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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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What's One Little Kiss Between Friends? | viii

viii: Prepping the New Year

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Nat. Scheming!Nat

Note: My holiday contribution <3 This occurs after Mistletoes Are For Excuses

College AU set. Feel free to request parts in my inbox!

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New Year's has always been one of your favorite holidays. There's a sense of relief and melancholy about saying goodbye to the year and welcoming the new one.

And, well, there was the New Year's kiss.

You tried not to let that be the thing that consumed your mind, but unfortunately, it just did. There was a saying about how you spend the year is the same way you spent New Year's Eve.

Historically, you've always spent it kissing your lover at the time or kissing someone you were hoping would become your lover within the year.

This year—you were stumped.

Your lips could still feel the softness of Natasha's kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas. You were becoming more familiar with them, having tasted them so often already.

But you were still only friends, and when you thought about it more, you became increasingly nervous.

"Who are you going to kiss tonight?" Wanda said eagerly as she stumbled into your arms. You laughed as you caught her.

"Not sure yet," you answered honestly, knowing full well there were only 10 minutes until midnight.

"No way," Wanda slurs, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You always know who you're going to kiss every year."

"Why does that make me sound so sleazy?" You mused teasingly. "Who are you going to kiss?"

It was then Wanda slumped in your arms with a pout. "I don't know. I thought about kissing Vis, but he's being such a...a burnt toaster!"

You couldn't help but laugh, squeezing Wanda comfortingly. You knew she was taking the breakup with her long-time boyfriend pretty hard. They've been on and off since, and you're hoping the entire thing will end soon because it was messing with Wanda's head.

"Oh my god," Wanda grinned as she looked at you. "If you don't have someone to kiss and I don't have someone to kiss—we should kiss at midnight!"

You tried to not roll your eyes, but you merely smiled and kissed her cheek to placate her. "Sure thing. Why don't you go find Bucky? I noticed he's been sticking to Steve like glue, and at this rate, Steve is never gonna muster up the balls to kiss Sharon."

Wanda's eyes glinted as she kissed you back on your cheek and finally released you. You watched her stumble through the crowd, making her way toward Bucky, who was woefully unaware of how much of a cockblock he was being.

"So, you're kissing Wanda at midnight?"

The sound of your best friend's voice made you turn around, and Natasha was standing behind you with two champagne glasses in her hand.

"Most certainly not," you shook your head with a rueful grin, taking a glass from Natasha. "I think I learned my lesson in Mexico with her."

"You kissed Wanda in Mexico?" Natasha asked, her voice tight.

"You ask too many questions," you shook your head, still grinning. "Who are you going to kiss?"

There was a momentary pause.

"I don't know," Natasha sounded uncomfortable. "If you're not kissing Wanda, then who do you have your eye on?"

There was a tinge of something in Natasha's voice that you weren't used to hearing when it came to you.

Jealousy.

"I...I don't think I'm going to kiss anyone," you finally admitted. "I just...you know what I think about the New Year's kiss."

"That you're going to spend the year with the person you kiss?"

You nodded.

"And you don't want to spend the year with anyone here?" Natasha tried to say it casually, but she couldn't help the sting that seeped in.

You looked at Natasha carefully. She was absolutely stunning tonight, with loose curls and one side of her hair pinned up.

So many people were watching Natasha right now, counting down the last three minutes until the real countdown started. You could only imagine the swarm that would occur at 11:59PM.

"It's not that," you said slowly, locking eyes with the redhead. "It's just...it's a lot of pressure. Do you understand?"

Natasha just nodded, and it was rigid. You tried not to let out a physical sigh.

It was getting complicated, and you hated it.

Why was kissing your best friend so good?

11:58PM.

You watched as Steve looked relieved by Bucky being distracted by Wanda and how he shyly turned to Sharon with a boyish grin.

"Hey, why don't we head to my room? The view of the fireworks will be way prettier there," Natasha suggested.

You hesitated.

"And it will deter random strangers from trying to kiss us at midnight," Natasha added.

You weighed your options quickly but nodded as you did see someone eyeing Natasha a few feet away. And as much as you were worried about kissing Natasha, you were in no way in hell going to let someone else kiss her.

Natasha didn't turn the lights on when you entered her room, merely shutting the door with a quiet click and lock.

"It is nicer from here," you commented, taking a seat at her windowsill.

11:59PM.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed, taking something from her nightstand before she sat down. "Sometimes I miss living here...until I hear my mother and remember why it sucks."

The two of you laughed before you looked at the alarm clock she brought.

"I think you're the only person I know that still uses an analog alarm clock," you raised her brow at her and smiled, "you weirdo."

"You bought this for me," Natasha rolled her eyes, unable to help her smile.

"Because you went through that weird phase of collecting clocks and watches."

"10...9...8."

You could hear people outside counting down. Natasha was looking out the window, not even close to making any sort of move on you. You bit your tongue, unsure if you felt relieved or miffed, and joined her in looking outside.

"5...4...3...2...1!"

The fireworks went off immediately, and you could hear the second of silence, the lull of people kissing before there was cheering.

"Happy New Year, Natasha," you turned and smiled at your best friend.

"Happy New Year," Natasha smiled back at you.

And you sit in silence while the fireworks go off.

12:01AM.

Natasha grabbed the analog clock and began to reverse the time.

"What are you doing?" You asked curiously.

11:59PM.

Natasha set the clock down. "I want my New Year's kiss."

"Okay..." you said slowly. "You didn't have to stay here with me."

"The person I want my kiss with said she was feeling too much pressure about it. Something along the lines of worrying how the year was going to go. Honestly, I think it's a load of hooey—"

"Hey!"

"—but I understand. This is the best compromise." Natasha was staring at you so intensely that you were pretty sure your stomach could compete in the Olympic gymnastics.

Why was your best friend so fucking romantic?

You didn't even need to look at the clock to know there was only 5 seconds left until midnight...again.

You found yourself leaning forward, meeting Natasha's lips in the middle. It was familiar in all the best ways. You knew that softness, and the way Natasha tilted her head always fit yours.

God, she was so fucking pretty too.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips.

"You taste like raspberries."

"Yeah, I stole my chapstick back from your bag earlier."

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain the laugh. "You're so petty."

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pretty-toru · 2 years

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always golden┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 1.0k

୧ synopsis: young megumi learns what love is through the affections you and gojo share after being unofficially adopted by both of you.

Behind Satoru's steady gaze resting upon your soft expression as you fell to your quiet musings again, there's a warm sun-lit current in the unmeasured azure of his eyes pulling you towards him. Your body tries not to squirm just as his muscles relax a little and through Megumi's viewpoint, he can see the small touch of radiance in the swooping arcs of his smile that spreads into every part of him. When he opens his mouth to speak, the young boy can feel his smile extend through the lilt of his voice and the choices of words he uses when addressing you.

"Why do you always do that? Stare at Y/N like that?"

Megumi was nearly eight years old when he began to develop a concept of what a loving relationship between couples looks like after being taken in by Satoru and you and observing the way you two interact. The sweet glances as you're both holding hands and doing the little things for one another such as getting your coffee ready in the morning or draping a cozy blanket over the lanky man after passing out from exhaustion all contribute to his understanding of romance and love, even when he has to turn himself away when his mentor would purposely kiss you in front of him to make him uncomfortable.

Satoru breathes out a soft chuckle as he veers his attention to the pre-teenager and a wide grin spreads across his face because this is the first time Megumi expressed any real interest in his relationship. But he guesses that the young sorcerer is around the age where love interests and such are bound to happen so he decides to indulge him because he knows you're listening in on the conversation. "Well Megumi-chan, isn't it already obvious? It's because of how pretty she is and how lucky I am to be with her!"

There's nothing you could do about the blossoming smile on your face, and when Megumi turns to look at you there's a faint glow of happiness making itself home in your features because if there's one thing you know for certain about Gojo Satoru is that he's always honest with you and Megumi 一 sometimes to a fault. "Good answer. I was going to make you sleep on the couch if you gave a bad one."

"Heh? You know I'd never do anything to make you upset, sweetheart." When Satoru registers your warning gaze, his throat suddenly became dry and goosebumps prickled down the length of his spine as he sensed that you were about to recall the recent troubles he caused you. "...Or at least, not on purpose anyway. Ahem! Does it feel hot in here? Would you like something to drink, honey? I'll get you something to drink. How does a sparkling cherry-ade sound?"

"Sounds perfect, actually. Thank you, 'Toru."

"No problem, baby. And Megumi?"

"Just a glass of water."

"Gotcha, sport. Be back in a jiff."

With that said, your boyfriend saunters into the kitchen and begins pulling items from the pantry and refrigerator as he hums a gentle tune to fill the space. Between your fingers tapping on the keyboard of your laptop and returning to your thoughts about tomorrow's errands and dinner plans, you could feel Megumi's eyes weigh heavily on you as though he wants to say something. "Hm? What's up, Megumi?"

"How do you know? That Gojo-sensei is the one?" He was sincere about his question and you can see the curiosity brimming behind midnight blues, but for a split second the thought of Satoru putting him behind this did cross your mind because he has a penchant for hearing you say he's the absolute best significant other in the world and all the wonderful traits you love about him. As you lean back into your chair and carefully think about your response, the feeling of how indescribably happy he makes you was your biggest indicator.

"Everything is better with him around. If there's something I'm doing on my own, I'd wish that he was there to share the experience with me. My world just feels much brighter with him in it." You don't notice that Satoru's humming came to a halt so he could hear you say those words, and he had to pretend his heart hadn't swelled up three sizes too large when he enters back into the common area with a tray of cold beverages.

"Even when he can be a big idiot sometimes?" Megumi says, serious and nonchalant. Your soft laughter causes his stoic expression to lighten a moment as the corner of his mouth twitches upward and your hand reaches to ruffle the dark tendrils atop his head.

"Yes, even when he can be a big idiot sometimes."

"Hey now, I hope you two weren't just bad-mouthing me behind my back." Satoru strides in with scrunched-up brows and pouty lips, still adorned in his cute kitchen apron as he sets down the tray on the coffee table and distributes the drinks between the small crowd of three. You and Megumi like to play coy saying how you two wouldn't dream of it, but he understands it's just harmless jokes and teasings that even he participates in every now and again. When he goes to hand you your drink, there's a slight pause with a gentle brush of your fingertips against his and he lowers his head to place a tender kiss on top of your head before murmuring,

"Here you go, angel. And you know, if you ask me I find myself enjoying the small things too. Just because I was doing them with you."

Megumi knows that neither of you were perfect but it was abundantly clear that Satoru loved you deeply and you loved him back just as much. People can easily say things like "I love you" but from watching you both over the years and making a mutual effort for one another in every aspect of your relationship, he can see for himself what real love is supposed to look like. Comfortable, warm, and content with a touch of playfulness and sweet gestures for the little joys in life and gleams of sunshine. But most importantly, no matter what happens at least you have each other.

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mandos-mind-trick · 10 months

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A Little Jealousy

Summary: After weeks of pent up desire for your new Sergeant, a trip to 79s offers a chance at relief in more than one way.

Pairings: Reader x unnamed female Twi'lek/ Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, reader is bisexual, lesbian sex, fingering, alien sex (kinda?), semi!public sex, unintentional exhibitionism (twice!), outdoor sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, asshole Hunter, confession of feelings in a twisted way, language, kinda possessive behavior.

A/N: Here is my contribution to making this website both gayer and more horny. This was a very, very, very early version of how confessions were made in Midnight but I chickened out, so I made it a stand alone fic. Please enjoy my fellow horny people.

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You feel like your brain might explode. Either that, or your ovaries may go first.

You had recently been reassigned to a new squad: Clone Force 99. The GAR decided they needed an intelligence officer, and you were one of the best. It was your job to know things, and know things you did. Like how Hunter’s voice is deeper and rougher right after he wakes up, or how nimble his fingers are as he sits absentmindedly twirling his knife, or the way his body is unfairly proportioned with his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and thick thighs. Most importantly, the roundness of his ass imprinted in the front of your mind from that one time you saw him without any armor.

He’s so gruff and rugged and attractive and you’ve been suffering for weeks. You’d never act on it. The GAR would have your head, throw you in jail for fraternization. At worst, he could be decommissioned.

So you had suffered silently, managing to convince them to take their next shore leave on Coruscant, instead of Kamino. You were desperate for any relief, even if it meant taking some random clone to bed for a night.

That was how you found yourself in a corner booth at 79s, already two shots deep. You’re beginning to feel the buzz of the alcohol, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd. You need to find a distraction and quick before you leap across the table and tackle your handsome Sergeant.

Your eyes scan over the dance floor, deciding that’s your best plan of attack to find someone and discreetly sneak out the door. You down another shot before sliding towards the end of the booth.

“Where are you going?” Hunter’s deep timbre reaches your ears.

“Dancing.” You answer, crawling over Tech before you can talk yourself out of it.

You make your way down to the dance floor, slipping into the crowd. You hope you’ve hidden yourself well enough as you let your body start to move with the beat, loosening the tension that’s been building.

You dance for a while, enjoying yourself as you lose yourself in the music. A few bodies brush past you, but none of them quite piqued your interest. At least until someone approaches you outright. It’s a Twi’lek, her orange skin glowing under the lights of the club. She’s beautiful, as most Twi’leks are. She gets close to you, hands fearlessly grabbing your waist.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. Your bodies sway to the music, getting closer and closer until almost every inch of you is touching. She whispers her name in your ear as she grinds against you, slipping a leg between yours. You bite your lip, letting your own hands trail down her lithe body.

Desire thrums through you, dampening your panties under your dress. You can feel the dampness between her thighs pressing against your bare leg where it’s pressed between hers.

“You wanna get out of here?” She asks, nipping at your earlobe.

“Yes.” You breathe, untangling yourself enough to grab her hand and tug her towards the door. You forget about your squad, you forget about Hunter, your brain thrumming with alcohol and desire as you tug the Twi’lek out the door and into a secluded area behind the bar.

She pins you up against the wall, lips pressing against yours. She tastes sweet, like an expensive wine. She doesn't seem to care that you probably taste like cheap alcohol and the free beer they passed out to clones as she all but devours your mouth.

Her hands trail along your form, trailing over your breasts through the fabric of your dress. Your nipples pebble under her touch, visible through the thin fabric. You’re glad you skipped out on the breastband. She moans against your lips as your hand makes quick work of the clasp of her pants, your fingers slipping inside. She’s bare underneath, obviously having the same thought as you tonight.

Her fingers trail lower, slipping under your short dress. Your own fingers trail through her slick folds as she teases you over your lacy panties. You widen your legs, giving her room to slip a finger inside you. Your eyes roll back, weeks of tension gone with the simple action. You need this. You need this so badly.

You tease her clit, fingers rubbing circles as she slips a second finger into your slick passage. Her lips leave yours, trailing down your neck as she fucks you with her fingers, two of your own pressing into her. You match her rhythm, her moans vibrating against the skin of your throat.

Your own lips part, quiet moans slipping through them. You tilt your head back, giving her more space. You tilt your head to the side, noticing movement at the end of the alley. You meet Hunter’s gaze as he stands there watching. You’re taken aback by his presence, not expecting him to have followed you, much less noticed your absence.

You let out a louder moan as she sinks her teeth into your neck, your hips grinding against her hand. You’re so close, so very close. Your free hand lifts, wrapping around the end of her lekku. You squeeze it gently, a high-pitched moan leaving her lips. She flutters around your fingers, soaking your hand as she cums.

You cum not long after, fluttering around her fingers. Your gaze is drawn from Hunter as she pulls her fingers from your pussy, slipping them into her mouth. Your own mouth falls open, and she leans in, licking into your mouth. You pull your hand from her pants, wrapping your fingers around her wrist. You tug her towards the opposite end of the alley, knowing you’re in for quite the night.

***

You’re half hungover as you catch a ride back to GAR headquarters. You’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, fucking and drinking with the Twi’lek that had taken you home from the bar. You were more than satisfied, glad to have the tension alleviated for this next stretch of missions. You had no way of predicting how long it would be until your next break, and if it’s anything like last time, you’re going to go insane again.

You approach the Marauder, Hunter and Wrecker loading up the last of the supplies. Hunter has his helmet on, strange but perhaps he was feeling a bit hungover too.

“You’re late.” He snaps, turning on you as you approach.

“Actually, I’m right on time.” You say, taken aback by his sudden change in attitude from the previous night.

“Just get on the ship before we leave you behind.” He says, pushing past you to climb up the steps.

You glance at Wrecker as he grabs the last of the crates, the gentle giant offering nothing more than a shrug. It seems you’re not the only one confused by Hunter’s sudden sour mood. It wasn’t like you had broken any rules going home with a civilian. Sure, you could have told them you were leaving, but that wasn’t really any of their business. You’re a grown woman, you can make your own decisions. You made it back in time, that was what should matter.

You head up the steps, slipping into the fresher to change into your tactical gear.

***

Things don’t get better even as time passes. Hunter, if anything, seems annoyed with your very presence. He stands as far from you as he can at all times, seems broodier than normal, and barely acknowledges your existence more than he has to. You’re not even sure what you’ve done wrong. He’s never acted like this before. He’s completely changed when it comes to you, and even in certain interactions with the others.

You’re getting tired of it.

You finally confront him when you land on a remote planet, everyone pairing off to scout. You’re unlucky enough to be paired with Hunter, the others likely doing it in hopes you’re going to sort everything out by the time you’re done.

You walk ahead of him, not trusting him to not strand you if you fall behind. It wasn’t like you couldn’t find your way back to the ship. You’d studied this planet inside and out on the trip, as was part of your job. You just don’t want to give him a reason to berate you over nothing.

You can hear him behind you, huffing and sighing as you make your way through the dense forest. You’re getting annoyed by it, the annoyance building and building until you finally snap.

“What is your problem?” You ask, turning on him. “Ever since Coruscant you’ve been in this pissy mood and I’m getting tired of bearing the brunt of it.”

“What’s my problem?” He steps up to you, voice seething through his helmet. “How about you sneaking off with some stranger and getting fucked in a alley where anyone could see you? For weeks I’ve been having to smell you, stuck picturing that mouth and all the sinful things it can do, being tortured endlessly and then you go and run off with some stranger.”

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. You hadn’t even thought about the fact he could smell your arousal. He probably knew every time you were even a little turned on by something. Heat floods your cheeks, your whole body. You understand now, the sudden change in attitude.

“Hunter, are you...jealous?” You ask. You hadn’t even thought the feelings might be mutual. He had never even hinted at anything like that. He always kept a respectable distance, he joked and teased you but it was never more than platonic fun between squadmates. You had no idea he felt the same way.

Your back hits the tree behind you as he pushes on your chest, pinning you there. He steps closer, glaring down at you through his helmet. You can’t see his face, but you can feel it, the weight of his stare. Your lips part as his hand slides up your chest to your neck, continuing up until he’s cupping your cheek.

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He confesses, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Since you opened that sinful mouth the first time, since I saw this perfect body.” His free hand roams down your side. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you bend over showing that perfect ass off to the entire ship?” His hand closes around your thigh, hiking it around his waist. “How many times I’ve wanted to grab you, slam you up against the wall and fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name to the universe?”

You let out a quiet whimper, hips jerking against his where he’s pressed up against you. You’re on fire, your body burning with pent up desire for your Sergeant. Your little foray on Coruscant had only managed to bury it, but nothing would ease the yearning except for him.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to bury myself in that sweet little pussy, drown myself in your scent, have you all to myself.” He releases you, tugging his helmet off. His eyes are dark with lust, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Take me.” You whisper, panties soaked through already. “Make me yours, Hunter.”

He undoes his codpiece, letting it drop to the ground. You undo your belt, letting it drop to the ground before undoing your pants, peeling them down your legs. You turn, pressing your front against the tree, sticking your ass out for him. He groans, hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing.

You press back against his hands, revealing your slick folds. “I need you, Hunter.” You whine.

He slides his hands up to your hips, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “I’ve got you.” He drags the head along your slit a couple times, gathering your wetness before he begins to press inside.

You’re tight, especially in this position. He groans as he presses in further, your little pants and moans music to his ears. He had only imagined what you would sound like, and seeing you with that Twi’lek outside the bar had sent his blood boiling. He wanted to be the one to draw those delicious sounds from your lips. He wanted to be the one to bring you pleasure, to make you cum until you forget your own name.

He curses quietly as he thrusts into you, hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll probably have bruises later. You’ll have scrapes from the bark of the tree, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is Hunter and how he feels inside of you.

“Kriff.” You curse, close already just from his touch and that deep voice moaning in your ear. It’s better than you ever could have imagined.

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you.” He growls into your ear. “Take you apart piece by piece, study every inch of your skin until I know it like it was my own, draw every noise, every sound from you until I know what you sound like by heart.”

You whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around him. “Hunter!” You cry, his fingers slipping under you to circle your clit.

“Cum for me.” He growls, burying his face in your neck.

You cry his name as you cum, his own thrusts getting sloppy before he spills into you as well. You stand there for a few moments, savoring the feel of him as you recover from your orgasm.

“Are you two finished?” Crosshair’s sly tone is not lost through the comm on your arm.

Your eyes snap open, stomach dropping. Both of your comms are still on.

“Yes, if you are done rectifying your actions and sorting out your feelings, we have found the base.” Tech says.

You curse silently, cheeks burning as you pull up your pants and put your belt back on.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about keeping it a secret.” Hunter says, putting his helmet back on.

“Oh yeah, it’s no secret anymore!” Wrecker says through the comms.

You squeeze your eyes closed, mortified that the squad had just listened to you fuck their Sergeant.

“I hope you at least enjoyed it, perverts.” Hunter says before stepping up to you. “Come on. Let’s get moving.”

You take his hand, following him through the trees, cheeks still burning.

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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 9 months

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Welcome to my blog We're all 🌈🌈🌈 here!

I have so many new followers, it seems an introduction is in order:

Hello lovely people! So I rejoined tumblr in 2023 after 6 years of absence, mostly because it seemed a good place to silently lurk and read people's queer interpretations of Taylor Swift songs. Never thought I'd be back here in my 30s but here we are, and it's definitely gayer than I remember it 😉. Back in my 2010s tumblr days, you'd still get largely yelled at for suggesting Taylor writes gay lyrics, but now in the post folkmore and midnights era, there seems to be an ever growing number of us Gaylors and I love our little community on here! So much so that I started contributing and actually making content myself and it's wild to me that some of you awesome people have actually started following me so BIG HUG and a warm welcome to you all! I studied literature and (queer) history at university, so I'm a big geek when it comes to lyrical and historic analysis.

My original theories/ TS analysis

Anti Hero/Matilda (part 1 & part 2)

Burning the Lover House

Midnights to Daylight

Midnights Duality: The tale of two Taylors (Part 1 & Part 2)

You’re Losing Me Lyrical Analysis

1989 - The story of two muses

My tears ricochet/ hoax/happiness parallels

Warning: I'm a Kaylor

If the images haven't given you the hint already, let me say it loud and clear, I'm a massive simp for Taylor and Karlie as a couple. The love these two have for each other changed my outlook on life back in 2014 and I've been rooting for them ever since. So if you're going to be rude about the belief that Karlie and Taylor were, or are, in a romantic relationship, then this isn't for you and you should jog on. And yes, I do believe they are still together now in 2023 based on Taylor’s music and artistic choices that still make reference to Karlie to this day. ☺️☺️

(And I didn't think it needed saying, but apparently it does. I am not a 'shipper', I don't write fanfiction about any real people, I don't invade anyone's privacy by tracking planes or sharing real time information, and I don't call any of the men they are linked with any names. I'm just here to enjoy and be inspired by glimpses of a love that is really flipping rare these days, so no need to shit on that. Thanks)

Be kind and constructive when commenting folks, haters will be deleted/blocked.

And transphobes get lost!! 🖕🏼

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tornado1992 · 7 months

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WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY - FRONTIERS DLC BAD ENDING EDITION - EEEH I CAN'T WRITE FLUFF TO SAVE MY LIFE BUT DAMN I MISS WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY SOOOO HERE'S MY TRY TO CONTRIBUTE

Star gazing

"Tails, buddy please, look at the stars... look at them, they're shinning" - and yet he didn't dare to rise his gaze himself, blurry emerald eyes looking for another kind of shine in a blue much lighter than the sky's, one that he knew wouldn't exist anymore. All because of him.

"Mmmm... W-where... Everything's reawy dark..." - the tears wouldn't stop falling as he tried to look up, fighting the tremors and coldness that were running trough his body, as unlikely as it was to feel such things in his current semi physical state, not being entirely there as his mouth could no longer taste the blood that was comming from inside him earlier, that was a bad sign, it was way more preocupying than not smelling the grass and flowers that he knew surrounded him, and now he couldn't even feel the heat of his own tears, but as he tried to lift his hand to hold onto the blurry blue form that he could swear was above him a sonic second before the world fell to darkness, he knew that he couldn't. And yet, he felt all the pain while not feeling his brothers arms around him. It wasn't fair.

It made sense given the thought, of all of them, he was the youngest, the tiniest, of course even a small portion of the cybercorruption Sonic was going through would affect him the most, but he gladly faced the challenge as he knew they we're counting on him; they were getting out, he'd make sure of it, even if it meant to absorb all the cybercorruption himself, he already knew pain, this was just a different kind, one that his only family was willing to take to protect them, to protect him, and he will not let him feel it again, he will not let them feel it at all.

He wanted Amy to keep smiling even as tears would paint her face, Knuckles to laugh as he would scold him for being reckless, and Sonic... Where's Sonic?

"S-Sonic, where are you?!" - the kit knew he was talking, even as no sound got to his ears, not even his voice staying to acompany him in his last moments. Or maybe it was there, but just as Sonic, he couldn't reach it.

He didn't wanted fear and pain to be the last thing he felt, it was the first thing he remembers ever feeling. So, as he gets no answer, he tries to do as his brother told him and look at the stars, and as he can no longer archieve that, he imagines them.

The stars always had a soothing effect on him, managing to calm his worst fears as his brother held him close after a nightmare when they were just the two of them, amaze him as he taught him all the stories behind those shinning figures in the sky that could only be seen as the sun went to sleep, and leave him in awe everytime the person he loved the most became one undefeatable, bright, yellow star.

He really loved stargazing since he was a kid, a much smaller, tinnier kid. Small enough that the thought of becoming a star felt possible even with a genious mind such as his, his brother once told him he could become one too, so he believed him. Even when the light pollution was enough to not let him see any constelations, he knew the stars were still there, just as he knew his brother was hugging him everytime he closed his eyes as he prepared to rest. Just as this time.

As the small body of the kid fell limp in the speedsters arms, one last tear fell from the once shinning baby blue eyes, it was cold.

Crying and hysterical laughing could be heard from beside them, neither with a hint of joy, happines or relief behind it, sorrow and rage taking those places.

Even as the midnight sky kept glowing, emerald eyes lost their birightnes, as the stars were no longer shinning. They would never shine again.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic and tails #miles tails prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #angst #sonic frontiers #sega sega why did u lie #i wanted more angst sega #yeah he died

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ahumanbeingtryingherbest · 2 months

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MY LETTER TO YOUNG ROYALS

Still can't believe Young Royals is coming to an end! I've been watching this series from the very beginning (July 2021). It was incredible to watch, even if from behind a screen, the actors and the story grow and evolve. It's kind of hard realize how quickly time passed. When season 1 first aired I was 15 in a summer camps in the middle of the Swiss Alps. I listened to Olivia Rodrigo first album SOUR the day and watched the series the night hidden underneath the covers. That summer was magical, I was either giggling at the posts other fans made on Tumblr or reflecting on their clever analysis. In my summer camps I distinctly remember there were two swedish girls and me and other people who saw the series asked them so many questions about their country! It was also the summer I made my fist coming out to a group of absolute strangers :)

When season 2 aired I was 17 and at the start of my second year of high school. These time my daily soundtrack was directed by Taylor Swift's "Midnights", fist album who made me fall in love with Taylor's music and religiously listening to it on the bus while going to school. I wasn't exactly happy back then. I thought I had had a big life lesson and that now everything was going to be completely ok. Well, looking back I was also very wrong and I'd say naïve, but I got through it and I'm happy YR and Taylor kept me company during that period.

Now here we are, only one week left before season 3 airs. Still no new album I can enjoy with it, but Taylor's "The Tortureds Poet Department" will swifly (ahah) follow. I'm not stressed about the end (k maybe a bit), I'm already nostalgic looking back how much time passed and how much life and people grew and changed.

To be fair, I really dislike changements. Like, profoundly. For me the end of this series symbolizes a part of my adolescence ending. I'm growing up too. I don't really now what the future will reserve me, I just now that I'll always try to act with respect and love while finding my way.

It was an honor being there when this project started and I'm happy I get to see the end as well. Its not something everyone got to see so I'm glad I was there, even if only by watching and reading others reactions. I hope the actors will find other stimulating projects where they can contribute with their talent. I hope that Lisa is happy she got to tell her story, because we were definitely happy to hear it.

Finally, I want to end on a personal thought. I'm not an actor, I'm not a celebrity and even if I do want to make art and I do want it to be recognised by humanity I'm coming now to terms I don't think I will ever get to live the sort of "succes wave" these actors (around my age, mind you) experienced. I hope, I wonder if they're fine, I hope so. What I think it's just important to remember that these are human beings. I don't know about you but I feel kind of a sick movement to my stomach when I see people being obsessive, and I'm talking about myself as well when I catch myself wondering too much about them too.

These series spread a lot of beautiful message these years and will continue even after I'm sure. So a little note, always be respectful about others life and intimacy. Be curious, but don't be a stalker. Be a fan, but don't be obsessive (for your own good as well). Enjoy the present moment and express your enthusiasm for these people work!!

I hope I'll get to see more of them in the future, and about Lisa's works as well.

xxx G

#young royals #young royals season 3 #wilmon #wilhelm young royals #simon young royals #thought #letter to young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon endgame #prince wilhelm

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restlessmaknae · 1 year

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a moon apart [seoho]

What if you have a soulmate, but you can only meet ever so scarcely?

What if you have a soulmate, but he can never be yours?

➳ Characters: Seoho x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: folktale-ish, fantasy, mystery, kingdom au, royalty au, soulmate au, romance, angst

➳ Words: 3.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of imaginary gods and goddesses (let me know if you find more!)

➳ A/N: This is my contribution to the Eternally Yours collab hosted by the lovely @sungbeam. You can check out the collab and the participating writers here. Thank you for letting me participate! ❤️

➳ Oneus taglist: @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @effulgentfireflies, @anime-lover-2020

The elderly in your kingdom had a saying: lovers who meet during the full moon are lovers forever - both in this life and in the afterlife. In other words, they are one soul in two different bodies. They are soulmates.

It was an old saying, something that citizens took more or less seriously, but you liked to think it true. Your parents had met during a full moon after all, and they were still as much in love with each other as in the beginning. You kept hoping that one day, you would have a love like theirs: so selfless, uplifting and withstanding all seasons of life.

So far, you had not met the one though. Maybe you had been merely unlucky, maybe the places you frequented weren’t the ones where people found love - or maybe it was rather because you were a princess, and princesses didn’t randomly stumble upon their love in the woods on a moonlit night or by walking in the royal gardens accompanied by the moon high up in the sky. Your parents didn’t want to force you to marry someone you didn’t love, and even though you had suitors, none of them made your heart race.

However, time was pressuring as your parents were getting older, and you had no other siblings who could save you from being the heir to the throne. So every now and then, you and your parents went to the shrine of the Goddess of Earth, also known as Mother Nature, and burnt sacrifices - the first piece of snowflower of the year, the first blossom of the cherry trees, the first potato harvested and such - to ask for guidance, for appreciation by the gods. It was said that those who made good to the Earth were rewarded with prosperity - let it be regarding an actual harvest, a thriving business or love.

Indeed, Mother Nature heard your plea, but you crossed paths with more than one boy afterwards, yet you loved only one.

The one who could not be yours.

Prince Hwanwoong was a delicate, diligent yet sometimes childish prince, someone who could make you laugh with his silly faces and goofy behaviour and make your heart flutter with his thoughtfulness - let it be asking for a cup of chamomile tea for you when you had an upset stomach or helping you lift the hem of your dress when you were stepping into a carriage. He definitely made the days at the palace seem brighter, the atmosphere more cheery, your parents’ worries more subtle. There was only one problem though: that you didn’t love him.

Even though he was a sight to behold, a prince who knew his responsibilities, a future heir who knew his responsibilities and truly, genuinely cared for his people, you didn’t love him like your mother loved your father.

“There is no need to rush, my dear. Maybe one day, you will realise that you have already fallen for him,” your mother put a reassuring hand over your shoulder when you shared your concern with her. In return, you directed a grateful smile at her and turned back to the mirror to have one last glance at your midnight-blue gown for the ball that the Yeo family was holding at their palace. You were invited alongside your parents after you had met the prince through a ball your own family had organised, but you were nervous about today - about the lack of butterflies in your stomach.

This nervousness didn’t leave you for the rest of the night either, and despite prince Hwanwoong appearing to be as kind and gentle as always, your heart was heavy after the ball, thus sleep didn’t come to you easily that night. Nor the night after when you headed back home, and there was already another encounter in talks with the Yeo royal family.

To ease your nerves, you did what you had always done: walking through the royal garden, gazing up at the moon - a plump, round full moon in all its glory - and pacifying your heartbeat through breathing techniques the royal medic suggested. You usually ended your walk in the garden, but that night, you went even further, and only halted when the magnificent, crystal-clear pond came into view. There though, you felt your body shake, and you let yourself cry far from the watching eyes of the servants or your worried parents.

To your surprise though, there was someone who had been watching you, and upon hearing your sobs, he came out from behind a tree, his instinct telling him to console you. However, when you heard branches crunching under his feet, you yelped, confusion overtaking your features as you locked eyes with him.

“It’s okay. You can cry. I won’t tell anyone,” he justified while raising his hands in front of his chest as if he was trying to defend himself. He didn’t look like a servant, he had more delicate clothes for that - a blindingly white, loose shirt that was tightened by the waist with a similarly white belt, soft snow-white cotton pants and ballroom shoes. He was also delicate in his features - smooth pale skin, plump lips, chiselled jawline and warm brown eyes that held a whole university in them. It was as if the moon above reflected in his orbs with all its light and warmth.

Despite being surprised - and a bit frightened a minute ago -, the worry that you saw in his eyes reminded you just what kind of a state you had been in before he had shown up, and felt your lips quiver. Then, you turned your back to him in hopes of suppressing your cry, but to no avail. Your tears just kept flowing like the raindrops racing down the windows on a stormy night, and your whole body was soon shaking with your sobs.

“You may feel like the whole world is on your shoulders now, but the sun will rise, another moon will come up, and it will all pass,” the stranger said in such a soothing voice that it almost felt like a warm hug. Even though he didn’t come up to touch you, you felt surrounded by light and a sense of calm that had never visited you before.

However, after crying as much as you wanted and letting him console you with his words, you were about to turn around to thank him, only to find the serene garden behind you bathing in the moonlight, no one else.

He truly left without a trace.

The next time you met, it was almost in the same setting, but with a few different details. This time, the weather was turning chilly, the leaves were falling elegantly from the weary, arched trees that were almost sighing with relief that they could let go of the added weight. Just like you who kept reminding yourself of the mysterious stranger’s words to keep going, to keep showing up for events and to keep seeing if your heart was ready to accept Hwanwoong’s love.

This time, you weren’t crying, and the stranger was no longer in his white attire. Instead, he was in a dirty grey coat dotted with white patches like little clouds on the night sky, and his smile was gentle, but it faltered a bit when you asked him why he was here.

“I come here sometimes. I like the way the moonlight reflects on the surface of the pond,” he mused out loud as he took a few steps closer to you. Not directly towards you because he halted beside you, but his closer proximity still triggered an erratic heartbeat symphony in you.

“That, I can understand,” you bobbed your head, sharing his sentiment. You felt oddly bashful under his otherwise affectionate glance, so you turned towards the pond instead, watching the small ripples on the surface, the water giving in to the power of the occasional gentle breeze that passed by.

“Is your heart a little less heavy than last time?”

So he remembered. The thought alone was enough to paint your cheeks in the colour of the vivid cherry trees in full bloom, but you tried to keep your voice steady despite his obviously caring question.

“Yes, it is. Thank you for last time.”

“I didn’t do anything special,” he denied, almost coy, and you could see from the corner of your eyes how he shook his head. Usually, you weren’t one who kept pressuring the topic when the other was a bit nervous around you, but you felt the need to let him know just how thankful you were.

“Sometimes just listening to someone is enough. There are so many people who want to tell me what to do, how to feel, whom to love… They aren’t willing to listen to how I truly feel and what I truly want,” you shared with him, your voice more resigned than you had intended.

You were a princess, the sole heir to the royal couple of your kingdom, so you had your fair share of duties and responsibilities. Nevertheless, a lot of times you felt that just because you were young and you were a female, you had no right to feel the way you did. Everyone wanted to tell you how to feel, and everyone acted as if they knew you so well.

“They probably want to reassure themselves that they know you better than you do know yourself. You shouldn’t let them sway you,” he pointed out gently, no room for malice in his voice. He wasn’t even reprimanding you, he was more like consoling you - yet again.

“I’m trying,” you bobbed your head, turning your head to glance at him, only to find him already looking at him. When you caught his eyes, his lips curled into the tiniest of smiles, but there was so much in it - so much empathy, so much understanding and so much hope. You had never paid a lot of attention to people’s microexpressions, but you couldn’t help but notice how relaxed his whole body was from the smooth arch of his eyebrows to the way his jaw was set and his shoulders eased. As if he was perfectly at peace with the world.

You reciprocated his smile, finding it easy to do so despite not knowing each other for long. Crazy how it was only the second time you met!

“What’s your name?” You inquired, hopefully in a friendly manner, but there was a hint of panic going through the boy’s eyes. However, in the next moment, he was back to his relaxed self.

“I’m Seoho,” he answered, and you guessed that he didn’t ask back because he already knew who you were. You also felt as if he knew you already, but this kind of feeling wasn’t unpleasant. Because the way you talked was always comfortable and comforting - like the softness of the freshly washed sheets or the fact that you knew that the sun would rise in the morning.

“Glad to have met you, Seoho. You always seem to know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Likewise,” he smiled back, and then turned back to look at the pond bathing in the full moon’s light.

You kept talking about little nothings and big, heavy topics until the moonlight started fading and you felt sleepish. When you parted that night though, you asked if he would come again, and when he said yes, it was the first time you felt butterflies in your stomach.

You and prince Hwanwoong kept meeting during balls and other royal families’ weddings, and even though he would have never pressured you into anything, you saw the glances his and your parents sent in your way, and you wondered how long they would wait before they would tell you to actually get married - for the sake of the two families, of the two kingdoms. The prince clearly liked you and tried to take care of you - bringing you a bouquet of your favourite flower when he knew that you would be meeting and suggesting places that he knew you would like.

On the other hand, all you could think about was the reflection of the stars in Seoho’s eyes, the light he lit up in your heart and his gentle words that felt like a blanket over your shoulders on a cold night. Talking with him was more than just a conversation; it was a walk down memory lane, it was a way to reflect on all the good and bad and it was like picking little seeds of hope to bury them into the ground, to wait for them to start growing, to start blooming. Being with him brought great pleasure into your days, but fearing what your parents would think of you meeting up with a member of the staff, you tried not to visit the pond too much at nights - when you weren’t busy with other things, that is.

Sometimes Seoho didn’t even come, but you still kept meeting, months and seasons passing by. Yet, once as you were sitting under the half-moon, you wondered where he could be working and what his shifts could look like given that you met each other so infrequently. Prompted by the thought, you visited the main maid’s office to inquire about Seoho. However, much to your bewilderment, she said that there was no one named Seoho working at the palace. You were so perplexed that the next time you met the boy, your first question towards him was why you couldn’t see him so much around, hoping to see if he was trying to come up with excuses or he would tell you why he was truly there.

Seoho was a bit taken aback by your question, and it was the first time you saw him a bit bittersweet. However, he still responded.

“It’s because I’m not here all the time. Just every full moon.”

You could see that he wasn’t lying. Everything in his demeanour told you that he was being honest, but that just broke your heart even more because he appeared so resigned. As if he had already played out this conversation in his head before you had the chance to ask about it.

“Why? How do you even get access to the royal gardens?” You quirked an eyebrow as you laced your arms in front of your chest, suddenly cautious. Who could he be if he wasn’t working here? You would have never dared to question him, but his answer didn’t shine a light on the truth either.

“I don’t need it.”

“Seoho, I don’t understand,” you pressed, shaking your head. While it was true that you had met during a full moon and you thought that if he hadn’t been your soulmate, then no one else could have been your soulmate, but still… Was he just a trick of your imagination? Was he breaking rules to see you?

“I don’t want to break your heart, but I’m afraid I’ll do so if I tell you the truth,” he replied without stepping closer to you even though you itched to reach out to him. Especially now more than ever when it seemed that his whole existence was a big question.

“Are you… a ghost?” You guessed hesitantly, and when he didn’t reply immediately, you reached out to place a hand over his heart to ground yourself, to make you see that he was there, that he was very much alive. That’s when your lips parted though. Even though his skin was warm under your touch, you couldn’t feel the beating of his heart. You pressed more firmly, but still nothing, and the way Seoho looked back at you was enough of an answer in itself.

How could you have missed it when he had even hugged you before, holding you close to his chest?

“I am not a ghost. I have a human form, but I’m immortal. I’m the God of the Moon.”

You tried to rack your head around the fact that he was someone you read about in books, someone for whom you had burned sacrifices, someone who had been in your kingdom’s anthem, someone who should have been an old man according to the tales.

“I-” You started, too many questions crossing your mind all at once. You started with the most confusing one. “How is that even possible? I thought gods and goddesses don’t visit us in the human realm.”

“They do, humans merely don’t know. I know for a fact that Mother Nature also likes helping out on the fields, but she usually changes her human form. I am, on the other hand, fond of this one,” he explained, boasting an almost cheeky smile as he looked down at himself, but when he caught your eyes, his lips turned into a thin line, his expression hardening. “I usually visit the human realm only during the full moon though. That’s when I have my energy in full, and I visit back here to keep reminding myself why I should continue lighting the way for humans. I like listening to troubled souls’ stories because that way, I know that my efforts are not in vain.”

His words were so like him, but you would have never guessed that he was a god. Now though, it made sense why he was fond of the pond - he had said that it was because he liked the way the moonlight reflected on its surface -, why you couldn’t see him so often - because he only came to visit the human realm every full moon, so every 29 days -, why he spoke so wisely despite his seemingly young age, and why he was so good at comforting you.

“Why did you keep visiting me?” You pondered once you came back to your senses. He said that he kept visiting back to remind himself of his duty, and that he liked listening to troubled souls’ stories. He didn’t mention that he had to revisit one after having met them already.

“Why did you keep coming back to the pond then?” He asked back instead of answering, and you were so on the edge already that you blurted out your answer without thinking ahead.

“Because I wanted to see you, because I’m afraid I might be in love with you.”

Given other circumstances, this might have been a heartfelt confession. However, considering that he had just admitted that he was the god of the Moon, it just made everything even more complicated, even more wrong. He was an immortal, you were a human. He only had this human form ever so scarcely, and he could only visit you during every full moon. Realistically speaking, you could never have a future together, but the way you were still waiting for an answer from him - an indication of some sort - was enough of a proof that despite everything, you still cared if he reciprocated your feelings.

“Well…” Seoho sighed a long, aghast sigh. He averted his eyes for a moment to gaze at the pond under the canvas of the sky and the dirty grey moon, then looked back at you. “I’m afraid of the same.”

Those words were engraved into your heart afterwards; because it was a confession of some sort yet it was a goodbye of some sort as well. Something so sad yet so beautiful, so comforting yet so painful. It was as if those few words were just like the time you shared with him: dreamlike and something that was out of your reach all too soon.

The elderly in your village had a recent saying when it started raining more and more during full moons after seeing Seoho for the last time: that Mother Nature cried for the lovers who couldn’t meet for whatever reason, and this was her way of mourning the missed chances of soulmates meeting.

You, on the other hand, knew that it wasn’t true. It was because though you had a love like your parents’ - so selfless, uplifting and withstanding all seasons of life -, you couldn’t be with your soulmate for he was a god and you were a mortal princess. Your paths should have never crossed in the first place, but maybe full moons weren’t just for eternal love, they were for miracles, too.

However, even though your love couldn’t bloom, you would always cherish the time you spent with Seoho, and whenever you looked up at the sky, it felt like the Moon was watching over you, let it be day or night, and the thought itself made you feel safe.

(Little did you know, it was actually true: Seoho had never stopped watching over you ever since.)

A/N: Oneus has so many moon references in their songs, not to mention the masterpiece the Luna MV is, no wonder I got inspired by their symbolism. *-*

Hope you enjoyed this story of mine (and I hope you don’t hate me too much for the bitter ending)!

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

#oneus scenarios #oneus imagines #oneus x reader #eternally yours collab #oneus x you #seoho scenarios #seoho imagines #seoho x reader #seoho x you #oneus fantasy #seoho fantasy

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seblaineworld · 2 years

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Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

It's almost here! Please join us to celebrate our first event - Seblainiversary 2022, from Friday November 4th until Sunday November 6th.

It will be 11 years on November 8th 2022 since our beautiful boys met for the very first time (who can ever forget the moment their eyes meet across the crowded room, and their instant attraction?), so to this end, we have two themes for you all to write/create around.

Eleven

Do whatever you like with this, just as long as 11 is clearly incorporated in some way. Maybe they met at 11 years old in an AU setting, perhaps they are reunited after 11 years of no contact, or could it be their 11th Wedding Anniversary? It's up to you, and we can't wait to see what you all come up with.

Steel

Steel is the traditional gift given for an 11th Anniversary, and when you reflect on some of the characteristics of steel, you'll realise what a perfect theme it is for Seblaine! Steel, is known for its durability, strength and how it is almost virtually resistant to damage, no matter what it goes through!

So we want your creations to clearly show steel as an important factor - could it refer to a plane? Something one has given to the other at some point during their friendship/relationship? Maybe it's referring to the colour, or the metal itself? It's entirely up to you! Get creative, and let your imaginations run wild!

The Rules

When?

The event runs from midnight (your own timezone) on Friday November 4th until 23:59 (of your own timezone) on Sunday November 6th 2022.

Who can take part?

Anyone and everyone who shares our love of Seblaine!

What can we submit?

Anything, as long as it is Seblaine-related! Fics, Graphics, Gifs, Gifsets, Videos, Manips, Playlists, Lyrics - anything you like as long as it fits the themes! We're looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with.

Please remember to use #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 within the first five tags, and also put @seblaineworld in your posts, since we all know just how flaky Tumblr can be about tags!

Be sensible and considerate. We all know that not everyone shares our love of Seblaine, and even within our own tiny (but always fierce!) Seblainer Fandom, there are those who don't enjoy mature content, so please ensure you tag everything you submit, appropriately.

Can I post on any day during the event?

Yes! You can post on any day as the two themes run concurrently. If you want to combine both themes into one piece of work, that's fine too!

Do I need to submit something for each day?

Absolutely not. If you want to contribute something for every day, then of course you can, but it's not a requirement at all. We know everyone has busy lives, so just do what you can, when you can.

Can I post a WIP or work that fits the themes even if I started it before the Seblainiversary 2022 announcement?

Absolutely! Both of us have done this before and feel it's a great way to refresh creativity, so feel free to post anything you've already started, providing it fits one or both themes!

When do we start posting?

As soon as it becomes Friday 4th November in your own timezone, post your work to your Tumblr blog, and as mentioned above, please tag it #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 and make sure those two are in your first five tags. Please also put @seblaineworld somewhere in your post.

If you're going to be posting your work to another site like AO3 or ff.net, post a properly tagged link on your Tumblr.

A Seblainiversary 2022 collection will be added to AO3. More details nearer the time.

Can I post late?

Yes! We know how time can occasionally run away from us all, so everything posted will be reblogged until Friday November 11th.

You haven't reblogged my work yet!

No problem! Again, because Tumblr can be (very!) erratic, just send us an Ask or message if we haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours of you posting it, and one of us will get onto it right away.

So, that's it! We're excited to see all your work, and hope you'll join us for our first event as the new home of Seblaine events. Just drop us an Ask or message if you have a question that's not been covered here, and we'll see you all on November 4th!

Ail & Lisa

#seblainiversary 2022 #seblaineworld #seblaine #sebastian x blaine #we're so excited!#please share and reblog!#here we goooooo!#seblainer events #signal boost

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My 2023 AO3 Wrapped

Quick Stats

Works published: 57 (21 RNM; 18 OFMD)

Words written: 447,106, up about 50k from last year (!) but still nothing beats those 2020 numbers

Hits: 43,668 (updated today)

Bookmarks: 641 (also updated today), probably mostly from people waiting for me to finish a damn thing XD. Incidentally…

Unfinished works: 3 that updated this year, 17 total

Most popular by kudos: Do you know you'll never fly alone? My D&D:HAT fic contributing to Edgin/Xenk. A bigger hit than expected!

Most hits: Sinking in your Eyes, Chasing Golden Nights: OFMD, PWP. It’s technically continued from 2022.

Longest fic: Also Sinking in Your Eyes, but that’s a bit of a cheat because it’s co-written with @lizzy-leo

Shortest fic: Looks like we always end up in a rut (Man From UNCLE OT3)

Most comments: From Roswell with Love, which is a continuation from 2021 and cowritten with @haloud. Of course, I also posted like seven fics in the last week of the year so it’s hardly fair to them…

[Fun answers below the cut]

Gifts:

I received 4 gifts (Three Player Morning, from @tasyfa’s NYE Drabble last year, and this year as well: Heading for Midnight; for RNM Secret Santa I got The Neon North Star by @ajna-eye-cogitations; and finally, I got a few podfics of my fics: [Podfic] Everything About You by 1lostone and [Podfic] The Foundation of Youth by TipsyKitty.

I gave 19 gift fics, mostly in Maeglin's Hobbit Birthday Gift Fics 2023 and a Secret Santa gift for @angrycowboy

Collaborations:

@haloud and I still wrote a ton this year, in a few new fandoms even, but have been slow to actually post things! Still we updated From Roswell with Love; wrote a silly little porno for Malexa Sorry that I got caught; and wrote chemical composition for Liz Week. For RNM After Dark we gave some true rarepairs some love with Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over, Something Borrowed, and of course contributed some Malexa In the Bleak Midwinter. And Malexa finally won the Roswell Halloween costume contest for RIP Roswell in Not A King. Okay, maybe we didn’t slow down, after all!

@lizzy-leo and I ping-ponged back and forth between Blackbonnet (Bell the Cat, Whale of a Tale, Fly By Night, Sinking in your Eyes, Chasing Golden Nights,) and Vianton (The Now Show Me Your Fangs series, now 9 works strong!), with plenty of smut for both. Lizzy even submitted (a SFW section) of some of our fic for Vico Ortiz to read through their Patreon, which was a hoot to listen to.

Events taken part in: @rnmbingo, @rnmafterdark, @februaryficletchallenge, @lizortechoweek, @riproswell, @rnm-secret-santa, as well as my own Hobbit Birthday Ficlets Challenge, and Vianton Week on Twitter.

Which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? I actually maintained a pretty good variety this year (a nonzero number of like, 80s ballads featured, LOL), but Lady Gaga wins just because we’ve been using lyrics from Show Me Your Teeth for the Vianton series lol.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? Ed/Stede (15) ousted Malexa this year (10) but apparently variety is the winner, as that’s less than half of my total fics. Multishipping for the win!

Favorite fics not already mentioned? I picked three:

I would do anything for love (but I won't do that) (Legolas/Gimli ficlet that was funny),

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero (my mean Izzy-anti fic, which was also funny, and cathartic, before he died in canon and achieved that catharsis better lmao), and

Steve Bunnet (Blackbonnet at a petting zoo, also funny).

(questions from multiple lists, feel free to re use uncredited like I did lol)

#stuff i write #me #2023 #ao3 wrapped #fanfic #our flag means death #roswell new mexico

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elocinnicole · 2 years

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America's Ass

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI smut (spanking, exhibitionism, oral f/m receiving, public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex) daddy kink, Dom!Rafa, dirty talk, strong language throughout. This is filthy y’all, maybe my filthiest yet.

Summary: Rafael takes Lena to an iPic theater to see the Avenger’s Endgame premiere

Word Count: 2.7K

AN: This is for @ramp-it-up DJ’s I Love You 3000 Writing Challenge. Congratulations again love! Also, thank you for contributing to the fandoms and adding space for Black Readers to have a seat at the table. I figured I’d combine both fandoms, I hope you enjoy!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

2019

Lena sighed loudly as she plopped down onto the bed. Looks like she’s going to sleep alone…again…for the third night…this week. She knew Rafa was busy filming that movie for HBO but she feels like he never sees him anymore. She understands, she really does, with her having a demanding job, but it’s just that when she finally has free time, he’s busy and when he’s not working on anything usually she’s back at work. Just then the front door opened and she could hear Mia excitedly greet her boyfriend. She grabbed her wine glass, she had already had a few and with her irritation rising like vomit, she didn’t want to say anything to start an argument.

“Hey Mia, hey girl, where’s Lena?”

“Back here!” She called out, Rafa entered the bedroom with an apologetic smile on his face and takeout from her favorite carry-out.

“Hey, Lean,” He greeted he tried to kiss her but she moved her head back. “Babe, I’m sorry, I know I’m late, I brought your favorite,”

“That’s nice.” She said dismissively as she scrolled down her social media

“I know, Lean, I know. I promise once the movie comes out, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay.”

“Lena, I promise, Friday I got you.” Lena wanted to believe him, but with his growing busy schedule, last-minute meetings, and phone calls, were taking precedence over her. She understood, she knew what she was getting into when they started their relationship but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“We’ll see.” She sighed getting comfortable

“Lena, you know I don’t like being away from you.” Lena wished he would just stop talking to her. She could feel her word vomit coming on and once she got started, she didn’t want to stop.

“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone else that’s taking up your time.” Fuck. She shouldn’t have said that but the five glasses of Pinot Noir say otherwise.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said,”

“Lena, I’m so fuckin tired I don’t even have time to cheat on you even if I am, which I’m not.”

“How do I know that? We haven’t had sex in a month.” Rafa groaned in irritation, this is the last thing he wanted to do.

“Raf, the last time we had sex was after that Warrior's Game last month. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, can you put that food in the fridge before you go to bed.” With that Lena turned off the lamp on her nightstand and laid down to go to sleep.

After taking his much-needed shower, Rafa came out of the bathroom and smirked when he saw Lena who appeared to be fast asleep. He got in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Rafa has been busy these past few weeks, he knows that he’s been coming home later and later. He’s been at the studio almost every night this week, not getting home until well after midnight. Now that he thinks of it it has been a while, that’s when an idea hit him.

Lena groaned when she felt Rafa’s hand caressing her breasts, any other time she’d leap at the chance to fuck her boyfriend, but she was still a little salty with him and slightly drunk. She shrugged him off moving over,

“Rafael, I’m trying to sleep.” She dismissed

“Lean, come on babe, I’m so hard right now.”

“Then maybe you should call that bitch you fuckin.” Lena said definitively

“Lena, for the last time I’m not fuckin anyone else!” Rafa whispered loudly

“Good night Rafael,”

The next morning, Lena awoke to an empty bed again and an awful headache. She should be used to it by now, not the hangover, her boyfriend dashing out first thing in the morning. She checked her phone to see if Rafa texted her and he didn’t. Which was strange, usually he texts her if he’s leaving before she wakes up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal Rafael with a cup of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag from their favorite breakfast spot.

“Damn it, I was gonna surprise you.” Lena smiles softly at Rafa’s attempt to treat her to breakfast

“What’s this?” Lena asked, graciously taking the cup of coffee from his hands.

“I know I don’t deserve the best boyfriend award, but I want to make it up to you,”

“How you gonna make it up to me?” but first, I need an apology.”

“An apology?”

“Yeah an apology,” He smirked, Lena knew what he was trying to do but she was not going to give in easily

“What do I need to apologize for?”

“What you say, Lena?” Rafa asked smugly, his hand coming down hard on her ass, she bit back a moan.

“Have I ever done anything that would make you think I would ever cheat on you?” Rafa asked smacking her ass again,

“No,” She sobbed

“Do you really think I would make love to another woman?” He spanked her twice once on each cheek, Lena guess she took too long to answer because he smacked her ass one more time.

“No,”

“You know that I fucking love you, you’re the most important person in my life.” He emphasized

“You know what you have to say so I can stop your punishment,” Rafael said from above her, kneading her sore ass.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled

“What was that, I think you may need 10 more,”

“No, I’m sorry, for accusing you. I love you too.” She said quickly

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” Rafa pulled her up so that she straddled his lap and pulled her into a hug.

“You did such a good job, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“No, you were perfect,” Lena said into his neck

“Let’s take a shower and get something to eat,” Rafa suggested

After a much-needed shower, Rafa and Lean entered the kitchen ready to eat the food he ordered for them. He looked and saw a brown amazon box on the counter.

“Is that for me?” He asked motioning toward the package

“Yeah, it came yesterday I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” Lena said with a playful glint in her eye.

“Go ahead and open it, I got it for you maybe we can try it out today.”

In hindsight Rafa should’ve taken his girlfriend to see a different movie, hell they could’ve seen The Curse of La Llorona again but here they are at the fucking movie theater and Lena is fangirling over Captain fucking America and it’s pissing him off.

“Damn he so fine,” Lena muttered to herself she noticed Rafa shift uncomfortably and smirked inwardly. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but in all honesty, she wanted to see how far he would go.

“He not all that,” Rafa said earning a shush from a nearby moviegoer. As they watched the fight scene Rafa noticed Lena rubbing her thighs together, making her leather skirt ride up, he clenched his jaw in irritation.

“I just know he got a big dick,” Lena whispered loudly knowing Rafa could hear her. Rafa leaned over, his lips ghosting over her ear. Not that anyone could hear what he was saying with the loudspeakers in the theater.

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Fuck, he’s just so damn sexy,” Lena said purposely ignoring Rafa. She held back the urge to laugh when he grunted in irritation. Her minor victory was short-lived when she felt a faint buzzing that made her jolt in her seat. Earning a confused look from the person beside her. Lena sent an apologetic smile before continuing to watch the movie trying to ignore the vibrations. Rafa turned the vibrator off and Lena instantly relaxed. She sent a glare at her boyfriend's face who smirked before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lena had agreed to wear it but she didn’t think he would use it, they’ve been out practically all day, and now he decides to use it, at a movie theater in all places.

“Lean, can you hand me the popcorn?” Lena didn’t think anything of it, but she should’ve known better. When she grabbed the popcorn container, Rafa turned the vibrator on to the highest setting making Lena not only drop the popcorn but yelp out loud. In embarrassment she covered her mouth luckily something happened on screen, so no one thought anything of it.

“You okay, babe?” Rafa smirked; not trusting herself to speak, Lena only nodded

“Tsk, tsk, I need your words baby. One more time, you okay?” Lena knew he was smiling even as she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, asshole, Lena let out a slow even breath before she answered

“I’m good.” She barely got out

“Good, what’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” Lena tried her best to not moan her answer. Lena could feel herself soaking her panties, they were absolutely ruined by this point. She moved around trying to get some friction, but she froze when Rafa's hand gripped her bare thigh.

“You’re not allowed to cum, what would people think?” Lena blushed in response and Rafa’s smiled darkly

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come undone in front of all these people. You want everyone to see how needy you are for it, don’t you?” Lena again nodded not trusting herself to speak

“What did I say?”

“Yes,” she breathed right she could feel her orgasm coming Rafa turned off the vibrator and stood up. Lena looked at him in confusion. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Lena’s arm and practically dragged her out of the theater.

“Where we goin?” He didn’t answer her as he pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“What if someone comes in here?” Lena asked with a mixture of excitement and worry but mainly excitement.

“Lean, ain’t nobody leaving that movie, it’s the fucking Avengers. What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”

“Good girl,” Lena blushed slightly at the praise

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Rafa breathed before crashing his lips onto Lena’s. He walked them back until the back of his legs hit the sink. Rafa’s moved to her neck, nibbling, and biting along the way. Hell-bent on leaving behind a hickey.

“Daddy can I suck your dick,” Lena whispered in his ear before gently biting it. She wasted no time sinking to her knees and unbuckling his pants.

“How can I say no, when you asked so nicely,” Lena kept eye contact as she took him into her mouth. She swallows him eagerly taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Lena gags she pulls off quickly, coughing and giggling in equal measure. Rafa almost came when Lena looked up at him, he thought she was a vision of perfection.

“Shit, baby I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Lena pulled back and looked up at Rafa.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Daddy” She took him all the way to her throat and let Rafa fuck her mouth.

“Baby you gotta stop,” Lena whined as she pulled off him with a pop.

“Show me that pussy,” he demanded, Lena quickly took off her panties, they were ruined anyway. She scrambled to sit on the counter and opened her legs wide for Rafa to see.

“Fuck, all this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy it’s yours,” Lena whined

Rafa groaned and without any warning, he sucked on her clit, making her cry out. Lena let her head fall back and moaned aloud. Rafa spread her lips open and began to fuck her with his tongue, tasting everything, she has to offer.

“Mhmm, baby, it feels so good.” Lena moaned not caring if anyone heard her. All at once Rafa stopped and slapped her clit

“Fuck!”

“Someone could hear you, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want me to gag you?” Rafa easily slipped three fingers into Lena and started to slowly fuck her. Lena bit her lip to not make any noises. She broke when Rafa started to suck on her clit,

“Daddy, I’m cumming.” Lena screamed into her hand as her juices flowed into Rafa’s mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he never wasted a drop. Rafa stood up and turned Lena around, so she was bent over the sink. He pressed inside her filling her up, they moaned in unison before he started to roughly fuck her from behind.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to not bend you over and fuck you in there. Show everyone who you belong to, but you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you? You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know the real you.”

“Damn, this is America’s Ass,”

“Huh?”

“You know how in the movie they were talkin’ about Captain America and America’s Ass.”

“You really thinking about Captain America, right now?”

“I’m not thinking about him I was trying to be clever,”

“Wrong time, babe—” Lena stopped talking midsentence when Rafa started moving again, he roughly gripped her hips, taking control of the pace. Lena covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to muffle her moans. The last thing she wanted was to be kicked out of the movie theater. Rafa stopped moving and then slapped her ass.

“You really think I’m fuckin someone else?” Lena rolled her eyes, was he still mad about that?

“Rafa, please move.”

“Who?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Can you move please?”

“I think I need another apology.”

“Please,”

“You’re the most important thing to me, I would never do anything to hurt you that way.” Rafa harshly thrust into Lena making her grab onto the sink to keep herself from jerking forward. Lena moaned while Rafa found his pace, almost pulling completely out before slamming into her

“Would I ever disrespect you?”

“N-No,”

“You’re the angel of my life, don’t you know how much I love you?” Rafa grunted, making his point

“Yes, I love you, I love you so much, baby.” Lena babbled

“Cum on this dick,” Lena bounced back harder, trying to reach her climax

“Where you want it, baby?”

“In me, I want you to cum inside me, Daddy,” Lena whined, using the sink as leverage, and thrusting back against him harder chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned; Lena’s orgasm was triggered by his. They stayed together for a moment before Rafa pulled out, Lena whining at the sudden empty sensation. She searched around for her panties while Rafa buckled up his pants.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom and then we can leave?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie and see your beloved, Captain America?” He said, his voice laced with jealousy.

“Babe, you the only white boy I want.” She smiled as she kissed his pouty lips

Rafa made sure the coast was clear before walking out of the bathroom. Lena followed suit after a few minutes

“Did you find your panties?”

“No, where the hell did you throw them?”

“Where’d I throw them? You took them off.” Rafa looked at Lena a soft smile gracing his face “You okay?” he asked gently

“Yeah,”

“How about we order some food and ice cream to go. We can cuddle up together on the couch.” Lena smiled widely and kissed her boyfriend before placing her hand in his. As they walked away two women walked into the bathroom

“Oh my God, bitch! Are those fucking panties?” They heard a woman exclaim before running out of the movie theater laughing along the way.

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lenathesingingcat · 2 years

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For day 11 of @themiserablesmonth and the prompt “Wish”, here’s me projecting my own Tragic Backstory™️ and feeling better by doing so!

TW: discussion of an OC who killed themselves (off-page, nothing bad actually happens within the fic but it is talked about) and the effects that has on friends.

Wish You Could Be Here

Enjolras was often awake after midnight working on Les Amis’ activism, but what was unusual was for anyone he knew to be up at the same time, at least to his knowledge. That’s why the text confused him, but he read it through.

I miss you. I know you’ll never read this, but I wish I could talk to you, I wish I could see you again. I thought I’d got better, I’d stopped blaming myself for not messaging you enough, but then… I don’t know. I went to some karaoke place, and someone sung a song from a show you were in when we were little. When she sung the part about her child, about their bright, hopeful future, I just cried. Who knows what your future could have been… I just wish I could see you again, even just once.

Enjolras quickly texted back, This is my new number. I’m very sorry for your loss.

A new message arrived. I’m sorry. I never meant to disturb anyone, especially at this time of night, or, well, morning. Didn’t know this was anyone’s number, at least anymore.

It’s alright, I’m up late too, working. But it sounds like you need to talk to someone.

Maybe I do, but none of my friends even know about this. I’m not about to drag them into this now, when they all have bigger things to worry about.

Enjolras considered this, before replying, Well, how about me? I already know, and I could listen, or help you find someone more qualified than me. Your friends may have “bigger things to worry about”, but my priority is helping whoever needs it.

It was a few minutes before the person replied, and Enjolras started to worry, but then a reply came through. It isn’t really something I can express via text.

Then I’ll meet you. Do you know the Musain?

If you’re sure I won’t be bothering you was the reply, and this made Enjolras all the more sure.

I’m sure. Tomorrow, after lunch?

Don’t you mean today? was the reply, followed by, I’ll be there.

The next day, or the same day depending on how you look at it, Enjolras waited. To his surprise, Grantaire walked in. He probably shouldn’t have been too surprised, since all of Les Amis came here quite a lot, but he called him over.

Grantaire looked surprised too, but he sat down anyway. “Enjolras? What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for someone. I thought maybe if you don’t have anywhere to be, I could talk to you.”

“Actually, I am meeting someone here. Some random stranger who thinks they can solve all my problems. And before you try to tell me just how sketchy that sounds, I know, I’m still not sure if I’m about to get murdered. But then, that would solve my problems, wouldn’t it?” Grantaire tried to play it off as a joke, but Enjolras could see the sadness in his eyes.

And then it clicked.

“I can’t believe this! You were the one who texted me?”

“Impossible.” Grantaire seemed sure. “I have your number. I would have known I was talking to you.”

“I had to get a new number! Some people who are against our cause found out my number. I put all this on the groupchat for Les Amis, asking everyone to text my new number so I could add them to my phone, but…”

“That explains it. I’m not part of the group.”

Enjolras looked at him in surprise. “Why not? I sent you an invite to join…”

“Didn’t think it would make much difference. After all, I never contribute anything…”

“That’s not true, Grantaire. You point out how we could fail, and we use that to make our plans better. And… well, you make us happy. You make me happy. I know I’ve never expressed that before, but - ”

“And it seems pretty convenient that you suddenly express it when you find out that I need help! You think it’s your job to save everyone! But you can’t. I learned the hard way that some people can’t be saved from their own minds…”

“But most people can, and so we have to try. And you must understand. Look how much you’ve been hurt by what happened. Don’t do that to Les Amis.”

Grantaire looked at the floor for a moment. “I never thought of it that way…” he admitted. “Alright, I give in, if only for Les Amis, since you’re convinced I mean so much to them.” He laughed, then turned serious again. “Will you help me find help?”

“Of course.” Enjolras resisted the urge to pull Grantaire into a hug, to tell him the real reason why he needed Grantaire to stay. This wasn’t the time. If it went wrong between them now, that could make things much worse. So he would wait. And then he would be there.

#enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire

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honeybabymp3 · 1 year

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hi you don’t have to answer this of course (as i’m sure many people before me have made similar requests before) but after midnights i legit had an awakening and went deep-diving on twitter for gaylor/kaylor stuff (i mean who the hell writes hits different or dear reader when they’ve allegedly been in a stable relationship for 6 years??) but all the “proof” i’ve seen was stuff i’d already read years ago (i have a periodic gaylor enlightenment every few months then convince myself i’m crazy, but even in 2019 i couldn’t help but notice how every new joe and tay outing would be around when he or she had stuff to promote, also grammygate???) and the main thing that really started to convince me was the blurry but VERY OBVIOUSLY taylor figure (her outfit was very clear) in a picture around when karlie was at NYU.. like i’m meant to believe she was secretly picking karlie up from college cause they’re besties? anyway long story short i was wondering if you knew of any other small, perhaps not well-know moments like that? or maybe you could direct me to a blog that could help? sorry again that this is so long i’m incredibly late to the party

hey anon beloved it is TRULY a revelation to find out people still get converted to gaylorism in this day and age and i mean this very honestly i hope i don't sound judgemental cause that's not my intention but i kind of don't go Really go here anymore cause it's Not Good for my brain. but i'll publish this in case anyone wants to Contribute<3

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ericapooh · 1 year

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Consider Me: Bakugo x Fem! reader fanfic

Part 4 - The Beginning

The day after your conference with the girls:

It was the same as any other school day. You had your lessons in the morning and hero training in the afternoon. It was uneventful, to say the least, except for the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach the whole day.

To the best of your ability, you avoided Bakugo the entire day. But how could you when his eyes were on you the entire time? And how would you know that he was looking at you? Of course, you stole quick glances, and your eyes would always meet his crimson orbs.

You know that he's been waiting patiently for your answer, and you wanted to give it to him now. However, you needed to tell him in private, away from the prying eyes and ears of your classmates.

It's not that you didn't like them; you do. It's just that you were sure that they would tease you and Bakugo if they witnessed everything. Because of that, you decided that you'd give him your answer after classes.

Mina Ashido tried to focus on her notes, but her mind was somewhere else.

Ashido:

"Arrrgh! I can't focus! Y/N-chan! "

She was so excited about when you'd respond to Bakugo that she couldn't read the first sentence in her notebook.

Y/N:

"Mmm?"

You responded, equally preoccupied and equally trying to read your notes.

It wasn't just Mina who was distracted. Who can concentrate when they're getting anxious? Instead of memorizing the dates in your history lesson, your thoughts were focused on what to say to Bakugo or, rather, how to say it to him.

Ashido:

"So, how do you plan on telling Bakugo how you feel?"

How?

In all honesty, you didn't know either. To think of it, you didn't even know why he liked you.

Why does he like you?

Is he okay in his head for him to consider you?

Growing up, you never really receive that much praise or compliments from your own family. You only received criticism from them, and it has affected your self-esteem.

(A/N: If this is not your family, congratulations. But if it is, you're not alone. I have low self-esteem, and I give my family credit for that. But I still love them, though. :)) )

God only knows what he sees in you.

Y/N:

"Um... I really don't know." How should I tell him?"

Yaoyorozu, who a few seconds ago was the only one seriously studying, raised her head to offer her wise words. She was secretly listening.

Yaoyorozu:

"Well, you can just tell him the truth, Y/N-chan. I'm sure that if he really likes you he'll accept however you say it."

The truth? It seems easy enough.

You'll tell him that you also feel the same way and that you did not expect him to ask you out.

To think about it, when did you first notice you liked him?

You furrowed your brows as you tried to remember.

'Hmmmm....'

Your first day as a second-year student at the UA Academy was both exciting and nerve-racking. Besides Ketsubutsu Academy, UA has a great reputation for producing amazing heroes, not to mention that "the former number one hero, All Might," teaches there.

It wasn't just All Might that you were excited to meet; there were also the other teachers: Mic, Eraserhead, Ectoplasm, Vlad the Impaler, Cementos, and other pro heroes that you looked forward to meeting. You were a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to meet Midnight.

You may remember seeing the news about the heroes who have passed away in the line of duty when they fought Gigantomachia and the League of Villains. Although a year has already passed, losing a great hero was still heartbreaking.

Standing now in front of the famed Hero class of UA was enough to make your knees shake because you realized that you'd be joining them on their path to becoming heroes from now on, and, truth be told, it wasn't just the teachers that you were excited to meet. Because of the defeat of All-For-One, Deku (All Might's successor) has contributed to that fame alongside his comrades.

Aizawa:

"Everyone, this is L/N F/N." She has transferred here from Ketsubutsu Academy and will be joining us from now on. "Please make her feel welcome, and I'll leave the rest of homeroom for you to get to know her."

You were ready to introduce yourself and then occupy your assigned seat. However, that didn't happen. After the pro-hero Eraserhead said this, he immediately retreated to the front corner of the room, settled into his yellow sleeping bag, and dozed off. What's even weirder was that the rest of the class waited until they heard a snore coming from their homeroom teacher before a boy stood up to take charge of the rest of the period.

'Maybe this is how it is in this academy.'

You thought.

The said boy stood in front of where their homeroom teacher stood minutes before he took his nap and proceeded.

Iida:

"In behalf of the hero class of 2-A, we welcome you, L/N-san. My name is Iida Tenya, and I am the class president. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He bowed to you after introducing himself.

You bowed in response and took it as your cue to introduce yourself as well.

Y/N:

"Thank you. Hello, my name is L/N F/N, but you can all call me Y/N. I have heard great things about this class, and I look forward to getting along with you all."

Before you could lift your head from bowing, another girl from the class stood up where she was seated and introduced herself to you as well.

Yaoyorozu:

"Welcome Y/N-san. I'm Yaoyorozu Momo, and I am the Vice President of Class 2-A. I hope we can get along."

After introducing herself, she sat back down, and another person from the class stood up and did the same thing.

Ashido:

"Oooh! Me next! Hi Y/N-chan. I am Mina Ashido, and I'm the Alien Queen of Class 2-A. I'm so excited to get to know you."

Similar to Yaoyorozu Momo, after Ashido introduced herself, she sat back down, and another student welcomed and introduced themselves to you.

Next to introduce himself was the one and only Midoriya Izuku. Out of all the students in the hero class, he was the one you that you were definitely looking forward to meet, him being All Might's successor and all.

Midoriya:

"Nice to meet you, L/N-san. I'm Midoriya Izuku. "I hope we get along."

This motion of introduction went on until Kaminari Who was the only one, so far, to ask you a question?

Kaminari:

"Hi, Y/N-chan! My name is Kaminari Denki, and I'm the god of thunder of class 2-A, and I'm really happy that we're having another cutie in our class (Wink!). Say, are you single?"

You did not expect him to ask you that. You thought that he would just introduce himself like the rest of the class.

But before you could answer him, the girl beside him extended what looked like a chord that was attached to her ears and stuck it to the side of Kaminari's head stunning him, forcing him to sit down.

After stunning the god of thunder, it was her turn to introduce herself to you.

Jirou:

"Hi, Y/N-chan. You really don't have to answer that. My name is Jirou Kyouka, by the way, and my hero name is Earphone Jack. I also look forward to getting to know you. I hope we get along."

At first, you thought Jirou was an aloof type of person, but after spending time with her you found that she's a nice person and turned out to be a great friend.

After she sat down, another person in the class stood up to introduce himself to you.

As you turned in his direction and saw him stand up, everything seemed to enter in slow motion. Weirdly enough, your heart began to beat louder as you watched, with intent, his moving lips as he spoke.

You could hear what he was saying, but everything else around him seemed to blur and you couldn't stop yourself from being awe struck.

'Who is that?'

This was the first time that you somehow got interested in a boy.

Bakugo:

"I'm Katuski Bakugo. Welcome. "

Compared to your other classmates his introduction was the shortest, yet still, you couldn't help but be intrigued.

He quickly sat back down and you got out of your, somewhat, trance.

'So, he's Katsuki Bakugo.'

Of course, he was also famous in your previous school because of last years sport festival but you never really did took interest in him until now. From what you heard and saw he looked like a rude person.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was disinterested but to the hero class of 2-A, his nervousness was so transparent. You're the only one who couldn't see it.

After getting to know your classmates' names, you took your seat at the back, just behind Uraraka, near the door.

Uraraka:

"Hey, Y/N-chan. Let's go along, okay?"