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fakeuwus · 11 months

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RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#fakeuwus #heeseung enhypen #enhypen fic #heeseung fic #heeseung angst #enhypen angst #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enha #fanfiction #fanfic

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harkermylee · 26 days

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driving anon here again!! lowkey been having brainrot about jealous!lee and what she'd be like bc I feel like she'd be so shy in doing/saying anything direct but her body language would be SCREAMING jealousy or smth hehe

DRIVING ANON I ADORE U😭😭.

soooo, lets say you’re having a get together at your house. took a lot of convincing for lee to agree and have to be in the presence of other people who aren’t her girlfriend.

RAHH okay! you invited some old friends over, one of the friends being.. a guy who used to have a crush on you in high school (yuck!) lee knew about this guy because of everything you said about him when you guys would talk about childhood. she IMMEDIATELY disliked him.

when she saw him walk into the house, her demeanor changed. she didn’t greet him (to be honest she didn’t really greet anyone), but i mean NO EYE CONTACT with this man at all!!

you noticed this but didn’t say much, just assuming she was maybe already getting overstimulated. but she sticked by you at all times, not leaving your side whenever he was there.

this was odd to you since most of the time she would be trying to find a way to escape the party, so you knew something was up -_-..

NOW, lets say lee has to do something and has to leave your side for a bit. sure fine! that’s great! but this is where that dirty whore of a man comes up to you and tries to strike of conversation, obviously (and miserably) flirting with you.

you obviously didn’t want to seem rude! you haven’t seen him for years and you couldn’t just ditch him! do you talked to him until lee came back.

so, she comes backkk. she sees you guys talking, at first she didn’t think much of it. staying quiet and just watching, that was until she saw him place a hand on your shoulder.

oh this angered her. was she gonna show it or let you know? absolutely not. but the look on her face was different, and she seemed more tense as she walked next to you.

she fumbled with her fingers and the turtle neck she was wearing, slightly rocking on her heels while staring at the two of you. you glanced at her a few times, noticing her behavior and how she was acting.

you wanted to question it but you knew she wouldn’t answer, so you just placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. this calmed her down a bit, but her mind was RACING with thoughts.

“why did he touch her?” “doesn’t he know she has a girlfriend?” “why didn’t she say anything?” “what if she doesn’t like me anymore?” “AHHH-“

the party ends and you send everyone home, you were tired and walked to your bedroom. lee was already there, still looking tense and a bit shaky. she looked at you as you walked in.

“lee? you okay? you seemed off baby, talk to me.” you said as you crawled into bed with her.

now, she was like a ticking time bomb and your words made her burst.

“i-i mean! he was basically all over you!! and he looked like he wanted to fuck you and it made me so mad! didn’t he know that you have a girlfriend? g-gosh! and when he put his stupid hand on your shoulder god i just wanted to take out my gu-“

“LEE!!!” you shouted at her, your eyes wide as you watched her just ramble all those words. to be honest you lost her at “all over you!!”, she just started to sound like gibberish after that..

you hugged her side and pulled her close, “lee, calm down. it’s okay. he’s a friend, i dislike him as much as you do, but i would never leave you or even think about leaving you. especially with him, let alone a man!!”

she was silent, her doe eyes looking up at you (sorry she’s just so deer coded i wanna kiss her). she frowned gently and laid her head on your chest, “i’m sorry.” she whispered, sounding small.

you shook your head and placed a kiss on her head, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. “don’t apologize, it was cute. seeing you all riled up over a stupid man. i love you.”

she felt slightly embarrassed and nuzzled into your chest, muffling a small “i love you too.”

the rest of the night was full of cuddles and reassurance :3 giggling over the situation later in the mornin <3.

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i enjoyed writing this sm i’m gonna sob!!!! jealous!lee rahhhhh. i made her a bit fluffy here, sorta sorry if that’s not what you wanted😭😭. i will def remake this with a moreeeee spicy lee HISDKEJHFNF.

#lee harker x reader #lee harker #DRIVER ANON HIII ILY!!

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androgynouswizardbanana · 2 years

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Mike Wheeler fell in love with Will Byers first

The fandom consensus is that Will realized he was in love with Mike first, perhaps even before the series started, but based on the text of Stranger Things I would say Mike is more likely to have realized his romantic feelings first.

This line is the kicker for me. It's confirmed that when Will was afraid of losing Mike because of his feelings for him, he acted mean to him and pushed him away. Where have we seen this kind of behavior before? From Mike after season 2.

We see Mike pushing Will away starting in season 3, while Will is still very much trying to stay with Mike. It seems like something is on Mike's mind that is making him more scared of losing Will, specifically making him run towards the different, more "normal" romantic interest, El.

Season 2 was all about Mike exploring his feelings for Will: taking care of him on Halloween, "crazy together", holding his hand, then eventually pouring his heart out in the shed, it's all him progressing from platonic gestures to romantic gestures. The pivot in his behavior from s2 to s3 makes sense when you consider Mike and Will's last interaction of season 2, the Snow Ball.

Mike culminates the season by realizing that he has romantic feelings for Will, but believing that Will can never like him back, because he's happy to be dancing with a girl. This presents a conundrum for Mike, because if Will won't like him back, then revealing his feelings could drive him away. So the perfect response is to run to the open arms of El, to basically push away Will to make his feelings go back to normal. He's given up on the idea of playing games in his basement with Will for the rest of our lives, so he's ripping off the band-aid by prioritizing El, his "normal" romantic option.

That's why he claims the last year has been weird, when he and Will have only been apart for 6 months:

The last year has been weird because he's realized his feelings over a year ago, and that’s what changed their relationship.

But what, you ask, is going on with him at the end of season 3?

What is Mike's big realization? Well it would be the realization that his plan didn't work. Pushing Will away and spending time with El didn't make his feelings go away. He's been trying to turn back the clock, stop the change, like Hopper says in his letter, but it doesn't work. From the start of season 3, he's still noticing anytime Will is scared, he can't handle the idea of Will being mad at him, and he's overjoyed at the idea of Will not replacing him when he leaves. He doesn't feel for El what he feels for Will, despite his best efforts. This marks the end of his "push him away" era as in btwn seasons, he does make an effort to reach out to Will, but Will is now the one pushing him away. That's why the letter says "like you're pulling away from me" over Will literally driving away from Mike.

This means Will realizes his feelings in s3, and the perfect scene for him to realize it is here:

Before this point in the season, Will hasn't shown any romantic concerns over Mike, at least not consciously: his anger is over Mike "ruining the party" to spend time with his girlfriend, specifically mentioning the party not playing d&d anymore and not knowing where dustin is, both of which are about the group and not Will's feelings for Mike specifically. But then Mike pulls out the "It's not my fault you don't like girls," which is the turning point of the scene. Will's not angry now; he's heartbroken bc Mike has brought the subconscious feelings to the spotlight, Will's homosexuality. "I guess I did. I really did" is phrased like he himself has only just realized that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Mike. This is what culminates in the Castle Byers scene, in which he rips the Ghostbusters picture between him and Mike and destroys the castle with a baseball bat (the symbol of Lonnie's homophobic abuse). It's Will hitting a low point as he realizes that not only is he gay, he is in love with his best friend, who he thinks can never love him back. It's just like what happens to Mike at the Snow Ball, except without a girl to run to, Will turns to violence and anger.

And this is followed up by repression. Will never once brings up this argument again for the rest of the season, and tells Lucas to forget about it. This is definitely a part of the queer experience, forcing yourself to suppress any thoughts about your queerness as a way of avoiding it.

Then it was Mike's turn to feel abandoned and left behind, as Will pulled away from him despite his attempts to reach out, just as Mike did to him at the start of s3 when he was struggling with his newfound romantic feelings.

TL;DR Byler for the last two seasons has been each of them dealing with realizing they're in love with their best friend by pushing him away because they're afraid of their feelings. Mike pushed Will away first in season 3, so he realized his feelings first.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #lost my mind for a minute there #long post #stranger things spoilers

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mixelation · 1 year

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brainworms of the day: reborn au con shenanigans

i posted before about tori and kakashi going to a ninja fiction con like a tired older sibling taking his kid sister to a con. and i like the idea of them repeating this, because like. kakashi isn't super into interacting with fandom but he likes merch and he gets a kick out of seeing cosplays, and tori likes company and kakashi is pretty cill when he's not actively being a troll. so cons are like Their Thing and kushina gets very mushy over the idea of them bonding so obviously minato always gives them the time off

anyway i had some thoughts for shenanigans

thought one: minato canonically really likes icha icha and i think he deserves to have some fun. at first i was like "i don't think the hokage gets many vacation days, and surely if he DID take a vacation he'd spend it with his family?" but then i remembered he can teleport. minato takes days off all the time with the idea his assistant will just summon him back if there's a problem. he shows up unannounced in a pair of sunglasses

minato: i'm incognito :)

random passerby: the fourth hokage and hatake kakashi group cosplay? this place gets less and less original every year

kakashi and tori are unsure of this addition to their group because this is Their Thing. kakashi gets over it pretty quick because he does like getting casual time to hang out with minato, actually, but tori is annoyed because first of all. how is she supposed to behave normally* if her boss is here. secondly now everyone keeps asking her why SHE'S not in matching cosplay.

minato: do you want my cloak? lotta people in cloaks

tori: NO I DON'T, ACTUALLY

*everyone who knows tori would like to point out that the only change in her behavior is a 15% reduction in swearing.

anyway i am getting a kick out of imagining actual hokage and infamous ninja namikaze minato waiting in the same-day registration line. squatting in a two hour line to get into one of the big panels. taking photos with other minato cosplayers. holding back tears because there's a fourteen year old kakashi cosplayer with a sERVICE DOG ALSO IN COSTUME!!!!!!!!

thought two: sasori crashes a con because he wants to pass on intel about orochimaru or soemthing

tori: oh my god WHY are you HERE

sasori: because you're closer than deidara >:(

tori: no i mean, in public? in the crowded dealER'S ROOM?

sasori: who's going to notice?

(a group of sasoris in ugly wigs pass by)

anyway the true shenanigan-y part of this is that initially kakashi thinks a weird 25 year old man is chatting tori up. which like. yes? technically true? but kakashi thinks this is just tori falling for the wiles of a hot cosplayer and that he needs to intervene immediately because she's FIFTEEN, you PERVERT--

kakashi: hi :) who's this :)

tori, feeling her spirit leave her body: he likes my sasori fic

sasori:

sasori, in pain: yup. i. do. that's what this is.

kakashi: oh :) how nice :) then i'm sure you won't mind me standing here while you chat :) sharpening my kunai which are totally just props :)

thought three: i think in her later teens/early twenties, tori starts falling back on I HAVE A BOYFRIEND really frequently to get out of conversations. like in theory the card is for "a guy is hitting on me" but she'll also play it for "someone is talking to me and i don't want them to be."

in konoha this strategy works because even if you were just telling her the cafe is closing in five minutes, "but i'm waiting for my boyfriend, uchiha itachi :(" is enough to give this random poor employee pause. these words have meaning in konoha. however i think there's some Shenanigans to be had for her doing this without thinking about it at a con where context is very different.

man she's trapped with bc they're in line and he won't stop trying to get her to give him her room number: boyfriend? prove it.

tori, exasperated: (pulls out a photo she keeps on her)

man:

man: that's uchiha itachi

tori: exactly

man: .....you honestly expect me to believe that? you clearly just have that on you because you're a fan

tori: .....fuck

for bonus shenanigans repeat a similar exchange but it's at a kitty girl stabby ninja con so itachi is there and immediately wonders up afterwards with like. cat ears on.

man: (eyes darting back and forth between the photo and itachi himself, terrified)

itachi: the food options weren't great but i brought you some bread. did the line move?

man: (now looking around to see if anyone ELSE has noticed this)

tori, very blatantly taking his hand: no they just made us rearrange to stop blocking the hallway

itachi: i see

man: (FLEES THE LINE)

thought four: something cute

i don't want tori to be as well known as deidara/itachi in civilian circles, mostly because it'd be funny. but also i don't think she's as flashy as them and a lot of the stuff she does relies on her not being recognizable. and i like the humor of interacting with itachi/deidara stans and cosplayer who just don't recognize her. so there isn't much in the way of tori cosplay/fic/etc even when she's older and has her own Reputation among actual ninja. but okay. imagine. at the ONE con tori can't make there's a lone tori cosplayer. she's sort of haunting the place-- obviously socially awkward and shy. kakashi loses his mind. he summons minato. minato brings kushina. they bother this girl for like hours and low-key make her day even though it's also kind of scary?

kushina has to physically hold tori back from stalking her after she sees the photos. SHE'S JUST GOING TO BREAK INTO HER HOME AND SEE WHAT FANFICTION SHE'S READING NOTHING VIOLENT OR SCARY--

#reborn au

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chososchalupa · 5 months

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wish that it was me

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The last person you wanted to see at this meeting was your older brother. The same brother who left you in the hands of Chuuya Nakahara and the Port Mafia years ago, but all you can see now are the pleading eyes of Osamu Dazai begging for forgiveness.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Chapter nine - I told you

wc - 664

cw - not proofread, super duper short bc writers block is going crazy rn

chapter ten

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“I told you I didn’t forget about you” Dazai spoke, his eyes locked on yours.

“I didn’t know you had all of these” You whispered, looking back at the photos on his fridge.

Dazai laughed softly as he walked over to you, reaching on top of the fridge and pulling down a photo, “You’ll be happy about this one” he smiled, handing the photo to you.

Atsushi leaned over to see the picture you were holding, “Is that Akutagawa?”

You nodded, it was a photo of you, Akutagawa and Dazai. It was taken shortly after you confronted Dazai about how he treated Akutagawa, and although Dazais behavior towards the younger boy didn’t necessarily change. He did try to be nicer when you were around, so when Mori offered a photo after an intense training session with the three of you, he couldn’t say no.

“I can’t believe you kept this” You smiled, looking at your brother. “Aku still has his copy too”

Dazai hummed in response, glancing over to where Chuuya was putting away groceries.

“Chuuya~ Could you please make us something to eat while my sister and I go talk? Atsushi will help!”

Chuuya didn’t bother turning away from the cupboard as he waved his hand at Dazai, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, asshole”

Dazai smiled and turned back to you, “Are you ready to talk now?”

You nodded, “I think so”

Dazai led you to his room so the two of you would have a more private place to talk. You sat on his bed and watched as he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath,

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry for leaving. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. I didn’t want to leave you behind”

You sighed, “So why did you? Why did you leave without me?”

“A couple reasons, I didn’t want the Mafia coming after you and I knew I wasn’t fit to take care of you. I could barely care for myself. I knew Chuuya would watch over and protect you better than I could”

“How did you know that though? Chuuya didn’t have to do anything”

Dazai looked at you with glossy eyes as recalled a conversation he had with Chuuya before he left.

“Chuuya~ I have a question,” Dazai sang, walking into Chuuyas office.

“What do you want?” Chuuya asked as he continued typing on his computer.

“If I were to go missing, would you watch over my sister?”

The typing stopped, “Huh?”

“You heard me”

Chuuya glanced up at Dazai with a confused look, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Dazai clicked his tongue, “Chuuya is always so aggressive. I just want to make sure she’s safe no matter what”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'd watch over her. But nothing is going to happen, Dazai. Stop being weird”

Dazai gave him a smile before exiting the office without a word

You blinked slowly as Dazai finished explaining, “So, did Chu know you were leaving?”

Dazai shook his head, “I wasn’t even sure at that point. I just needed to make sure you were taken care of before I thought of anything else”

“We could have hid together, Osamu. We could have-”

“No. You were better off with Chuuya and you know that”

You blinked back tears as you began speaking, “I missed you”

“I missed you too, but I’m back now, and I promise I won’t leave this time”

Dazai finally sat beside you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You placed your head onto his chest, letting the tears fall at last. You finally had your brother back and nobody was going to take him away this time.

The moment was peaceful until there was a knock on the door, “Foods ready!” Atsushi called

You pulled away from Dazai, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“You okay?” Dazai asked

You nodded, “Let’s go eat. We still have a mission to go on”

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faulty-writes · 1 year

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Hey faulty, it’s currently 4am and I’m feeling really sick rn aha. Could you maybe do a oneshot of Iida x fem reader where she gets sick at night? Like they’re on a camping trip with the class 1A and they end up having to share a bed? (Cliché ik but I love this trope sue me) and she gets sick at night. I’m talking fever keeping her up until 3am then going to the restroom in the bedroom to puke. She doesn’t want to wake up iida and tries to just deal with it alone.. but she ends up waking iida up anyway when she goes to the restroom. She got so hot that she had to take off her t shirt but left the sweats on. She’s in a white tank top btw. (For plot you’ll see) Iida knocks on the door bc like he’s worried ya know? She says it’s open and then a few min later after talking, she asks him to bring her a black tank top from her luggage bc the one she has on is kinda see through. She’s red from the fever btw. Iida brings it and she turns her back and just slips it off to replace it with the black one. Normally shy but friendly reader would feel embarrassed in changing in front of him (and even being in a tank top) , but at this point, she feels like dog water so she doesn’t care. When she quickly slipped the white tank over her head, iida gets flustered (you know naturally bc u know girl he likes). He’s gonna turn around (or act how iida acts) but he sees some scars on her back for just 2 seconds. This leads to late night caring and reader opening up about trauma from rich parents. (Think like Killua from hxh just for the abuse he went through- parents wanted to make reader really strong and we’re obsessed over it-she’s in a better home now tho with a relative)

iida and fem reader are in the “I kinda like you a lot but I’m not going to do anything bc I love our friendship rn phase.”

Could you make it cute and fluffish and domestic? (I think that’s how u use that word lol) Reader and iida grow closer through it too. I’m sorry this ask is so specific lol, I have a vision in mind. I also think sweet shy fem reader x iida is really cute. (This is not self indulgent at all aha😂)

It’s ok if ur not up to it.. tho I would be really happy if u did write it up. I love ur fanfics!! Been a fan for like 3 years even before I had tumblr!(❁´◡`❁) just lemme know if ur busy rn or don’t wanna write it! No pressure. :)

Thank you!

[ Alright! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you're feeling better and I hope I did this story justice. It was kind of fun to write, I like the whole "I like you but need to stay friends" trope because it can always grow into something more. Anyways, I tried to make Tenya flustered just enough in this fic. I love embarrassing him. ]

“Are you most certain you’re correct?” Tenya urged, and Izuku held up a piece of paper muttering under his breath. “That’s w-what I counted,” he replied before yelping when Katsuki grabbed the back of his head. “Shut the hell up already!” he snapped before glaring at Tenya.

“Who the hell cares if two of us have to share a damn bed!? It’s your fault for not accounting for this, four-eyes,” he growled, making Tenya frown in response. “I am afraid that I did not anticipate the weather causing our pre-scheduled camping trip to be postponed,” he explained, slightly annoyed by Katsuki’s behavior.

He wanted to make graduation special and insisted that Class A take a camping trip. However, due to the rainy weather and the persistence of his female classmates, the choice to pull over and book hotel rooms for the night was made.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded, releasing his hold on Izuku. “Come on you spikey-haired idiot!” he growled at Eijirou who nervously chuckled. “Well, I guess that means Bakugou and I are taking the first room,” he said.

“Best of luck figuring out who shares the one-bedroom suite for the night!” With that, he waved goodbye and chased after Katsuki. “Mineta and I can share a room!” Kaminari announced. “Yes, and Jirou and I can share a room,” Momo said.

“Mm, very well,” Tenya replied, looking at Izuku and Shoto. “I assume you two wish to share a room,” he said. “Oh w-well uh…” Izuku tried to reply but Tenya ignored him. You were sitting on one of the provided chairs in the lobby of the hotel, remaining quiet as you watched the scene unfold.

You coughed and cleared your throat a few seconds later. “Are you okay Y/n?” Tsuyu questioned laying her hand on your back. You nodded. “Uh, yeah just a bit of a sore throat,” you replied, rubbing it to ease the discomfort.

“Everyone please, pair up in groups of two and take a room key!” Tenya announced, and you looked at Tsuyu. “Go ahead,” you said, waving her away. “I don’t care who I spend the night with,” you soon regretted those words when only Tenya and you were left.

“Forgive me,” he said, unlocking the hotel room and turning on the light. “I hope this accommodation does not cause discomfort for you,” he said, gesturing you into the room. He could hear a steady stream of rain hitting the window and vicious thunder rumbling outside.

“I guess this camping trip turned out...s-sour, huh Iida?” you tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to find any humor in your words. Your smile faded and you folded your hands in front of you, focusing on the floor. ‘Well, that didn’t turn out the way I wanted’ you thought with rosy cheeks.

You moved out of the way when Tenya walked into the room, placing the bags on the floor by the bed. He insisted on carrying yours, and it didn’t come as a surprise considering he was a gentleman. “Are you feeling well?” he asked, noticing your reddened cheeks.

“Uh…w-what?” you replied, snapping your head up and trembling when he glared at you. “Are you feeling well?” he repeated. “Um, I uh, y-yeah I’m f-fine,” you choked out, thinking that your sore throat was nothing more than the rain irritating your allergies.

“I see,” he walked over to the bed and asked, “Do you prefer sleeping on the left or right side?” You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he meant. “Uh, w-whichever side is fine,” you replied but knew your answer wouldn't satisfy him, so you thought of a diversion.

“I wanna take a...a shower!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore his now suspicious glance. The worst part was that you could barely stand looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Very well, you are welcome to freshen up in the shower. I trust you have the appropriate slumber wear, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, y-yes,” you said. Maybe taking a relaxing shower would alleviate your throat soreness. “I’ll um, just g-get them from my s-suitcase,” you said, pointing to it. “Um, t-thanks for carrying it for me, uh, b-by the way,” Tenya nodded.

“I do not believe it would be appropriate to expect a lady to carry her luggage,” he explained, watching you open the suitcase and look through it for your sleeping clothes. Once you gathered everything, you scurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“What is wrong with me!?” you hissed, walking to the large tub, and turning on the water. You stripped your clothes off and carefully climbed inside, sighing in contentment as the water eased your body’s muscles. You lay there for what felt like hours before carefully climbing back out.

Droplets of water fell from your body, creating a rhythmic pattern as they hit the floor. You drained the tub before walking to the sink. You placed your hands on the counter and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You felt a bit odd and wondered if you had spent a little too much time in the tub.

Well, maybe you’d feel better when you lay down. Once you had dried off, you slipped on a white tank top, a short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “The b-bathroom is free,” you said, walking past the bed. “Hm?” Tenya was sitting on the right side of it reading a book.

“Oh, I see. Thank you,” he replied, closing his book, and placing it on the nightstand near the bed. You closed your eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down. You pulled back the blanket and sat, pressing one hand against the mattress to feel its firmness.

You looked up when Tenya stood, although he didn’t say anything when he gathered his sleeping clothes and headed to the bathroom. You took a deep breath, coughing softly when you laid your head down and pulled the blanket back over you.

The sound of running water accompanied by the rain and thunder that still bellowed outside helped you drift off to sleep, but a few hours later you woke up sweating. “Ah…” you blinked, feeling exhausted, and reached up to touch your forehead. ‘Why am I so hot?’ you thought, wiping your face dry.

Hearing soft snoring, you turned your head. Tenya was lying beside you in blue pajamas and a matching sleeping cap. His face looked content and part of you wondered what he was dreaming about if he was dreaming about anything at all.

‘Maybe this fever will go down if I keep resting’ you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately, you found yourself restless and your fever grew more severe, making you whimper on occasion. This combined with the nauseating feeling growing in your stomach finally made you sit up.

“I’m gonna barf…” you muttered, turning to look at Tenya to ensure he was still asleep. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up, especially after all the planning he had put into this camping trip. Besides, maybe it was better you dealt with this by yourself as you never wanted to burden others. You winced, holding your stomach as you stood.

You swallowed hard, tasting acid on your tongue. You turned to look at Tenya one last time before scurrying to the bathroom quietly. Your breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from your skin so profusely that your clothing stuck to your skin making movement uncomfortable.

As you swallowed again, you slowly pulled your arms inside your shirt. You intended to take it off despite being hunched over the toilet. You sighed in relief when the cool air hit your skin, somewhat thankful you made the choice to wear a tank top underneath said shirt.

At the moment, it didn't matter to you that it was white and see-through. You closed your eyes and wiped the sweat from your brow, your mouth salivated so much it dripped down your chin. You dry heaved, feeling your stomach twist until its contents splashed into the toilet.

When you coughed, Tenya's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head, noticing you absent from the bed. He sat up slowly and grabbed his glasses. He was more than certain the noise that had woken him was you.

It was natural that he wanted to check you were okay, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, noticing that the door was closed. He pressed his ear against it growing more concerned when he heard heavy breathing, followed by sniffles. He frowned and paused before knocking three times.

You snapped your head up, eyes wide but vision blurry as you looked at the bathroom door. “Y/n, do you require assistance?” he asked, and you latched onto your lip to suppress the gag threatening to come. The inside of your mouth tasted sour, and your throat burned.

You shifted your eyes back and forth, knowing if you didn’t answer soon, he’d likely do something drastic. “I…” Your voice was weak, but you tried to push through it. “I…I don’t know,” you replied, before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Your answer alarmed Tenya, and seconds later he heard a toilet flush followed by running water. “What is the matter? Are you feeling ill? Are you injured?” he questioned, feeling ridiculous for talking to you through a door. You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your stomach.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing your hair was disheveled and your cheeks red. Your eyes looked swollen and irritated, in other words, you were a mess. “I…just…” Maybe it would be better if he saw for himself.

“Um, t-the door is open,” you said reluctantly. “Very well, may I enter now?” came his reply. “…yeah,” the door squeaked, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before turning to face him. His eyes widened upon seeing you, noting your irritated-looking eyes and reddened face.

He didn’t want to assume anything, but you certainly looked ill. “Forgive me, but you look rather...ill and I do not believe I have a thermometer so I cannot take an accurate measure to confirm or deny any possible fever,” he replied, tapping his chin. “I…I’m not running a fever,” you lied.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out. “Pardon my touch,” he said, pressing his hand against your forehead. Yes, it was a rather outdated method to use, but it would allow him to feel your temperature regardless. “Hm,” he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand.

“Your forehead is rather warm,” he noted. “May I check your pulse?” You blinked in response, hissing softly when you noticed how dry your eyes felt. “Um…okay?” you replied and gasped when he took your wrist, pressing his thumb against it.

The seconds ticked by awkwardly as you clenched your bottom lip. “Your pulse appears slightly elevated, suggesting possible sickness,” he said, lowering your wrist. “Oh um…” you wrapped your arms around yourself again, suddenly anxious, and self-aware of your see-through tank top.

“Hey Iida,” you said, glancing away shyly. “Yes?” he replied. “Uh…c-could you…get me another tank top? The black one from my luggage?” you asked sweetly, nervously rubbing your upper arms. Tenya knitted his eyebrows together, uncertain why you asked for a tank top when you already had one on.

However, out of curiosity, he glanced down, and his eyes widened. He covered his mouth when he noticed that the fabric of your current tank top was rather…well perhaps it was rude to continue to stare at someone's exposed body.

“Y-yes!” he suddenly shouted, immediately looking away from you. His cheeks glowed a furious red color which was accompanied by a feeling of shame. He knew he should not look at a young lady in such a disrespectful manner. It was improper!

After all, he did not mean to look at you that way, but it seems his mistake caused him a bit of embarrassment. “I would be honored to…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat that ran through his cheeks.

“I would be honored to assist you, please give me a moment,” he said, promptly turning around and scurrying out of the bathroom. He took deep breaths as he opened your suitcase, searching for the black tank top you requested.

Despite his concern about his fast-paced heartbeat, he believed it to be a natural reaction given his feelings toward you. Of course, he didn't want to ruin your friendship by acting on said feelings. “Here we are,” he said, neatly folding the article of clothing before returning to the bathroom.

“I do hope this is the correct item,” he said, hesitantly holding it out. “Yeah,” you replied, taking it. Unless you were in a relationship or classified yourself as a free spirit there was a certain level of modesty when it came to changing in front of the opposite or even the same sex.

However, given how horrible you felt now you didn’t think twice about turning your back on him and removing your current tank top. Tenya’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. His cheeks flushed, and he immediately raised his hand, intent on scolding you, but no words came out.

Despite not anticipating activating his engines, his nervous state made them spark to life and a soft rumbling echoed through the air. “P-pardon!” he stuttered and turned to face the door, feeling his heart accelerate again. “Hm?” You paused and briefly looked over your shoulder at him.

‘Weird…’ you thought, before dropping the white tank top to the floor. A groan escaped your lips as you slipped the black tank top over your head. While he knew it was rude to look at you when you were topless or changing, your groan concerned him enough to make him turn his head.

That's when he noticed the scars on your back, and instead of flushing yet again or feeling embarrassed, he grew concerned. Although your scars looked old and healed, he wanted to know what caused them. It is natural for heroes to receive injuries which then created long-lasting scars.

But yours almost looked…well perhaps it was more appropriate he didn't assume where they came from. He turned his head back, feeling the slightest amount of sweat drip down his face and he almost regretted not having brought a handkerchief to bed.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his pajama top, and was tempted to undo the first few buttons to cool himself. His cheeks were a deep rosy color, and his engines continued to rumble softly although he hoped they were not too audible.

Just as you finished putting your new tank top on, you heard Tenya clear his throat. “Huh?” you raised an eyebrow when you turned only to stare at his back. “Um...” you stepped closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch him.

You stumbled back when he trembled in response and turned to face you, his eyes wide and his face red. You blinked, unsure if you had scared him or if he was beginning to feel sick as well. “Um…a-are you okay?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I…” he glanced away. His mind filled with images of those scars, and he lowered his eyebrows in thought. Frankly, he wished to address what he had seen but did not want to appear strange or alarming. Furthermore, he did not wish to force information out of you or make you feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat once more and raised his hand, chopping it through the air as he said, “P-perhaps it would be best if we retired to the bed to further address your question.” You knit your eyebrows, not fully understanding him. Then again, did anyone understand Tenya?

Maybe his closest friends, but even they seem baffled by his antics sometimes. You placed your hand on your stomach, somewhat relieved you were feeling better. You shrugged. “Okay?” you replied, following him out of the bathroom. Your fever was still high, and you wiped your brow.

For a split second, you debated running to the ice machine. However, the thought of walking down an empty hotel hallway made you feel uneasy. Come to think of it, you didn’t know how late or early it was, not that it mattered because who knows how long Tenya could take to answer your question.

“Please sit,” he said politely gesturing to the bed. You looked between him and the bed before sitting down as requested. The bed gave a soft squeak when he sat down next to you. The two of you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat.

“I…do not wish for you to think I am being disrespectful when I ask this as I understand personal matters are quite difficult to speak about with those you are not close with,” as painful as it was to admit, despite the many challenges Class A went through together, there was still distance between all of you.

Yes, a few classmates had admitted their personal matters and remorse over certain things or times in their lives. However, he noticed that you tended to keep to yourself. While you were kind and compassionate, there was a shy nature about you, and he had noticed you struggle in social situations before.

“W-what do you mean?” you asked, your voice trembling and your anxiety rising. He was silent for a moment, and you noticed his shoulders were stiff. He shifted his legs almost as though he were uncomfortable, but you swear you heard a soft rumbling.

Was his quirk acting up? You quickly glanced at his face, his eyebrows were lowered and there was an uncertain glance in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly reddened, and his hands were in his lap, but you noticed his fingers were interlocked.

“Forgive me, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to explain more clearly. I…” he took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his thighs. He cleared his throat again and reached up, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.

“I noticed that there were…rather severe-looking scars on your back.” A chill ran down your spine and you leaned away from him. Your eyes were wide, and he expected you to be angry, but instead a look of hurt and dread spread across your face.

You fisted your hand into your chest and the other into the blanket, keeping silent. Tenya frowned. “I…apologize,” he said, carefully placing his hand over yours but immediately jerked back when you gasped. “I…pardon I did not intend for my touch to-” You shook your head.

“N-no, it’s f-fine Iida,” you replied, despite your heart racing in your chest. “It’s just…” you glanced away, “no...n-no one has asked that b-before.” Then again you weren’t exactly the type to flaunt your body and usually changed in the locker room stall.

You latched onto your lip, the thought of your parents made your stomach twist, and you suppressed a dry heave. “Are you well?” Tenya asked, slightly alarmed, and though you nodded, he wasn’t fully convinced. “Forgive me,” he said, standing up from the bed.

“Perhaps I should not have inquired. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable,” he said, turning with the intent of walking to his side of the bed. “N-no!” you cried out, grabbing his arm. He stumbled back and looked at you bewildered.

“Uh…” You blinked, and your cheeks grew red. You felt so hot you were liable to faint, but you shook your head trying to fight through your anxiety. “S-sorry!” you said, quickly letting go of his arm. You swallowed hard, groaning out of embarrassment.

“Um…I…the s-scars are…” you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You felt the bed dip when Tenya sat down again. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and once again extended his hand, placing it on your shoulder.

Your head shot back, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Please do not be afraid,” he said, his voice hushed and full of concern. Oddly enough, you smiled and nodded. “Right, s-sorry,” you said, glancing at your lap.

Your throat felt tight, but you forced yourself to speak. “The scars…are from the training m-my parents put me through,” you explained, refusing to lift your head to look at Tenya's expression. You expected him to be worried and maybe even feel sorry for you.

Instead, you gasped when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it was irrational, and he did not know how you would respond. Although he could not confess the feelings he had for you deep down, he would not stop trying to physically prove it to you.

A part of you wanted to push him away because you weren't used to this type of affection, and because you didn't want him to catch whatever you had. But you couldn't help but melt into his touch. He was aware of the training that was deemed necessary in order to become a worthy and true hero.

However, there were other, unethical training methods such as the ones that Shoto went through that proved to leave long-lasting emotional and physical scars. He could not fathom why certain families pushed their children so hard during training.

Yes, a villain would not be easy on a hero, this much was certain. But to inflict such pain that it left physical scars was unacceptable, and it made righteous anger burn deep within him. However, he took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling away. “I…I do not believe I could help myself,” he stated, bringing his hands to his lap. He knew very well that he let his emotions get the better of him and at this moment, he needed to remain focused.

“Would you favor continuing our conversation?” he asked. “Um…well, my p-parents aren’t heroes but…t-they’re rich and w-when my quirk manifested they...” you paused and curled your fingers inward, ignoring how your nails dug into your palms.

He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. You closed your eyes, sighing. “They…saw promise in it and…wanted to u-use me as a tool. If their daughter c-could be a hero…then it would boost my family‘s name and...r-reputation.” That spark of anger ignited again, but he held himself back from speaking.

You frowned and opened your eyes. “T-they forced me to train...every day. P-pushed me to my limits, and t-that's why I have...scars on my back. They always t-told me heroes don't feel...pain, they just do whatever it takes to gain f-fame.” Your eyes watered over, but you quickly wiped them.

“The...the m-more pain you can withstand, the more l-love you will receive,” you said, continuing to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I-I'm sorry,” Tenya frowned, uncertain how to comfort you. “Please do not apologize,” he said, reaching over to gently grab your wrists in order to pull them away from your face.

“You are likely to irritate your eyes further if you continuously rub them,” he explained before cupping your hands in his own. “I am quite honored that you have shared such memories with me, but are you physically and mentally well?” You glanced down, nodding.

“Yeah…” you replied, tightening your grip on his hands. “I live with a r-relative now….” and you hoped it would remain that way. He leaned closer, making you stiffen out of shyness. “Uh…” you dared to look back up and your face flushed when you locked eyes with him.

“I am…grateful to hear you are safe. Please know that I would never allow anyone, not even the fiercest villain to subject you to such injuries or pain.” While you assumed he was lying, the heroic and loving look in his eyes said otherwise.

And the way he embraced you further convinced you. His arm was tightly around your waist, and when he pulled you close, his opposite hand tangled itself in your hair. Whether it was the fever talking or the fact you were a little touch starved, you wrapped your arms around him in return.

His eyes widened and his heart accelerated. Being this close to you was something he always desired, but knew he could not have. At least not now, but there was always hope for the future. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled back.

His cheeks burned pink, and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand into the air. “Perhaps it would be best if we retired to sleep,” he suggested, and you turned away shyly. “Oh, uh…” How many hours passed anyway? What time was it? You were tempted to look at your phone but decided against it.

“Please allow me,” he said before standing and walking over to your side of the bed. He pulled back the blanket and shifted the pillows. “Hm,” you looked at him with a blank expression but walked over and sat down.

“Place your legs under the blanket,” he instructed and for a moment, you felt like a young child being tucked in but knew you shouldn’t take it that way. Tenya was just trying to be kind and after everything that happened tonight, it felt comforting to be taken care of by someone.

Once your legs were underneath, Tenya pulled the blanket over you and ensured you were comfortable before walking over to his side. Your face was glowing, and you closed your eyes, wishing your fever to go away. When you felt the bed dip, you mumbled and turned on your side so your back faced Tenya.

He glanced at you but said nothing and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. Then he lay down with his arms by his sides. His attention was focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, allowing silence and your breathing to ease him to sleep.

Morning came too quickly, and the blinds didn’t stop the sunshine from leaking in. You groaned, fluttering your eyes open. Your head ached softly, and sweat droplets trailed down your forehead. You reached up, intent on wiping it but noticed your arms were stuck.

“Huh?” You looked down, and heat rushed over your face when you noticed a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head, seeing Tenya’s sleeping face, and realized how heavy his body felt against yours.

You snapped your head back and panicked as you thought of the ways you could get out of this situation. You also thought of how to wake him up without making this awkward. Then again, maybe there was no way you couldn’t make this awkward.

You moved your body and wiggled your arms to jolt him awake. “Iida, Iida!” you hissed out, and he moved his head with a soft mumble in response. A deep breath sounded before he slowly opened his eyes. “Are you…a-awake?” you asked nervously, and he nodded.

“Yes…” he replied, lowering his eyelids. “What is the matter?” You shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. “Uh…y-you um…” How could you explain that his arms were wrapped around you? Sucking a breath in, you tapped his arm with your fingers.

“Hm?” He glanced down, and upon seeing the rather inappropriate position you were in, he immediately pulled his arms back. He stumbled out of the bed, and you jolted up when he hit the wall. “Iida!” you cried out, your eyes wide with concern and your hand extended in his direction.

“P-please accept my most humble apologies!” he frantically pleaded, placing his hands on his thighs, and bowing. His sleeping cap slipped off his head and fell to the floor. However, he resisted the urge to pick it up until you responded.

You blinked, and slowly pulled your hand back only to fist it into your hair. Your forehead still felt hot, but somehow you felt better than last night. Your cheeks burned red, and you glanced away, unsure how to respond to Tenya’s frantic exclamation.

“I-it’s fine,” you said softly before pulling the blanket back and hanging your legs over the side of the bed. “Um…t-thanks,” you said as Tenya leaned back up. “Hm?” he responded, looking at you despite your back facing him.

“F-for last night um…” you rubbed the back of your head, “I t-think it helped,” as talking things out usually did. He looked taken aback but smiled, “I am very honored to have assisted you in such a way and I do hope to be of more assistance in the future,” yes, he wanted you to run to him whenever you had an issue.

But he supposed only time would tell whether that type of trust strengthened between the two of you and despite no longer being the class president, he still wanted to be your closest friend. You turned to look at him, slightly surprised before looking at the floor. “Oh um…s-sure, maybe?” you replied, standing up and stretching.

“I suggest we change our outfits and relocate to the lobby as breakfast is served promptly from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. Then perhaps we can depart and resume this scheduled camping trip,” he said, reaching for his glasses and slipping them onto his face.

“R-right,” you replied, walking over to your suitcase, and laying it flat on the floor before opening it. You tapped your lips, deciding what outfit you wanted, unlike Tenya who more than likely already had something picked out.

As the two of you walked to the lobby, there was an awkward silence. Part of you wondered if it was your fault, and your anxious thoughts began. What does he think of you now? Is he going to look at you differently? You clenched your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was almost like something was about to burst out of you but then you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!” Ashido called, running up to you. “Excuse me Iida!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you away before you could say anything.

Out of instinct or panic, you held your hand out to Iida. However, due to his past experiences with Ashido, he thought it best not to interrupt whatever conversation she wanted with you. “Hey, Iida!” Uraraka called, she was currently sitting at one of the tables available in the lobby with Izuku.

He smiled and looked at you one last time before walking over. “How was your night with Y/n?” she asked when he approached. He paused, recalling last night's events, and cleared his throat. Uraraka tilted her head, noticing the flush on Tenya’s cheeks.

Izuku noticed this as well and they both exchanged a glance before Uraraka smiled. “What happened between you and Y/n last night?!” she questioned excitedly, and Tenya stiffened. “I…I believe I will gather my breakfast,” he stated, quickly walking away from the table and toward the breakfast area.

“Mm…” Uraraka pouted and scanned the room, easily spotting you and Ashido. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Izuku before walking away. “Your flushed face says everything! So, spill it!” Ashido shouted, raising her arms above her head. “Iida was flushing too!” Uraraka said, approaching your table.

You shivered when she turned to you and smiled. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked suspiciously, and you shook your head. “N-no, I m-mean yes, I...I mean...” you groaned out of embarrassment. You took a breath, trying to gather your composure.

“I was just a-about to tell Mina t-that nothing happened just…” you rubbed the back of your head, glancing at your lap. “We just h-had a talk,” the girls leaned forward, eager to hear more. “A-and well…” you nervously chuckled. “I’m g-glad that he’s my f-friend.” Ashido sighed. “Seriously!?” she cried out, clearly disappointed.

Uraraka frowned and leaned closer to you. “Nothing happened between you two?” she asked, pouting. You nodded and shrugged, “Sorry?” you said before turning your head to look at Tenya who had gathered a plate of food, and happiness washed over you. ‘Yeah...just a friend’ you thought with a bright smile.

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figure skater atsumu who is literally at the bottom of the barrel despite having just won gold in pairs because of the nightmare behavior with the mc in cold kisses + calling her a bitch on live tv! he is all around hated and no one is wanting to see him succeed and no one want's to be his skating partner. it's undeniable how talented he is, and everyone thinks it's such a shame that someone with so much talent has to be so much of a dick. but that doesn't mean he can't grow and change, and after a few years of kind of fading away into the sidelines atsumu has decided enough is enough. he can't come back from this, as much as he tried, and he thinks it is just time to quit. that is until his coach finally presents him with a new partner—a skater who was at the top of her game before suffering a terrible knee injury that almost caused her to have to retire. she recovered, yes, but the experience was all around traumatic. as much as she tried to build her confidence in her singles skating, she couldn't, so her coach had asked her if she would consider doing doubles. when she agreed to this, she did not at all think this would mean getting paired with the notorious dick that is miya atsumu. he is a cocky bastard, yes, but he surprises her nonetheless. she's quick to see how much of it is just a wall that he puts up, and how underneath all that he's surprisingly... sweet? he's so gentle when they skate together, never once pushing her past her limit knowing how scared she still is to be on the ice again. he is so incredibly encouraging when she does gain the confidence to do jumps and throws, and when he grins at her on the ice after their first successful throw she thinks maybe she might like miya atsumu a little too much. atsumu is smitten, of course, but he also is so scared of fucking things up like he did with mc in cold kisses. he's lost any sort of confidence he had in thinking he could read people, and is sure he will just ruin things all over again. he refuses to let himself act on his feelings and he is completely oblivious to how much she adores him. he tells himself he has to just hope the feeling goes away, that he will stop feeling his heart skip every time she skates towards him on the ice, that he will stop wanting to kiss her at the end of every routine. (of course, it doesn't go away. no matter how much he wants it to.)

I AM SMITTEN!!!! *I* AM SMITTEN IT'S ME GOODNESS THANK YOU GOD FOR PUTTING THIS IN MY INBOX TODAY OMG 🙏 i almost want to pull out my cold kisses taglist and tag everyone here BC THIS!!!!! this is so sweet THIS IS JUSTICE FOR ATSUMU AND I LOVE IT THANK U FOR AGREEING W ME BC I KNOW HE'S SUCH A HARD WORKER like maybe people think he has a bad personality at first but can you ever deny how attentive he is to his figure skating partners??? no. never. OMGGGKLNERKLNGBJJBKEUHOIFPNJWFERJPOF SORRY I NEEDED TO KEYBOARD SMASH THIS LITERALLY MAKES ME WANT TO CRY THINKING ABOUT HOW HE GOT A GOLD MEDAL BUT DID NOT FEEL HAPPY ABOUT IT BUT HIS REDEMPTION AND THE WAY HE TRIES TO HOLD HIMSELF OFF </33333333 he learned from his mistakes and i want to kiss him all over and tell him how good of a job he's doing I LOVE HIM THANK YOU FOR THIS

#ness' favorites <3 #ness' pantry staples <3 #i've had this audio stuck in my head all day and it's just this guy going “DAMN. DAMN? DAYUM. DAYUM.”#and that's how i felt reading this in a GOOD WAY #LIKE IT JUST KEPT GETTING BETTER #i'm sobbing this is adorable #so sweet #RAHHHHH COLD KISSES #answers <3

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freyjas-musings · 8 months

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In regards to the influencer post about getting hate: forreal, this is the first book release that I’ve been a part of the fandom for and the behavior of some people really ruins the experience.

So many hateful comments, unnecessarily starting fights with strangers on both Instagram and TikTok (and I’m lowkey pissed bc the Today Show is intentionally feeding the arguments to boost their posts)

And people can claim it’s Gwynriels all they want but the ONLY hateful comments I can find are E/riels. I wish Sarah wouldn’t bait people to start arguments (girl knows what she’s doing in those interviews) but I’m a little heartbroken because I got into these books because they gave me hope and I thought others felt the same.

Attacking people on Instagram, tumblr, and TikTok just because they ship differently than you is CRAZY. And the hate towards Gwyn is sad, she’s objectively a wonderful character😅

I hope SJM sees the hate E/riels spew.

All of what you said Anon is pretty spot on with how I feel too. Bullying is never ok and what makes the entire case with the influencer terrible is that the girl literally has nothing to do with the fandom or the ship war so these lunatics could have left her alone. As far as SJM knowing I am sure she does especially given her best friend has been harassed by Elriels.

She does look like a nerdy modern Gwyn!!!

With the Today Show interviews , to be fair literally nothing changed in terms of what we already know. It still made it pretty obvious it is Azriels book and that he does mostly have a mate, here is the key thing people miss.... Elucien's bond being accepted or rejected has nothing to do with Gwynriel.... Az wants a mate and if that mate is Gwyn they are endgame simple as that ....

If it was Elains book Lucien would have been mentioned in some capacity but that never happened , it was Elain and Gwyn with Az as the focus thereby further proving it is Azriels book . We also know Azriels feelings for Elain were never really deep. So, I have no doubt that Gwynriel is end game , how can anyone refute Canon info?

The hate towards both Elain and Gwyn is unnecessary. I am not a fan of Elain but I would never relentlessly make shit posts about her. She is not a character I prefer and indifference is as far as I would go.

Yes, I am disappointed that the interview did fuel the ship war , we all beat our chest and spill our hearts when two fictional females are being put against each other.... Yet here we now have two groups of real young women who have been pit against each other , it goes against everything I believe in, this fandom has basically fostered the most unhealthy environment of women pulling other women down... We are never going to win the battle with Feminism aka equality if we keep being each others enemies instead of atleast tolerating one another enough to grant dignity and respect ... and I was upset for all sides and this the truth....

These are young impressionable women and the publisher is most certainly taking advantage of the passion they have .... If the book is only a year away like they claim they could have just said whose book is next so people had time to process and get on board. Would the publisher have kept the news on who the book is about if it wasn't for the ship war? I think we all know the answer to that.

I am sorry this has been your first experience with the fandom and while I understand it's been hard I would request you to hang in there because there is a wonderful side to this fandom too, one that you will see during events , with friends and we are also officially entering the ACOTAR Era and its going to be exciting 🤗

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #Azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #gwyn acosf #gwyn x azriel #acotar #azriel #post acosf #acosf #pro gwynriel

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starsreminisce · 9 months

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Is society moving backwards? The way I see fandoms behave is so off putting

It does feel that way when reading about how Gwyn's SA history doesn't excuse her predatory behavior towards Azriel. When I call out the person, they insist they didn't mean it negatively.

ACOSAF, released in 2018, shows Lucien giving Elain space, and Azriel and Elain growing closer. ACOSF develops the triangle, with SJM barely giving Elriel moments but reminding us that Elucien still exists, renewing my hope. The blasted Az BC complicates matters, featuring Gwyn prominently and Az's feelings for Elain, albeit framed as purely sexual with resentment toward her bond. The lack of new info for five years keeps us relying on the existing narrative.

Half the time, it’s just pinpointing why engage in content someone doesn’t agree with?

Therapy has taught me two things: if I can let it go, let it go. If I can't, is it worth my time to engage with someone who won't agree with me? If I choose to, I express it solely to avoid dwelling on it, understanding that my goal is not to change your mind but to clear mine.

Honestly, I struggle with this, particularly in the beginning, which is why I've revived my Tumblr.

I genuinely appreciate reading differing opinions; healthy discussions help me reconsider different perspectives, expanding my world. However, I prefer seeking them when I'm in the right frame of mind to receive them. If you're in my inbox seeking to change my mind, be prepared that I won't. Personally, it took a bonus chapter for me to even acknowledge Elriel.

And that’s lowkey worse because all I see are red flags for both Elain and Azriel.

Here's hoping the new ACOTAR book is announced in around six months, and a detailed blurb about the featured couple is provided, allowing readers to adjust their expectations accordingly.

However, the Bryceriels has taught me that people will believe what they want, and sometimes they think they know better than the actual author.

Cut because now I’m just venting to vent

I enjoy revisiting passages and discovering new Elucien parallels or details that discredit an Elriel endgame. A point against Elriel is still a point towards Elucien for me. Sometimes I worry about coming off as a hater, but I prefer pulling examples from the actual books rather than labeling fans of a certain ship as misogynists, illiterate, lacking reading comprehension, or delusional. We've all read the same books, and I just don't see Elriel the same way they do.

Even though I'm the one providing quotes that Elucien's bond snapped, emphasizing that Lucien and Tamlin weren't involved in their kidnapping, clarifying that Azriel didn't lunge for Elain, and pointing out that Azriel did care when Gwyn was taken, it's frustrating to encounter absurd nitpicking. Responses like "the thread is on the lower rib and that doesn't feel like where it should be," "they were still involved with Hybern," "that's because of the ash arrow," "Emerie is there too," and "Madja overheard them talking about it, that's how she knew Lucien is Elain's fake mate" make it challenging to have constructive discussions.

If there's a need to prompt people to reread the series with a focus on specific clues, it suggests that those details weren't initially apparent or obvious from the beginning.

#asks #maybe one day I’ll share my unhinged antie/riel thoughts #let out that sag mercury #I make one elucien tiktok comment for some e/riel to come at me with 50 comments on why their ship has more proof

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Paul "I'm not going outside for 6 years bc my partner is the only one i want to see" Verlaine doesn't actually grieve his partner trust me guys asachuu said so

Paul "I'm so sorry rimbaud now that you're gone I'm so terribly sad" Verlaine

my brother in christ asachuu can you actually read!!!!

-rimbaudthursday (sadly still blocked :( )

Um…anon…? I’ll scratch this up to an honest mistake, but…

You are aware that in the very same sentence I do acknowledge his grief post-epilogue, plus that is something I’ve never denied once, I’ve spoken about it multiple times as well, right?

Also, you are aware that I’m talking about every single thing happening pre-epilogue, in which— I’m not sure if we’ve read the same novel, but I’d like to sincerely believe you’ve accidentally skipped over what I quite obviously meant and downright said— Paul explicitly states himself that he hated Arthur, which is then further told to us on multiple occasions, and thanked Chuuya for bringing upon Arthur’s death, all which happened following his betrayal and Arthur’s “first” death…right?

To put it very simply:

Yes, Paul does indeed grieve his partner very deeply, regretting his actions more than anything, AFTER THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER.

BEFORE THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER, he does not— in fact, he does the exact opposite, expresses his disdain for Arthur in both words and actions many times, and this is what I’m referring to back in that post— I have absolutely no reason to be talking about Paul’s feelings at the very end when it’s absolutely irrelevant to covering his entire past with Arthur, in which it could not be made more clear those are not his feelings yet.

Additionally, on the chance you’re trying to make an argument of Paul carrying the grief with him up until the epilogue in which it’s made clear even to the audience— I don’t know if this is your opinion, of course, but I’ll say it regardless, just in case that’s what you were aiming at— you wouldn’t believe me saying this, but there is, canonically, at least some hesitation and grief in Paul’s mind shown to us right before he pulls the trigger on Arthur, but that’s where it ends for the time being, until the epilogue. Whether or not Paul somehow “secretly carried it around”, which…I can’t say I haven’t seen people claim already, would not only be downright impossible to tell with his constant reminders that yes, he did, in fact, hate Arthur, but also, it would change absolutely nothing about his behavior if it clearly had no influence on it— before the epilogue, I’ll remind you— when he still betrayed his partner, still expressed his joy over Arthur’s death, still spoke harshly of him on multiple occasions throughout the entirety of Stormbringer and still was the reason his late partner died sincerely believing he was never doing enough for Paul and he was the one in the wrong the whole time, among other ways he behaved extremely coldly towards Arthur that render any potential hidden guilt in his heart completely irrelevant, because none of it softened, let alone prevented a single thing he’d ever done.

Now, anon, I very much don’t find any use in being rude to anyone, but I do have to say, since you’ve been so kind and sweet to me first— and please take this in the most neutral, non-personal way you can— before you question whether I can read or not, in the case this wasn’t a simple, innocent mistake of yours at all, could you please find out the answer to this question about yourself first? While I will gladly explain what I’m talking about to you if you need more clarification on it, albeit I would be much happier to do so for a polite request rather than anything you’ve sent me so far, if you’ll deliberately ignore half of my words in the exact same sentence you must have read to even come up with this, I won’t be able to try to correct or explain it to you even if I do so fifty times, because you could easily just cherry-pick whatever you want to read yourself out of my words while discarding the whole rest again.

Nevertheless, with all that being said…to answer your question properly, yes, I believe I am able to read, thank you very much for asking. 💕

#I really don’t know what else to tell you #admittedly I just woke up so I hope I was able to clarify this properly #in case it somehow wasn’t clear before #ask #anon #bungou stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd storm bringer #bsd stormbringer #bsd arthur rimbaud #bsd paul verlaine #rimlaine #asachuu

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celiaelise · 2 years

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Okay so I gave Wednesday another chance and stayed up all night to watch the rest of the season. The writing was definitely less painful than the first episode! (or maybe I was just feeling less judgy, who can say?)

Honestly the characters did end up appealing to me a lot! Enid and Wednesday's relationship is especially sweet. And the mystery was fun and compelling. Surprisingly, I even kind of like Xavier? Maybe because of artist kinship, lol. He seems like exactly the sort of sadboy Tumblr loves, but he didn't really get the focus to become that, which I think is why I was able to like him. If this was ten years ago and I was still going along with straight ships bc I didn't know there was anything better, I'd probably be rooting for him. I felt bad for him that Wednesday put him through so much, but it seemed like nothing he couldn't handle.

Speaking of Wednesday putting people through shit! I feel like the show did not emphasize enough that there was a reason when she started being even more of a cold heartless bitch! She let herself care about Eugene and let him in on her schemes and he was nearly killed!! She didn't know if he was going to wake up! Like, yes, she had a long-standing belief that solitude was strength, which was only reinforced through ominous warnings from her albino doppelganger, but also!! She was currently dealing with the guilt of someone she cared about being seriously hurt as a result of her deviating from that belief!

Like, obviously she's going to pull back and lash out at Enid and Xavier? She thinks she's the fucking Grim Reaper, and not in a fun way. She thinks letting herself get close to people is going to get them killed, and she's terrified.

One could also read into the fact that she doesn't seem to pull back from Tyler quite as much as the others? Maybe it's just because she needs him for rides, or because he's less willing to be put off by her behavior, but maybe... maybe she hasn't quite forgiven his past transgressions as much as she made it seem, and maybe she's less emotionally invested in him because she doesn't see him as part of her community? (idk, I'm just spitballing, and I could definitely be forgetting something.) (this isn't to say she doesn't really like him or that she's faking it, just that she maybe feels less protective of him.)

Anyway, I like getting to see an autistic Mexican-American girl getting the spotlight! (oh shit!! I bet she'd get along great with Guillermo de la Cruz!! 🩸🔪) And I stand by my earlier assessment that she's written the way male heroes often are, especially with regard to emotional ineptitude. Most girls or women who behave as callously as she does would have been completely overhauled by the end of their character arc, whereas Wednesday's flaws are acknowledged and duly criticized, but there's also no unrealistic expectation for her to completely change who she is. Also the scene where she tried to torture Tyler? A little disturbing, but totally something a male action hero would do. At the end of the season, the other characters accept her, (if not explicitly forgive her) without giving her ultimatums about changing who she fundamentally is.

Oh one last thing, I do think it's kinda fucked that they went with the "this species of monsters is genetically destined to be evil" storyline. 😕 Questionable choice, that.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday the series #wednesday addams #wednesday #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #eugene otinger #uhh idr Tyler's last name 😬#wednesday spoilers #did not proofread this post sorry if it's nonsensical #wenclair #by elise

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urlocalterrorist · 2 years

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Why aren't you scared of me?

Assassin reader x Tanjiro

Reader's pronounce: female (she/her)

(Y/n) is part of team that calls themselves the "light foxes". They promised to the people of their country that they will punish every criminal on earth, for the name for their God. But all they do is condemns and suspects kids, man and women, for crimes they never did. After that they kill them. In front of the sun. (Y/n) had enough. She can't see the inosent peoples dying faces anymore. So she turn against her own kind. She is no longer a light fox. No, no, she is the shadow, that drowns the light, the wolf that kills the foxes. It's been exactly 3 years she killed everyone of them. And now she wonders the land of Japan. Hunting down demons fun. She is almost at the point to became a hashira herself. But would she be able to keep herself under control?

Warning

This series will contain: Violence, Gore, dark themes, Reader has blood lust, Reader has no control over herself, Psycho/Yandere like behavior, Stalking

If you're uncomfortable or sensitive any of them above, please search for a nother blog or read this series with your own risk. You've been warned.

Editing T-cat is here

I am not dead! I know it's been a ver very very long time but i couldn't write anything bc 1 i forgot about tumblr 2 school didn't let me and 3 my mental health droped to the lowest and i couldn't do anything at thia point. But i'm finally back to continue writing for yall!

Editing T-cat is out

Chapter 4

"I will defenetly catch you off guard and defeat you! Kamaboku Gonbachiro! I will defeat you!"

"My name is Kamado Tanjiro!"

You didn't listen further to the two boys conversation. It's been a While since you 3 started walking. The scar on chest didn't made anything better, in fact it made everything even more worse. Every time you taked breath there was a sudden pain in your chest, if not you had to stop for a while to pull yourself together.

Tanjiro's crow led us to a house with the crest of a wisteria printed upon the door. at this point you thought you ganna pass out again in front off the door. "CAW REST REST!!! THE INJURED WILL REST UNTIL FULLY HEALED!!!" finaly. "Eh? We can rest? Even though I did fight demons with wounds this time..."

"Kekekee"

"kekeke you say..."

Then the door opemed, and an old lady stepped out. "Coming" Tanjiro's eyes widen a little before he spoke "Ah! So sorry to disturb you so late at night."

"It's a monster, a monster!"

"She is no monster she is just an old lady...." you said trying to calm the blonde down but it seems like it's not ganna happen anytime soon.

"Hey you!" the fird boy called as he went closer to her and started pocking the old lady's head as she spoke "You're demon hunters right? Please come in.."

"It's high-key sucks to be you guys."

"You talking? You literally have a huge scar on your chest and even had Internal bleeding."

"At least i don't have a cracked skull on my face and 4 broke ribs at the same time." I said in a mocking tone as i stared at Tanjiro's box. That box something that sure has so far sleeping. "You two should apolo-"

"I refuse" you two said it at the same time, but Tanjiro insisted until it was time to eat. You undid your masks bottom buckle, and lifted it up, so you could eat, without revealing your face to anyone. Thought it was more off a chaos than you expected it to turn out. Inosuke wanted to pull your mask off every 5 seconds, until you decided you had enough and eventually just stopped having a meal with everyone and went to eat outside alone in peace.

Thought before you leave, you could seance Zenitsu's aurora change from calm to mad. You didn't think much about it until you came back to the room after you mealand asked Tanjiro "Tanjiro I want to ask you something even though nobody asked yet. What are lugging around a demon for?" You almost lost your mind as you stared at Tanjiro, and the box, quietly grabbing a hold on one of the hidden karambit you had up in your sleeves.

"Zenitsu so you knew all along. Were you protecting me because you knew. Zenitsu you are a really good person. Thank you." Zenitsu fell the ground and role around "You! Since you've already praised me like that I can't do anything!!" then Tanjiro explained how he has a sharp noise and continued to praise Zenitsu until that demon started to move inside the box.

Zenitsu started to panic and you stared to get ready for an attack, getting ready the 7 from of your breathing style as Tanjiro tried to calm both off you down. The box door opened, tanjiro had to hold you back with all his strength, so that you wouldn't kill the demon, or she?

Tanjiro called out for the girl who's name was 'Nezuko' as finally stoped, slide the karambit back to your sleeves, you didn't needed further explanation as you could feel both from his and her aurora that they are related to each other somehow. Zenitsu than wanted to murder Tanjiro out of jealousy if you weren't there, he stoped when you send him a death glare from the end of the room.

You run, for your life in the cold forest, as you've found a frozen river with a water fall as your best friend attacked you. It was only the two of you at the selection, and both of you knew, that only one of you could get out of there alive.

You doged all her attacks and kicked her in her jaw, causing her to fall on her knees before you called out to her. Wait what was her name again? "Stop! It doesn't have to be like this!" she then got up with a glare towards you as she wiped her blood off of her face, and grabbed a hold on her weapon."I don't wanna hurt you! Run! Run away! Far from here! Live a happy and normal life!"

"Oh so i should run? Why not you? Why are you so selfish? I didn't trained for nothing! I rather die tha run away!" she said as she launched forward, as you rolled on the cold ice causing it to break, but you didn't cared as you stabbed her from the side, right into her heart. She dropped her weapon before she turned to you and whispered loudly "It was your fault"

You blinked a few times only to at the place where the innocent people were killed, their bodies turned to you only to whisper out loud tha same word over and over again: "I was your fault" you placed your hands on your ears as you turned around to be meet with your coworkers and your boss dead bodies and they are whispered the same words, again and again, while you dropped to your knees, hands pressed hard against your ears.

You then waked up. It was all just a dream. A bad dream. I just need some fresh air. That's all.

You taked your mask off looking at the night sky, your (e/c) orbs were lit by the moon as you taked deep breath to calm down. You close your eyes as the wind blew your (h/c) Hair, as you opened them again before you spoke softly "Where are you Venator?" but you only the wind blew more. You let out a soft shigh as you turn around and reach for your mask, before you heard a familiar voice.

"I'm always one step ahead, you know?" You heart stop beating for 2 seconds as you placed a hand on your chest, where your heart is "You never fail to give people a heart attack" you said before you made your way towards Venator. "yeah, i know" They said and hold their hand out "Long time no see (Y/n)"

You smirked as you shaked hands with them "Long time no see Venator. Say how's you dragons doing?" you'd ask as their hands slip out of yours "Wyverns, not dragons. They are smaller than dragons, but they are pretty fine i gotta say. All of them hatched now and but not all of them are full grown"

They said, before a little wyvern climbed out of their bag and climbed up on their shoulder. "Sadly while i helped you out, with your 'revaluation' one of my wyvern eggs got crushed and died. And not to mention that the baby wyverns i had that time also died. Now i only have 4 wyverns." They explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know that would happen." you said, but Venator don't seem to care that much, their full attention was on that baby wyvern. "This is Hiems. He is an ice wyvern. He hatched a few day ago." They said as they put their palms to the line of the wyverns leg, and it stepped in their palms and and it let out a cute squeak.

They hold the wyvern in front of me. The wyvern had a black white and blue parten, and ice like spikes decorated it's head. As i reached your palm out to let it step on your plam. As it did, it started climbing to your shoulders, as your eyes widen a little. Venator only chuckled before they spoke "Seems like someone likes you."

"Yeah it seems like it." You said. Venator turned around to look at at the door behind them "I see you some found new friends."

"I wouldn't call them friends yet. They are just.. My travelling buddies." you answered rather quickly. Venator turned back to face you once again and whistle. The baby wyvern climbed of off my and back into their bag. "I liked the chat we had (Y/n), but it's time for me to go."

They explained as they turned away from you again to make their way but you haven't seen your good friend for so long, you can't just let them go again. "Wait!" you called out and grabbed their arm only for them to stop and look at you. "Why don't we continue our journey together; you, me, and my travelling buddies?"

Their eyes widen a little and shook their head "(Y/n) you know that i can't let anyone else to know my wyverns existence I-"

"They can keep secrets! Besides you are a demon hunter to right? We have the same tipe of sword! I mean you use a polarm but, it's made out of the same tipe of metal!" Venator looked at the floor "I-I don't know (Y/n)-"

"Please Venator, stay with us!" you look deeply into their eyes "You are the only one i can trust!" you pleaded. They put their hands in a fist as tgey were thinking, then they let out a sharp shigh "Fine. I'll stay." You smiled and hugged them tightly. They slowly hugged you back before you spoke "Thanks."

"You're welcome"

The sunlight shines when the morning breaks, Venator was in your room, quietly and patiently waiting for you and for the boys to came back from breakfast. As you and the others made their way towards the door.

"I want you guys to meet and old freand of mine." you said as you stopped in front of the door. "A friend of yours?" Tanjiro repeated while in the back ground Zenitsu and Inosuke.... Well they are 'enjoying' each other's company.

"Yes, they are waiting for us in this room." You answered as you moved slightly your head to the side to tho two other boys behind you. "And if you both won't stop i make sure you guys go to the same place in the afterlife." and bam they were standing still behind you, waiting for order.

You turned your attention back to the door in front off you, and opened it to reval your friend Venator, who turned their attention to the group of people at the door, and spoke.

"It's nice to finally meet you all in person"

#demon slayer #have a cup of tea! ^^#tanjiro x reader #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x you #tanjiro kamado #Tanjiro x assassin reader

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gorlsgurlsgirls · 2 years

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Actually, I didn’t want to do this here bc I don’t want to be another person complaining about their husband, but I don’t have a lot of spare money for therapy at the moment and I don’t feel like I can talk to friends and family. I was nervous about that before I got married - who do I talk to when I need to talk about my marriage, my husband? I went into this not really knowing the answer. But this is my private tumblr damnit, so I need to get this out, if only for me.

Marriage is hard. And I knew it would be, even if I didn’t know specifically how. I’m trying my hardest but I don’t think I’m doing well with it. J works 60 hours a week in shipping/logistics and now that it’s the holidays, he went to work today. Who knows how many more weekends he’ll volunteer. I asked him not to, that I’ve been stressed with Teddy, but he said that the time and a half was too good to turn down. This hurts me. I know money is a huge stress factor, but it feels like he’s putting money before my sanity. I do the grocery shopping, the laundry, the cleaning, and try to manage his spending habits. I don’t want to paint him out as some loser - he is in recovery for opiate addiction from a gym injury years ago and a doctor that was too eager to prescribe him stronger and stronger meds. He’s three years clean, but his addictive behaviors show up in other ways that we’re working on. He didn’t have a good example of a healthy marriage or home/family life growing up, so I know he wants to overcome that. He tries, and I am grateful, even if I am impatient sometimes.

I had a meltdown last night because Teddy was being difficult all day. I am the one who is home with him the most - who wakes up to feed him and take him potty at 6:30 before I get ready for work. I buy his treats, prepare any snacks or puzzles for him during the day, take him for walks, feed him dinner, try to tire him out before bed. I work on training new skills and reinforcing things he’s already learned. There is mostly dirt with some patches of grass in the front yard where he goes potty so I wash his feet off daily and bathe him often. I don’t have a lot of free time bc he’s like a toddler, and some days it’s just very difficult. My MIL is home with him so I try to make things as easy for her as possible, but there are times where I feel like he’s annoying her and my FIL. So I look into obedience classes so I can get some help in the areas where I’m struggling.

I’m grateful that they let us live with them, but I’m so tired of living with my in laws. They should have been divorced 20 years ago and they snap at each other often. Their language can sound harsh sometimes when it’s a normal conversation, so I can never tell if they’re fighting or talking about the weather. My body always assumes fighting, so I try to hide in our room. But that’s difficult with a puppy. I think my FIL has dementia or something. He makes choices that are seemingly based in no logic, and it makes things stressful or difficult for everyone in the house, as he has hoarding tendencies and often leaves messes everywhere.

The house itself is quite old and has random holes and poorly done renovation that lets in bugs and pollen and so much dust. So there’s always always always something that needs to be cleaned. I’m desperate to move out but finally just replaced J’s 20 year old car so much of the savings went to the down payment. We live in Orange County and it’s just a difficult time to try and find a reasonably priced place to live.

I work in special education which wasn’t my plan, but last year the principal asked me to as a favor so I did. Even though I had no experience in special ed, it’s been alright for the most part. My schedule has changed about 8 times at random and they pull me to work wherever is needed, including things that were not in my job description. I have to be an expert on my 7 kids that I am with throughout the day. 4 of the kids are in a class where I hate the teachers management style, and that has led to a lot of disrespect from his students (not my kids) when I’m in there. Nothing gets done about this. I hate the new principal who is a raging jerk and think he’s gods gift to this earth. I don’t think I’ll stay past this year, if I make it through this year.

Earlier this year I decided I had to leave Mormonism. This has been one of the most devastating things in my life to experience. It felt like this was no longer my home, that they were becoming more extreme in beliefs that I couldn’t agree with or reconcile, that my personal beliefs didn’t align with them - the place where I learned my sense of integrity. It’s a strange thing to comprehend. Then after a lot of uncomfortable research, I realized it wasn’t true. I think there are so few experiences in life where you realize that everything is a lie, and I never expected my religion to be one of them. That has led to so much grief and an identity crisis, because the beliefs of Mormonism are so deeply intertwined with your sense of identity, how you move throughout the world, how you see others, what you think is coming after this life, what the purpose of anything is. I don’t have many answers now. I don’t know what this life is all for and must now create my own meaning. I’m also in the process of deconstructing the ways I’ve been hurt by sexuality and a strict purity culture and how this has affected my relationship with my husband. Mormonism also informs my sense of community so I’m not quite sure how to develop one outside of the church and I’m lonely at times. But the worst part is that I don’t feel like I can be honest and tell my family about it, because I am afraid of the way they will treat me, or how our relationship will change. The idea of love, in Mormonism, is somewhat conditional, so I have no idea how they will accept this news, and the ways I will disappoint them.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder around this time in 2020 after a difficult year. During a recent first time meeting with a psychiatrist, she informed me that she wasn’t sure this diagnosis was correct. I have often wondered this myself, which has been uncomfortable to think that you’re making things up about yourself, like it’s for attention. She thinks I could have a lesser version of it, as more people are starting to view bipolar as a spectrum, but at the very least, she says it’s some sort of mood disorder. All I know is that several times a year, I think I’m going insane. I try my damndest to keep my emotions under control, and wish I could get credit for how hard I try to be nice to others and to not destroy my own life regularly.

It’s not bad all the time. Some beautiful light is shining through the window right now. I live somewhere that keeps me warm at night and relatively safe. I have people who love me, even if they live far away. I’m listening to good music. Christmas is coming. I’m working on our room with holiday decorations so I can enjoy them. My car is running. We have food to eat. In this moment I am happy to get this all off my chest and give myself space to realize that I am sad about a lot of things, both yearning and contented. That is life, I suppose.

#read for some emo girl hours diary entry stuff i guess #this isn’t really for anyone but it feels so much better to let it out and to be witnessed by someone

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