to join me of course." He said, getting up and walking back towards his room, Nozomi hot on his heels.

That night they shared a bed together, for the first time just sleeping. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as her head rested on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, his other hand resting under his head.

He hardly slept that night. He kept getting distracted by her, the way her mouth fell open slightly, the way she moved when she breathed, everything about her was intoxicating to him, and honestly it terrified him.

[quaintqueer]

I don't know what you think about labels, maybe you are the kind of person who watches shows like Marie Kondo where they organise people's houses and put sticky labels on everything so that you can easily identify the contents. Maybe you're the kind of person who does not like to be labelled or stereotyped. Maybe you prefer to be just yourself.

I have had a very complex relationship with labels and identity. You could say that I started off on the wrong foot. My mother went to a Baptist church on Sunday morning and a Charismatic/Pentecostal hands-in-the-air, shouting and screaming, spiritual warfare kind of church on Sunday night. And my dad had his Holy Communion as a kid and then went to mass on Easter and Christmas.  So to begin with my labels were numerous and incongruent which did cause some issues for younger Zoe.

And I want to share with you about where God has led me through the understanding of this topic. I am not entirely sure where to start and I'm not sure how vague to be here but let's just say that at least the draft will be an explicit and partly chronological one.

12 year old Zoe I went to church most Sundays with her family and she was very very lucky to have a wonderful Christian friends in her life and at this point the label attached to her as a daughter was the unproblematic child and at school she was the sweet and friendly member of the God Squad or Singing Christians depending on how you asked. But those were the kind of labels that existed around that time.

What happens though to 12 year old Zoe is that she falls madly and instantaneously in love with her best friend. And almost immediately she thinks ‘am I in love with this girl? that must make me gay.’ And being a part of the circles that I was in a fairly conservative Christian family and a fairly conservative Christian School with Christian friends in that Christian school, I said ‘absolutely not. I don't want to have to deal with that.’ I was never hateful towards gay people in general I just thought I just didn't want to deal with it myself. My mum and I had had conversations about it when the plebiscite happened, and whenever we spoke about it, it was very much about ‘the gay people’ as opposed to anyone we knew or loved, let alone a Christian person, and so this whole gay thing wasn’t really thought about. Ao a few times over the next 2 or 3 years so I would ask, ‘am I in love with this girl’ And I always concluded ‘no no no you can't be in love cos you're not gay’.

By the time I’m about 14, I’ve been awoken to all different kinds of social justice movements, I took sociology, I’m going to save the world. THe labels I proudly wear are things like left wing, passionate, an ally to many different communities, in particular the lgbtq+ community.

Zoe at one point goes ‘frick frack, I'm definitely in love with this girl’. and because of the way that this world really loves labels, this was completely synonymous in my mind with being gay. My first response was probably because I'm bisexual so now that is an importand confusing label Zoë is wearing. I have somewhat fond somewhat mortifying memories of sitting on the Shinkansen, the bullet train, from Tokyo to Kyoto next to my dad doing every single ‘Am I gay’ quiz I could find online. Throughout this trip to Japan, I’m really testing the waters and every single younger woman I saw I was like ‘Is she cute? Am I attracted to her? Would I kiss her?’ and so that experience made me very nervous because I had still grown up with the mindset that if people were gay it was ok but they weren't Christian. And I was a Christian, so I just ignored it really. And this turned into a time of me hypersexualising sll of the boys that I had ever thought I had a crush on. I can quite confidently say that I didn't actually have a crush on many of them, I just thought that that was something that I should do. So there was a lot of ignoring this feeling.

We then reach year 10, 2020, a glorious year. In the first Lockdown, I finally caved and downloaded Tik Tok. The thing about Tik Tok is that it comes with its own world of labels, and I really would enjoy the kinds of conversations about what side of Tik Tok you are on. I loved that your For You Page automatically gave you certain labels to wear as a Tik Tok user, and I loved that those applied to real life. I quite quickly ended up on gay Tik Tok, among other things. I was also very firmly on Black Lives Matter Tik Tok, on disablrf Tik Tok, on Indigenous Tik Tok, so on and so forth. But much of my content was about the lgbtq community and this opened a ahole can of worms. I, at this time, carried a lot of shame for my attraction to women. For a bit of a backstory, I had been so severely heartbroken by this girl - not by her own intentional actions, I think that she was never going to feel about me the way that I felt about her and that was not her fault - but I was so seriously heartbroken that not only did I hold this moral shame but also this like emotional shame of my attraction to women. I felt like it was not a good thing morally and it didn't feel good emotionally because I had to still been really hurt about this girl and I have never really gotten over that. So for the first time on gay Tik Tok, I saw queerness and same-sex attraction as a positive thing not only in terms of ‘hey look these are women loving woman relationships that are working well’ but also ‘whether or not you're dating someone, queer identity is good for you and it's fun to talk about’. And as a type 4 on the enneagram, I love to feel special - not to say that I fabricated these feelings or that any queer person is queer for attention - but I think a big part of me felt validated or special because of my feelings and my queeness. It was like a new club that I could join. And so the labels that 15 year old Zoe wears largely consisted of queer. We had it dropped bisexual a little bit because at this point I was not sure if I like men at all and so we identified as queer or sapphic or bi or lesbian or gay - many of these words along with the left wing, Pro Black-lives-matter, pro-feminism, pro-lgbtq+, anti-colonialist anti-capitalist etc. etc. And I don't want to demonize any of those things - they are not at all negative things, I'm just painting a picture of the different labels that I wore.

Through out starting to come out to my friends and existing for longer periods of time not only on gay Tik Tok but now really searching all through the Internet for more LGBTQ+ identity - as I tried to confirm my traction for women, as I tried to decide about my attraction to men, about what label I should wear, and what it's like being in the LGBTQ+ community different, spaces where we interact, different identities and labels and experiences of queerness. So I really tied myself to this identity and it is I think so much because of the way the world sees labels as I said and so my first response was ‘well if I like girls I must be gay and if I'm gay I must identify that way and that has to be the most important thing about me’ because all the people I was seeing online really loved being gay. They were proud of their identity in their queeness. In the world as much as I think that we like to think we’ve got this ‘your sexuality or your gender identity doesn't matter. Gay and straight and bi and pan and whoever you are, we’re all human’, I think it often the world does like to draw those lines on both sides. Within queer communities there was - obviously ironically and satirically - this heterophobia honestly. (I'm joking!) But there was a real pride in this identity of whichever specific label you wear as well as the wider lgbtq plus label which led me to believe my sexuality was who I was. And that proved really quite awkward because I knew that my church and my family and many of my Christian friends believed that same sex marriage and romance was sinful. Because of the strong connection between my identity and my sexuality, if my sexuality was sinful, that meant that I was inherently and completely sinful and I didn't like that. It wasn't a fun feeling. After all of the years of learning about God’s gift of grace to us, kind of I lost in the crevices of my mind and whenever I thought about God I was met with feelings of shame and fear and dread and resentment sometimes even anger and I grew to be so despairing.

Eventually I tried the various progressive Christianity movements that teach that ‘God doesn't actually say the being gay is a sin, the Bible is pro queerness and don't even worry about it, God made you exactly the way that you are and he loves you the way that you are, go forth and have that lesbian relationship that you so desperately want’. But that never really sat right with me. It brought up other questions of ‘well if the current translation of the Bible says things like marriage is between a man and a woman, God made man and woman, any sex outside of marriage is sinful, or even the parts that say that ‘homosexuality is sinful, or man lying with man in certain translations, is sinful what happened to that part of the Bible?’ And of course I heard the response about how at the Bible was written by man and not by God and that it is fragile and can be manipulated and basically King James ruined the whole Bible when he wrote that translation and you don't have to listen to it. But that really didn't work for me. If that part of the Bible had been mistranslated how could I know that the rest of the Bible hadn't been mistranslated? If words like homosexuality weren't in the original text and they had been added there or mistranslated how could I understand the words like grace and love and hope and patience and kindness and peace and righteousness and holiness and justice? What if they were mistranslated? What if the whole Gospel was not how it was written in the Bible because the Bible was man-made? Pretty immediatelyI decided I couldn’t really understand a Christianity where homosexuality is not a sin because Christianity is written in the Bible and the Bible says that quite clearly. I believe that the Bible is directly the Word of God, that it is perfect, that the way that it is translated - obviously different translations vary - but that it is right from God’s mouth so imediately was like I can't believe in it Christianity where homosexuality is not a sin and so I've got to pick Christian or Gay.

And I didn’t want to choose Christian because I had this point has grown quite fond of being gay and I mean, I was truly just attracted to women, right, like I wanted a girlfriend and so I tried really hard to ignore God. I was still going to church, twice or three times a week and all that, and I could not shake the existence of God. I knew God existed. I knew that He created the world, that He was good and that they was the thing called sin that separated us from him. I knew that sin led to death. I knew that He had sent His Son to bridge the gap between himself and sinners. I knew that Son was Jesus and that He died on the cross and he rose again and I knew that if you believed in him you would spend eternity with God which was a really good thing. I could not shake those feelings, all those beliefs, and I absolutely praise God for that. I'm so beyond grateful that God did not leave me, even when I hated him and resented him and felt so much anger towards him. Praise Jesus!

All this left me thinking, well some people could go to heaven, but God hates me because of my feelings. He does not want me part of His kingdom if I'm gay. I can't ever go to heaven because I'm a sinner, and sinners don’t go to heaven. I truly don't know where all my years of learning about the grace of God had gone. This led me to a really distressed position, probably one of the lowest ever my mental health had been. I was just not coping and I ended up being kind of forced to tell my mum. I don't really want to say too much on this part of the story but by the middle-ish end of year 10 I ended up coming out to my mum and she told my dad, ‘cause I refused to do it myself, and then I got a therapist. Finally, now that my mum knew, I could ask her what I had so desperately wante to ask her - if she could please buy me some books about being gay and Christian. And so she did. And I slowly but surely started to read them, I started to read my Bible more and I started to really search for what it meant to have faith trust in God’s grace and not in your own work, not in your own actions or thoughts or words. The first book I got in particular was really hard to read it was based more on specific Theology and not on personal experience and I needed that foundation in what God really said because I had just had conversations with my mum and she had reminded me ‘God is real and he loves you and he sent his son to die for you and that is an option for you as much as it is for anyone else, your queerness does not separate you from Christ's death and resurrection’. There is a wonderful bible verse that became very important to me at this time. Romans 8, the very end of the chapter, says ‘for I'm convinced that neither death not life neither Angels not Demons need of a present or the future and or any Powers neither height nor depth nor anything else in All Creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our lord.’ So with this in mind, I decided that I could trust God and now I just needed to learn how. so I worked away through different books, through different parts of the Bible, praying really hard, searching online and asking really hard questions to some really awesome Christian women in my life, and asking God to reveal to me exactly what he thought about me and about queerness and so eventually we get to the present moment. I by no means know everything that I wish I knew, but now I can say that I wholly trust God with my next life - I trust that he has the power and the strength and the holiness to overcome even my sin which sometimes feels like the biggest there is. and I trust him with this life - that life with him is so much better than any lesbian affair I could ever experience.

I want to personally apologize to any one who the church or the world has ever made believe that they are somehow exempt from God’s love because of who they are or what they've done or how they’ve felt. That is false. There is no one that does not sin, no one that is not inherently separated from God. And there is no one who is too far from Jesus' power to be saved from that sin. God is bigger than your sin, I promise you.

I want to take this time to mourn for the lives lost and the joy and peace forfeited because of the way people who claim to know God treat queer people. I'm sorry if you have been made to feel less than because of the church. In the process of overcoming of guilt and shame that I have felt over the year, one more verse that I found really important. 1 John 1 says that ‘If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.’

So for me, I don't identify with my sexuality. I don't want to say that I'm straight now, that's not really true. but my sexuality is not what makes me who I am. I am a person fearfully and wonderfully made by God and I am a daughter of God in Christ. I am not ashamed of my feelings. I do think that it is worth mentioning that an attraction or a desire or an impulse is not the same as a sin. The Bible tells us that Jesus himself was tempted in every way and the Bible also tells us that Jesus is blameless and never sinned. And so I think it's worth the clarification that same-sex attraction or anything like that is not sinful itself and also that being gay is never worse than anyone else's sin, and it is never ever bigger than God.

I just want you all to know that there is nothing that you have done that makes you exempt from God’s love for you, to know that he is trustworthy, that the Bible is trustworthy, and I encourage you that your value is inherent as a person made in God’s image and that with Jesus, you can have identity in his son alone. When he sees you, he sees the goodness and perfection of Jesus if you believe in him.

[dlwritings]

Call Him Hers | Dean Winchester | pt 3

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pairing - Mark-of-Cain!Dean x plus-size!reader word count - 3,733 warnings - drinking, mentions of alcoholism and abuse, fat-shaming, and language

(A/N) - find my Tik Tok reference lol | this gif makes me sweat

summary - (Y/N) and Dean head out to the bar with some of (Y/N)’s old classmates. Like Dean said, everyone spills their secrets over enough liquor.

(previous) (next)

Dean got into Baby’s driver’s seat while (Y/N) slid in the passenger. She was sure her heart would never stop its excessive pumping, and Dean noticed how tense she was. “So you wanna tell me what was so bad about your time in high school?” he asked just as he revved the engine.

“Not really,” she said, putting her chin in her hand.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Dean said. “How am I supposed to make you feel better if you won’t even tell me what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t ask you to make me feel better,” she quipped. Dean let out a sigh, and she didn’t have to look at him to know he had rolled his eyes.

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” he said.

“You’d be surprised,” she said. “Not everyone got to be the hot new kid every few weeks and then disappear. Some of us were stuck in shitty towns with shitty people and a shitty dad.” Dean was quiet for a minute, letting the words she had said sink in.

“So who are Shawn and Savannah?” he asked.

She sighed. “Just my high school ex and his wife.”

“Didn’t know you had a boyfriend in high school,” he said.

“He was the only boyfriend I ever had,” she said. “We dated for about a year. End of junior year, through the summer, and into the beginning of senior year.”

“What happened?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Exactly what you’d expect.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her, then looked back at the road.

“What does that mean?” he asked. She was quiet, then pointed at the next street.

“Turn there,” she said. He did, and she showed him where to park the car. Her hope was to drop the conversation and just head into the bar, but Dean could read her like a book.

“You’re not getting off that easy,” he said.

“The hell I am,” she said with a slight laugh. “C’mon. It’s nothing. Let’s go. I’m sure the others are already inside.” Before he could say anything else, she got out of the car and lightly tugged the end of her shorts. Dean made her jump when he put his arm around her and placed a kiss to the top of her head. He laughed.

“You gonna jump out of your skin every time I touch you?” he asked.

“A little warning might be nice,” she said.

“Well then it’s not organic,” he teased. She rolled her eyes with a smile, and Dean took her hand. She wasn’t oblivious to the way his finger delicately traced over his mom’s ring, and it made her cheeks go warm. If she tried hard enough, she could pretend it was all real. That she was going to her high school reunion with her real husband who really loved her the way she loved him.

The bar wasn’t packed, though there were more people there than there would be on any other Thursday night. (Y/N) recognized everyone as people she graduated with, and it looked like all the cliques remained the same. There were the popular kids, the mega-Christian kids, the sporty boys who didn’t bother with being popular (though they easily could’ve been), the emo kids who had grown out of their phase but were still clearly sticking together, the nerdy kids who she hoped didn’t smell as bad as they did in high school, and the kids who weren’t quite popular but still thought they were better than everybody else. That was the group her ex belonged to. Everyone had their place. Everyone except her: the awkward floater no one ever liked enough to make part of their “group.”

Still, all heads turned when she and Dean walked into the room. “Can we please just go?” she whispered to Dean.

“We just got here,” he said, looking down at her. He genuinely couldn’t understand her hesitance. How could high school have been that bad for her? She was pretty and funny and nice and smart, and he was sure that didn’t just happen miraculously when he met her. She had to have always been like that. So how could high school have sucked for her?

“De-”

“(Y/N)!” Jennifer said, cutting off her protest. She turned and gave her a smile. Jennifer walked over to her with the man she assumed was her husband, though (Y/N) didn’t know him.

“Hey, Jennifer,” she said.

“This is my husband, Alec,” Jennifer said. “Alec, this is (Y/N) and her husband, Dean.” There was a tone in her voice when she said Dean’s name that (Y/N) didn’t like, though she obviously ignored it. Alec shook hands with both her and Dean with a kind smile. (Y/N) thought it was a more genuine smile that sparked a sharp contrast from Jennifer. “Well, why don’t you come say hi to everyone!” Jennifer said. “I told them about Dean, and they’ve all just been itching to meet him.”

Dean noticed the way (Y/N) tensed at Jennifer’s words, so he gave her hand a comforting squeeze as Jennifer all but dragged the two of them over to some people. Those people, to her disappointment, included Shawn and Savannah. “You guys remember (Y/N), right?” Jennifer said.

“Of course,” Savannah said, her voice obnoxiously perky.

“And you must be the famous Dean-o,” Shawn said, punching Dean lightly in the shoulder. Dean furrowed his eyebrows with a slight smirk and nodded.

“Dean, yeah,” he said, reaching out to shake Shawn’s hand. They both held their grip for a moment longer than (Y/N) deemed normal before letting go. Everyone went around and introduced themselves, mostly for the sake of the husbands and wives. There were about ten people in the small circle: (Y/N) and Dean, Jenninfer and Alec, Shawn and Savannah, Nicole (the only other girl from Shawn’s group (Y/N) ever actually liked) and her wife, and Bryan, one of the popular boys, and his wife. Casual conversation floated for a while, and (Y/N) was starting to think things might go alright. Out of the group, Shawn, Savannah, and Jennifer were the only three who never left town. Alec moved to Dewey for a job which was where he met Jennifer. Nicole and her wife met in college before moving back to Dewey which was what Bryan and his wife had done as well. So everything was going great, that is, until Savannah decided to put the spotlight on (Y/N) and Dean.

“So how did you two meet?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. Dean had his arm around (Y/N) -it hadn’t left her waist since everyone stopped shaking hands- and she noticed he gave her hip a light squeeze. She knew then that he could tell she was uncomfortable. His thumb rubbed soft circles on her bare back, then he looked at her, let out a chuckle, and looked back at Savannah.

“Well,” he said, “when I first saw her, I didn’t actually even see her really, just the, uh, pile of books she was carrying.” (Y/N) tilted her head to the side and studied Dean. He didn’t even bat an eyelash and kept talking. “She was, what?” He did look down at her then. “18?” She nodded, her eyebrows furrowed, and he smiled and looked at the others again. “I was in town visiting a friend-” Much easier to explain than the real truth. “-and I had to stop by your library. I saw her, and-” He hesitated. “What were all those books you had?” She was quiet, stunned at his story. “Poetry!” he said, snapping his fingers. “You had your arms stacked with all these poetry books. I almost ran into you. I don’t even know if you really saw me.”

“I didn’t,” she breathed out.

A part of her was forgetting they were at a bar with an audience. How had she not known that the first time Dean saw her wasn’t when he killed her dad? She could remember the day Dean was describing perfectly. It was only two days before the incident with her dad. She remembered a man almost running into her. She nearly dropped everything, and when she turned to yell at the guy, he was gone. She had no idea it had been Dean.

“Yeah,” he said, a smile growing on his face. He had been looking down at her, but remembered where he was and looked up at the others again. “A couple days later, I wound up at her house to-” He hesitated for a fraction of a second. She noticed, though she was sure the others didn’t. “-help her dad.” She had to bite back a smile. Dean continued. “After that, we kept running into each other, and I got to know her more and more. One day I just-” He scoffed, looked down at her, and placed a kiss to her temple, making her whole face heat up. “-I knew I’d never be able to live a day without her.” Her lips parted slightly as she looked up at him, still in slight shock at his story. Dean was just smiling down at her.

She thought he was fully immersed in his role as the doting husband. In reality, Dean couldn’t help but smile anytime he thought of that day.

“That’s so cute,” Savannah said, snapping (Y/N) and Dean out of their thoughts. Her tone was dripping with that fake sweetness she always had. “So (Y/N), how’d he propose?” (Y/N) hadn’t really been expecting the question. People usually didn’t ask for the proposal story of the married couples they run into. Luckily, she was quick on her feet.

“Well, Dean always knew I didn’t want a big proposal,” she said. “I never needed him to create some extravagant moment when I already know he loves me.” She glanced up at Dean to find him already looking down at her. She could read the curiosity behind his soft green eyes. She looked at the others and continued. “He had been gone on a hunting trip with his brother,” she said, causing Dean to chuckle lightly. “It was morning when he finally came home, and I hadn’t really been expecting him. He never knows how long his trips last. You and your brother-” She scoffed and looked up at him teasingly. “-sometimes I swear I can’t get you two to separate.”

He rolled his eyes at her and squeezed her hip. “Anyway, so he came home, and I was making coffee in the kitchen, and he ran up to me and scooped me in the biggest hug. You know, those kinds of hugs you get from someone who loves you where it’s like they’re holding you so tight that nothing else matters? Like, all you can smell is them? And their face is pressed to your neck, and you can feel them smile? And even if you’ve had the worst day, you know everything’s gonna be okay as long as they’re holding you? You know?”

Everyone except Savannah and Shawn -even Jennifer- were smiling, completely invested in the story (Y/N) was weaving, nodding their heads in understanding. She hadn’t realized how into the story she was getting until she looked up at Dean and met his gaze again. She cleared her throat and looked back at the others. “So when he pulled away, he showed me his hand, and in it was this ring. And he said, This was my mom’s. I never really thought about it on anyone’s finger but hers until I met you. And I have a feeling it’ll fit perfectly.”

She could feel herself getting emotional at this pretend story, which was stupid. It wasn’t like she thought often about pretend scenarios in which Dean loved her. Well, she did, but not ones in which he proposed. Still, they never made a lump rise in her throat.

Some stories, even the fake ones apparently, could really make her heart break.

She cleared her throat again and smiled. “And he slid the ring on my finger and told me he loved me and asked me to marry him,” she said. “And I did. And the rest is history.” She looked up at Dean with a smile which he returned.

“Well, that’s just so sweet,” Savannah said. “How long have you been married now?”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, thinking on her toes again, “it’ll be a year next month.”

“Ah, well then don’t sweat it, man,” Shawn suddenly said. “You’re still in the window.”

“The window?” Dean asked, cocking his head.

“Yeah,” Shawn said with a smirk. “Didn’t (Y/N) tell you? She’s got a gift.”

“Shawn,” Nicole started, clearly attempting to shut him up.

“She’s like a gateway drug,” Shawn continued. “Guys date her as a means to an end, you know? After they break up with her, the next girl they date is the one they marry. She’s two for two, ain’t that right, (Y/N)?” She just clenched her jaw and gave a tight smile, not daring to look up at Dean knowing she might cry from embarrassment. “Yup,” Shawn added. “She did it for me and Savannah and- oh, you see that guy over there? Redhead next to the blonde?” He pointed across the bar at the couple in question. “That’s Joey and Ashley. (Y/N) only dated him for two months when we were sophomores. He’s been with Ashley ever since. They got married, what is it? Six years ago now?”

“Just a year before us,” Savannah said. Bryan was biting back a laugh, the spouses all looked uninterested in the conversation, and (Y/N) chose not to meet Nicole or Jennifer’s gazes, not wanting to see the way either of them might be looking at her.

“Well,” Dean said firmly, “(Y/N) and I are very happy together. Maybe it was the two of you who were a means to an end.” Savannah looked at Dean in shock, and Shawn’s smirk dropped from his face. (Y/N) let out an awkward sigh that she tried to pass off as some sort of laugh.

“God, I sure could use a drink,” she said. “Dean, you want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” he said. She sent a half wave to the people she was with and walked quickly over to the bar.

“I’d like something strong and sweet,” she said to the bartender. He gave her a smile and nodded, turning to the liquor he had available.

“I thought you didn't drink,” Dean said, pressing his lips to her temple as part of the act.

“There’s a first time for everything,” she muttered back. She mouthed a thank you to the bartender and took a long sip of the drink he handed her. It tasted fruity, and she downed it in four big gulps. As soon as she was done, she pushed her glass towards him as he looked at her with wide eyes. “I’d love another.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Yes, sweetheart?” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she looked at Dean. He frowned and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Never better,” she said without hesitation. She slid the bartender her card and told him to keep a tab open. He handed her her second drink, and she took another big sip before giving Dean a smile. “Let’s go do some digging.”

It didn’t take long for her to get plastered beyond repair. Her tolerance was low considering she had never had a drink before. She had no idea if she and Dean were even asking questions about the missing people. All she knew was that her anxiety over the night was gone, and she was managing to have a good time. Granted she was pretty much avoiding Savannah, Shawn, and Jennifer like the plague. She was talking to some people who weren’t assholes to her in high school and had lost track of how many drinks she had had.

She was in the middle of talking to Nicole and her wife (whose name she learned was Stephanie) when Dean put his hand on her back. “I think it’s time we call it a night, sweetheart,” he said, giving her his smile that made his eyes squint. She put her hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb across his stubble.

What she wouldn’t give to truly call him hers.

“I’m having so much fun,” she said with a pout.

“I know,” he said, his grin only widening, “but I think you’ll kick my ass in the morning if you’re too hungover.” Nicole laughed sweetly.

“Looks like you snagged one of the good ones, (Y/N),” she said.

(Y/N) giggled. “I did, didn’t I? Look at him. Look at his butt. He’s so cute.” Dean laughed and put his arm around her waist. He was looking forward to holding those words over her in the morning. And forever.

“Yup,” he said. “We are definitely calling it a night.”

“Fine, you party pooper,” she said, rolling her eyes. She waved goodbye to Nicole and Stephanie and followed Dean out of the bar. “That was a blast,” she said, hoping she sounded as sarcastic as she was trying to.

“Yeah, you really seemed to enjoy yourself,” Dean said, a smirk evident on his face.

“God, why haven’t I drank before?” she asked. She snapped her fingers as if suddenly remembering the fact that had, in reality, been in her brain all night. “Probably because of my abusive, alcoholic father. That kind of puts a damper on things, doesn’t it?” She was staring out the front windshield, but felt Dean staring at her. He hadn’t even started the Impala yet.

“Your dad hit you?” he asked.

She scoffed. “Hit me. Kicked me. Punched me. Threw stuff at me. Real father of the year.”

“What?” Dean said. “Why didn’t you ever tell us?” She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.

“I did,” she said.

“When?” he asked.

“When we first met,” she said. “Sam said he was a monster, and I said I know.”

“Well sweetheart,” Dean laughed awkwardly, “we thought you meant you knew he was a werewolf.”

“Oh,” she said, laughing as well. “Nope. I meant he was a mean drunk man monster.” She put her chin in her hand and looked out her window again. She heard Dean sigh as he started the car, and the two headed back to the hotel. Dean had his music playing at a quiet volume, and she couldn’t help but roll the window down. She stuck her hand out and let it wave against the air, lost in her thoughts.

Dean, truthfully, was lost in his too. Maybe it was a good thing her dad was a werewolf: he didn’t need to validate murdering an abusive asshole.

When they got back to the hotel, (Y/N) all but fell out of the car. “Whoa, sweetheart,” Dean laughed, rushing around to put his arm around her. “I got ya.” She giggled and put her hand on top of his that was resting on her hip.

“You’re so sweet, Dean,” she slurred. “‘M so lucky to have you.”

“Mm,” Dean hummed, “and you’re very endearing when you’re drunk and half-asleep.”

They made their way up to the hotel room, and she quickly went into the bathroom to change out of her romper and into her pajamas. “So,” Dean called through the bathroom door, “what was it like to see everyone again?”

“What, you mean like my douchebag ex-boyfriend and the girl he cheated on me with?” she said sarcastically. She opened the bathroom door, now dressed in a t-shirt and some pajama shorts, her face free of make-up, and her hair in a bun. The shirt was a Led Zeppelin one she had once stolen from Dean. It didn’t fit her like a dress or anything, but it was comfy and made her feel like Dean was close to her, which she always liked.

“He cheated on you?” Dean asked, a frown etching itself onto his face. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, his bar clothes now discarded beside his suitcase.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Always told me Savannah was just his friend and I didn’t have to worry about her. I caught them making out after one of his football games. He was the quarterback.” She laughed. “Shoulda known I could never really bag a quarterback. I couldn’t even make Joey stick around, and he was a bigger nobody than me.”

“You told me earlier you only had one ex-boyfriend,” Dean reminded her.

She shrugged. “I never count Joey. We dated for two months and never even kissed. He was nice and all, but he told me I was too fat for him.” Dean had moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, but at her words, he came back in the room. His toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth.

“What?” he said.

She shrugged again. “Savannah said Shawn told her the same thing after he dumped me. It’s not exactly breaking news that I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat,” Dean said, his eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and got under the covers of the bed. Dean went back into the bathroom and finished brushing his teeth. “Well, it’s not like you really lost much,” he said when he came back in. “Shawn’s not exactly a looker.” (Y/N) scoffed under her breath. “You’re gonna look at me and you’re gonna tell me that I’m wrong?”

“I mean,” she said, “I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” Dean laughed and grabbed a pillow off the bed and a spare blanket from the closet before walking over to the couch. “What’re you doing?” she asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up a little. Dean shrugged.

“Figured I’d just sleep on the couch,” he said.

Right. Because they weren’t actually married.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “You’re kind of long.” He raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Tall?” she said instead. Dean just chuckled.

“I’ll be alright, sweetheart,” he said. “You get some rest.”

“Okay,” she said through a yawn, laying her head back down on her pillow. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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[michael-radi-the-glamorous-life]

Words Words Words

Words matter. Word choice matters. And context is everything.

I have often heard the saying that “words are magic,” and it’s difficult to disagree.

We can utilize language to create so many things:

We can create visuals to be imagined.

We can conjure emotions.

We can make peace.

We can force conflict.

We can make art.

We can tell stories.

We can build entire worlds.

Words are extraordinarily powerful, and it’s good to occasionally take stock and think about the way words affect our lives and the world around us.

Plus, it just might help your art as well. 😉

Choice

The English language is a fantastic and strange little mixture, made up of Germanic Anglo-Saxon roots with heavy borrowings of Old Norse, Norman French, Parisienne French, Latin, and oh-so-many more languages throughout time.

Basically, it’s language stew.

But that means that - unlike so many other languages around the globe - English has a built-in flexibility to adopt words, which expand its vocabulary and allow for nuances in its synonyms.

We can say essentially the same thing in multiple ways, but with each way meaning something only slightly different.

In other words (ehn? see?) - Word Choice Matters.

Let’s look at an example.

The following three phrases say, at their core, the same thing:

Killer Kitties

Fatal Felines

Deadly Cats

All three of these phrases are expressing something that means “some form of feline creature with the ability to kill.” However, due to the slight changes in the word choice, they each give off a slightly different intention in their meaning.

To me, “Killer Kitties” sounds either like a YouTube compilation video of extremely not-so-ferocious kittens trying sooo adorably hard to be predators, or like an anime series of a cute, crime-fighting cat squad.

“Fatal Felines” sounds like the title to a bad film noir starring actual cats, or some Natural History Museum exhibit on the world’s various cat predators.

And “Deadly Cats” sounds more factual and almost boring in comparison to the other two, like a half-hour filler program on NatGeo airing at 11am on a weekday.

Three phrases that all contain the same information, yet they create such different results. Words matter.

Context

Context is Queen. She rules all.

As great as word choice can be in conveying a thought the way that you specifically intend, the context in which it is said can alter every intention you had.

And to clarify, by context I mean: Who is saying it, To Whom it is being said, Where it is being said, When it is being said, Why it is being said, and How it is being said.

There are a lot of variables, which is exactly why context can be so tricky and important.

Let’s take a simple, often-said phrase as our example:

I love you.

“Aw, what a lovely choice of words for an example, Michael!”

Or is it? Dun dun dun.

The utterance of this phrase from one human being to another in various contexts has been the driving force behind a mass of storytelling and media throughout humanity’s recorded history. It’s a powerful phrase that can change drastically dependent upon its context.

Who Is Saying It

Let’s begin with Who is saying it:

A small child?

A parent?

A friend?

A significant other?

A lover?

A friend who wants to be more than a friend?

A stranger?

You may have noticed that you felt fine with the options at the beginning of the list, but felt less so by the end. And you see how expanding on the idea of “a friend” into “a friend who wants to be more than a friend” changes the context?

Well, what about if we do the same thing to “a stranger”? I’m assuming you didn’t feel great about that one upon reading it, but let’s expand our word choices to be either:

“A stranger you’ve been on five dates with, been flirting with for a month, and has now completely opened up to you and said ‘I love you for the first time.’”

“A stranger you’ve never seen before in your life trying to follow you home from the bar.”

The meaning of “stranger” is suddenly different based on its own context and who is saying the word. Context is powerful.

To Whom Is It Being Said

This one is fairly intuitive.

We may often say “I love you” to people in our lives, but we mean it differently depending on who we are speaking to.

And this is mostly because the love we feel for various people in our lives is different. Love is a large conglomeration of complex emotions and there are many nuances.

Think about how the meaning of that phrase would change if you were to say “I love you” to:

A colleague

A friend

A parent

A friend’s parent

A grandparent

A teacher

An acquaintance

A date

A boyfriend/girlfriend

A spouse

An ex

A boss

It can just keep going

How deep is the love you’re expressing? Are you just expressing, or do you want something in return? How would you define that specific love?

All of these can change depending on the person you are speaking to.

Where Is It Being Said

Many a sit-com episode and rom-com film have had climactic scenes based on this idea, particularly when “I love you” is being said romantically between two people for the very first time.

And this is again fairly intuitive.

It’s quite different to tell someone for the first time in the middle of a candle-lit dinner date than it is to say it for the first time in the middle of a break-up.

But even with dramatic situations aside, where we say it can still alter the strength and meaning behind what we say.

For instance, let’s assume you are with a friend you love deeply. How does saying “I love you” change in depth and meaning when either:

They’ve just made you laugh raucously with a joke that only the two of you would get.

You’re comforting them at a funeral for their older sibling.

Oof. Context matters.

When Is It Being Said

Let’s use the example I mentioned above of saying it for the first time during a break-up.

Even in the midst of a single conversation, when that phrase is uttered can make all of the difference. For this example, let’s assume the person in the couple saying it for the first time is the person being broken up with.

Here are three thoughts:

If “I love you” is the first thing said in the break up conversation, perhaps it was said with joy and expectation, but it instead becomes the impetus for the conversation and the break-up itself.

If said in the middle of the break-up conversation, perhaps it becomes part of the person’s argument as to why this break-up feels sudden and has taken them off-guard.

If said at the end of the conversation - even as the last word - perhaps it becomes a desperate, last-ditch effort to get the other person to stay.

Small changes to the When can alter the emotional state both people are in, and therefore change the intention behind the words.

Look for this the next time you watch a romantic comedy - it’s kind of fun to analyze!

Why Is It Being Said

Ultimately, the Why is attached to the combination of Who-To Whom-Where-When. Not that it isn’t important to note, but it is often generated by the surrounding circumstances.

We rarely say things just to say them - there’s usually a specific intention behind it.

To continue with this idea of love, we don’t stop loving people just because we aren’t saying it every second of every day. Which means that there must be an environmental reason that we choose to say “I love you” when we do.

Here are a few examples:

A parent tucking their child in for bed after a particularly difficult day for the two of them.

A just-married couple sitting on the bed, taking off their shoes, and exhaling, being alone for the first time since the reception ended five minutes ago.

A friend to their best friend who just delivered the goofiest and most public prom-posal in the middle of the school cafeteria.

With the remaining context, the why becomes apparent. What motivates us is fodder for good stories.

How Is It Being Said

More than anything, the way we say something is a window into our current emotional state.

People often believe that the way they speak tends to be a reflection of their current environment.

How many times have you heard a teenager say that they’re only being defensive with their parents because “they’re just so annoying” or “they keep asking so many questions”?

But the way we say something isn’t based upon the outer environment, it’s a reflection of how we feel internally.

Perhaps that teenager is being defensive when asked about how much homework they have because they’re feeling entirely overwhelmed by the amount of work they have to do, and it’s difficult or them to speak about. Or perhaps it’s because they plan to never do it, and parents can’t know that if they never knew how much there was in the first place.

The other side of How has to do with inflection and intent.

Context matters to determine the meaning behind word choice, but words have different meanings and connotations to each of us individually and culturally. An extreme example of this is how the “c-word” for female genitalia is a highly-charged and taboo word in the US, but a commonly used utterance in the UK.

And this is also where the internet and social media becomes a tremendous issue.

Ever gotten reprimanded on Facebook or into an online argument with someone who cannot understand the context behind your words?

Or have you ever gotten angry at someone because you saw something they wrote and you put your own tone on their words, making it become inflammatory?

The internet is great for communication in so many ways, but it makes context difficult and intended inflection almost impossible.

The more contextual information we have, the better off we are.

So perhaps the “kids” really do have it right by communicating mostly through Facetime, Instagram, and Tik Tok. Who knows?

And So

I love words. They bring me joy and they are the basis of both my art and my career.

But remembering their power and their importance is necessary to good communication and also to building a better world.

Take that extra time to think through your word choice and the context - and not just the context for you, but for the other parties involved as well.

You may just find a better balance in the world you create.

[lexer-says-stuff]

1. My nickname is Jade online, my name irl is much different

2. Between 0 and 100 (hint: I'm not over 70)

3. 156 or 157 (I forgot)

4. 9:37 pm

5. English and Bahasa Indonesia are languages I can speak decently, and I know a few words and phrases in Japanese, Korean, French, Spanish, and Dutch

6. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

7. Singing, dancing, drawing, eating, listening to music, and dying inside

8. Minho

9. Minsung

10. Dwaekki (Ik it's not very original)

11. 2min, I can't really choose between them

12. Miroh

13. Tik Tok

14. Pavlova; It looks soft and fluffy at first, but once you bite it, it's all dry and hard

15. I can't choose lmao

16. Hyung line: Minho, maknae line: Hyunjin, Jisung

17. Iced lemon tea

18. Rose; beautiful and dangerous at the same time

19. Sentimental

20. Chamomile tea; calming and makes me feel happier

21. Night, because he can do everything but sleep

22. No

23. All of them, but Jeongin if I had to choose one

24. Pink; I usually associate pink with cuteness and wholesomeness

25. I listen to BTS, TXT, Enhypen, BLACKPINK, Twice, Mamamoo, Secret Number, plus many other groups. I also listen to video game songs (fanmade and OSTs), songs that are in The Music Freaks, J-pop, musical sound tracks, western pop music, and, on very rare occasions, pop music from my home country, Indonesia.

26. Why just one? Let's have both!

27. Brussel sprouts. And toxicity. And being labeled "the smart kid".

28. Ferret, because SKZOO

29. Yes

30. Homework, and yes it's been in my head non-stop (hehe Hamilton reference go brrr)

31. Playing Minecraft; that's something he would 100% do

32. Love; I love him so much and he has a YT channel now and he posts a lot of content there and his voice is just so soothing.

33. Neither, I only drink ~Sprite~

34. Probably A Wrinkle in Time or Tuck Everlasting

35. Just like in vocal line, I can't decide lmao

36. I didn't buy Mixtape bc I'm broke af :')

37. No and I'm too scared to get any

38. Cereal, if you put milk first don't question me if I look at you weirdly

39. I'd have to say Minho. His dancing is really fluid, and I just love the way he moves. Idk I'm not a professional.

40. The Amazing World of Gumball

41. Yes, I have a cat named Johnny Suh, but we all just call him Johnny

42. Hyung line, they need more appreciation imo so Imma show them my luv <3

43. Break the Silence; it was really touching for me, and I love how they showed their goofy side on it hehe

44. Felix, Jisung, and Jeongin; I just wanna play Minecraft with them lmao

45. Magic Shop, a Minsung fanfic by shinsoskittycst on Wattpad based off of the trailer by skzshii on YT, and also I Want You Back, a Yeonbin fanfic by lil_rachaaaaa, also on Wattpad

46. Depends on the content

47. Indonesia

48. Wait I thought we did this already- I think they're all cute, but if I had to choose one, I'd say Jeongin

49. I love Jisung's heart smile best :3, and I really like Minho's laugh in a way I can't really describe lmao

50. Chan: Chris (he has the same name as my dad lmao), Minho: Minnie, Lino, lEe KnOw (I usually use it ironically), Changbin: Beanie, Hyunjin: Drama Llama, Jisung: Squirrel or Quokka, Felix: Lixie (and sometimes Yongbok lmao), Seungmin: Idk I don't really have a nickname for him, Jeongin: Innie

That's all! And I don't really have any friends here so I can't tag anyone :')

Stray Kids tag/ask game!

Hi! Answer these 50 question (or don’t if you don’t want to)and then tag somebody if you want. Let’s find out a few things about Stray Kids fans! And maybe let’s find new friends. So, start: 1. Your nick (and name if it’s ok to you) 2. Your age 3. Your height 4. Time right now 5. Languages you know 6. Your favourite word 7. Your hobbies 8. Your bias in Stray Kids 9. Your OTP in SKI 10. Use one word to describe Changbin 11. With one of SKI members has murder tendencies? 12. Your favourite Stray Kids’ song 13. Your favourite 3RACHA’s song 14. Use food to describe Minho 15. In vocal line – whose voice is your favourite 16. Hyung line – pick up one of them, maknea line - pick 2 17. Your favourite drink 18. Use flower to describe Seungmin 19. Trot vs. Sentimental 20. Use tea to describe Jisung 21. Use time of a day to describe Chan 22. Do you wear glasses 23. Who is the cutest in SKI 24. Use colour to describe Jeongin 25. What do you listen to besides Stray Kids and 3RACHA 26. Stray Kids’ songs or 3RACHA’s songs? 27. What do you hate? 28. Use animal to describe Hyunjin 29. Is there something that you should be doing right now? 30. If you answered yes: what is it? And did you hear in your head Chan’s “Like, mate, stop procrastinating”? 31. Use activity to describe Felix 32. Use a thing to describe Woojin 33. Coca-cola or Pepsi 34. Favourite book 35. In rap line – whose voice is your favourite 36. If you bought Mixtape, whose card did you get? Are you happy with them? 37. Do you have any piercing or tattoos? 38. Cereals or milk first? 39. In dance line – whose moves do you like the most 40. Your favourite TV series? 41. Do you have a pet? 42. Hyung line or maknea line. Choose one. 43. Favourite movie 44. If you could spend a day with 3 SKI members (but not your bias!) who would you choose? 45. Your favourite fanfiction 46. Do you like spoilers? 47. Which country do you live? 48. The cutest person in Stray Kids. 49. Whose smile do you like best? And whose laugh? 50. Do you have any nicknames for SKI members? EXTRA. Is there anything you want to say to the person who tagged you? :D I don’t know any SKI stans here, so I will tag kind of random people. I hope it’s ok for you to be tagged by me. Also feel free to do this even if I didn’t tag you, I’ll be happy if you do it. Like, really happy mate. @minnoah22 @felixxtrash  @musicalval @incorrect-straykids @lindzaylove @straykidsimnida @chang-bean @bundlelovers