#this is my opinion please leave me alone I don’t wanna hear it

[artificialbreezy]

so many thoughts, here they are. Girl dad Matt coming in HOT i have more thoughts too, will make a part 2 if you want

this is just really fluffy okay? i’m so soft for him

there’s so many dude, so there’s a cut to not clog up the dash

when he finds out your pregnant, he’s literally crying. he’s so happy. goes right up to your belly, “hi baby, i’m your daddy. i’m so fucking excited to meet you.”

immediately starts planning the nursery tbh

stuck between winnie the pooh or lord of the rings

settles on lord of the rings because “the plants will be soothing and it’ll be neutral and not harsh on her eyes!”

“Matty, we don’t know if she’s a girl yet.”

“i know it!! i know she is, i just do.”

he was right, she was in fact a girl.

you guys didn’t wanna wait, the doctor asked and Matt immediately said “we can’t wait, please.”

“it’s a girl! and she’s looking as healthy as can be too.”

he’s crying again, you’re crying again. he just stands up and kisses your head, “i love you. thank you for this.”

he always runs to get you whatever you need too. cravings at 3am? he’s got it don’t worry

you’re not staying home alone either, you’re coming with him.

boo is so protective too btw

he’s got a copy of your birth plan, a bag of clothes for you and him (plus all your travel size shower stuff), and a baby bag in his car at all times plus the one originally prepped in case you have time to grab that. but emergency one is ready also

he’s your biggest advocate at the hospital

he’s not letting anyone do anything you don’t want

doctors look at him for his opinion? no sir you ask my wife, or let me consult our paper (he though he has it memorized front to back)

he’s holding your hand the entire time, he’s cheering you on, he’s being the best support he can be right now.

when all is said and done, and his little girl is here. he’s so emo.

you get skin time first, she’s laying on your chest and he’s leaning against your bed. head resting on yours, “you did it mama, she’s here.” and his eyes are just sparkling man, he’s so mf happy

when it’s his turn for skin to skin, he’s ready. hair is put up, shirts off and he’s comfy in the chair. telling her all about how her mama is the best mama ever, and he’s gonna do anything to keep her safe and she has loads of uncles who are so excited to meet her, even tho one is more excited than the rest

the first guest is Noah, he was sitting in the waiting room the second Matt said it was happening tbh

and that’s when Matt gives him a little gift bag that has a shirt that says “godfather” and then Noah’s crying and you’re crying again and he’s blabbering about how he swears nothings gonna happen to her on his watch and he can’t wait to spoil her so rotten

when everyone leaves and it’s time to shower. he has no shame asking the nurses to take his baby to the nursery for a little while.

he’s helping you the whole time, he’s gonna wash your hair and your body and he’s gonna be so gentle and he’s so soft the whole time.

“can’t believe we’re really parents now, honey.”

“she’s the sweetest thing to ever happen to me, outside of you of course.”

“thank you so much, honey. i love you and i love her so much and i promise to always be here.”

when you finally leave the hospital you are not carrying a thing

“honey, you carried her 9 months and went thru 23 hours of labor. the least i can do is carry her to the car.”

you guys settle into this life so easy tbh

he’s big on baby wearing

especially when he’s working, it gives him time with his girl and his other girl time to relax

when tours are happening or a show is happening, he’s baby wearing and he’s putting those big ole headphones on her so he can work and take care of her

and yeah she can’t hear a thing but he’s gonna tell her about how she’s gonna be just like daddy, so he’s gonna teach her young

and when she gets a little older, he’s gonna make her own little garden in the yard. get her those cute little gardening tools, and take her to home depot to pick out seeds and he’ll teach her how to garden while her pretty mama is sitting on the deck watching all lovingly

and suddenly it’s her first year of school

and daddy daughter dances are here!!

he’s gonna go all out for her, big dress, dinner before, a photo shoot with auntie Lana

and she had the time of her life.

he walks in, in his button up carrying her against his chest

“she fell asleep in the car, let me go put her in bed and i’ll be right back honey.”

and he’s so happy, life couldn’t get any better in his eyes.

until he sits down, and you hand him a little old piece of plastic that just says “Yes +”

and now he’s crying, because he’s gonna have ANOTHER baby?!

[scooburst]

Scoosletter

Update for once: this is about discord more then anything. They’re annoyed at me talking to people they don’t know essentially. They call them strangers but strangers is so rude. Anyway. Not much else. I don’t know.

Am I okay; not really.

Things that happened; a lot

Log: oh wonderful, my life is falling apart.

My friend group might split. And as usual I’m stuck in the middle, still talking to everyone, hearing all of thier sides, not having an opinion, having to fake agree jsut to keep this alive. There was a huge argument and I didn’t even do anything. I just ignored it. Why don’t they hate me? Why don’t they leave? Only one of them snapped at me when I checked in anyway. Why? I don’t know. I can’t have this fall apart. I can’t lose them. Please.

I think people think I’m fake already. They’re right anyway. I don’t know who the fuck I am. This all might be an act, I don’t know. But I’m being honest when I talk, I think. I don’t remember. That’s probably fine. I just don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten. I don’t care if I’m alone just don’t forget me.

That’s it for now. I know this is a bit short and a lil late for our east coast American friends and some others as well (I don’t know time zones im sorry) but that’s fine.

Tags: @honey-bell-aint-well @skelpiescool @doubladescimitar @mydysfunctionallife @youtry2replaceurself @100percentevil

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Lyric: I just wanna go back to my room, I don’t want the fame I just want you - Rockstar, BoyWithUke

Lyric 2 because yeah: Give me a reason to hurt me, I’m so good at lying, about why I’m alone - I’m So Good At Lying, Rxseboy (ft. Powfu)

[plants-are-fun]

my icks about the fandom

my credentials: I’m a certified hater, and I’ve been watching since 2020

-everyone always talks about how they “miss the old times” and bitch so do I. But what they don’t realize is they say it in a place where the triplets can see it. It’s physically not possible to go back to the old times with the new following that they have.

-I hate when they don’t let a specific person have their moment. For example: Nick on his live talking about his new brand that he’s had in the works for who knows how long, and Chris makes one comment to show his support and everyone goes “OMG HI CHRIS I LOVE YOU PLEASE NOTICE ME”. Let them be their own person

-which brings me to lives. I HATE joining lives because it genuinely fills me with rage. Listen Stephanie, they don’t want to say “hi Stephanie”, they don’t want your life story, and they don’t want to say hi to your friend. And you aren’t gonna join their live. Shut the fuck up.

-also everyone needs to chill about the lip balm prices. If you don’t wanna buy it, that’s fine. No one of forcing you to. But no one ones to hear your opinion. There are reasons they have to make it expensive. Have you seen the inflation in makeup and skincare? Also they have to ship. Also it’s organic. Also it’s 60% bigger. Also there’s three of them. Just leave him alone

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I have so many more of these

I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings

I am filled with so much hormonal rage

bye

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: unplanned pregnancy, addiction

D.'s Dad went home. My Mom accompanied him to the door and said goodbye to him. I tried to talk to Nico in the meantime. I noticed he was upset about earlier. I was so sorry that he had to hear what I said about Daniel. 🤷‍♀️🙁

I was expecting Nico to get totally mad, like he used to. Especially when my Mom came to us in the living room and started to make N. bad. But he remained calm! I, went crazy! I was so mad at my Mother! She had no reason to put him down. And me too, actually. 😕

Mom: Why are you apologizing to him for?... You’re always trying to please him. You don’t have to! Finally wake up A.!.... He has no reason to be mad at you. He knew you were still married!

Me: Who asked your opinion? 😠... I don’t care what you think. Besides, you don’t even know what it’s about!

Mom: Really?... Then please enlighten me! I’m trying to help Daniel and you! Don't you care about Daniel?? You know what he went through, what happened to you both! He needs HELP!

Me: No, I will not hear this! Daniel just took off, damn it! He told me himself, that he did something that would hurt me! And still, I wasn’t mad at him! I begged him to tell me and promised him we’d fix it. But he didn’t want to, so he left. And he did it again! He decided to run away a second time. ... Didn't you listen to his Dad???... I can’t and don’t want to be with someone running away from me. I can't deal with that! Sorry.🙁😢

Mom: Just to understand it. Does that mean, it’s finally over and you want a divorce?

Me: I'm sorry, but.... yes. 🙁

Mom: Is that what YOU want, your decision, or did Nico tell you what to do?

Nico: 😒😒...

Me: I wanna be with N., as it should have been. But your.... great man, sent Nico away last year. He convinced him to leave me, by making him feel guilty. He told Nico that he would only help me get clean, if he broke up with me.😠 And Nico knew, that I had trouble with Philip. So he couldn’t leave me alone with P. There were only two options! Either I go with him to Italy, or he has to leave me here with you and break up with me, because Dad asked him to! 😠 I swear, if I had known, I would have gone with him.

Mom: Yes, you should have gone with him. 😠 That would have saved us all a lot of trouble...

Mom: And you know? I’ve never seen you as happy with Nico, as you were with Daniel.

Me: That’s really cruel what you do. He can hear you! 😠🙁

Mom: Sorry! But.. I have no more strength to...  keep you from making wrong decisions. However, I'll stay out of this thing.

Me: Fine! And... there’s one more thing, I might have to tell you. I'm pregnant! It’s Nico’s Baby and I’ll keep it.

Mom: Excuse me??... How-... N.!? Is that why you’re so quiet?... You.... really want this? 🤨

Nico: I already discussed that with her. Were it up to me, I wouldn’t even tell you.

Mom: How are you going to do that? You have to go abroad soon.

Nico: She’s coming with me! I certainly won’t leave her with you. I do not repeat mistakes!

Mom: You wanna raise your Baby on a.... soccer pitch? I mean, how do you imagine that? You really wanna take her and the Baby abroad with you, every time?.. Who should pay for all this? Can you afford this? I don’t think your soccer club is going to pay for your girlfriend & your Baby. And you can not expect a little Baby to travel back and forth constantly on the plane. A baby needs a home! A regulated, familiar environment! It takes time and effort to do all of these things, but as parents, this is your responsibility!!

Me: Don’t worry, we can do it! And now stop making him feel insecure.😠

Mom: Oh sorry, if I unsettled Nico..... This is no joke! When you have a baby, your responsibilities increase tremendously.

Nico (to me): Shit, she's right! We won’t make it. I won’t make it! I’ll never be there..... You’ll be alone most of the time.

Mom: And she won’t be able to do it alone! I know her! She will be totally overwhelmed, especially alone somewhere abroad. And what about your damn pills, A.?

Me: Shut up please! 😠😠 I can do this, hell!..... You believe me N., don’t you? 🙁😢

Nico:🙁 .......... Yea, I believe you.... I just know. ... I’ll come up with something, so I can stay with you. I just have to plan this well out. I can at least be with you at the beginning and help you get used to it. And I won’t be gone that long, I’ll always come home, as often as I can.

Mom: You’re both a little out of your mind, I think?.... You should talk to a doctor first. After that, you will know how to decide. You need to find out how those pills will affect your Baby. That's most important!! Everything else.... we can work out. I mean.... you two!

Even though my Mom calmed down a bit in the end, I was still totally disappointed in her and mad! That my Dad gets upset about Nico and can’t stand him, I was used to this. But I couldn’t understand why my Mom started doing it?? Nico said nothing wrong or bad. He only got involved in the conversation when she asked him to. However, I felt so sorry for him. I just can’t stand it when I feel that something was- or is not fair!

And who knows what his Mom will say to me, once she finds out, I’m pregnant.😥But I was most afraid to meet Melanie again. I know that sounds totally cowardly, but Melanie has always bullied me. Somehow I could not forget that. 😕

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[toxiccrybabyart]

Cleo De Nile you’re so beguile, even though you act so vile~!

Cleo has always had elements that, bug me. I love her character, but, some her design choices were, um… choices.

Just like every other G1 post, this is not a dig towards or in reference to G3. I do t want to hear anything negative about G3, this is not the place. Go comment on official monster high posts and leave us artists alone.

This one was both very fun and also very stressful for me. I always get stressed designing cultural characters, I don’t wanna be that asshole who makes something stereotypical and offensive. If I’ve done anything wrong please do let me know, I am always open to nicely worded criticism! That being said, onto my usual design ramblings.

You’ll notice pretty quickly I ended up redesigning her outfit again, that was because she didn’t look rich or mummy enough in my original, in my opinion.

You’ll also probably notice that Cleo’s skintone has changed. I have never been a fan of people designing every ancient Egyptian as a light skinned, especially the girls. Egyptians lived in Africa, and if you look at their hieroglyphics, a lot of them were dark skinned. That’s not to say they were all dark skinned but it’s very annoying that almost every depiction of Egyptians, especially girls, are light skinned. Other than that, i changed her eye color to a golden brown because the blue really bugged me for like no reason. Her hair stayed roughly the same I just made it longer. I also gave her mummy wrapping around her eye, because I thought it’d be cool.

As for her outfit, I really struggled initially, but the second one turned out really cute. I changed the golden strand to golden braids, and gave her the mummy wrapping jumper back, just in shorts form this time. I added more jewelry and did my best to make it apparent that she is rich with all the gold. I tried to keep the blue minimal while still giving it a chance to shine. Over all this second design is very cute and I am very proud of myself.

[lkhaitsu]

“ Serendipity ”

“Kenma, do you know what serendipity means?”

“No. What is that?”

“Well, you’re my serendipity.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s a secret.”

(past)

He was quiet, an outcast. Nobody really spoke to him in class besides that rooster haired kid who was a year older. It was like he was in his own world, he didn’t bother anyone and nobody bothered him. Like the hard worker you were, you always stayed afterschool to help with paperwork, cleaning duties, you name it. Unfortunately for you, you had the misfortune of having to clean with the pudding haired boy. It’s so awkward when he’s around. You’ve never heard his voice.

“Are you not gonna say anything?”

He looked up at you like you were insane. He tilted his head to the side in confusion trying to figure out what you were talking about.

“You’re so quiet it’s driving me crazy! Why don’t you ever speak? Are you a loner?”

…

“No… I’m not a loner, I’d just prefer being alone.”

He actually spoke. Out of the six months you’ve been his classmate, this was the first time you’d actually hear the boy speak.

“That’s what being a loner is..”

“I have friends.. They never leave me alone even though i’d rather be alone.”

“But why? Having the right people by your side can really help.”

“Yeah but.. It’s a hassle.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You sat down in one of the chairs waiting for him to explain what he meant by “friendship was a hassle.”

“I mean, with friendship comes trust issues, and that’s tiring. Having to constantly comfort someone because they’re upset or, someone trying to pry into your private life. I’d rather be alone.”

“Oh I see. You really are a loner aren’t you?”

“.. I guess so..”

“Well my name is [Y/N]. It’s nice we get to talk like this Kozume.”

“Just call me Kenma please.”

“Oh, okay..”

“But yeah, you’re okay too I guess.”

“I know you said having a friend is a pain but, don’t you wanna be friends with me? Cmon…!!!”

“You’re making it sound like I have absolutely zero friends, I do have friends. Annoying ones..”

“So what do ya say? Wanna be my friend?”

“No way.”

“Huh?! Why not?!”

“I see you in class. Everyone always wants to hang out with you, you’re a cool person, you also work hard constantly. I can’t keep up with that.”

“Is that praise? I can’t tell.. so will you be my friend?”

“Still no.”

“Come on! I’m cool, I promise!”

“Fine.”

(present)

As you got to know the boy known as Kenma Kozume, your opinion of him drastically changed. At first he was the weird kid in your class but now, he’s Kenma, your fiancé.

“What are you doing?” Kenma pulls your cheeks as he catches you dozing off.”

“Owe! I was just reminiscing about the past. So mean to me. Things will never change I suppose.”

“Well, if you’re fine with marrying someone like me, then.. I suppose so..”

“Kenma, I’ve told you this a while ago and I’ll say it again. You’re my serendipity.”

“What does that mean? You still never told me.”

“Ehe, it’s a secret.” <3

[strawberry-metal]

Ok, so I managed to get sick today and ended up throwing up stomach acid. Fun. Soooo I’ll try to make this update readable despite feeling like shite. Also if I come across as rude at any points I do also apologize for that. >.<

Ok… I’ll try to make this easy to read.

-First off I ask that any invasive questions be kept to yourself, even if you’re a friend. Alot of this is private life matters and it is between me and those involved. I do not want to talk or reveal things about my private life, and I don’t want to do that about THEIR own private life as well. Please respect that. Only ONE of my friends knows everything and that’s just because they happened to be online when I REALLY needed an outsider to talk to and get an opinion from. Do not try to find out who it is, and if you know who it is, leave them alone please. And to my other friends, do not get jealous if you don’t know anything. It was again, simply because this person happened to be the one person online at the time. Do not bother them or start drama over it, please.

-Sooooo as I said above, I’m sick and threw up stomach acid. Hooraaaaay :D My allergies are also on high alert because I took a little walk in my backyard annnnnnd it’s full of ragweed. I’m REALLY allergic to ragweed. Rip. 🫠

-After moving I’ve… realized alot of things…in regards to my parents. I’m not gonna delve into the past or reveal private matters but…I was not the best daughter. I regret it so much. I did not cherish them. I also realized just… how much I love them. Legit cried for three days and didn’t sleep for two. Heh, since when was I such a crybaby? I want to be their little girl again but no matter how much I ask, the lord won’t rewind time.

-I spent all my time on the internet and I would stay home when they would go out to do stuff. For years. My parents had me really late, they’re both in their 70s now… while I’m in my 20s. I regret so much. Most kids get to have their parents until they're middle aged. I might not very well get that blessing and that tears my heart apart. It’s so unfair. There’s so much I need to make up for. I wanna make up for all the fights with mom, never really talking much or confiding in with my Dad, not going out with them to places, being so easily irritable, etc. I want to make up for things and lost time while I still can so I don’t have any regrets…

-I’m always so damn worried something will happen when I’m not around. My mom has bell’s palsy so if she gets sick she could end up in the emergency room. I almost lost her to covid. Dad I’m scared of him getting hurt because he’s a workaholic and always doing strenuous activity despite his age. What if he finally gets badly hurt? I’m not around all the time anymore if something does happen.

-And truthfully, I… realized I wasn’t as ready to move out as I thought I was. Alot of the reasons will remain private, but I’ll just say that I… wasn’t properly prepared for it, and the dating years weren’t like how most couples do them. My autism certainly makes that so much harder too. And all my stuff is already moved into the new place. Nothing of mine is at my folks anymore. Not even a bed. It just breaks my heart because I honestly feel like I don’t belong anywhere anymore, and I know I’m getting people hurt because of it. I just wish I was honest from the get go about how I felt so this whole situation could of been avoided.

-Honestly I just wish there was a way all four of us could be together.

-That’s all I’m gonna talk about. I don’t want to talk about or reveal anything more as it is private life matters. Please respect that.

-I’m probably gonna spend less time on social media because I desperately want to make up for lost time. I don’t want to have any regrets… so please don’t be scared if you don’t hear from me in two days or so.

-I will not answer any asks regarding this post but thank you for taking the time to read this update.

-I just feel like such a fuck up.

[jrwiyuri]

I would like to hear ypur aro Chip agenda please 👉👈 that's also been rotating in my head I wanna know

I just made a post about it!! But like TLDR Chip finds solace in the theoretical romantic partner because romance is painted as fining someone someone who will love him regardless of his flaws, which means that even for someone as unlovable as him (in his opinion), it’s possible.

It also reassures him that in a sense he won’t hurt the people he is close to, because he is always chasing after this perfect partner who won’t abandon him it gives other people a chance to leave. To not have to follow him when he eventually fucks up and hurts them, or kills then off for good (bro has NOT gotten past the hole in the sea).

Idk. I think it rlly sticks with me that Chip was planning on going in the hole in the sea alone, and that he never wanted Jay to go to war because it would hurt her to fight her family. But Jay and Gillion are doing that anyway, because they DO love him. He already had people that love him so much, that will go to the end of the earth for him.. that do care. Even though he’s fucked up, even though he’s made mistakes. And he doesn’t truly understand it yet I don’t think, but he’s learning to let it happen. I like that.. I love chip jrwi..

[birdsbeesknees]

This is for people feeling like this living with conservatives! I am not a professional in psychology. This is just from personal experience.

- Find as many ways to not be around the “home” conservatives. That being the ones you live with or are connected too. Wether or not you wanna avoid the ones outside of that is up to you. For me it’s easier cause it’s like “sweet freedom on a stick I don’t give a damn I am ALIIIVE” when I’m on my own. Obviously avoid the alt right. If you have a car you can get a job to save money to move out, go to the library, go to a park, all kinds of stuff. If you don’t, I’m assuming you’re probably a minor, but for my folks that are adults I’ll leave you with some other stuff after this. For the minors, sign up to as many school activities as you can. Band is all year round and gay as hell. Most sports are seasonal though. Also stay at friends houses, and if you’re grades are good enough you can be an after school tutor. For my adults with no car, try getting a bicycle, or a friend with a car. Also you can read fantasy of fiction novels a lot. I know that sounds weird but they really do suck you into other worlds. Also see about living with someone else if you can.

- Get as many distractions in your life as possible. And make sure they’re healthy. Reading, writing, running, birdwatching, sewing, making music. Make it a challenge to get as many things in your life that distract you and make you happy. Bonus points if they make others happy.

- Journal your feelings out. Find some healthy way to express your feelings. And make sure you’re doing it a lot so it doesn’t back up. Also if you’re being really real in this expression make sure you hide it like SUPER well from the home conservatives. And I mean really really well. Like writing your diary in a language they don’t know well.

- Make sure you have people around that love you for who you actually are. Have their numbers written down on paper in case your device gets taken away. Make friends that see you for who you are and love you. Go to events that you think will have people like that there.

- Make sure you’re doing the baseline things where you live with your folks to keep them from getting angry. Chores, keeping up with schoolwork, whatever it is.

- Don’t ever bring up any political topics around them, at least don’t do this if you know they’re not gonna change.

- Never argue, just confront or politely disagree. No name calling, assuming how they feel, or telling them how they feel. Avoid arguments on the whole, just confront. As in healthily tell them there’s an issue. If they get rowdy stick to what I said about no name calling and all that other jazz. And stay CALM.

- If you hear them talking about you behind your back, only listen in if it’s for your safety. If not I stick to this motto “it is not worth it in this lifetime or any others” because it’s really not.

- Do whatever possible (no matter how far away a move out is) to save money to move out. Save up money in general tbh. When I say whatever possible though I don’t mean harm yourself or others.

- Don’t risk coming out unless you’ve moved out or if they’ve changed FOR SURE. I repeat, do not come out to them while living with them unless you know they’re completely safe. Which if you’re reading this all the way through probably not.

- Remember that their opinions aren’t the be all end all. That you’re not completely alone and there’s a whole world out there on your side. There really is.

Again I am not in a lot of trumps main communities he targets hate towards (although I am in some) and I’m also not a professional in psychology so if any of this was problematic please let me know.

I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.

[boysnberriespie]

Sorry I’m trying not to be too bitter about this, I’m trying to just move on with my life, eventually make more Izzy art once I’m not just fucking annoyed, but if you don’t wanna hear it block the tag “pirate bitching”

(I just don’t want my posts to show up anywhere in the main tags because please leave me alone if you’re mean lol)

“This opinion is because you’re looking too close and thinking too hard about it it’s a romcom” MAN y’all were plate of corning this show to hell and back for a YEAR and a half 😭to the point that I know people who absolutely hate this show, never watched it, but still know a shit ton about it cuz people never shut the hell up, be consistent 😩

[brittlebonesguy]

4,5,6,7

stephanie.....she doesn’t have to sleep out in the rain every night jesus. once again clay i can’t stand you dumbass opinions kindly shut your mouth for the rest of the season please. all three of these men of this tribe: ted, clay, and brian are at the bottom of my list i hate them. i truly don’t like ted or clay. you wanna know why it wasn’t a team effort shii ann? because it was dead fucking quiet even coming up with a name for the dummy you’re meant to decorate. you also literally said you don’t care. so.....all of you be annoying i guess. i REALLY hate the way the men talk about the women on the orange tribe. and i don’t like that they call jan granny. especially since they do nothing around the camp. the women are getting the water, making the food and the men? sitting the water. and there it is. the outright sexism. fuck you guys. helen is eating with these comments against the men oof. thats fully correct ghandia unfortunately women never stick together in this game and all three of you will be picked off. wanna try that sentence again clay or are you just gonna keep stumbling through it. stop not jeff chastising clay’s choice of a nickname. i am so disappointed in you helen. truly. ghandia you have every right not to let it go. 

who wouldn’t for you clay, you fucking pig. ........a lot of people eat the organs of animals robb. and also why are you turning your nose up to perfectly good food just because it’s an organ. you guys have been starving for days but you draw the line there? he better pray one of the challenge isn’t gross food based. brian really has a high opinion of himself. great little piss baby got hurt and somehow its shii ann’s fault. can’t wait to hear him complain about this for the next three day. these people are so useless. how the fuck do you lose  whole fucking boat. the island isn’t mysterious you’re just stupid. ted is absolutely responsible for the boat but i’ll just blame it on you anyway clay. its more fun that way. ot instead of yelling you could just get out of the water and read the fucking note yourself. clay: its betting on food jan: its a gambling thing clay: no shit sherlock. okay,,,,,so you’re allowed to point out the obvious but no one else? your sexism is showing give me 10 minutes with him alone in a room and he’s coming back with at least three broken bones. helen what makes you think you won’t be out next right after jan. i hate when people say “oh i’d hate to do it but that’s the decision that the tribes made i have to vote for them” no you DONT you literally don’t have to. i can feel how much jeff doesn’t like robb. 

oh so we’re all just gonna drop that word whenever huh? shii ann now on a shit list. if you don’t want anyone to know about your secret alliance then don’t fall into silence the moment someone walks up while you’re talking. i don’t understand the constant judgement of jan. she seems really sweet and she just wants to have a fucking funeral for a bat okay? piss off. she deserves a better season honestly. firstly robb needs to stop saying baby to shii ann and secondly he truly does not know how to spell her name considering he keeps putting s.h.bye BITCH! thank god robb didn’t make to to merge. i don’t know what i would have done if he did. i get the vibe that jeff is so done with this season.

why did it look like brian was going in for a kiss with penny. really hate brian’s cockiness. rest of her life? its just survivor ken. penny does give mean girl vibes. yeah shii ann leaving tracks for this tribe

[ignis-writes]

The next 50 days

Pairing: Captain Syverson × Female Reader

Summary:Unsaid goodbyes

Pov: First person pov

Warnings: Mentions of war, injury, and slight angst. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes. Goodluck with my first ever fic

Plus: Do not plagiarize/translate my work. I do not own Cpt: SY or Sandcastle

gif: @henrycavell

  Standing alone at the departure terminal of the airport, I saw him chatting up with his comrades. It felt different to see him from afar under the bright lights of the crowded hall. I yearned for a glance, a smile, or a silent nod. But just like last summer, my mind was conflicting and unsure about him, about craving his attention. Why is he so oblivious to my stare? Or is he willfully ignoring me? Well…Not that he is to be blamed either.  

I’ve successfully managed to stave off my beloved captain for the past few days at the camp and now he is avoiding my eyes and attention. I don’t wanna look back at the hazy memories of all that happened over the last 4 months, sometimes it makes me feel like he’s been avoiding me all along. Like I  just didn’t get the hint. 

 I’m not so sure though, I don’t remember half of what happened at camp warhorse, to be honest. But the fire, bright lights, and bullet wounds are way too vivid to be slipping past my memory in this lifetime. 

Yet here I am wondering how it started, how it progressed, and how it broke apart.

Most of the folks in the forces knew him for a battle-hardened soldier who got the shit done. Just another shallow southern man looking for the high of guns, bullets, and desert heat. But for anyone who stood under his command, he was a lot more. He was a smart, compassionate, opinionated man. An understanding, leader, and honest friend. He was an ally and family.

Retaining an isolated unit deep in enemy territory is hard, not everyone slides along the job easily. But Syverson did, or so he made them think. It takes a man in charge to play many roles to be effective in this never-ending survival battle, but it comes at a cost, And Syverson was paying. Paying alone for the risk he took for an entire unit. But I did see more than he meant to show, I saw open wounds hiding in plain sight. I saw the curious child, the hopeless romantic, the nerd, the loving man. I saw the smile and  smoke in him. And I loved him for it. Mistake no 1. Love was never meant to be for us.

But he loved me. Despite hearing the whimpers of pain beneath my angry battle cry,  And the groans of desperation hidden in the monotonic answers he saw a girl who loved ice creams, autumn and lil fairy gardens. He saw the girl being scared, sad and sensitive. He saw her happy, proud and courageous. He felt her, felt the desperation to be with her. The urge to steal her away from the world and hid her in his own sand castle. 

For the first time in my life, I felt content, and peace, in his arms. And I fell asleep forgetting the dessert’s crossfire. Just when I thought I could live in this dream we built upon sand and lead, I was shaken out of it by the violent tremor of the very ground I stood in. I found myself alone. Again. in front of the broken sand castle. Still shivering and lost. Confused as I felt when it all started

Maybe we were destined to know each other, to hurt each other. And to be strangers again. It didn’t matter at the moment though, my numb mind was already sliding into a painful longing. Longing for him. A torturous longing I will have to live through  the long flight home and the next 50 days.

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[rookthorne]

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IS MY FAVOURITE

Is she just going to pretend that last night didn’t happen?

nope. nope, we’re not beginning a rift here. nope.

You hopped off the counter. “Not we; I’ve got to go Christmas shopping for you.” 

I have a weird feeling about this and I DON’ WIKE IT

He sat at the table and turned the tv on for noise—his thoughts were too loud in the silence. You had made it clear that you weren't ready to be completely open with him, but he needed to do something. You were drinking—in secret, you weren't sleeping, you were anxious and secretive.

I hate that his doubts are creeping up on him 😭

He stared at the Christmas tree, his one gift sitting under it, and got an idea. 

Christmas shopping it is.

OH NOOOOO

I can predict it, he runs into her and the tracksuits are involved and it’s CHAOS

The wall of purses in every shape, size, and color had Bucky utterly overwhelmed.

fucking same, Bucky.

“Yelena, you told me to get her a vest with pockets—I’m sorry if I want a second opinion.” 

Bucky ended the phone call. “Sorry about that,” he awkwardly gave Nicki a side hug when she went in for a real one. 

FUCKING WHAT?!

NO

OH NO

Bucky turned around. His eyes swept the store. “Did you hear that?”

You dived into a clothes rack and tried to catch your breath. Things were not going as planned—you had not planned on running through Macy’s trying to hide from the Tracksuit Mafia. Ivan was supposed to be alone—an easy target. But when you separated him from the crowd, a knife pressed to his back, you were blindsided by the rest of his gang. You had barely been able to escape—running into Macy’s to evade them.

FUCKING SHIT! NO! Please don’t BUCKY IS WITH NICKI

Clint bent over and retrieved the trick arrow off the ground. 

CLINT!!!!!!!

You started to turn around but did a double-take when you heard a familiar voice from down below. 

Was that–? 

OH NO

You scrambled to your feet, ducking behind one of the perfume counters. “Excuse me, sorry!” You pushed the employees out of the way as you ran, throwing expensive glass bottles at the assailants behind you. 

one way to throw them off your… scent.

SORRY I’LL SEE MYSELF OUT

He looked over the bright yellow, floral handbag one more time before reluctantly handing over his debit card. 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it.”

I have a feeling she will not.

You skidded to a stop in front of a shiny black motorcycle, the keys and helmet sitting on the seat as if left there just for you. 

👀👀👀

You hung up and pulled your compact out of your purse–your face was a mess. You’d have to explain the cut on your cheek, and as you relaxed into the seat and felt how sore you were, you knew there would be bruises to explain. 

I don’t like this one bit.

Bucky took a deep breath, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it and led you into the bathroom. 

…

That’s why he bought the excuse so quickly. He thinks I’m a drunk. 

🥺

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed? Your hands shaking? The smell of alcohol on your breath? Did you even go Christmas shopping, or were you out drinking?” 

don’t fight 🥺

You shoved the bag into his hands. “Leave.” 

NO! DON’T YOU DARE!

Bucky shut down completely, stalking past you and slamming the door without saying anything else. 

BUCKY NO! 😭

“You could hang out here until she cools down–if you want.” 

GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU BUZZARD BITCH!

Bucky relaxed, happy that you weren't mad at him anymore. Maybe you didn’t have a problem–perhaps he was just being too overprotective. He trusted you to make smart decisions–he just needed to leave it alone.

I wanna slap her. I really do.

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 5

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: After a rough night, you and Bucky spend some time a part Christmas shopping for each other. You can Christmas shop while tracking down the Tracksuit Mafia, right?

Warnings: Reader's alcohol problem, drug mention (Xanax), angst, sitcom level ridiculousness. Note: Sam and Yelena are friends in this series, and right now Yelena is living with Sam and Sarah. Bucky and Reader are also friends with Yelena. Reader was best friends with Natasha before she died.

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12 Days Before Christmas

“Guess what!” You bounded into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist. 

Bucky was taken aback by your chipper voice. 

Is she just going to pretend that last night didn’t happen?

When you kissed his cheek, he smelt it—your breath was minty with a faint twinge of alcohol underneath. 

He watched  as you moved to the fridge for a water bottle and then placed yourself on the counter next to him.

“Hello? I said, guess what.” 

“Sorry, uh, what’s up?” Bucky turned off the oven and pulled a tray of bacon out. 

“I just got off the phone with Sam. Both of you have been invited to the opening night of Rogers.”

Bucky frowned at you. ��And?” 

You rolled your eyes. “All of you remaining Avengers are invited as special guests. Don’t you want to go?”

“Hard pass,” Bucky laughed as he put bread in the toaster. “Do you want a breakfast sandwich?” 

You were already picking a piece of hot bacon off the tray. “No,” you said with your mouth full. “I’ll probably pick up a smoothie when I’m out.” 

“Out? Where are we going?” 

Bucky piled his toast with the whole pan of eggs and six slices of bacon. 

You hopped off the counter. “Not we; I’ve got to go Christmas shopping for you.” 

“I’ll close my eyes, promise.” 

You smiled at him as you put your shoes on. “Bucky, to be honest, I just need some alone time too. Is that okay?” 

“Oh–is something wrong? Did I do something last night?” 

You slipped on your jacket and wrapped a scarf around your neck. “Nothing is wrong. We’ve been together every second of the day for like two weeks. I’m sure you need a break too.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Bucky turned back to the stove, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Oh, don’t look so sad,” you grabbed your purse, grumbling about how much you hated the old ratty thing and went to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it. We’re still going to see Christmas lights tonight, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky pulled you closer. “Be careful. Love you.” 

“Love you more,” you said with a smile. “Think about the musical!” 

Bucky watched you leave, his apartment way too quiet without you in it. 

Jesus–I can survive one day on my own.

He sat at the table and turned the tv on for noise—his thoughts were too loud in the silence. You had made it clear that you weren't ready to be completely open with him, but he needed to do something. You were drinking—in secret, you weren't sleeping, you were anxious and secretive.

Maybe I should call Sam…. 

Bucky tapped his greasy fingers on his phone but decided against it. 

I’ll just talk to her tonight. That’s what partners are supposed to do–talk to each other. 

As he finished his breakfast, he refocused on figuring out how to spend his day. 

Lunch with Nakajima–no, bad idea. 

I could check in with Sam about the Power Broker..but I’m not supposed to be working.  

He stared at the Christmas tree, his one gift sitting under it, and got an idea. 

Christmas shopping it is.

**

The wall of purses in every shape, size, and color had Bucky utterly overwhelmed. A sales attendant had already tried to help him, but he didn’t even know what to ask for. Sensing an easy sale, she showed him the most expensive options and finally moved on to a new target when a wealthy-looking older couple approached. 

He knew he was probably overthinking this, but he wanted the gift to be perfect. He tried calling Yelena, who knew less about purses than Bucky did. 

“Is Sam there?” Bucky sighed. 

“No, he’s out with his nephews. And I’m offended you want his opinion over mine.”

“Yelena, you told me to get her a vest with pockets—I’m sorry if I want a second opinion.” 

“You’re making a mistake but whatever. Hey, are you going to the musical thing? Sam wants to know if we can crash at your place.” 

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed. “You’re going?” 

“Sounded fun, so is that a yes on the apartment?” 

Bucky felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned around. “Hey, I gotta go–real help has arrived. And no, you two can not stay here–my apartment is tiny, and I don’t even have a couch.” 

“Fine–go with the vest.” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

Bucky ended the phone call. “Sorry about that,” he awkwardly gave Nicki a side hug when she went in for a real one. 

“So, what am I here to help with?” Nicki asked with an excited smile. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry for bothering you–you didn’t have to come all the way down here; I could have just sent you pictures.” 

“I was already in the area,” she lied. “Plus, I love Macy’s. What’s up?” 

“I’m trying to pick a purse for my girlfriend, and I am totally lost.” 

Bucky looked away, distracted by noise only he could hear, and missed Nicki’s face fall. 

“Oh, sure, I can help with that. What does she like?” 

Bucky turned around. His eyes swept the store. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” 

“I thought I heard–never mind. Um, I don’t know, she likes black?”

“Black is a bit boring for a gift–you want it to make an impression.” 

Bucky refocused as Nicki walked through the aisles of dark-colored purses, making a beeline for the bright hues ahead. 

**

You dived into a clothes rack and tried to catch your breath. Things were not going as planned—you had not planned on running through Macy’s trying to hide from the Tracksuit Mafia. Ivan was supposed to be alone—an easy target. But when you separated him from the crowd, a knife pressed to his back, you were blindsided by the rest of his gang. You had barely been able to escape—running into Macy’s to evade them.

“Gotcha!” 

Ivan’s hand reached into the clothes rack, but you were too quick. You grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back as you jumped out of your hiding spot. 

“What the hell happened to your hand?” You twisted his arm further as you looked at the round wound in the middle of his palm. 

“Fuckin’ arrows,” he spat. 

“Arrows?” You ducked just as one whizzed past your head and landed at the feet of another Tracksuit approaching. Orange goo gushed out of the arrow and cemented his feet to the floor. 

“What the fuck?” You whipped around and caught a glimpse of a young woman dressed in purple and black running away. 

“Sorry!” She yelled over her shoulder.

While still staring after the dark-haired woman, you powered on your taser bracelet and gave a quick shot to the back of your victim’s neck, knocking him out. 

“I wouldn’t stick around here if I were you.” 

You turned back around, on your feet, ready to attack. 

Clint bent over and retrieved the trick arrow off the ground. 

“Clint? What are you doing here?” You relaxed your posture. 

You had only met Clint Barton a couple of times. Nat, your late best friend, liked to keep her Avenger life separate from her friendship with you, but Clint had been the one exception. 

“Disappointing my family. You?” 

You followed him as he jogged away. 

“I was trying to get these assholes off my back. Care to help?” 

“I’m a bit busy with my own thing right now,” Clint fired an arrow up to the level above them, setting off a cloud of smoke. “I suggest you get out of here before that wears off, and they can see again.”

“Wait, do you know who they’re working for?” 

“No idea–German, I think.” 

You threw your arms up in frustration as Clint leaped over the railing and left you alone. 

You looked around, smiling sheepishly at the stunned patrons. You were in the clear right now–you looked over the railing; the lower level was empty too. You started to turn around but did a double-take when you heard a familiar voice from down below. 

Was that–? 

“Shit!” Your thought was cut off when your feet were swept from underneath you. You rolled out of the way as one of the Tracksuits aimed his foot at your face. 

You scrambled to your feet, ducking behind one of the perfume counters. “Excuse me, sorry!” You pushed the employees out of the way as you ran, throwing expensive glass bottles at the assailants behind you. 

**

“Are you sure this is the one?” 

“Yes!” Nicki nudged Bucky’s elbow. 

He looked over the bright yellow, floral handbag one more time before reluctantly handing over his debit card. 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it.” Nicki looked up to the floor above them. “I think something is going on up there.” 

Bucky followed her gaze; there was a weird cloud of smoke and–was that Clint Barton? 

He watched Clint run out of the store with a young woman and then looked back to the second level. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear people yelling and glass shattering. 

“We need to go,” Bucky grabbed the gift bag from the saleswoman and pulled Nicki out of the store. 

He searched the streets for Clint, but he was already gone. 

“Is everything okay?” Nicki barely got the words out before Bucky was shoving her into a cab.

“Yeah,” Bucky said, distracted as he dialed your number. 

“Um, okay—are you getting in?” 

Bucky shut the door, barely looking at her as she stuck her head out the window.  “No—thanks for your help, though.” 

Come on, pick up, pick up. 

Dammit, doll, where are you?

Bucky kept calling, walking as fast as he could back toward home. 

**

You slid down the escalator and ran toward an emergency exit as fast as possible.

How many of these assholes are there?!

For every Tracksuit you took down, two more took his place. Three of them were on your heels—you needed to lose them outside.

Can I get into a cab before they catch up to me?

You turned over your shoulder—there were five of them now—you had no choice but to keep running. You pushed through the emergency exit, setting off the alarm, and ran around the building toward the street. You skidded to a stop in front of a shiny black motorcycle, the keys and helmet sitting on the seat as if left there just for you. 

Another lucky break, I must have a guardian angel. 

You stuffed the helmet over your curly hair and took off, leaving the Tracksuits behind. You abandoned the bike a few blocks away and hailed a cab. 

You sat in the stiff seat–exhausted, and pulled out your vibrating phone. Bucky had already called six times. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone,” you sighed, already dreading the panic you knew you would hear in his voice. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky tried not to sound as exasperated as he felt. 

“Yes, I’m on my way home. What’s wrong?” 

“I saw Clint today. At Macy’s—he was fighting someone.” 

“Oh?” You bit your lip. 

“Yeah, I just needed to know where you were.” 

“All good, no excitement on my end.” you felt a trickle of blood on your cheek and cursed under your breath. 

“Thank god, I’ll see you soon.” 

You hung up and pulled your compact out of your purse–your face was a mess. You’d have to explain the cut on your cheek, and as you relaxed into the seat and felt how sore you were, you knew there would be bruises to explain. 

You needed to be more careful.

**

Excited to show you the dinner he had prepared, Bucky opened the door before you even knocked. 

His face dropped when he saw you. “What happened?” Bucky pulled you into the kitchen to look at you better. His eyes were wide as he examined your cuts and bruises.

“I um–” you fumbled, trying to find an excuse he would accept. “I wasn’t paying attention, and I fell in the subway station. It’s not a big deal.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it and led you into the bathroom. 

“Wait!” You cringed when Bucky opened the cabinet to get the first aid kit. 

He stood up and turned around slowly with your bottle of vodka in his hand. 

“Doll–”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this; it’s nothing.” 

“Nothing? Look at you!”

You frowned and looked at your reflection in the mirror. 

Oh. 

That’s why he bought the excuse so quickly. He thinks I’m a drunk. 

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed? Your hands shaking? The smell of alcohol on your breath? Did you even go Christmas shopping, or were you out drinking?” 

Bucky opened the bottle and poured it down the bathroom sink.

Your face flushed as you watched him—you were too mortified to do or say anything. How had you forgotten to get him a gift? 

“Doll–you’ve got to stop this. It’s not healthy.” 

Embarrassment quickly turned to rage, and you pushed him away when he tried to touch you. “Nothing is wrong with me!” 

“I didn’t say that–” Bucky followed you back to the kitchen. 

“Yes, you did. You don’t get to tell me what to do, Barnes!” You grabbed his backpack and scarf. 

“What are you doing?” 

You shoved the bag into his hands. “Leave.” 

“What?” Bucky scoffed. “I’m not leaving.” He stood still as you opened the apartment door. “I’m just trying to protect you!” 

You rolled your eyes. “God, you sound just like Stephan. I don’t need your protection. Please–I just need some space.”

Bucky shut down completely, stalking past you and slamming the door without saying anything else. 

He heard you lock the door behind him and his fist clenched. He was about to leave the building when Nicki’s door opened, her head popping out. 

“Everything okay?” 

Bucky gave her the best smile he could muster. “Great.” 

Nicki stood in her doorway, eyeing him. “You know I can hear through these walls, right?” 

Bucky nodded and avoided her eyes. “Sorry.” He started to walk toward the elevators. 

“You could hang out here until she cools down–if you want.” 

Bucky didn’t think about it; he nodded his head and went in. He would rather wait next door than wander around in the cold New York streets. 

**

You sank into the warm water of your bath and sighed. Your body was sore, and your mind was racing. With no more alcohol left in the apartment, you had taken a Xanax, and it was finally starting to kick in. 

Maybe I was too hard on him. 

Balancing everything was clearly not working. The only reason you were keeping secrets from him was to make him happy. Yet, you had spent most of the past 24 hours fighting. 

Stephan was so easy to distract. I could give Bucky the best sex of his life and he’d be back to quizzing me right after. Why can’t he just be oblivious like most men?

You closed your eyes and let the pill relax you from head to toe. 

I just need to do better; wrap this up. Clint said the boss was German…

Your thoughts started to get jumbled as your eyelids got heavy. Bucky’s hurt face took a front seat. 

I’ll apologize after a nap. Everything is better after a nap.

**

Bucky sat on Nicki’s couch, fidgeting, waiting for you to call. 

Growing frustrated with Bucky staring at his phone, Nicki cleared her throat and moved closer to him. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Bucky shrugged. “We’ve never had a fight like this before. Should I just go back? Should I call her? It’s been an hour! Waiting seems like the wrong move.” 

“It’s just your first fight; it’s not a big deal. Give her space—you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.” 

Bucky looked back at his phone. “I was just trying to help her, but maybe I was too nosy.” 

Bucky didn’t know how much Nicki had heard, but he didn’t want to give her too many details. He hated seeing you struggle, but he hated you being angry with him just as much, maybe more. 

“How about some wine?” Nicki didn’t wait for an answer, quickly hopping up to grab a bottle and glasses. 

“I’m gonna go; I can’t just keep sitting here.” 

Bucky abruptly stood up and left just as you opened his apartment door. 

“Doll–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

“So sorry that the first place you go when I kick you out is her apartment?” You rolled your eyes and tried to shut the door on him. 

Bucky forced his way in and followed you into the living room. He grabbed your waist, pulling you down with him as he sat in the living room chair. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he muttered in your ear. “I love you, and I’m sorry.” 

You crossed your arms but didn’t get out of his lap. 

He pulled you closer against his chest, one hand roaming over your thigh. “You know I just don’t like seeing you in pain. I want you to be happy. I want to be there to get rid of anything that makes you unhappy, to kiss all your wounds and put a smile on your pretty face.” 

You turned around, resting your forehead against his. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I said you were like Stephan. You’re nothing like him, and I love you so much.”

“I know, doll. I know.” 

“Can I make it up to you?”

Bucky gently pushed your lips away from his neck and held your face in his hands. “You don’t need to make anything up. But, we will be late for the Christmas lights tour if we don’t leave now.” 

“Okay,” you gave him a quick kiss on the nose before jumping up to find your shoes. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled and led you out the door. 

Bucky relaxed, happy that you weren't mad at him anymore. Maybe you didn’t have a problem–perhaps he was just being too overprotective. He trusted you to make smart decisions–he just needed to leave it alone.

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[215-luv]

Hi👋🏼 I love your work and could I request the hq boys s/o getting flirted with in front of them? With bokuto, ushijima and anyone else you would like to add if you want. 💜 ✨thank you ✨💜

BOKUTO, USHIJIMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA AND KUROO WHEN THEIR S/O IS GETTING FLIRTED INFRONT OF THEM

a/n: thank you so much darling! i apologize if this was a bit late, i hope you love it! <3

BOKUTO

mans is clueless of what even is happening infront of him

he just goes, “??? huh?”

kind of like, is this person really flirting with my s/o? infront of me?

it takes him a whole ten seconds before snapping back to reality, never afraid of being overly exaggerated

“OI! GO AWAY! THEY’RE MINE! LOOK!”

he proves his statement right by snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him while he glares at the dude whom just tried to flirt with you

“hmph!” *angry bokuto noises*

USHIJIMA

he honestly wouldn’t want to meddle with your own problems so he probably just stood there beside you, waiting for you to reject the dude who’s sending you pick up lines

though it irks him to know that the dude doesn’t shut the fuck up at all

your boyfriend’s eyes started to swirl with annoyance, protectively taking you under his wing as he calmly handles the situation

“i’m afraid your actions are out of hand. please leave my s/o alone. you’re being oblivious.”

shivers

AKAASHI

even with the interruption of your date, he tries his best to be polite with the guy who’s currently asking for your number

keyword: tries

he watches behind you as the dude tries to win your heart in the most cringe way

you don’t notice how akaashi silently scoffs before rolling his eyes

he waits until the dude gives up

and unfortunately, there’s no sign of stopping

“excuse me”, your boyfriend stands infront of you, as if to shield you away from the stranger

“for the past minute, i see you’ve been trying to get my s/o’s number” he glares, “and i’m afraid to tell you sir, they’re already taken.”

OIKAWA

there’s no way he’s letting this guy even speak nonsense infront of you

you boyfriend was cluelessly staring at the guy approaching you, wondering what was it all about

until he hears a “hey, i think you’re really cute-“

you see where this is going?

and in an instant, oikawa has his body hovering you with his two arms hugging your neck and waist

“WELL I ALSO THINK THEY’RE CUTE!” he defensively says, most likely almost scaring the shit out of the dude lmao

oikawa pulls your body impossibly close before deciding to walk away then and there

with a sassy tone, your boyfriend takes you away with his last words, “WE NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION ANYWAYS!”

KUROO

maybe it wasn’t a good idea to flirt with you infront of him?

okay scratch that- it was never was a good idea

“you’re really gorgeous, i think i should take you out someday, what do you think, princess?”

god, no

kuroo is literally enjoying all of this, the smirk etched on his face while he’s watching the scene in amusement

with a smug look he says, “i think it would be great, hm?” turning to the guy who’s eyes are shining in hope

“why don’t you ask if they’re taken?”

of course, the dude asks, and before you could even reply, kuroo beats you into it

“oh, right! they’re taken!” he laughs like a hyena

then he hooks his arm around your waist, “let’s go babe, we don’t wanna be late for practice, don’t we?” then proceeds to walk out then and there

you saw the color drain from the dudes face LMAOOO

[littlehoeforpho]

Y/N Gets Bullied…

Warnings: Bullies and a lil bit angst

You slip into your dorm with tears running down your cheeks. It had been a long day already, and then a certain somebody just had to go out of their way to torture you. You really wished there was a way to stand up to them, but it was hopeless.

You’re trying your hardest to keep it in, but you can’t. Falling to the floor, you began to cry. That’s when you realize who was there waiting for you.

Izuku Midoriya

He was in your dorm waiting to surprise you, but he was not expecting this.

“Y-Y/N! What’s wrong!”

Probably scares the crap out of you on accident

“Izu-kun! Where did you come from!”

He immediately runs to hug you. He’s had his fair share of hard times, the last thing he wants you to feel is alone.

He’s on the verge of tears himself after seeing you like this. He feels guilty for not being there to protect you.

“Please tell me what happened Y/N.”

And so, you do. It just all comes out somehow, about how they constantly pick at everything you do, how they do their best to exclude you, and everything else.

“I’m sorry to burden you Izuku.”

He’s heartbroken, especially because he gets it. He was bullied for most of his childhood, and it was beyond awful. This is something you should never have to go through.

“No, Y/N, I’m sorry. You should’ve never had to go through this. Please let me help you fix it.”

Everything felt numbed, and you use what little strength you have to mumble “mhm.”

He wraps his arms around you and you mindlessly trace his scars. Izuku will do anything in his power to protect you, and I don’t think you’ll have to worry about bullies anymore.

“I’m here for you, always, Y/N.”

Shoto Todoroki

“S-“ seeing you cry makes him go still. He doesn’t know how to feel or what to do. He probably thinks it’s his fault. “-surprise?”

He’ll give you a big hug. I feel like he’d be good at those.

“Did I do this Y/N? I thought you liked surprises?”

It makes you chuckle a little, but you’re still pretty down.

“No, Shoto, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry.”

He’s concerned of course, anything that can make you cry is a problem in his opinion.

“Then please tell me whose fault it is. What’s wrong?”

Hearing his concern makes you tear up more. “I-It doesn’t m-matter.”

“It does to me.”

It takes you a second, but you come clean. You come clean about their taunting, their constant teasing, all the little things they do to you, and how you’ve had enough.

He’s stunned. Shoto was pretty oblivious to the fact that anything could’ve been going on, until now. He feels like he’s failed you, and he wants to fix that.

“I’m coming with you tomorrow. Let me help you fix it.”

“Sho-“ you try to object, but he’s not having that.

“It wasn’t a question Y/N, I’ll keep you safe this time.”

“I love you, Sho” is all you can say. You feel so weak.

“I love you, too.”

Katsuki Bakugo

Lord help those bullies-

“Surprise dumbass,” he said it right before you crashed to the ground crying.

“Y/N?? What are you crying for? You know I don’t mean you’re a dumbass?”

My manz is probably stressing you out a bit. “It doesn’t matter Katsuki! Leave me alone!” Of course, that’s not what you really wanted.

“Why would I leave you right now?! Tell me what’s wrong!”

You’ve had enough of him lol, you finally explode. “Fine! You really wanna know? Do you really wanna hear how incompetent and weak I am? Here!”

You tell him everything, all about how they bully you, and you don’t miss a single detail.

When you finished, both of you were perfectly quiet.

Bakugo was angry. He was mad at himself for not knowing, mad at the bullies for even thinking about going near you, and a little upset that you hadn’t went to him as soon as this happened. That wasn’t important now though, because he was going to fix it.

“Take me to them.” He says bluntly.

“N-now-? How would I do that?”

He rolls his eyes, “I mean, I’m coming with you tomorrow, so take me to them.”

You know Katsuki a little too well to immediately accept. “I don’t want any trouble with them Kat-“

“There won’t be any trouble when I’m done.”

You sigh, “alright, but please, don’t beat them up.”

“Ugh, I promise. I’ll give them a talking that’s worse than any beating could be anyway.” He smiles. “Now come here.”

You cock an eyebrow and walk toward him. Ever so gently, he wipes the tears from your face. “I’m sorry babe. Let me protect you sooner next time.”

Guilt fills your stomach. He feels responsible for this happening. “Katsuki, it’s not your fault.”

“I didn’t ask whose fault it was. Let me protect you, babe.”

“Ok Suki, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed these

[kakiwrites]

Okay, okay, but kenma x kurro's younger sister 👀

kuroo's otp

Genre: crack and fluff

A kenma kozume x reader

a/n: I couldn't help but write this out as soon as I saw this request! You and kenma are the same age here. Hope you enjoy this anon! Let's get started!

Kuroo is your typical protective older brother that doesn't allow you to date.

All boys have to go through a thorough background check. even then, kuroo wouldn't allow you to hang out with any of them without a chaperone.

Kenma is the only exception to this rule.

Ever since the three of you were kids, kuroo had always shipped you with kenma.

much to you and kenma's dismay.

He just had that feeling that you two would work out.

Kenma seemed to be unfazed about the whole matter, his full attention still on his video games.

Which was good, it was easier to hide your feelings for the setter when kenma wasn't paying attention to you in the first place.

You made sure not to tell anyone, especially kuroo.

But tetsuro's a bit too observant for his own good. He was quickly able to put two and two together.

"(y/n)~" kuroo nudged you teasingly. "come on, you really thought you could hide your little crush from your big bro?"

You'd never hear the end of it from kuroo.

"I can set him up with you, you know~"

"leave me alone, tetsuro or i swear-"

"oh come on, I just wanna see my ship sail," he pouted.

that gave you the excuse to hit him a little harder than usual.

As much as kuroo likes to tease you about your crush, he would never tell kenma against your will.

Instead, he coaxes kenma to ask you out.

Especially since kenma confessed to liking you since you were kids.

Don't worry, kuroo didn't tease kenma any less.

Kenma finally got tired of kuroo's pestering and decided to finally make a move.

"meet me at the back of the gym before practice starts." kenma whispered to you before he walked off to his first class.

Kenma might've forgot that kuroo had eyes and ears everywhere.

"glad you could come," kenma greeted you, a hint of rare nervousness in his tone.

"what's up?" you asked. The air around you was making your face heat up.

Is this really happening?

"kuroo's been bothering me about this a lot and you know I can only handle him for so long." he took a deep breath before speaking once more. "(y/n), will you go out with me?"

As soon as you squealed out a yes, tetsuro popped out of one of the bushes and ran over to hug you both.

Kenma desperately wanted to punch him for ruining the moment.

From then on, kuroo vowed to support you in any way that he can.

Kuroo got to help kenma pick an engagement ring for you to wear.

He even got to be the best man at your wedding.

Tetsuro's thankful that he dedicated his time to get you his two favorite people together.

And frankly, both you and kenma are thankful for his efforts too.

And that's all! Not my best work in my opinion but i just couldn't resist when i saw the prompt hehe! Requests are open so please don't be shy to send anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💕💖❤️

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