#her laugh is also so contageous

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I found my new fave cc ngl 🙏🏻 GEM IS GREAT !!!!!!

[izayoichan]

2, 4, 7, 17, 30, and all creator questions for my boi :)

For the boi!

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh? Very easy, he is the type that can laugh about almost anything, even when they hit their toe against something sharp, they just can't help but laugh, even though it fucking hurts. He also has a very contagous laugh, the type that if he starts and really gets the chuckles, no one in a room could either not smile, or start laughing too.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust? He is far from the worst with it, although I think he is good at giving people some trust to begin with, and then let them prove to him that they are worth more trust that just that little bit in the beginning. So you have to work a bit to get into that proper inner circle of trust. Outwardly that makes him seem really trustful to most.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? There are two things that are equal for him nostaliga wise. (this is a bit of a spoiler, but ah well) watching pairs skate is something that triggers nostalgia for him. After him and Ye-Min's accident he never got a new partner to skate with, but went solo. He doesn't mind that feeling, but it is bittersweet for him. It's hard to wonder what if. The other thing is helping out at the shelter. It brings back all the memories he had a child, and he loves the feeling it gives. It's simply comforting. So yes, he brings his daughter along, to hopefully give her the same feelings as he has when there.

17. Are they easily embarrassed? Suprisingly yes. He has learned how to hide it well due to his job, but yeah, he is quite easily embarrased. He doesn't blush easily, but a tell tell sign is shuffeling of feet and twiddeling his fingers when he gets embarrased.

30. Who do they most regret meeting? Hmh... I don't know if he regrets meeting anyone, he has been lucky that way. The only thing that comes to mind, is some of the kids that were bullies when he were younger, saying that his love for figure skating wasn't good. And then for me: A: Why are you excited about this character? Because he is so different from the normal character I make. I tend to make the happy couples and all that, and Rylan simply deviates from that norm, and I adore him for that. B: What inspired you to create them? He kinda did himself, I do play the kids a little, I made him a teen, and no matter who flirted with him, no one was interrested. So first I was thinking a bachelor, to find that spark, but after talking about it with @mahvaladara i realized I didn't feel that was right. He shouldn't have to fall in love with anyone if he so clearly did not want to. C: Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? Yes, because my brain followed my standard they shall find someone and live happily ever after in the end, but they wanted differently. D: Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? They aged up pretty much the way they looked now, I had to add the horns, scales hair and eyes, but other than that he is basically just how he grew up. E: Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? Yeah, I think we would get along, We share a few traits, and some ways of thinking.

F: What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? A half a year ago: Frustration, because i did not know what to do with them, none of the original idea felt right. Now, exitment and pride in who I feel they chose to be.

G: What trait of theirs bothers you the most? He is a athletic one.. so he always wants to exercise, mostly skate tbh, but its every single time I try and do something, like poses, he breaks out and does pushups, goes to skate and so on.

H: What trait do you admire most? His devotion to his family, specially his daughter and her mother. Even though they are not together, he cares deeply for both of them, and his family in general. He is very very family oriented.

I: Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? I don't mind him going a bit in the fantasy direction on occasion, or an AU if it comes to mind. As long as his little one can come with, I'm happy with whatever my silly mind can come up with.

J: Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character? Luckily not. He had no big canon other than being part of the story I have.

thank you for asking!

[drmommible]

July 23, 2022

I had this window open yesterday and was about to write about our trip to Omaha and Orson's increased anxiety which is boarding on debilitating, but then I found out that this happened:

Sarah was one of my first mom friends--we met at the public library and i slipped her my card after talking to her on and off and asked her to be my friend because I thought she was cool. It turns out she was cool. Her daughter, Lula, and her son, Arlo were and are such sweet kids. I didn't know her husband that well, but Tyler seemed like a really nice man. Sarah had the best laugh and a wonderful sense of humor. This school year will not be the same without 3 of the 4 of them. Their 9 year old son, Arlo, somehow survived, and i can't imagine the trauma this sweet little boy is facing. To watch 3/4 of your family be killed in front of you, and escaping--the amount of guilt and sadness and anger that poor kid is going though...

It will not be the same going to the library and not seeing her working and chatting with her. It will not be the same on the playground, and not seeing her or Tyler passing by, waving as they went, to get their kiddos.

I haven't talked to the twins about it yet. They had played with Lula and Arlo on the playground before, but Lula was two years behind the twins and Arlo was a year ahead of him, so they probably didn't know each other outside of playing on the playground. But I also don't know how or what to tell them, because I don't know exactly what happened. The person with the gun was apparently from Nebraska and we don't know yet if he knew the Schmidts or if this was random and if he had mental issues, but we do know he used a gun, and this is a problem.

So at some point I will talk to them, I just want to figure out how to talk to them, and after we know more details about what happened.

I also don't want to talk about it because of Orson's anxiety. Ever since he moved back into his new room, he has been extra anxious. Between the first night he was in his room and the storm that happened and that last wild storm that brought all the derecho like winds, he's been utterly terrified of the weather. If it's not perfectly calm outside, sunny and with no clouds, he doesn't want to go outside.

I made him go to Target with me to exchange a gift, and he was just a miserable mess for most of the time. He forgot about things once we were in there long enough, but he got all scared and anxious when we got back outside. The night before, we went to see a concert outdoors at the Hearst and he just was miserable the whole time.

This is affecting him so negatively, and it was so hard for me yesterday to keep myself together to keep him together. And this is not healthy. He wants his own room back, and he's just a mess.

He told me that he would talk to his play therapist again, so I am going to contact her and ask what we need to do. I think he needs to talk to someone, because we need our lives to get back to normal.

I understand that some of this anxiety is coming from being older now, and the world getting bigger, and that can be scary. But this is a whole other thing.

And then there's the trip to Omaha. With Covid numbers going up, we are concerned about whether we should go or not. It appears that the hotel is requiring masks, and I think that part might be okay. Concerned about the zoo, since that might be crowded, and also concerned that this variant is more contageous so regular masks aren't going to do it.

So we need to replace this is with something else to do those three days if we don't go, and the problem is that everything we would want to do would require some risk. So we don't know what to do.

I mean, the right thing to do would be to cancel, but I am sick and tired of doing the right thing. I want my kids to see that doing the right thing is the right thing even if it's hard, but I also am tired of everyone acting like COVID is over because it isn't. And now there's this monkeypox bullshit, which is something else.

Back to Orson, if I tell him about the Schmidts before we go to Omaha (if we end up there), he's going to be so upset he might not ever leave the house again, and he might not ever let us sleep alone again and he might not let us leave the house. I think I will message Bonita as soon as I am done with this post.

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

SO IN OTHER NEWS, ADRIEN IS PISSED.

A short translation of Rocketear because the public deserves to know.

I'm only translating the most important scene. The JEWEL of that interaction between Nino and Adrien.

PART 1. THE CALL

N: I knew it! She's in love with someone else.

A: You spend a lot of time together, you must be imagining things. Who else could she love?

N: Chat Noir

A: -laughs- you're kidding! What about Jagged Stone's crocodile for a change.

N: But there's the video

A: A video from the Ladyblog, that proves nothing.

N: I'll give you proof that I'm right!

A to Plagg: [rough translation: I couldn't have (made her fall in love with me)]

Plagg: Oh yes you could, I certainly contaged you with my natural charm.

A: I think I may have exaggerated my Chat act and she fell in love with me, I have to clear things up.

PART 2. THE BOILER ROOM

A: Where did you get all of this?

N: Sit down, I will be asking the questions. What do you think about THIS [the video]

A: That makes no sense! You're being stubborn, that is not what happened!

N: And how would you know that? Where you there? Are you involved with this?

A: No, no, of course not! But it's clear that it's impossible. I'm certain is just a misunderstanding. Alya and Chat Noir have nothing in common, they barely know each other. Alya is just a fan of the heroes , that's all.

N: They know each other pretty well.

A: But no one knows the secret identity of Ladybuf and Chat Noir. How would Alya fall in love with someone she doesn't know? (I DON'T KNOW ADRIEN, YOU TELL ME, SON.) Alya is the girl that is always reporting, she's always telling the truth, especially to the boy she loves.

N: But they know each other much better than you think.

A: You cannot assume that just because of the one video.

N: There's something you don't know. I'm not talking about the video, I'm talking about something I'm not supposed to tell you. An incredible secret: Alya is a superhero. She is Rena Rouge.

A: But wha--

N: Shh! I know what you're going to say, 'But Nino, how do you know that?' I know because I'm also a superhero. I am Carapace.

A: What? You're Carapace?! But...but you two KNOW. You two know your secret identities!

N: Of course, Alya and I don't hide secrets from each other. Until now, with that little story with Chat Noir

A: Wait a second, I'm not following. I thought secret identites had to be always be protected, but if it was true, you would never had told me about it. Ladybug wouldn't agree with this!

N: Are you kidding? It was Ladybug who gave us our Miraculous at the same time.

A: No... that's impossible.

N: What are you trying to say?! That I'm lying?

A: No, no! What I'm trying to say is... It doesn't matter. You are Carapace and she's Rena Rouge and you know each other, and Ladybug agrees with that. That doesn't mean that Rena and Chat Noir... you know

N: You don't know how Chat Noir is, but I know. I'm part of the team. Of course, whenever Ladybug is around he's always declaring his love to her. But Ladybug always rejects him and with good reason! As soon as Rena Rouge appears, he flirts with her! [unintelligible, something about Chat Noir catching Rena alone, when Carapace is not there]. And now I'm all alone, I lost the love of my life.

NOTABLE MENTIONS

CN: Everyone has doubts from time to time, even me

LB: Is everything alright, Chat Noir?

CN: Yeah, yeah!.... Pound it!

SCENE WITH PLAGG AND ADRIEN

A: I still can't believe Ladybug gave Miraculous to Alya and Nino

P: Of course she did, she is the Guardian.

A: But they are together! And they know their identities!

P: And so what?

A: Then why do we have to hide our identities but THEY can know theirs?

P: She is the Guardian, great master cheese fermenter (SERIOUSLY PLAGG?) and she decides how to [idk something about managing cheese]

There you go, choke on that. ✌️

[rice-pudding-slaps]

demelurina for the disny meme

Demelurina my beloved,,,,

is no secret i have about 3 different Little Mermaid AUS. But I think it would fit quite too well

As always. Canon can kiss my ass.

FAIR WARNING: This post is kilometric. And I did not proofread any of this because that's how I roll baby

Anyways

So, we start with Bombalurina. A very well known mermaid (mercat? you decide) who's voice can be heard sometimes on the shore. She is a kind and curious soul. And both the kingdom and the sea creatures absolutely adore her.

Old Deuteronomy, the mermaids (mercats?) king, treats her like a daughter. And she is presented with the higher honours.

But she is also fond of the surface. Of the magnificent and glorious surface. Oh, what music has she heard. She has collected every jewelry, painting, and little knick knack that ever fell from a boat. She watches the humans with curiosity. With wonder. There is just too much too know, out of her reach.

So one day she gets an idea. She is going to talk to the humans (cats?). Not only is she going to talk to them, she is gonna ask all her questions. And ask how can she join them, if she ever can.

So when the boat of a princess on her way back from a travel passes through, she takes the opportunity inmediately. She watches with wonder while they dance and sing, and cannot help but notice how absolutely gorgeous the princess is.

And the boat hits a storm. She helps however she can. And she sees the princess fall into ice cold water. She is not letting her die. So she brings her to chore. And quietly sings to her to wake her up. She is the most beautiful thing that ever fell in the sea... She is so ready to ask her hundreds of questions. But a scream startles her and she gets back where she came from. And the princess can't help but listen to that song in her mind...

Bomba gets to safety. And explains to her friend Tantomille what just happened. She is a very powerful mermaid (mercat?). And offers to check whatever she got from that trainwreck go make sure the princess is ok.

Bomba scatters her things. And she gives Tanto a notebook, the pages are absolutely irrecognizable, but it used to be full of drawings. Tanto uses her magic to tell her she is ok. She tells her she is a princess and about to be the ruler of her kingdom, after her mother sadly passed away. She tells her how she is lonely. And how she repeats Bomba's song to feel calm, like a spell itself.

Bomba asks if she will answer her questions. Tanto says she's not sure. But warns her of meddling with the human world. "Their ways are different than ours. We aren't meant to meet yet"

"Then when"

"I don't know

"Well, I can't wait"

She swims as fast as she can far, far away. There is a solution to this problem... a dangerous one, but absolutely deserving of a chance.

Macavity, a magical being feared both in land and sea. Capable of anything, the legend says. But never found in a place twice. You have to give him an offering to make him appear. And she does. She goes to the place the legend talks about. And offers him some of the most valuable jewels of the kingdom that she took from the palace. Out come two mermaids (mercats?) on perfect syncrony. They let her inside a cave.

And there he is. Macavity. Imponent. Warm like fire, but under the water.

She asks for a way to go on the surface. She has to meet that princess. Macavity laughs at her. And offers a change: Her voice, for a pair of legs. They will last a week. She must be back by then. Or she will turn into sea foam. If she wants to keep her legs, then a human shall offer her their heart. Is well known that mermaids don't have a soul, the only thing they can give is their heart. And they take it very seriously. So this is high stakes.

She hesitates. But she agrees. And Macavity breaks her in half. She gives her legs. And she takes away her voice. She is rushed to the surface. And she finds herself alone. And hurting. The legs hurt as if her tail was still there, just broken. She can't ask for help. And she stays on shore for a while. Sure that she will not make it...

"Oh, gods, are you ok?"

A sweet voice wakes her up. And the sudden embrace of strongs arms taking her up. She is not exactly aware of what's happening. She only smells a sweet perfume. So different of the shore...

"Don't worry, we'll get you some help"

She wakes up in a soft surface. And the sweet perfume around her. She's lost until she finds by her side a surprised face. A warm and calm face welcomes her. And her words come out of her mouth like honey.

"You're awake! Hi. My name is Demeter. How did you end up on the shore?"

She tries to explain herself, but she has no way how. But Demeter is patient. And she tries her best to understand whatever sign is Bomba throwing at her. It might be hard to communicate, but she is not giving up. And the smiles and nods that Bomba gives her are very much welcomed.

They spend a day getting Bomba back to shape. And Demeter cannot help but find in that smile a familiar charm. Like something she was meant to see. And that she has seen before... In another time...

That's not important.

She has a brilliant idea.

An old lord has a daughter that might help them. And she asks Bomba if she might want to go and try to find a way. She inmediately agrees. And finds herself enchanted with everything in the surface. The trees, the roads, the horses, the people, the dances, the music the arts. She stops wide eyed at everything. Is everything she could've ask and more. And Demeter feeds into that curiosity. She takes the time to tell her the name of every plant and animal. Retells all the stories of the kingdom. She makes sure every time Bomba stops to look at something, she gets new information. She is specially throughout about art. And they make a one day trip into two and a half.

When they meet the old lord, he introduces his children as Victoria and Mistoffelees. Victoria is mute, and she is more than happy to teach Bomba to sign. Bomba is ecstatic. And they spend the next days teaching her. Not only to sign, but also they show her new dances, new food, new textures and fabrics. New everything.

And Demeter is there in the middle. She is everything that the human world could ever be. Her voice is soft and her hands are warm. She has the prettiest smile and she dances like the world is not watching her. Her embrace is delicate and she smells like fruit and flowers... Demeter is everything she ever dreamt about the human world and more.

And Deme finds in Bomba excitement and happiness. She is confident and curious and adventurous. And her laugh is contageous and her embrace is like a sunset at the beach. She doesn't let her feel lonely. Bomba is a new fire in her heart.

And the days pass... and a week comes. And the last day, Bomba has learnt to sign a little. Or at least to communicate with Demeter. And she urges them to come back. She can't explain. She just has to go back. Demeter is heart broken. Why? Why must she leave? Isn't she happy?

She practically escapes. Trying to make it to shore. And Deme follows her. Desperate. Because she doesn't want to lose her. Bomba just runs and stops at the nearest beach. She is so hesitant. The sun is going down. Is it worth it? Does she really want to go back? To a life in the sea? Apart of everything she loves? Apart from Demeter?

Demeter finds her. Pleads her to stop. To come back. She assures them whatever is worrying her, is going to be fine.

But a storm comes. And with that, a tall, imponent, figure.

Macavity.

He comes. Demeter falls down. Looking at the legend come true. He laughs. Bomba runs to Demeter. Trying to tell her to stop. But her scream comes from a small shell on Macavity's neck.

He explains that "This beauty changed her voice... for a chance up here. And her time is up."

In front of a paralyzed Demeter, he hypnotizes Bomba. He makes a puppet out of her. And starts to slowly make her walk into the sea. Her legs losing balance as she goes. Turning into foam as she touches the water.

Until Demeter runs at her. Tries so hard to pull her out. And shouts that she loves her. That he can't take her away.

"YOU CAN'T TAKE MY HEART AWAY FROM ME."

And as she says that, Bomba falls. But her legs are back. They hear a crack. And as the shell breaks, Macavity is gone. The voice goes up. And joins the moans in the wind.

But who cares?

Bomba is there. Deme is there.

And they kiss and live happily ever after :D

Thanks for the ask! i am SO SORRY it took so long.

And I am so sorry for this kilometric post.....

[phoenixkaizen]

Just Like You

Summary: Prompt fic. Aizawa and All might in high school, and Aizawa is getting teased for being gay, Toshinori tries to cheer him up with cuddles Author's Note: Another prompt fill from tumblr! Alright so the title of this fic is the song title Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson. Louis is literally my favorite singer ever and I've been watching him since his X Factor days with One Direction. I tend to use his song titles in a lot of what I write. This song just seemed fitting for this scenerio. Warnings: Bullying, Homophobic slurs, talks of suicide but not by Shouta, language, a pissed off Toshinori, Enji is suddenly... niceish?

Faggot. Queer. Homo. You're disgusting. You deserve to die. Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. Every single word constantly rang through Shouta's head as he walked the halls of U.A. Recently, he had accidentally came out to his class when they were talking about one of the pro heroes who had recently come out. It had slipped out before he could even catch himself. Ever since then, it seemed like the entire school knew of his sexuality. Now every step he took was followed closely behind by verbal abuse of so called heroes to be. Even members of other classes had gotten involved. Support, General, Business. Apparently it didn't matter. He was only in his first year. He had three more years of this torment. He was still the same Shouta that they knew before he had came out but now it was a complete one eighty. He had been isolated. He was already close to being an outcast for his quirk but now he was an outcast. Only five people remained by his side. His fellow classmates and friends, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada and his friend from Class 2-B, Nemuri Kayama. Lastly, his own boyfriend Toshinori Yagi from Class 3-A. The only people who knew of his relationship with Toshinori were his friends. Toshinori wasn't technically out of the closest but he didn't really care. Toshinori didn't care about who he was in a relationship with as long as if he loved them. Toshinori was the sun of Shouta's life. His smile couldn't lighten up a room. His laugh was contageous to those around him. Some day, Toshinori was going to be the Number One hero. Shouta knew it in his gut. Shouta just hoped that he would still be by Toshinori's side by then. He hasn't exactly told Toshinori about him being a target of the constant teasing and bullying. Hizashi and Oboro did their best within Class 1-A to keep them down at bay but some of them still managed to sneak by. Nemuri had been trying everything to keep Class 2-B off of his back but it also failed ninety percent of the time. Thank god, it was lunch time. No one ever messed with him during lunch because Toshinori sat with them along with Enji Todoroki. Cause for some god forsaken their rivalry in class came out in lunch too. Oddly enough, Enji knew of Shouta's sexuality but didn't say anything. All the Hellflame user said was who cares. His reaction had shocked him the most. Enji Todoroki should have been at the head of the teasing but instead he just sat with them and glared at others who even sent a wrong look in Shouta's direction. It was strangely comforting. Enji happened to be very intimating. He was broader than Toshinori is but Toshinori had height on him. Shouta should of known his luck was running out. Toshinori, Hizashi, and Oboro were deep in conversation about god knows what three sunshine people talk about. Enji occasionally threw in a comment while Nemuri ate in silence while scrolling through social media. Shouta held his book in front of his tray as he also ate in silence. A noise escaped him as his book was ripped from his hands. He turned to look at the culprit but a gasp left him as he felt a liquid cover splash over his head and down his body. He quickly identified it as soda from the stickiness it left behind. The other occupants of the table jumped up from their spots but froze as the boy from Class 3-B, Hiroto Terasaka, leaned down until he was eye level with Shouta. "Fags don't belong in hero society. They would never accept you. Why don't you drop out and go sell yourself on the corner like the whore you are." One the boy stopped talking, he turned his tray upside down and onto Shouta's head. Shouta held out his hands in front of him as he looked down at his lap in shock. Tears prickled his eyes as the older boy's words tore through him. The lunch room broke out into laughter as the teen chackled at his work. A loud crash caused Shouta to look back up. Toshinori now stood in front of him and the now empty tray that belonged to Terasaka was in the floor. Shouta couldn't see the blonde's face but just by Toshinori's body language he could tell the elder was livid. The laughter in the cafeteria fell to a dead silence. Shock and disbelief came to the faces of the other students as they looked at Toshinori and Terasaka. Terasaka sank underneath the piercing gaze from the blonde. "What the fuck did you just say?" Toshinori growled. Tersaka smirked. "I told the stupid little fag to go to the job that would fit him best, of course. He is a little slut after all." The teen said. Shouta watched in awe as Toshinori grabbed the other third year by the front of his uniform and jerked him forward. "You disgust me. You're supposed to be becoming a hero and you are tearing him down. For what? Being gay?" Every word was laced in venom as Toshinori spoke. Tersaka physically shook in Toshinori's hold as he tried to wiggle away from Toshinori's grip. "He's a little faggot. He doesn't deserve to be a hero." Toshinori chuckled and released Tersaka. The other teen falling to his bottom on the floor and his eyes locked onto Toshinori. Shouta held his breath as Toshinori gazed over his shoulder to the Erasure quirk user. "Shouta, how long as this been going on. By the look on your face. This isn't the first time." Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat. The normally soft blue eyes were now cold as ice. A frown covering his face that normally held the smile that would make Shouta's heart skip a beat. "Since Frostbite came out. My classmates were arguing over a gay man being a hero and I accidentally came out too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. The anger on Toshinori's face only grew deeper. "That was two months ago, Shouta. Who has been doing this to you?" Toshinori's voice was deep, almost coming out as a growl. Shouta shook his head. At this point, he didn't even know who it was. There was at least three people from each class. "It's almost every class in each year, Yagi-senpai." Hizashi said, the Voice user knowing that Shouta wasn't going to talk. "We've managed to keep our class off for the most part, but they still find a way." Oboro added, his voice laced in regret. Toshinori looked away from Shouta, his glare settling on the other occupants of the room. "You should be ashamed of yourselves." Toshinori stated, his voice raising as he looked out at the other students. "You are making fun of, teasing, bullying, assaulting a fifteen year old because he just so happens to like the same sex?!" Toshinori scoffed. "Within this school is over a hundred students that hope to be heroes one day. From what I just got told, even the hero course is involved in this villainous act." The blonde shook his head, climbing up onto the table that he had been formerly sitting at. "You want to be heroes?! How can you even call yourself a hero in training if you are acting like a villain?" Shouta looked out at the other students, watching the remorse and guilt cover most of their faces. He looked up at his boyfriend and whispered, "Toshi, please. Just leave it alone." The blonde looked down on him. "Absolutely not." He said, looking back out to the others. "Shouta Aizawa will be a hero and he will do it whether you like it or not. He was born to be a hero. I watch him work his ass off every single day after school. He has so much heart in him that he didn't even tell me about this." A smile came to the blonde's face, his gaze softening. "If you want to tease someone for being gay, well you better start coming after me too." Murmurs filled the cafeteria as Toshinori spoke. "I've been dating Shouta Aizawa for six months now. I met him before he started at U.A. and from the moment I saw him... I knew he is the person I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. So if you want to act like a villain, do it to me. I will have absolutely no problem putting you in your place." Shouta's eyes widened as he watched Enji completely stand up, climbing up onto the table next to Toshinori. "I'm not gay but Yagi's right. This isn't right. Aizawa did absolutely nothing to any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but villains. I want to be a hero, and Shouta is Yagi's boyfriend. I will protect him the same way I strive to beat Yagi for the Number One spot." Enji stated, his voice booming through the room. Hizashi, Oboro, and Nemuri all stood up and taking a spot in front of the two third years. "You'll have to go through us too. I'm not going to play nice anymore." Oboro hissed. "Be a villain. You won't last long here." Nemuri said, her normal sweet voice coming out harsh. Hizashi added, "I can't believe this is what U.A. has come too." Toshinori looked to the others with a smile. "You see, we belong to U.A. High, a pretigous school for heroics. If you want to be a hero, stop acting like someone who is different from you is beneath you. That's not who a hero is. At this moment, I'm disgusted that I even know some of you people." Toshinori said, hopping down from the table and standing in front of Shouta. "C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up." The blonde muttered, holding out his hand. Shouta smiled softly as he reached out and placed his hand in Toshinori's. He allowed the blonde to guide him out of the cafeteria and to the men's locker rooms. Neither of them said a word as Toshinori helped Shouta get out of his soaked uniform. The blonde hummed softly as he turned on one of the showers and scrubbed the food and soda out of the ebony locks. Toshinori didn't care as the water splashed onto his uniform as he continued to rub soothing circles into Shouta's scalp. "Why didn't you tell me, Shouta?" Toshinori questioned softly. Shouta shrugged with a sniffle. "I guess I was scared too. I don't know why. I thought I could handle it. I never meant for you to come out when you didn't want too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. Toshinori sighed, placing his thumb underneath Shouta's chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Shou, I don't care if anyone knows I'm gay. I'm still the same person I was before. If they want to treat me different than that's on them. I would shout it to the world that I'm stupidly in love with you." Toshinori said, using his other thumb to wipe off a stray tear that found it's way down Shouta's cheek. "I can't yell like Yamada-kun can but I would do it any day. You mean the world to me." Shouta gave a watery smile and leaned forward, placing his head against Toshinori's shoulder. "Thank you." Toshinori smiled, reaching over and shutting off the tap before pulling away from Shouta to hand him a gym uniform. "Now, put that normal scowl on your face and let's get back out there." Shouta nodded with a new found confidence. "Okay." x School was out for the day and Shouta laid in his bed with Toshinori next to him. The older teen held Shouta close to him, drawing random shapes into his back as Shouta cuddled closer. The ebony haired teen felt tears come to his eyes as the words from the bullies came back to his mind. Would it change now that the number one student in U.A. came out as gay. The same student that everyone was rooting for to be the Number One Hero. Toshinori just pulled him closer. "Don't let them get to you, Shou. They are nothing compared to you." The blonde muttered, placing a soft kiss into Shouta's hair. Shouta sighed. "It still hurts." Toshinori rubbed his hands over Shouta's back. "I know, Shou. For now, let's just lay here and forget the world. Even for a moment." Shouta smiled as he cuddled further into Toshinori. He craned his neck so he could see Toshinori's face. "I love you, Toshi." "I love you too, Shouta." Toshinori smiled, leaning forward and kissing Shouta deeply. The warmth of Toshinori's body against his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him, maybe just being held. It made him feel better, knowing that he had Toshinori by his side. Just Toshinori's smile told him that everything was going to be okay.

[euphoria-svt]

All My Love is Yours

if you see any spelling errors pls ignore it. I edited this on the flight and was sleepy af.

Songs I listened to while writing this (if you wanted a more emotional effect):

say you won’t let go - james arthur

marry me - train

be your everything - boys like girls

fallin all in you - shawn mendes

enchanted - taylor swift

lay me down - sam smith ft. john legend

a thousand years -christina perri

swear it again - westlife

can’t help falling in love - jess and gabriel (cover)

just the way you are - bruno mars

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8 years, 5 months and 19 days. That was how long Connor has known you.

And how long have you two been together, you may ask? 

6 years, 4 months and 23 days. Connor was definitely counting. He would tell that to anyone who asked and he wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. Connor is THAT in love with you and he wanted the whole world to know it. 

Because to him, every minute he has spent with you counts. Every laughter, every smile, every tears, every arguments, every ups and downs; it counts. That’s what made the relationship last. That’s what made Connor and y/n what they are now; two teenagers who fell in love accidentally on purpose and still going strong years later. 

Connor was certain you were the one he wanted to spend his life with even before you two celebrated your first anniversary. He remembers himself rambling to his mother over the phone about how amazing you were and how your laugh is so contageous that he would be laughing along every time you were giggling. 

His mother thought it was cute; that her son finally found someone to love, someone to be head over heels over, but she didn’t think too much about it. It was when Connor introduced you to his family that his mother immediately knew what Connor was talking. After that, she was also convinced that you were the one for her boy and she prayed for it to be true; because she could see how perfect you two were for each other and Connor’s family absolutely adored you.

Being with someone for over 6 years was crazy to think. Connor thinks you deserve a trophy for sticking by his random and crazy antics for such a long time. But he also thinks that it’s finally time to pop the question.

xxx

You headed up to your study after dinner with Connor and your two best friends. Connor insisted they would do the dishes instead because he needed to talk to them without you around.

“Hmm” Brian hummed as he watched over Connor at the sink sceptically “You never offer to do the dishes for y/n, Brashier. So. what gives?

Connor shrugged in reply while rinsing off the soap from the plates “I just want to help my girlfriend out around the house. Is that so unbelievable?”

Shawn grins, shaking his head “Brian is right, Con and we all know it. So spit it out”

Damn these guys for knowing Connor too well.

He hangs the last plate at the drying rack and turned off the tap. He dries his hand with the kitchen towel before joining the other two at the island.

“I’m going to do it” Connor announced.

Shawn asks confusingly, “Do what?”

Connor breaks into a smile, saying “I’m going to ask her to marry me”

“Shut up!” Brian exclaimed loudly, voice full of excitement while he stares at his best friend “For real?!?”

He laughs in respond, nodding in confirmation “For real”

“Dude!” Shawn grinned, moving over to Connor’s side so he could give him a hug “I’m so happy for you!”

“Fuck yeah!” Brian cried, joining in the group hug “Our Baby Brash isn’t a baby anymore!”

“Stop calling me that!” Connor rolled his eyes annoyedly, pushing his two best friends off him.

“Do you think… She’ll say yes?” He then asks hesitantly.

“Are you really asking us that?” Shawn deadpanned “Of course she’s going to say yes! You two are Connor and y/n. You’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together!”

Brian nodded in agreement “There’s no one else more perfect for each other than you two”

Oh, he hopes for that to be true.

“Would you go with me to find the perfect ring for her?” Connor asks.

“Con, it would be our honour” Shawn smiles at his friend before looking over at Brian “Bri, are you crying….?”

“Shut up! I’m emotional okay!”

xxx

The three guys were set to go for ring shopping that weekend. You were having a lunch reunion with your high school friends so Connor didn’t have to worry about explaining to you what they were doing for the rest of the day.

2 shops in, Connor still hasn’t found the right one. He was starting to think that maybe it was a sign from the universe but Brian smacked the back of his head, saying “You’re going to find that ring and you’re going to find it today! So take that negativity somewhere else, dumbass”

And Brian was right. 

Shawn got the name of this jewellery shop from his friend. He swears they do the prettiest engagement rings and Shawn just knew he had to take Connor here.

“Take a deep breath” Shawn instructed Connor as they stood in front of the store “You’re going to get it from here. Trust me on this”

“Yeah” Connor agreed “I’m going to find it”

And so, he did.

It was the first ring he laid his eyes on when he walks up to the counter displaying all the rings. He was scanning through the various shapes and sizes of rings, then he caught a glance of this one.

To him, it was basically screaming how perfect it would be our your ring finger. The details on the ring, the size of the diamond; it was all perfect. And Connor knew that this is the one.

It’s a little on the pricier side but he didn’t mind. He gets it engraved (because Connor loved being extra whenever it comes to you) on the inner side of the ring.

all my love is yours always.

It’s cheesy but he didn’t care. He would be the cheesiest man in the world when it comes to you.

He gets home before you do and he immediately keeps it hidden in his side of the closet. That day, Connor couldn't stop smiling and no matter how many times you asked him why was he so chirpy, his response is “I’ve got the best girl in the world with me right now. I think that’s a valid reason to be grinning like a mad man” 

xxx

a month later

“Hey babe?” Connor looked up from his paperwork. You sat across from him with your own pile of work on a Saturday (early) morning, something you both did very often together.

You hummed in response, looking at him “Yeah, bubs?”

“Mom asked if you were down to spend the afternoon with her” Connor waved his phone as an indication “She’s in desperate need of a girl’s day”

That was the plan. He needed you out of the house for a few hours while he gets everything into place and his mom was more than happy to be a distraction for you.

“Today?” You ask immediately “I guess I could use one too. It’s been a rough couple of days at the office”

“Exactly!” Connor agreed “Take a break then? Spend the day with ma”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a call in a bit” You nodded, smiling “Are we stil on for date night?”

“Always” He reassured “Is pizza okay with you?”

“You know that’s my favourite kind of date night, Con”

So, a few hours later you left Connor alone at home to spend the day with his mother. That was when he got to work.

He has been compiling all the stuff he needs for tonight and shoved them all in his equipment room, knowing you wouldn’t step into the room unless Connor was calling for you from the room.

Connor starts with hanging up the fairy light around the living room. He knew how much you loved them; always telling him how magical they looked like. After that was set up, he took the bag filled with rose petals and spread them on the floor of your living room in the shape of a filled giant heart then set-up a table for two in the middle of the room.

He even cooked your favourite meal (the only one he was a master at) instead of having takeaway pizza for dinner because he wanted everything to be perfect for this moment; to show you how much he loves you and would do anything if it meant to see that smile on your face.

Connor has been working on the compilation of your relationship’s montage for about 3 weeks now. He sneaks off to his equipment room on most nights and you don’t bother him; assuming he was just busy with the workload he was getting. There were so many photos and videos of you two together and he wanted to put as much into the montage as possible.

His mother texts him, giving him the signal that they were done and you were probably 30 minutes away from home. He grabbed the projector and his laptop then made his way to the living room to do the final set-up.

When Connor heard the front door jiggle, his legs started to shake and there were butterflies in his stomach. 

This is really happening. He thought to himself. There’s no turning back.

You walked through the front door, confused as to why there were lack of lights in the house. “Con?” You called out to him, slipping off your shoes and putting them neatly at the shoe rack by the door.

“Living room, babe!”

When you got to the destination, your jaws dropped at the set-up before you. There were fairy lights everywhere, flower petals on the floor, a table set-up for two. You were stunned.

“Con?” You gawked “What’s all this?”

“Surprise!” Connor cheers, making his way towards you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “Do you like it?”

“Bubs, this is amazing” You gushed, looking around at all the decoration “But what’s the occasion? Did I miss something?” You asked confusingly.

He chuckles and took a hold of your wrist and led you towards the table, dropping off your bag at the couch in the process.

“No you didn’t, baby” He insisted, pulling the chair out for you “I just wanted to do something nice for date night. We’ve had a pretty rough week at work and I thought it’s what we deserve”

“You’re amazing, Connor David Brashier” You sighed happily as you waited for him to sit across from you. You eyed the spaghetti and meatballs set in front of you “You cooked dinner? What happened to pizza?”

“It was a part of the surprise, silly!” He smiles “Now stop talking and let’s eat. What did you and ma do today?”

xxx

“Why do you have the projector out?” You asked confusingly after you two were done with dinner, notcing the equipment out along with his laptop. 

“Oh, right. I was working on a project for the past few weeks” He answered and you don’t miss how nervous he suddenly sounded, but didn’t think too much about it “I wanted to show it to you and get your opinion on it”

“Of course” You nodded “You know I love watching whatever you work on, bubs”

Connor stood up from his seat and walked over to turn on the projector. You took a sip of your wine as you watched him press a few buttons on his laptop before he joined you again at the table.

“Give me your honest opinion okay?” He said nervously “Good or bad, just let me know”

“Baby, you know I always do” You reassured.

He pressed the play button on the remote and a countdown starts from 3… 2… 1…

The video starts with a photo where you two first met. At the bottom, Connor labeled it as where it all began.

And then you just knew he was lying about showing you his work project. Then next photo comes up with a photo of the restaurant where Connor took you for your first date, accompanied by a selfie that you took after dinner was over. Where we had our first date. And truthfully, it was the best first date of my life.

The next one was one at a Brashiers’ family event. You got along well with Connor’s little cousin and she thinks of you like her older sister. While you were playing with her; giggling with one another, Connor snapped a beautiful picture of you both. He labelled it as the woman who my family loves so much.

You smiled as more photos and videos popped up one by one. Getting overwhelmed by all the nostalgic feeling, you could already feel the tears forming in your eyes. Connor put in so much of clips that you forgotten that you still had.

You were so into the video that you didn’t see Connor’s shift in movements. And when it got to the last part of the video, your breath hitched in your throat.

y/n, the love of my life, will you officially become Mrs. Connor Brashier?

That’s when you turned to Connor and already see him kneeling down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

“Connor” Your lips start to tremble as more tears were falling from your cheeks.

This was real, this was really happening.

Connor was no different that you. He had tears in his eyes, trying to find the right words to say. He prepared himself for this moment for weeks and he thought he had it in him to do it without breaking down, but he was wrong.

“y/n…” He choked out, smiling at you “You are the love of my life, my best friend, my rock, my everything. When I first laid my eyes on you, I just knew that I had to get to know you. And after we started dating, I knew you were the one for me. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with”

“I want to be there through everything” He continued as his voice started to crack a little “Through every laughter and tears, through ever fights, through every pregnancy. I want to do stupid things together with you in the late morning, have kids with you, grow old with you and I want us to be those kind of couple who gets buried side by side”

“I don’t want to be in love if it’s not with you” He confirmed, opening the box in his hand; displaying to you the most beautiful ring you’ve ever set your eyes on “So y/n y/ln, please make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, letting out a mixture of a choked sob and laughter “Yes I’ll marry you, Connor David Brashier!”

Connor sighs in relief as he took the ring out of the box. His fingers were shaking as he slid the ring on your finger perfectly. Just like he expected, the ring suited your finger beautifully.

You leaned forward and buried your face in the crook of his neck; a mixture of your sobs were echoing in the room.

“I love you so much” You said in between sobs “I don’t want to do this with anyone else, Connor. It’s only you”

“I love you more, baby” He answered “And all my love is for you always, future Mrs. Brashier”

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Wedding gone wrong

Pairings: Park Jimin / Kim Taehyung / Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Request: “heyy i loveee break up prank and sex gone wrong so much and i don't know if they're a series but could you maybe do a wedding gone wrong one? with the maknaes? please please with a cherry on top? 💚 thank youuu”

A/N: So... Apparently this is a thing now lol. These are really quick and easy to write so I really enjoy them 😂

Park Jimin

1… 2… 3…

Right after everyone counted three, you threw the bouquet, expecting a lot of screaming coming from your girl friends and, why not, some kind of physical war going on between them as soon as you turned around.

What you saw, however, was not quite.

Instead, you caught a glimpse of the flowers hitting your husband, who was standing by one of the corners with the rest of the men, straight on the face.

The bouquet didn't get to touch the floor before Jimin was already laughing his heart out at the situation, contaging everyone else, even you with your already red cheeks. Falling down to his knees due to his embarrassed yet euphoric laughter, he picked it up, later making his way to you as he tried to cease his giggles.

“I don't know if you are drawn to me no matter what or your aiming is just really that bad” he shook his head, stretching his arm out for you to receive the bouquet. “Or maybe you just wanted to give me a black eye”.

“Oh, definitely the black eye” you played along, taking the flowers back in your hands.

Jimin rolled his eyes, placing his hand on your waist to pull you closer to him. “Okay, so… I know you would really like to marry me as many times as you get the chance to” his cocky words earned a roll of eyes from you, yet your arms still went to wrap themselves around his neck, “but how about we give one of our single friends the chance to find love?” he said in an amusing dreamy way.

You hummed a small ‘yes’ as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, giving in to your adoring eyes and softly pressing his lips on yours.

“You have the honeymoon for that. Just throw the bouquet, Goddammit!” one of your friends’ desperate words had everyone laughing in a matter of seconds.

So, pushing Jimin away from both your lips and you, he went back to his spot next to his friends while you got in position to throw the bouquet once again.

Hopefully this time you would not hit your husband with it.

Kim Taehyung

“Taehyung, fuck, we slept in!” you sat up in your hotel bed, making his body slump on the mattress since he had been using you as his pillow.

He let out a hoarse whine, not bothering on opening his eyes as he hugged a real pillow this time while you looked at the clock.

“Kim Taehyung!” you raised your voice, starting to push his body to the edge of the bed for him to wake up, “our wedding is in an hour, we are so late” with that, he reached the edge, spinning by himself and slowly falling down the bed.

Peeking his eyes from his spot on the floor, he glared at you. “It's not my fault you went for round three”.

You scoffed. “You're the one who wanted a third one!”

“You didn't complain though” he smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you got out of the bed to go pick up his clothes, later throwing them his way before you started putting on yours. “Get dressed and go to your room, the girls are arriving anytime now and we're not even supposed to be together!”

“What if we just push it back like an hour?” he proposed as he struggled to put his pants on.

“We can't push it back now!” you protested, going to him to help him with his shirt and then dragging him towards the door.

“Well, people will have to wait anyway because we already didn't make it on time”.

“I can't believe we're late to our own wedding” you lamented as you opened the door, ready to shove him out.

“We can” both your groomsmen and bridesmaid said in unison, looking at you with mocking smirks and crossed arms.

“You guys are so predictable and clingy, I can't believe you couldn't spend one night apart” Yoongi called you out.

“Let's go, lover boy” Jin dragged Tae by his upper arm just as he gave you a chaste kiss, “you think you can survive without her for the one hour that's left before your wedding?” he teased.

“I wouldn't push it, hyung” Jeongguk joined in, “he might not make it”.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Oh my God, please don't divorce me” you blurted out as soon as Jeongguk had reached your side.

“What?” he frowned. “We're just at the reception, something happened already?”

“The cake…”

“Is right there” he pointed his finger at it, “it looks just fine”.

He tilted his head after seeing a few guests gushing whilst they analysed the cake. As he was about to take a step towards it to get a better look, you blocked his way, holding both his hands in yours while your eyes stared apologetically into his.

“Okay, so…” you took a deep breath, “I know nothing was supposed to be written on it but I might have jokingly told the bakers to write our names on it” he frowned, “and I might have spelled your name out wrong because I thought it was funny” his eyes turned into lost puppy ones, “but I honestly thought they'd get all the right details later–”

“Babe?” he said quietly. “What did you tell them?”

Glancing back to the cake for a second, you sighed, starting to walk towards it and pulling your husband with you.

“I'm sorry, Jungcock” you pouted once you reached it.

His jaw fell down, looking at the cake in front of him that read ‘Congratulations on your wedding, Jungcock and Y/N’.

When he finally came out of his trance, he stared blankly at you – still not believing your betrayal.

“Oh, don't worry” he shrugged, “I know how to fix it”.

Before you could even ask, his hand had dipped in the cake's icing, taking out his name and then smashing the sweet cream on your mouth.

Your lips formed a perfect ‘o’ out of surprise and heard everyone gasp at the sight. Jeongguk, however, smirked proudly.

“I also know how to fix this” he reassured you.

Just like that, his lips collided against yours, merrily removing the mess he had just created in your face.

[midnightphoenixdream]

Just Like You

Hey everyone! fallenangelofhades/midnightphoenix dream here! So my original blog got terminated for whatever reason. I’m reposting all my prompts I had received from my fluff prompt post. I believe this one was from an anonymous user. 

Summary: Prompt fic. Aizawa and All might in high school, and Aizawa is getting teased for being gay, Toshinori tries to cheer him up with cuddles Author's Note: Another prompt fill from tumblr! Alright so the title of this fic is the song title Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson. Louis is literally my favorite singer ever and I've been watching him since his X Factor days with One Direction. I tend to use his song titles in a lot of what I write. This song just seemed fitting for this scenario. Warnings: Bullying, Homophobic slurs, talks of suicide but not by Shouta, language, a pissed off Toshinori, Enji is suddenly... niceish?

Faggot. Queer. Homo. You're disgusting. You deserve to die. Just do everyone a favor and kill yourself. Every single word constantly rang through Shouta's head as he walked the halls of U.A. Recently, he had accidentally came out to his class when they were talking about one of the pro heroes who had recently come out. It had slipped out before he could even catch himself. Ever since then, it seemed like the entire school knew of his sexuality. Now every step he took was followed closely behind by verbal abuse of so called heroes to be. Even members of other classes had gotten involved. Support, General, Business. Apparently it didn't matter. He was only in his first year. He had three more years of this torment. He was still the same Shouta that they knew before he had came out but now it was a complete one eighty. He had been isolated. He was already close to being an outcast for his quirk but now he was an outcast. Only five people remained by his side. His fellow classmates and friends, Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada and his friend from Class 2-B, Nemuri Kayama. Lastly, his own boyfriend Toshinori Yagi from Class 3-A. The only people who knew of his relationship with Toshinori were his friends. Toshinori wasn't technically out of the closest but he didn't really care. Toshinori didn't care about who he was in a relationship with as long as if he loved them. Toshinori was the sun of Shouta's life. His smile couldn't lighten up a room. His laugh was contageous to those around him. Some day, Toshinori was going to be the Number One hero. Shouta knew it in his gut. Shouta just hoped that he would still be by Toshinori's side by then. He hasn't exactly told Toshinori about him being a target of the constant teasing and bullying. Hizashi and Oboro did their best within Class 1-A to keep them down at bay but some of them still managed to sneak by. Nemuri had been trying everything to keep Class 2-B off of his back but it also failed ninety percent of the time. Thank god, it was lunch time. No one ever messed with him during lunch because Toshinori sat with them along with Enji Todoroki. Cause for some god forsaken their rivalry in class came out in lunch too. Oddly enough, Enji knew of Shouta's sexuality but didn't say anything. All the Hellflame user said was who cares. His reaction had shocked him the most. Enji Todoroki should have been at the head of the teasing but instead he just sat with them and glared at others who even sent a wrong look in Shouta's direction. It was strangely comforting. Enji happened to be very intimating. He was broader than Toshinori is but Toshinori had height on him. Shouta should of known his luck was running out. Toshinori, Hizashi, and Oboro were deep in conversation about god knows what three sunshine people talk about. Enji occassionally threw in a comment while Nemuri ate in silence while scrolling through social media. Shouta held his book in front of his tray as he also ate in silence. A noise escaped him as his book was ripped from his hands. He turned to look at the culprit but a gasp left him as he felt a liquid cover splash over his head and down his body. He quickly identified it as soda from the stickiness it left behind. The other occupants of the table jumped up from their spots but froze as the boy from Class 3-B, Hiroto Terasaka, leaned down until he was eye level with Shouta. "Fags don't belong in hero society. They would never accept you. Why don't you drop out and go sell yourself on the corner like the whore you are." One the boy stopped talking, he turned his tray upside down and onto Shouta's head. Shouta held out his hands in front of him as he looked down at his lap in shock. Tears prickled his eyes as the older boy's words tore through him. The lunch room broke out into laughter as the teen chackled at his work. A loud crash caused Shouta to look back up. Toshinori now stood in front of him and the now empty tray that belonged to Terasaka was in the floor. Shouta couldn't see the blonde's face but just by Toshinori's body language he could tell the elder was livid. The laughter in the cafeteria fell to a dead silence. Shock and disbelief came to the faces of the other students as they looked at Toshinori and Terasaka. Terasaka sank underneath the piercing gaze from the blonde. "What the fuck did you just say?" Toshinori growled. Tersaka smirked. "I told the stupid little fag to go to the job that would fit him best, of course. He is a little slut after all." The teen said. Shouta watched in awe as Toshinori grabbed the other third year by the front of his uniform and jerked him forward. "You disgust me. You're supposed to be becoming a hero and you are tearing him down. For what? Being gay?" Every word was laced in venom as Toshinori spoke. Tersaka physically shook in Toshinori's hold as he tried to wiggle away from Toshinori's grip. "He's a little faggot. He doesn't deserve to be a hero." Toshinori chuckled and released Tersaka. The other teen falling to his bottom on the floor and his eyes locked onto Toshinori. Shouta held his breath as Toshinori gazed over his shoulder to the Erasure quirk user. "Shouta, how long as this been going on. By the look on your face. This isn't the first time." Shouta swallowed the lump in his throat. The normally soft blue eyes were now cold as ice. A frown covering his face that normally held the smile that would make Shouta's heart skip a beat. "Since Frostbite came out. My classmates were arguing over a gay man being a hero and I accidentally came out too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. The anger on Toshinori's face only grew deeper. "That was two months ago, Shouta. Who has been doing this to you?" Toshinori's voice was deep, almost coming out as a growl. Shouta shook his head. At this point, he didn't even know who it was. There was at least three people from each class. "It's almost every class in each year, Yagi-senpai." Hizashi said, the Voice user knowing that Shouta wasn't going to talk. "We've managed to keep our class off for the most part, but they still find a way." Oboro added, his voice laced in regret. Toshinori looked away from Shouta, his glare settling on the other occupants of the room. "You should be ashamed of yourselves." Toshinori stated, his voice raising as he looked out at the other students. "You are making fun of, teasing, bullying, assaulting a fifteen year old because he just so happens to like the same sex?!" Toshinori scoffed. "Within this school is over a hundred students that hope to be heroes one day. From what I just got told, even the hero course is involved in this villainous act." The blonde shook his head, climbing up onto the table that he had been formerly sitting at. "You want to be heroes?! How can you even call yourself a hero in training if you are acting like a villain?" Shouta looked out at the other students, watching the remorse and guilt cover most of their faces. He looked up at his boyfriend and whispered, "Toshi, please. Just leave it alone." The blonde looked down on him. "Absolutely not." He said, looking back out to the others. "Shouta Aizawa will be a hero and he will do it whether you like it or not. He was born to be a hero. I watch him work his ass off every single day after school. He has so much heart in him that he didn't even tell me about this." A smile came to the blonde's face, his gaze softening. "If you want to tease someone for being gay, well you better start coming after me too." Murmurs filled the cafeteria as Toshinori spoke. "I've been dating Shouta Aizawa for six months now. I met him before he started at U.A. and from the moment I saw him... I knew he is the person I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. So if you want to act like a villain, do it to me. I will have absolutely no problem putting you in your place." Shouta's eyes widened as he watched Enji completely stand up, climbing up onto the table next to Toshinori. "I'm not gay but Yagi's right. This isn't right. Aizawa did absolutely nothing to any of you. As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but villains. I want to be a hero, and Shouta is Yagi's boyfriend. I will protect him the same way I strive to beat Yagi for the Number One spot." Enji stated, his voice booming through the room. Hizashi, Oboro, and Nemuri all stood up and taking a spot in front of the two third years. "You'll have to go through us too. I'm not going to play nice anymore." Oboro hissed. "Be a villain. You won't last long here." Nemuri said, her normal sweet voice coming out harsh. Hizashi added, "I can't believe this is what U.A. has come too." Toshinori looked to the others with a smile. "You see, we belong to U.A. High, a pretigous school for heroics. If you want to be a hero, stop acting like someone who is different from you is beneath you. That's not who a hero is. At this moment, I'm disgusted that I even know some of you people." Toshinori said, hopping down from the table and standing in front of Shouta. "C'mon, let's go get you cleaned up." The blonde muttered, holding out his hand. Shouta smiled softly as he reached out and placed his hand in Toshinori's. He allowed the blonde to guide him out of the cafeteria and to the men's locker rooms. Neither of them said a word as Toshinori helped Shouta get out of his soaked uniform. The blonde hummed softly as he turned on one of the showers and scrubbed the food and soda out of the ebony locks. Toshinori didn't care as the water splashed onto his uniform as he continued to rub soothing circles into Shouta's scalp. "Why didn't you tell me, Shouta?" Toshinori questioned softly. Shouta shrugged with a sniffle. "I guess I was scared too. I don't know why. I thought I could handle it. I never meant for you to come out when you didn't want too." Shouta whispered, his voice shaking. Toshinori sighed, placing his thumb underneath Shouta's chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Shou, I don't care if anyone knows I'm gay. I'm still the same person I was before. If they want to treat me different than that's on them. I would shout it to the world that I'm stupidly in love with you." Toshinori said, using his other thumb to wipe off a stray tear that found it's way down Shouta's cheek. "I can't yell like Yamada-kun can but I would do it any day. You mean the world to me." Shouta gave a watery smile and leaned forward, placing his head against Toshinori's shoulder. "Thank you." Toshinori smiled, reaching over and shutting off the tap before pulling away from Shouta to hand him a gym uniform. "Now, put that normal scowl on your face and let's get back out there." Shouta nodded with a new found confidence. "Okay." x School was out for the day and Shouta laid in his bed with Toshinori next to him. The older teen held Shouta close to him, drawing random shapes into his back as Shouta cuddled closer. The ebony haired teen felt tears come to his eyes as the words from the bullies came back to his mind. Would it change now that the number one student in U.A. came out as gay. The same student that everyone was rooting for to be the Number One Hero. Toshinori just pulled him closer. "Don't let them get to you, Shou. They are nothing compared to you." The blonde muttered, placing a soft kiss into Shouta's hair. Shouta sighed. "It still hurts." Toshinori rubbed his hands over Shouta's back. "I know, Shou. For now, let's just lay here and forget the world. Even for a moment." Shouta smiled as he cuddled further into Toshinori. He craned his neck so he could see Toshinori's face. "I love you, Toshi." "I love you too, Shouta." Toshinori smiled, leaning forward and kissing Shouta deeply. The warmth of Toshinori's body against his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him, maybe just being held. It made him feel better, knowing that he had Toshinori by his side. Just Toshinori's smile told him that everything was going to be okay.

[little-bit-of-randomness]

I just need to get things off my chest. Thank you @therealjacksepticeye

So I know people probably won't read this and if they do, they probably won't care. And Ive never done this before , but i just need to type this out, to post this on a place where nobody knows who I am and so can't really judge me, but also to express my gratitude to a youtuber. So yeah...

For a long long time I've suffered with anxiety and depression, at times to the point that it was crippling. I couldn't function properly, it was affecting my friendships, school/college and what was left of my family relationships. But now I'm getting better. And I just need to express my gratitude to one person, one youtuber. Jacksepticeye. I found his channel at one of my really low points, when I was considering ending things. I don't know why but his videos just made me smile and laugh again. I was crying with happiness for once, not with emptiness. His enthusiasm and positivity was just so contageous. I couldn't help but feel happy and enthusiastic. It was one of his funniest home video videos. He just seemed to have the same humour and personality as me. The difference was he wasn't afraid to be himself and show it. I've always been so scared to be who I really am, I've been bullied for being who I am. He has made me realise that I don't have to care what people think, I don't have to change myself for others. I can be as excited and energetic as I want to be.

It's probably strange for this to just suddenly appear on my page but I was thinking on it today. A friend had asked why I loved to watch his videos so much, why I was so grateful to someone I've never met. And I just sat and told her. I was literally sending dozens of screenshots from his videos to show her how funny and enthusiastic he is. And now she can't stop watching him either. I absolutely love his phrase "positive mental attitude". It's something I've packed for so long. I've been so down about failing to get an apprenticeship because I hate college and just life in general. I gave up on what I wanted to do and just did what people wanted me to do. That's changing. I'm going to continue looking for an apprenticeship, I'm not going to let life knock me down without getting back up. And as soon as I get an apprenticeship I'm investing in one of his "PMA" hoodies 😂.

So yeah @therealjacksepticeye I know you will probably never read this but if you do, then I just want to say thank you for saving my life, for changing my view on life without even meaning to. Thank you 💚

Insert pictures I sent to my friend 🤣

[fsnowemblem]

Would you do a big post about why you like Noire? I know like nothing about her but I think she's really cute and I wanna know what about her makes you love her so much

you asked for it m’dude

you FREAKING ASKED FOR IT

and i assume that at this point you dont care about awakening support spoilers

In general like her archetype of character, a seemingly fragile quirky character that can go insane/berserk, an example is A.B.A. from guilty gear, i love it so much that my first ever original character that i made is this archetype

I really like her backstory, not like in the sense that i relate, but like in the sense that is very interesting, having a shitty shitty parent that did experiments on her, she ends up being a guinea pig for hexes of her mother, and becomes very shy, very jumpy and she talks very softly and with kind of a broken voice, her mother ends up giving her a talisman that is supposed to be hexed so that noire can draw strenght from it so it will protect her, talisman is just a placebo thats just there for noire to vent up her frustrations, she starts yelling, laughing and becomes way more aggressive, it is not a happy story, when you see noire for the first time she has already gone through so much, that the very fact that she is there to fight still is kind of remarkable, she is so determined that a lot of the supports she has with other ppl usually are impressed by her will power alone, she comes to the army broken, sad and scared, like most of the kid generation to be fair, their world pretty much was destroyed, but she along with the others is so set in making things right that her fears and worries are not gonna stop her, in short terms, she is like actually the strongest and most incredible of the kids that went back in time

I touched on her personallity a bit but she is really cool, even tho she is kinda quiet and doesnt usually involves herself with others, she cares about every single person she interacts with and is ready to help and protect anybody at any time, the best example is the support with pannes kid, dude is as much as a scaredy cat as her and their support starts by her doing him a favor, no questions ask and no hesitation, followed by him being inspired by her conviction of making things right and overcoming her fears, so much so that he stops hiding all together, and that support also shows that she is smart as to when to snap and become all violent and shit and when to keep calm and make ppl listen to her, she has weaponized both her cuteness and her aggresive nature

She is a way bigger human than me, if my mother experimented on me to the point of me becoming her guinea pig, i wouldve been like, lol fuck you never talk to me again, as strong as blood bonds are, i am not one to take shit and expect to make peace later, she on the other hand wants to make amends, and even tho the tharja she makes ameds with is not her mother, she wants to avoid her to be repeated by the mistakes of her parents i think that is so cool too, she is incredible

I just love all the little details of her supports about just being so inspiring to the ppl she talks to and her determination being contageous while never hiding her fears, worries and hesitation, she pushes forward despite her being scared, broken and sad, while other ppl have to be pushed to the point where they will actually say how they feel, i like how honest and direct she is, and i also really love how if she gets frustrated with someone being blatantly lying or being dense as fuck she will just snap and yell the truth out of them or really clearly explain her point so then she can help them get better or help them realize something abuot them, her berserk form is kind of a last resourse in this regard but its super funny and endearing when she just looses patience and tell them in ther faces how it is

But enough about her backstory lets go to gameplay!

she has *the* coolest passive ability, vengance, when you get hit you do your damage, plus the damage you where dealt at i think the luck stat x 2? one of the stats x 2, not only you can level up that stat really easily, she levels it up a lot naturally  and you end up getting vengance like 80% of the attacks if not all of them, she is a fucking killing machine its amazing, she is a bit of a glass cannon tho so be careful when using her, but i ended up using her so much that she started to just take like hits that where just around 20% of her health and subsequently dealing one hit kills, and since she is an archer, she can learn the one hit kill skill that is i believe the same stat as the vengance one, so since she already levels it up so fast naturaly she either does a one shot critical, she does a straight up critical hit that will murder fools straight up OR she will deal damage BACK that destroys ppl, SHE. IS. INCREDIBLE

 She is very resistance heavy and in the tail end missions of awakening you are usually getting bombarded by wizards not only is that helpful, they usually attack her bcus she has the least ammount of health so you can just go destroying magical fools left and right, and this is like, just vanilla noire, the first time i played awakening, gregor (a mercenary) was the parent she inherited a skill from, i made her a mercenary after getting said vengance and one hit kill chance, she gained sol, so when she did some insane damage she cured herself up to full health, proceeding to just freaking MURDER, i went with pretty much just her alone in one of the hollow boxes thingies and she just destroyed the whole map by herself taking like 3 damage total, when gaius was her father in my 2nd or 3rd playthru, she had the vengance stat to 50% so her vengance triggered EVERY SINGLE TIME plus the one hit kill skill she was the deadliest unit i had but she kept her glass cannon-ess trait so i had a healer next to her all the time, that being said tho she was my go to, oh shit this unit is super tanky, les go girl 1 shot it, and she did 100% of the time, and the 3RD TIME (or 2nd, i dunno) Libra was her dad, so i ended up making her a sorcerer, and needless to say, i think she ended up getting less vengance triggers but her magic power alone was dropping any fool that decided to wear metal armor that day and not go prepared for the biggest magic damage in human history

I really cant stress this enough

SHE.IS. A. GOD. DAMN. MONSTER. I. LOVE. HER. SO. MUCH. 

Also needless to say, in one of my 3 playthrus, i just went straight up to grimma with her, she got hit to 1 hp left, did the vengance and got grimma herself to freaking 5 hp left GRIMMA, THE FINAL BOSS, THE finall boss that you usually have to use a falchion to do significant damge, she is the hero we need and deserve.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OF, HER MANIACAL LAUGH IS THE CUTEST SHIT IN THE UNIVERSE SHE LAUGHS LIKE A TRUE DISNEY VILLAN AND DOES THE MOST ADORABLE SQUEAL AT THE END OF IT HOLY SHIT, i played the game in english so maybe its just in the english version BUT DAMN DID THE VA FUCKING NAILED IT its like, so perfect how she goes from insane laughter to with that little little hint of her broken meekly voice, BOY HOWDY i fell in love then and there the first time i heard it, best part, she triggered a skill/got a critical hit so often that i hear BLOOD AND THUNDER!! and her laugh SO MUCH, AND IT NEVER GOT OLD I was allways allways aaaaallways all giddy bcus i love it so much, i have 3 critical triggers that i love with my whole heart in awakening, 1 is noires laugh, 2 is noire yelling blood and thunder and 3 is frederick saying “pick a god and pray” bcus hot damn all of them just give me goose bumps, also continuing in voice lines trends

HER VOICE ACTRESS IS SO GOOD i cannot even begin to think about a better job to do this kind of character her passive voice is so quiet, scared and broken and her aggressive one is SO aggressive there is no inbetween its either 100% or 1% volume and crazyness its incredible, her passive voice is like she is constantly in the brink of tears just by talking, and her aggressive one is in the brink of snapping your spine in half mortal combat style and going back to the archetype i like THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT DUDE, THIS IS THE PINICLE OF SHY GIRL THAT GOES INSANE VOICE

If you thought i was done gushing about her IM JUST BEGINNING, lets move to her overall design shall we?

comming off of the voice actress incredible job, her whole demeanor compliments her voice so well, its one of those designs that you just cant see it any other way (even tho i do some changes to it all the time xD) i just cant imagine her having that voice and *not* looking like that you know? she looks straight up incredible (i could maybe use actual breastplate rather than a boob window with a leather support underneath but hey, i guess nothing is perfect)

Her official art of her drawing back her bow but the arrow being all badly placed and shit is objectively the most adorable picture in the world

The tones of green they used for her are really cool i grew in a place with a lot of trees and i really find them soothing, her whole forest green design just kills me and compliment her browns of belt and leather so well, the diamond pattern is also rul cute rather than the boring line pattern virion has, complimenting her whole deal of her being as beautiful and precious as a diamond

The armor she has on her arm looks so good, and so contrasting to the whole outfit i think its really funny but really badass at the same time, why is she wearing a full on knight arm armor? i have no clue but. i. love. it. she is such a powerful unit that she just needs one arm to defend against scrubs aka all enemy units including grimma itself

HER SQUIGGLY EYEBROWS HOLY SHIT

THE CUTE ROBIN HOOD ASS FEATHER SHE HAS ON HER HEAD, THE HEADBAND, THE FREAKING GOLD HEADBAND DEAR LORD

HER

POOFY 

PANTS 

ARE 

SO 

CUTE

I also really really like how she has like 5 leather belts that go from the belt to her high boots, its real unnecessary and you would think goofy as hell but it ENHANCES the poofy pants so good, now it looks liek a renissance striped poofy pants and i am a sucker for renissance clothing, also, imagine her doing flips and twirls with those, they are gonna follow her flow like a god damn princess dress and god dammit she deserves it bcus she IS A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS 100/10 pants/belt combo, she also has the slickest quiver ever for her arrows, which she hangs on her waist and looks rul cute

HER BOOTS are the best boots in gaming, souper cute, super stylish and really cool looking i just love how tall and chunky they are, they are almost wider than her feet, top notch, the little hole pattern on them give them extra stylish points, they are very basic brown, which just goes to show, if you have a good premisse you can slack on some departments and still look cooler than most of the competition, the little beighe frills on the top of it just puts it all together, incredible, amazing, fantastic i would go on a date with those boots and give em smooches

Im a fan of short hair, i am also a fan of puffy hair and above all i am a FAN of poofy short hair, and she has both, excecuted to perfection, her little long hairs on the side to compliment her messy back, it looks incredible, the braided pattern on the top of her head that just SHOWS how much she cares about her cute hair and with reason bcus its the cutest hair ever, 1k/10 extremely kissable forehead to show love and support when words and praise are not enough, will make you think that she deserves an award for greatest person alive or something, so beautiful it will bring you to tears, so beautiful that will make any dark day a bit brighter, so cute that it surpasses any fuzzy animal on the planet, SO BRIGHT AND GORGEOUS THAT IT WILL BURN YOUR EYES, you get my point by now yes?

her poses of nervousness are cute as hell, makes you want to be there to support her in any way you can, but then you realise that you are looking in a mirror and that not only you see that you also need love and support, but you realize that you can give it, it makes you wanna be a better person, and make everyone around you grow with you, its a mirror into your best self, it will bring you to tears and want to ask for forgiveness to anything wrong you have done in your life

You know how sometimes too much of stuff that you like will sometimes not mix well and end up ruining something in the process? not this time m’dude 

every

single

piece

flows and fits so well with every other composing a beautiful song named Noire, a song so beautiful, amazing, incredible, outstanding and mind blowing that i dont think there will ever be a shining light as bright as this in the whole time i have the privilege of walking on this little dot in the universe that we call earth

so when i say that i like everything about Noire i am NOT joking, i love this character to death, and even  if i wrote this thread with a narrative of me starting really tame and gradually getting overly excited to talk about something that i really love culminating in some ridiculous shit, i really do love this character and i wish to write/design a character this appealing someday a character that seems pretty one note and simple but ends up rooting its way into your heart

[goldenchildkatsuki]

dancing Gods

Writers note: Once again I was inspired by @awesome-yet-weird-weirdo who gave me some good prompts to work with. She comes up with some of the funnest prompts to write out I swear. I’m very thankful. I enjoyed writing this because I took my time for once. It’s not like I don’t want to take my time to write the best content I can, but I just get excited and often write fics in one night hehe. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Uraraka and Bakugou finally have time to hang out together after an exhausting week of training and studying. Att the end of the week they decide to unwind in Uraraka’s room. When Uraraka asks if she can sleep over at Bakugou’s room that night, he declines. Instead of giving her a straight up answer he gives dull and vague answers. What’s up with him?

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‘So why can’t I stay over tonight?’ Uraraka asked for what seemed to be the millionth time. ‘Because I said so.’ Bakugou answered also for the millionth time. Uraraka put her face in her hands and blowed air upwards towards her bangs which made them fly up. Bakugou was laying on her back reading a book whilst she was watching a series he couldn’t seem to get in to no matter how many times Uraraka told him to wait because “now it’s gonna get really good!”. It never did. Uraraka wiggled from side to side making Bakugou rock with her. ‘I really hate it when you say that.’ ‘I’m aware, giving the amount of times you’ve told me.’ Bakugou answered unbothered by the rocking. He simply held the book closer to his face and adjusted his glasses. When the rocking didn’t seem to help the attitude Bakugou was giving her she stopped. She tried concentrating on the series she loved so much, it was getting close tot he season finale and there was a lot going down. But she couldn’t help but look back at Bakugou laying on her lower back. His eyes slowly gliding over the words and lazily blinking every once in a while. With every glance Uraraka became more and more frustrated. It’s not like it’s the first time Uraraka has stayed the night in his room. The only times he declined a sleepover was when he was training ‘til late and he didn’t want her to wait up for him or when he’s planning to get ahead with his studying. Those declination’s atleast had a reasonable explanation. For some reason the only thing she was getting out of him were sassy remarks and smug replies. Which he did jokingly sometimes, just to get a particular reaction out of her. But now his words had a hint of sterness in them. ‘Your brow is doing that thing again.’ He mentioned out of the blue. He looked up from his book and met her eyes. ‘It’s kinda scary.’ He laughed. Uraraka huffed and turned back the tv. There isn’t a thing that boy didn’t notice, that’s whats’s scary! He could read her like a book but often chose not to act on his hunches. Which was very admirable she admitted. Her direct and caring nature sometimes didn’t seem to match up with her boyfriends personality and have led to anger and tension between them before. Carefully Uraraka felt her brow and massaged it, trying to make it relax a little. ‘Don’t you get all chummy with me now after giving me that attitude mister.’ Bakugou closed his book, set it aside with his glasses and turned on his stomach, ‘What do you mean?’ he sounded too serious, which threw her off. ‘Bakugou, stop that.’ Bakugou laid facedown and let his arms flail over her back. ‘Stop what?’ his words came out very muffled. Uraraka sighed and let her head hang. ‘I don’t know if you’ve been joking this whole time but stop acting so moody about me staying over.’ Uraraka really tried not to raise her voice but she already felt her voice getting louder than she intended it to be. Bakugou perked up looked at the back of her head. ‘I wasn’t joking and I’m not moody, I was serious ya know?’ That was not really what Uraraka expected to hear. She didn’t have an answer prepared for that and chose to just stay silent and stare at the ground. Bakugou crawled beside her and tilted his head. ‘Sorry roundface, next weekend, I promise.’ Uraraka continued to stay silent. Partially because she still didn’t know what to say and also because, well because of pure pettiness. She wasn’t getting was she looked forward to and expected to happen. Bakugou rolled his eyes and raised Uraraka’s chin. ‘I said I promise.’ He pretended sound annoyed. But he couldn’t help but break character and smile at her. And she couldn’t help but smile either. His smile was so damn contageous. It was also rare but luckily not to her. She sees him smile when he makes himself a snack, when he’s trying not to laugh at one of her corny jokes, when he gets to switch over from reading school books to comics. It made her happy he could finally let the corners of his mouth curl upwards and let the tough guy act he keeps on portraying in class go for atleast a few hours when they were together. ‘There we go.’ he said and he planted a kiss on her forehead. ‘So are we going to watch this show or what?’ he started blushing and looked up towards the ceiling, probably hoping that the blood in his cheeks would stop flowing to the surface. She giggled at him, somehow he’s still trying to keep up his tough guy act but he’s failing miserably. She took the remote and raised the volume of the tv. ‘We? Well, well, well! You sure know how to make things right don’tcha!’ Uraraka said. ‘It seems to be your lucky day Bakugou Katsuki because we’re only halfway through the marathon!’ Bakugou jerked. ‘Are you fucking serious Uraraka? Cut me some fucking slack will ya?!’ Uraraka started giggling more and more. ‘You’re the one who wanted to watch it together!’ Bakugou groaned and increased volume the longer the groan took. ‘Fine! The things I do for you sometimes, it’s not even fucking funny.’ Bakugou snatched his glasses from behind them and put them back on. They started watching the show quietly. Uraraka was quickly deeply immersed in the story again, trying to figure out if she missed something important and what might happen next. Bakugou couldn’t help but audibly cringe at the acting which they both agreed on was very debatable. But atleast he was watching with her. And Uraraka could notice he was actually into it during some scenes.

‘You know there’s only 10 minutes and one other episode left right?’

‘You said it was a whole damn marathon!’ Bakugou yelled. Uraraka bursted out with laughter, she rolled over on her back and held her stomach. ‘Don’t a-act like yo-you weren’t into i-i-it for some moments!’ she hiccuped. ‘Geh? Me? Enjoy that trash show? Never. Some scenes were just bearable to watch, I was never into anything.’ He tried to cover up so badly but halfway through his excuses he knew there was no point in trying. Uraraka was going to keep laughing at him. ‘I hate you.’ ‘You don’t.’ ‘I know.’ Uraraka’s laughter faded when the endcard started rolling. Bakugou was blushing again. That amused her more than him trying to make excuses. She took time to inspect his face for a while before having to concentrate back on the tv. Rosy cheeks, sharp features, awkward smile, hair that was getting too long and started to touch his eyelashes. He was so admirable she almost forgot that there wasn’t something quite right. She might have put her petty anger aside for a moment but it was suspicious, the way he acted before. He might’ve been serious but he still didn’t tell her why. She swore they talked about sleeping over last weekend and everything was all fine then. ‘It’s starting again.’ he said. But he was also looking at her, also inspecting every future. The sudden movements of his face made her set aside her thoughts and she was put in the middle of staring contest. It was a game they didn’t fully realized they played every now and then. In those little moments, during a study break, when getting ready to leave the gym or during the commericals like now, they just appreciated eachother. Until one person gives in makes the appreciation physical, by kissing them. She could see him starting to give in, slowly closing his eyes and leaning forward. This moment still gave Uraraka butterflies. Her heart fluttered and her gut felt heavy. As if she was as nervous as the first time they kissed. She closed her eyes but then heard the intro song of the show. Hesitantly she opened one eye to atleast catch something of the new episode. She felt Bakugou’s lips on hers, but her thoughts was still with the series. Bakugou carefully started moving his lips and tried to gently slip his tongue in her mouth. Uraraka leaned back without thinking, trying to get a better angle to watch the screen with one eye. Bakugou pulled back with closed eyes. ‘Don’t tell me you’re watching that show when I’m trying to fucking make out with you.’ ‘If I would say no would you believe me?’ Uraraka asked quickly. ‘No way in hell.’ Bakugou opened his eyes. ‘Let’s move then, I’m also breaking my neck over here.’ So together they nestled on Uraraka’s bed, legs over eachother and playing with eachother’s hands. Bakugou played with the ring on Uraraka’s finger and she’s trying to trace the lines on the palm of hand. Uraraka noticed the sky changing color. It’s beautiful orange and pink color started to disappear and started to turn into a beautiful blue velvet blanket covering the city. With the sky darkening the room darkened as well. Both of them were too lazy turn on some lights. They’ve slowly been slumping over and crawling closer to eachother as it got later. At the end of the episode Uraraka felt herself dozing off. She could feel Bakugou’s breathing starting to slow down. She turned her head away from the tv and nuzzled her head under Bakugou’s chin. She was about to close her eyes when she heard faint ticking on her window. She turned her head and saw tiny raindrops appear on her window. The ticking got faster until it merged into the calming sound of a rain shower. Uraraka felt Bakugou shift above her. She lived for mellow moments like this. They seemed so eternal. It made her keep calm, it motivated her. “Keep doing what you do to keep on experiencing these moments.” She often told herself.  Uraraka watched streams slide down her window for a while. Right before her eyelids closed she saw a flash. A quick white flash. She held her breath, in this world you never know what something so simple could mean. She had learnt that from past experiences and was always alert when something so sudden happened. Then she heard the sky rumble. ‘A storm.’ She sighed to herself. Uraraka remembered the weatherman predicting a storm at the end of the week, but it had been amazing weather this whole week so she just considered it a false perdiction. She felt Bakugou move again, he grabbed her shoulders and slowly started pushing Uraraka off of him. ‘I gotta go.’ He said in a sleepy voice. Uraraka was wide awake now and sat up. ‘You gotta go?’ ‘Yeah, I gotta go.’ He raised his glasses into his mess of a hairdo and wiped the sleep of his face. Uraraka couldn’t look at him, she tried so hard to ignore her gutfeeling of something being wrong but now Bakugou was acting up again. He crawled of the bed, picked up his book from the ground and put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. Then he just stood there and she sat on the bed. Minutes went by in silence. Another flash lit up the room. Bakugou jolted and started wobbling his leg and tapping his foot. ‘Come on roundface, just get over here and give me a kiss so I can leave.’ Uraraka turned her head to the window and relaxed her head on her hand that was resting on her propped up knee. ‘If you wanna leave so badly you can just leave ya know?’ Uraraka glanced of to the side trying to gauge Bakugou’s reaction. The boy looked restless, like he could tire himself out by just standing in one place. He plucked at his nails, head turning from the window to the door and back, still tapping his foot. ‘Uraraka, stop acting like this. This is stupid.’ He said gravely. ‘Stupid?’ Uraraka exploded, not being able to hold back her anger she had tried to keep down the whole evening. She stood up and dug her nails in her palms. ‘You’re the one that’s acting like a complete idiot. Would it really hurt you to be reasonable for once and tell me what’s going on with you, because you’re clearly not acting like yourself!’ ‘You’re the one that makes everything bigger than it is! I should really stop spoiling you because you’re acting like a know-it-all brat right now!’ She felt her chest getting tighter and her heart beating so fast it skipped beats. ‘That’s rich. That’s very rich coming from you!’ ‘Give it a fucking rest!’ He sounded incredibly distressed. Not sure if she heard it right but she swore she could hear his voice waver. The sky started rumbling, portraying the vibe in the room. Bakugou visbily jolted and slightly raised his arms to his head. ‘Fuck this.’ He rushed to the door. Uraraka rushed right after him, slightly confused. ‘Wai-.’ Bakugou turned around, his eyes looked glassy from..

Tears?

His face and neck had red patches forming on them. ‘Seriously Uraraka, give it a rest.’ The hurt and despair in his voice scared Uraraka. It made her expression soften. The boy was trembling so bad. She could barely recognize the person standing in front of her. How did she manage to bring that side out of him? She must of really pushed his buttons. Another white flash of lightning. That seemed to push Bakugou over the edge. He couldn’t hold back anymore and tears were streaming down his face. ‘You’re scared of thunder.’ Uraraka whispered. ‘Oh my God, you’re scared of thunder.’ Bakugou was frozen into place, tears continued to stream down his face. Uraraka pushed his glasses into his hair and started to wipe away the tears around his eyes and cheeks. His face felt like it was on fire. ‘I’m sorry.’ She smiled endearingly. Bakugou’s muscles wouldn’t relax. She cupped his face and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. ‘I’m super sorry.’ Bakugou’s muscles started to relax gradually. Twitching arms wrapped themselves up around Uraraka’s waist. He pulled her in close and burried his face in her hair and shoulder. He was still at a loss for words. Uraraka freed her arms that were squished inbetween their bodies and held him back. With one hand she lazily scratched the back of his neck and his hair. ‘I look like such a loser.’ he raised his head. Uraraka pulled back from his tight embrace so she could take a look at him. ‘You’re so silly. You don’t look like a loser.’ Bakugou avoided her gaze. ‘Come back to bed okay?’ She completely pulled back and led him back to her bed holding his wrist. Together they sat down. She slapped her hand on his thigh. ‘So what’s the deal?’ Clearly still embarrassed he avoided her gaze. ‘I just hate it. I fucking hate it. Makes me feel shitty.’ Uraraka swung her head in his direction and hair dangled infront of her face. ‘Gotcha.’ Bakugou put her hair behind her ear, still avoiding her gaze. ‘Just didn’t want you seeing me freaking out like that. It’s so damn pathetic.’ Uraraka managed to get a hold of his hand before he could retract it. ‘You’re still the toughest guy i know. Scared of thunder or not.’ Bakugou huffed. ‘Still, I would’ve prefered it if you had told me this earlier.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes. ‘I know, I know. I’ll genuinely try next time.’ He finally turned to look at her. His eyes were red and he still had a pinky color on his cheeks. ‘I promise.’ Uraraka threw her arms around his neck. ‘Loads of promises today!’ Together they fell on the bed. Uraraka thought for a moment whilst Bakugou was fighting against her tight grip. ‘Do you wanna stay here?’ ‘And pee my pants in your bed? No tha-‘ he cut of his sentence when another rumble of the skies filled the room. Uraraka kicked the blankets from under them and tucked both of them in. ‘I take that as a yes.’ Bakugou simply groaned and turned away from the window. ‘You know I don’t mean what I said there right?’ ‘You better!’ Uraraka punched him in the shoulder. ‘Heat of the moment kind of thing.’ Bakugou was actually really embarassed. She’s convinced this is something he wouldn’t be able to let go easily. He’s an overthinker at heart and this will definitely start to eat at him. She took a mental note to keep an eye on him for the next couple of days. ‘What I said was also in the heat of the moment, I’m sorry for what I said.’ Bakugou punched her back. ‘You shouldn’t apologize, me being a prick made you say the things you said.’ Uraraka smirked. ‘I can’t argue that.’ Bakugou poked her in her side. ‘Rude!’ He continued poking her and tickling her sides. Uraraka tried to block Bakugou’s pokes but she knew it was hopeless from the start. ‘You’re going to be sleeping on the floor at this rate!’ she laughed. Bakugou immediately threw his hands infront on him. ‘That’s what I thought!’

Even though Bakugou seemed to have calm down considerably since their fight, she could tell he was still weary of the noises and the flashes outside. His breathing was up in his chest and he often stayed stunned for a second. Even after confessing he still tried to hide how his body reacted to the storm, quickly rambling on after being scared. She let him have that. ‘You know sleeping is out of the question right?’ Uraraka nodded. ‘I have figured.’ Uraraka was pressed against Bakugou chest and traced the outlines of his muscles with her finger. ‘You know what I don’t get?’ ‘Math?’ Uraraka frowned. ‘Yes, and also why you’re afraid of thunder? They kinda sound like explosions don’t they?’ Bakugou adjusted. ‘It’s completely different, the sound of explosions don’t make me feel like the sky is going to collapse.’ Uraraka agreed but still thought explosions were much scarier. But she knew not to discuss that matter. ‘What do you think makes the sky rumble so much?’ Uraraka continued. ‘Do you want a real answer or something I thought ‘til I was like six?’ ‘The latter please.’ She could tell Bakugou was hesitating. ‘I thought the Gods up in the sky were having a danceparty. The loud rumbling was the stomping of their feet on the dancefloor up in the clouds.’ Uraraka couldn’t help but aw. ‘Shut up, shut up, shut up!’ Urakaka covered her mouth with her hands. ‘I’m sorry but I can’t help it!’ Bakugou threw his head back and rolled his eyes tot he back of his head. ‘Oh don’t be like that!’ She left a tiny kiss on his Adam’s apple and worked her way up. Leaving tiny kisses on his chin, his jawline, his sideburns, going up to his ear that had turned red. Uraraka enjoyed teasing him, when he was pretending to not have a sense of humor or pretending not the be as clingy as he actually was. ‘I still have some questions for you!’ she giggled. ‘Hurry up and ask them then.’ Bakugou yelled. ‘So what about Kaminari?’ Bakugou glowered at her. ‘What about him?’ ‘So why doesn’t his quirk scare you? You aren’t fond of lightning either right?’ Bakugou bursted out of laughing. His whole body was shaking which sent a vibration through her own body. She awkwardly started laughing with him, not sure why what she asked was so comical to him. ‘That dunce face doesn’t faze me one bit.’ He managed to squeeze out inbetween laughs. This boy was something else. He was so incredibly complex but such a well crafted person. She felt warm inside. Hearing him laugh, him feeling somewhat comfortable here with her in her bed. This was a moment she was defintitely going to come back to.

[linneaem]

Jennie & Simon

”I wake up every morning, with a heart beating so hard and fast that my whole body is shivering. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. My body is shaking. My hands are shaking. I’m out of breath. Tears are streaming down my face. Agony. The agony coming from the fact that my little brother is dead for real. It’s true. This fucking nightmare is true.”

This is what my friend Jennie Hultgren wrote on her personal blog two months after her brother Simon, only 14 years old, committed suicide. With slightly more than 800 daily readers online, she ripped her chest wide open and poured her heart out in words, telling stories that most people keep to themselves. On that blog, she shared her darkest inner thoughts about the nightmare that would forever change her life.

I first met Jennie in High School, and unexpectedly went through what some people would call a massive ”friend crush”. Since the first second we started talking to each other we’ve been laughing constantly, and the truth is, we still haven’t stopped. We have been best friends ever since.

On March 29th 2009, me and my sister went to the house of Jennie and Simon. The four of us celebrated Earth Hour and saw our chance to use the lit down rooms to play some hide and seek. The evening was peaceful, yet incredibly noisy and filled with laughter and happiness. Imagine four teenagers competing in jump-scarying each other while their parents are downstairs trying to have a calm dinner with lit candles. For one evening, I think we all felt a bit like children again.

The following morning Jennie didn’t show up at school. Minutes after I arrived to class I received a phonecall from my mother explaining why, and the reason was something I couldn’t shake nor take in. Jennie had lost her little brother. Simon wasn’t alive anymore. The rest of the day consisted of absolute chaos. It was as if the entire city was smothered by the lingering morning fog. It felt like time had stopped. By the time I was on the phone with my mother, Jennie’s childhood home rapidly filled up with police officers, ambulance staff and people specialized with handling situations of crisis. They were all running in and out of Simons room in a high pace, and in the middle of all the chaos sits Jennie, shakily ripping a napkin into a hundred tiny pieces while tears stream down her face.

The upcoming months, which normally would consist of hard studies and exams, callously got replaced by a hollow darkness that was impossible to shake off. My sister and I moved in with Jennie and her family for two months. This gave our relationship a whole new depth that none of us had experienced before. Since those days, we have been sisters.

As the childhood home of Jennie and Simon filled up with flowers and condolences, the sun made sure to send a reminder that spring was on its way by making the sparkling snow melt. The trees slowly turned green and people walking outside were surrounded by daffodils and birds chirping peacefully. To anyone else, it was just like any other spring. In August 2009 Jennie wrote on her blog:

”We have three photographs in the house that we’re okey with being around. It hurts seeing him. It hurts seeing my own little brother. It’s painful, because it’s so close. His face. So close. His facial expressions. His smile. It’s Simon. Why is he not here? Our cat is scratching the door to his room at night. She wants to reach something I’m also missing. Something I’m missing so tremendously that I cannot take opening that door anymore. Untouched, sacred. I love you Simon, you are my heart.”

Jennie, her mother and stepfather were given pills in order to sleep. However this sleep always came with terrible nightmares. Nightmares that made it impossible for Jennie to cope with daily routines and studying. Two months later she showed up at school for the first time after Simon passing away, to try and go back to something that she found herself not caring for anymore.

Every year, the number of people committing suicide in Sweden is five times higher than people with traffic related deaths. Suicide is the number one cause of death amongst people aged 15-24. Yet, the government spends millions on improving road safety and nearly nothing on preventing suicide. Before Simon passing away, Jennie’s knowledge about suicide was small to non-existent. Considering the statistics, one would think that one of the most vital priorities in schools across Sweden would be to inform teenagers about mental health, depression and suicide. However, talking openly about suicide today is still very taboo. This is something that dawned heavily on Jennie and her family after losing Simon.

”Everytime I mention Simon, people freeze and change the subject, and I have to fake that I’m happy and pretend that oh, you know what, no problem! I see how people look at me as if I’m about to burst out in tears every single time. ’Simon liked that, Simon used that, Simon did that, Simon said that’. It’s not like those things aren’t true anymore just because he’s dead? I’m never going to stop talking about Simon. For me he’ll always be here no matter what happens.”

In our final year before graduation, we were having a ten minute presentation which could be about literally anything. With that creative freedom just thrown at us, people talked about pets, sports, anecdotes or anything else that’s less significant. Jennie on the other hand, calmly walked up in front of the class and outshined us all by talking openly about that one thing people were terrified of asking her about, bringing up statistics and how one can prevent depression and suicide thoughts. For those ten minutes, we had our fullest attention on her, united in a respectful silence.

Jennie is one of the very few people I know who’s actually talking about suicide. Before knowing her, I knew very little about it, as did any other teenager in my surrounding. The lack of help in Sweden for young people suffering from suicidal thoughts, makes the mental health system unsustainable and corrupt. Corrupt to the extent that very few know how to get help when having suicidal thoughts. In the meantime, there are websites available with explicit step-by-step guides in how to take your own life. There is information about different ways to go, where to get the equipment needed and what drugs or substances you could use. These websites are easily accessible to anyone googling the word ’suicide’. There is no age limit to read what’s on there. If it wasn’t for one of these websites, Simon could have still been alive.

With hundreds of people sending their deepest love in letters, condolences, flowers and messages, a very small number actually showed up at Jennie’s door. Those who used to be really close, took distance from the family when they needed compassion and intimacy the most. For Jennie, who was already filled to the brim with sorrow, this struck her immensely hard.

”My advice to all of you who are close to someone who’s lost a family member, mother, father, brother or sister, is to just be there for them. It’s not enough just saying that ’I’m here for you’. When you’re in the darkest place you don’t have any energy to contact anyone. You have to contact them, and respect them even though they might not even show any appreciation for you being there, because they just don’t have the energy for it. Listen to what they have to say and what they feel, and never ever claim that you know exactly what it feels like if you haven’t been through the exact same thing. Show them that you’re aware that you’ll never understand. If you’ve lost a family member yourself it can well be relieving to know that you’re not alone, it helped me.”

In the summer of 2015, Jennie’s mother Pia got married with her newfound love. The outdoor wedding took place in an almost fairytale-like forest with a sunset that coloured the entire sky pink. People were dancing, singing, mingling and having fun, the food was lovely. The happiness and love was so contageous that even the most skeptical person could get inspired. When Jennie held her speech in front of the bride and groom, she once again, talked about what no one else had the courage to bring up. ”There is someone that should have been here with us today”, she said, hands slightly shaking when reading from her notes. At the end of that speech, everyone at that ceremony was crying.

During our friendship Jennie has, in multiple different ways, showed her surrounding that Simon will never really be gone for real, that he is still alive in our hearts. Just because he is not here physically, he hasn’t stopped existing. Photos of a young, beautiful boy with messy hair, dimples and bright blue eyes decorate her blog, and on his grave, right next to the school he used to go to, there is always a candle lit.

”It’s hard to keep going after a tragedy like this. To live but not have the energy to exist. The thought of taking my own life has struck me countless of times, but Simon showed me what death really means. I would never make anyone go through what I’m going through every day. Today I know I can survive everything. So instead of saying that I would die for my little brother, I’m gonna live. I live for you Simon. I live for you.”