#not sure if this needs any trigger tags but hey if anyone would like I'd be happy to add them

[fostersffff]

Ok, Toshiki Inoue. I’m now completely invested in your Gundam story.

(from Despair Memory Gundam Sequel, Chapter 2)

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Two - Fate

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Two Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan (mentioned) Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned)

Chapter Two Rating: Mature 

Chapter Two Tags: Angst, fluff, panic attacks, comfort, crying, kissing, stress, mentions of keeping secrets, pet names, sarcasm, deliberate flirting, MAJOR sexual tension, establishing a new secret relationship, mentions of drinking, anxiety, math (yeah fuck math. I hate math lmao), mentions of a war, implied past verbal abuse, mentions of homework (Idk if that's a trigger but I'm not taking any chances lol), and explicit language. 

Chapter Two Word Count: 4,308

Chapter Two Betas: T. Thompson and @madashatters18

Chapter Two Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

Jessica stares down at the bold words scratched on the tiny slip of paper. Her hands begin to tingle and her throat starts to tighten. 

Breathe. Get control. Don't let it take hold. 

A shaky breath falls from her lips and she squints her eyes shut. 

Not here. Anywhere but here. Please, calm down. 

She glances at the clock and notes that there are still ten minutes left of class. Jessica rests her forehead on top of her hands and tries to control her breathing. 

Angie touches her arm softly making her jump. "Jessy?" She whispers. "You don't look so good. I promise it'll be okay. It's not like you did anything wrong. You didn't know he was gonna be your teacher." 

Tears prick the corner of her eyes, "I need to leave. I-I…," her hands begin to shake, "I can't...breathe." 

Angie recognizes what's happening and quickly glances at her phone. Two minutes left of class. "Hey, breathe for me, okay? We only have a couple of minutes left and then we can go outside for a minute." 

Jessica clenches her fists to try and stop her hands from shaking. "I...can't...he s-said to stay." 

Angie looks confused but then notices the piece of paper inside her book. She glances up at Mr. Evans. He's looking at Jessica, clearly concerned at how upset she is. He moves his gaze to her and mouths 'is she okay?' Angie shakes her head no and gives Jessica's hand a squeeze just as the bell rings. 

"Okay, class. Go ahead and take both books with you. Tomorrow I'd like a table of contents page stating what war you picked and what topics you plan to cover." 

Angie gathers her things and spares a final glance at Jessica. "I'll save you a spot in Math, okay?" 

She nods and soon there's no one in the room but her and Chris. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her head buried in her hands as she tries desperately to control her breathing. 

Please don't let this happen. Not in front of him. Anyone but him. 

Chris feels awful. He didn't mean to make her so anxious, and he sure as hell didn't want her to cry. He isn't sure how he plans to approach this. Never in his eight years of teaching did he think this would happen to him. When he first laid eyes on her in the park he thought she was beautiful. Her striking red curls and hazel eyes captivated him. Sure she's young, okay, really young, but she is technically legal. 

He tested the waters a little, flirted with her, and called her pretty. He never expected her to reciprocate, but when she called him handsome, he felt a warmth in his chest. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. 

Now she's here, right in front of him, and he has to do something. He can't continue to pursue her. Not when he's her teacher. Chris stands and slowly makes his way to where she's sitting. She's shaking and it only makes him feel worse. 

"Jessica? Hey, can we talk?" 

She doesn't move. He can hear how fast she's breathing and he sees how white her knuckles are. He knows these symptoms. They're all too familiar for him. He kneels down beside her, knees popping as they bend, and tries to soothe her the best he can. 

"Hey, shh… you gotta breathe slower for me, okay? I'm not mad at you, Jessica. You're not in any trouble. I just want to talk to you about our…unique situation. Will you look at me?" 

Jessica can hear his voice, but he sounds far away. It's like she's stuck underwater and listening to voices above the surface. 

No control. There's no control. Nowhere is safe. You have to leave. Leave! He's just going to scream at you. Just like your Dad always did. 

The voice in her head is unrelenting and her heartbeat becomes the only thing she can hear. 

Chris realizes he's going to have to change tactics. He gets up and closes his door, thankful that this happens to be his free period, and locks it. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over his desk chair before resuming his earlier spot on the floor. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. Come here." 

The moment he pulls her to the floor and cradles her to his chest, she starts sobbing. 

"Shh, it's alright. I've got you, Jessica. Just breathe, okay? Feel the way my chest rises and falls and try to match it for me." 

He threads his fingers through her curly locks and rests his lips on the top of her head. She's breathing slower now, her cries slowly becoming little whimpers. 

"That's it. There we go. You're doin' so well, sweetheart." 

Jessica feels him pull her into his chest and hears him talking to her. It's helping. The voice in her head is being drowned out by his comfort and it's the first time someone is able to pull her out of a panic attack. She grasps his dress shirt tightly between her small fingers and inhales his scent. His heartbeat thumps rhythmically against her temple and soon she can feel her body relax under his touch. 

Jessica sniffles and pulls away to look at him. "'M sorry," she rasps. She's ashamed of herself for getting so upset. Her hands sit in her lap and her gaze is fixed on a loose string at the hem of her dress. 

Chris lifts her chin with his index finger so she's looking at him. Her eyes are wide, sparkling with unshed tears, and it breaks his heart to see all the pain in them. "Sweetheart, why on Earth are you sorry?" He watches her try and look back down, but he doesn't let her. "It's okay to look at me, Jessica. Just because I'm your teacher and much older than you doesn't make you beneath me. I'm human too. We all are." 

"I'm sorry cause I…cause I made you uncomfortable a-and for messing up your shirt...I-I'm just…I'm just sorry, Ch-Mr. Evans." She sees the way he's looking at her. His bluish-green eyes are searching hers, trying to figure her out. 

Chris doesn't know why, but he cups her face with his free hand. He knows it's wildly inappropriate, he knows they could possibly be seen, and he knows all of the risks, but all he cares about is making sure she's okay. 

"Jessica, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was more worried about you. I didn't want you to be weirded out having me as a teacher. I love the thought of having you as one of my students and getting to see how deep your passion is for our country's history goes. All of that excites me. As far as my shirt goes," he looks down at the black smudges from her mascara, "I could give a shit less, honestly. It's just a shirt. I'm more concerned about you and your well-being, sweetheart." 

"I don't think it's weird," she whispers. 

Her eyes dance over the features of his face. They're so close now, only a few inches apart. Ang was right, Chris is something else. She can see the small specs of green scattered across the blue in his eyes, his ridiculously long eyelashes, and his smooth pink lips. 

The negligible space between them crackles with a new kind of intensity. Jessica can't take her eyes off Chris. His large hand splays across her back making her skin feel hot. She wets her lips and watches his eyes hone in on the movement of her tongue. God, she would give anything to feel his pillowy, pink lips on hers. 

Chris slots his fingers behind Jessica's ear and wipes a stray tear from her cheek. The foreign feeling is back again. The one he had yesterday when she said he was handsome, and it scares him. It's been five years since he felt like this about another person, the last one being his late wife, Amanda. 

Alarm bells are going off in his mind, telling him he shouldn't do this, that he should stand them up and send Jessica on her way. His body, on the other hand, acts on its own volition. Chris is drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. 

"Jessica," he whispers, "I…I meant what I said yesterday. You're so pretty - no, you're beautiful. You're so damn beautiful, sweetheart," he breathes. "I just… I don't know how to explain it, but I can't deny that I feel something for you." 

His lips are so close to hers that he can feel her warm breath on his skin. 

"I know the consequences I'd face if we got caught exploring our feelings, but the insane part is, I don't care...and that...that terrifies me." 

Chris rubs the pad of his thumb against her cheek gently. "I understand if you don't want to do this. I won't treat you any differently from the other students if you say no, but I have to know, do you…do you wanna see where this goes?" 

Jessica's pulse quickens at his confession. He searches her eyes for an answer, and she can see how nervous he is. Chris is absolutely gorgeous, there’s no question about it, but does she want to risk everything just to see if they could make this work? She will have to pretend he's just her teacher when there are others around. Even Ang and Lily couldn't know. Especially Lily since her brother is a teacher here too, but none of that matters. Jessica swallows thickly and lets out a breath. 

"Yes."

Her answer is so quiet that Chris almost misses it. He probably would have if he wasn't staring at her mouth right now. That one tiny word lights a flame inside him that's been dormant for so long, and it almost overwhelms him. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

Chris doesn't want to assume she's ready for anything without asking first. He's putting the ball in her court for everything. Her innocent hazel eyes turn dark with lust and her pupils dilate almost immediately. She nods, and the last shred of his self-control breaks. 

Jessica watches Chris as his eyes move over every part of her face. It's like he's trying to memorize her. The heat in her belly returns tenfold, and when he asks to kiss her, she doesn't hesitate. She closes her eyes as he leans in and when his lips brush hers the world seems to stop. 

Chris is so gentle with her almost as if she'll break if he's too rough. He moves his mouth against hers slow and sensual, taking his time to savor the moment. Jessica tastes like berry chapstick and salty tears and it intoxicates him. He needs more. It's been forever since he's allowed himself to get close to a woman and he forgot how exhilarating it was. 

Jessica parts her lips for him and he slides his tongue against hers, hot and luscious, pulling a moan from her throat. He growls and feels himself getting hard in his slacks. If he doesn't stop now, he's not sure he'll be able to hold himself back much longer. Reluctantly, Chris pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. She's smiling and it makes his heart stutter. 

"Wow," she breathes. "That was...wow." 

Chris chuckles and swipes his thumb along her bottom lip. "You have no idea, sweetheart." He glances at his watch and sighs. "C'mon, let's get you a pass to Math, yeah? Tom's cool, he won't mind. I'll just write that I had to go over the material with you a little more thoroughly. 

Jessica raises an eyebrow, "Tom?" 

Chris shakes his head, "Sorry, Mr. Hiddleston. He's a friend of mine and I'm used to calling him, Tom." 

Chris takes out a pass and writes a little note before ripping off another piece of scrap paper. He scribbles something quickly and hands it to her. "Here's your pass, and this," he gives her the other one, "is my number. I um…just please don't put me in your phone as Chris. How about handsome? I'll put you in mine as sweetheart whenever you text me. Is that okay?" 

Jessica nods, "yeah, that's fine. Thank you...for um...well, for making me feel better and also...I'm happy we're trying this." 

Chris softens and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart. I'm happy too. Now, get to class, you're already fifteen minutes late!" He winks and unlocks the door for her. "His room is at the end of the hall on your right." 

Chris watches her go for a moment before closing his door again. "Fuck! What did I just agree to?!" He doesn't regret it, but he can't deny the fear he feels. He paces for a moment before pulling his phone from his pocket. He types in his passcode and opens his text conversation with Sebastian. 

Chris’s thumbs hover over the keyboard as he thinks of what to say. He sighs and closes his eyes. Sebastian has been his friend for over ten years. He can trust him. He knows he can, but this is big. Chris decides to be vague for now and types a quick message. 

Jessica takes a moment to compose herself before opening the door to her Math class. She tries to ignore all the pairs of eyes on her while she hands her pass to Mr. Hiddleston. He smiles warmly and motions for her to sit down. Jessica finds her saved seat behind Lily and next to Ang, and whispers a soft hi to them. 

"Alright, let's continue from where we left off. This course will give you all the tools you need to prepare for Calculus, hence the name Pre-Calculus. I will be passing out two things. The first will be your book, and the second will be an assessment worksheet." 

Jessica tries to distract her mind and pay attention, but it's hard. All she can think about is the way Chris’s lips felt and the way time seemed to stop when his tongue danced with hers. 

She hears Angie make a small noise beside her and glances in her direction. Jessica watches her friend's eyes follow Mr. Hiddleston around the room and grins as she worries her lip between her teeth. 

Lily notices too and turns to whisper to Jessica. "I think our bestie over here's got a crush." 

The two of them nod in unison and Angie blushes. "Shh! Not so loud! I can't help it, guys. I mean, did you see his eyes? Oh, and his accent...sweet god." 

Mr. Hiddleston starts to walk down the row all three of them are seated between and hands each of them a book. He spares a quick glance at Lily and Jessica, but when his baby blues turn to Angie, he freezes. They lock eyes and he swallows hard before setting a book and paper on her desk with a shaky hand. 

Jessica smirks at Lily, "looks like Romeo found his Juliet." 

The blonde snickers and Angie rolls her eyes playfully. "Yeah, right. Like that beautiful specimen of a man would ever want me." 

Jessica frowns and Lily shakes her head. "Seriously, Ang?" Lily whispers. "You're fucking gorgeous!" 

Jessica nods, "for real though! Did you see the way he looked at you? I've seen my fair share of romantic movies, and I'll be damned if he didn't look at you like Noah looks at Allie in the Notebook." 

Angie blushes, "okay let's save the rest of this talk for after school. You guys can come to my house for dinner if you want." 

Jessica shrugs, "I don't see why not. I'll text my Mom and let her know. Lily, you comin'?" 

She shakes her head. "As much as I want to, I can't. Seb and I have our weekly movie night. It's the one thing our therapist said for us to do since everything happened with our Dads." 

Ang nods and Jessica gives her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear about that." 

"It's alright. He left when I was little, so I don't really have many memories of him. Seb took it the hardest, he was five when his Dad left." 

Jessica tilts her head. "Is Seb short for something?" 

Lily chuckles. "Yeah, his actual name is Sebastian, and mine is Lilliana. Our Mom likes unique names." 

Mr. Hiddleston clears his throat, "Okay, there's about twenty minutes of class left. Please complete the worksheet and bring it to me when you're done." 

Angie groans, "Fuck, I hate Math." Lily and Jessica agree and begin working along with the rest of the class. 

Angie stares down at the paper and grumbles. "Who even invented this shit anyway? I'd like to give them a swift kick in the ass," she whispers to herself before scribbling her name and date at the top of the page. Her eyes look up to see Mr. Hiddleston with the cap of his pen between his teeth. God, she could stare at him all day. His tall, toned body looks so good in that suit. She's willing to bet money he's got a six-pack. Not to mention those thighs. The man's got legs for days, and his voice is sexy as hell. 

His accent. 

Dear God, he could read the manual of a fucking fax machine and she'd hang on every word. Ang watches his tongue flick along the side of the pen and bites her lip to hold back a moan. Her mind immediately thinks of all the different ways that tongue could take her apart. 

She tears her eyes away and looks back up to meet his curious ones. 

Shit! How long has he been watching me watch him?! Play it cool…smile and just write some bullshit on this paper. 

She smirks and stares at the first question. Find the equation of a line in a slope. Yeah, fuck that. Suddenly, an idea pops into her head and she chuckles mischievously. Oh, Mr. Hiddleston is in for a real treat when he sees her attempt at this nonsense. 

She's one of the last ones to finish and purposely waits to be the last person to hand in the worksheet. Angie approaches his desk and holds out the paper. "Here ya go, Mr. H., I tried my best." 

There's a hint of sarcasm in her tone that he instantly picks up on. His eyes flick down to the paper and frowns, "Ms. DiLorenza, could you stay after class, please? I think we should talk about these answers, don't you agree?" 

Angie shrugs, "if you say so, Teach." 

Tom watches her walk back to her seat and sighs. This one's a real spitfire, he thinks to himself. A few minutes later the bell rings and the other students start filing out of the room. 

"Hey, Ang, you comin'? It's lunchtime." Jessica stares at her quizzically while Lily pops her gum. 

"I can't guys, Mr. H says he wants to talk to me." 

Lily smirks, "uh huh...we'll save ya a seat in the cafeteria." 

Jessica winks and follows Lily out of the room leaving just her and the British dreamboat.

"Ms. DiLorenza, would you please come and have a seat?" Mr. Hiddleston nods to a chair he's pulled up next to his desk. 

She saunters up and plops down, her wavy hair bouncing with the motion. "What's the damage, Mr. H? How much trouble am I in?" 

He looks incredulously at her, "Why would you be in trouble, Angie? I'm here to teach you how to solve these equations, not get angry with you. Although, you could have left out the sarcasm," he grins. 

"It's Ang." 

Tom tilts his head slightly, "I'm sorry?" 

She meets his gaze and licks her lips. "Call me Ang, please." 

Tom can feel his heart racing in his chest. A woman with confidence has always been his weakness, and boy, did she have it. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't stop his attraction to Angie from unfurling. Her beauty hit him like a ton of bricks when he was passing out books earlier, and he's been stealing glances at her ever since. Her dark, shiny hair that cascades over her shoulders in loose waves, the way her chocolate brown eyes are looking at him right now, with so much innocence and interest, and those pink, bowtie lips shining from where she wet them just moments ago. If anything, he's the one that's in trouble. 

"Y-Yes, of course, Ang it is then." He clears his throat and places his index finger under the first problem. "Alright, so for this first one, it's asking for the equation of a line in both slope-intercept form and general form. Do you know how to break down both formulas?" 

Angie shakes her head, "not even the slightest idea, Mr. H." 

He stands and motions to the whiteboard. "Come here. I'll break it down for you." 

They stand and he grabs a blue marker. "Alright, the standard equation for calculating the slope-intercept form of a line is y=mx+b. Do you know what each of the letters means?" 

Ang looks up into his eyes, "nope." She pops the p. "If you ask me, the alphabet should have stayed in its own lane. As soon as letters were added I was a lost cause. I'm afraid you're probably wasting your time doing this Mr. Hiddleston. I'm never gonna grasp this. I'll always be terrible at math." 

Tom knits his eyebrows together. Okay, so maybe she lacks confidence in some areas, but she's still absolutely stunning. He blinks and turns towards her. "Ang, you're selling yourself short. Let me try and tutor you on this, hm? We could meet for a half hour after school say...every Wednesday?" He looks hopeful, maybe a little too hopeful, as he waits for her answer. 

She smiles, "sure, Teach. It's a date." Angie's eyes go wide when she realizes what she said. 

What the fuck?! Great now he's gonna think you're weird. 

"I-I… I didn't mean… shit, that wasn’t…that came out wrong." She looks down at her shoes. 

Tom's heart skips. He can see right through her. He knew the moment he caught her staring at him chewing on his pen cap that she felt an attraction to him just as he did her. He just isn't sure if she's on the same level as him. 

He doesn't want her to feel humiliated, so he does the first thing he can think of. Two of his long fingers tilt her chin back up so he can see her eyes. "Ang, darling, it's okay. You don't need to worry." 

He smiles softly and turns back to the board. "Okay, so here," he draws a vertical line and a horizontal line that meet in the middle, sort of like the letter T, "is the graph we will use to show our slope intercept form. The vertical line represents the y-axis and the horizontal is the x-axis. So, the x and y in the equation are referring to their corresponding axis. The letter m is the slope and the letter b means the y-intercept point. Does that make sense?" 

Angie nods, but she's hardly paying attention. She's still processing the fact he called her darling like it was second nature. The way it rolled off of his tongue made her squeeze her thighs together. They're standing so close to one another. His cologne makes her knees weak. The characteristic woody note blends perfectly with the underlying leather and smokey tones. She also picks up on a smidge of a floral accent. 

Her eyes move to his wrist, and she takes notice of the simple, yet sleek, silver watch with a black band. She wants to touch it, well really she just wants to touch him, but that's no easy feat right now. Without thinking twice about it, she reaches for his hand and smoothes her small fingers across the face of the watch. It's got the word Tissot near the top with the year 1853 right below it. There are no numbers, just tick marks. Bold silver ones represent the standard one through twelve number sequence and the smaller ones are the minutes in between. 

It's only then that she realizes he’s not talking anymore. She looks up, his light eyes searching hers. His mouth is slightly open and it may be the lighting, but it looks like he's blushing. 

"I like your watch, Mr. H," she whispers. 

Tom is so focused on explaining the formula that he doesn't see Angie reaching for his hand. He's rendered speechless when he feels her soft fingers curl around his palm, and when he looks down at her, he's surprised to find her studying his watch. She's curiously looking it over, holding his hand like it's no big deal, and it's the confidence part of it that makes him forget to breathe. 

"Thank you. It uh…Christmas gift from ah…Sebastian." 

It takes all of his willpower to keep from pushing her against his desk and kissing her until they need to come up for air. He swallows hard and slowly slips his hand from hers. "Um…w-we should…you need some lunch. Your friends… they… they saved you a seat, right?" 

He can't believe this petite woman has made him into this blushing, stuttering mess from her touch alone. No one has ever done this to him before. She is looking at him like he's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen and it makes his heart nearly stop. He isn’t prepared for this, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want it to go away either. 

"Okay, Mr. H. See you tomorrow?" 

He nods, "Yeah. Tomorrow."

[barnesafterglow]

hey guys! so i finally hit 1k not too long ago which is insane bc i feel like i just made this blog yesterday. being on this site has been the best few months of my life, honestly. i have made some of my best friends on here, and i wouldn’t give them up for the world. i’m so grateful for every single person that follows and supports me. i love you all so much <3

that being said, i thought it would be fun to do a little something for this milestone, and what better way to do that than to make it completely based around taylor swift <3. it feels fitting both because of my username, and the very first fic i ever wrote and posted was based on a taylor swift song

this challenge will start now and end on march 25th. no minimum or maximum word count, but i do ask that if it’s more than 500 words, please use a read more.

edit: if you still want to participate but weren’t able to meet the deadline, please feel free to write something - just make sure you tag me and i’ll add it to the masterlist!

rules:

my blog is 18+ and therefore this writing challenge is too

smut, fluff, and angst are all welcome! please no dark fics

please do not write anything with non/dubcon, bathroom play, underage characters (in relationships), or anything related to suicide, eating disorders, etc. (these last few in particular are very triggering to me and i will not only not read them, but block anyone who submits them)

tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #all’s well writing challenge

message me/send me an ask if you have any other questions!

i will be going through and reading these as they are posted (to the best of my ability), and adding them to a masterlist that i’ll post when all of them are submitted! if it has been more than a couple days since you posted and i haven’t reblogged it yet, shoot me a message or an ask because i may have missed it

below are some suggested prompts, but any lyrics/anything taylor swift related can be used! you also don’t have to use specific lyrics, it can just be the vibe of the line/song. just please be sure to include what the prompt is at the beginning/in your author’s note :) you don’t need to claim a prompt, they can be used by multiple people because i think everyone can make their own unique story!

fluff

“this love is difficult but it's real” love story, fearless

“can't help it if there's no one else” hey stephen, fearless

“the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours” ours, speak now

“i'll be loving you for quite some time” stay stay stay, red

“all i feel in my stomach is butterflies” everything has changed, red

“just grab my hand and don't ever drop it” i know places, 1989

“you are the one i have been waiting for” king of my heart, reputation

“now i've read all of the books beside your bed” paper rings, lover

“all along there was some, invisible string, tying you to me” / “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” invisible string, folklore

angst

“and i was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone” tim mcgraw, taylor swift

“even now just looking at you feels wrong” should’ve said no, taylor swift

“and my heart's not breaking, 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all” the way i loved you, fearless

“and i stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all” forever & always, fearless

“it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you” back to december, speak now

“you never called it what it was” / “when your brooklyn broke my skin and bones” all too well, red

”gone was any trace of you, i think i am finally clean” clean, 1989

“but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?” / “tryna find a part of me you didn't take up” death by a thousand cuts, lover

“i knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line” cardigan, folklore

“august sipped away, like a bottle of wine, 'cause you were never mine” august, folklore

“now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life” tolerate it, evermore

misc. (ones i really don’t know how to categorize/could go multiple ways)

“but i know you wish it was me” speak now, speak now

“broke your heart, i'll put it back together” how you get the girl, 1989

“should've known i'd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me” getaway car, reputation

“all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting” / “i don't want you like a best friend” dress, reputation

“tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine” / “i don't wanna lose this with you” afterglow, lover

“breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it” / “if our love died young, i can't bear witness” right where you left me, evermore

“everybody wonders what it would be like to love you” gold rush, evermore

characters:

any mcu characters

any sebastian stan characters (except tommy lee and jeff gillooly)

any chris evans characters

if you want to write another character feel free to send me a message and ask!

no pressure tags if people want to signal boost <3

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[scxrlettwxtches]

of secret rendezvous and fishnet tights | lee felix

genre: fluff, very very slight angst (?), idol au

warnings: heavy makeout session uwu

prompt: secret relationship -- aka lee felix enjoying your group’s concept change a little too much and having an existential crisis about it

word count: ~2k+

a/n: i hope this is alright, love! it’s a little more *ahem* steamy than what i normally write, so i apologize in advance if this isn’t what you were looking for!! >.< i also wanted to thank everyone for their super sweet words about my last seungmin fic. it really made me feel better about coming out of hiatus. as always, i love you all, and please feel free to leave comments and constructive criticism for me! <3 mwah (repost again cause the tags literally hate me)

You weren’t sure when your life became hushed whispers, fleeting kisses and empty closets, but once you agreed to date Lee Felix, it was all you knew.

“L-lix,” you let out a gasp as your boyfriend wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips against your cheek, trailing them down to your jaw, “Lix, darling, the door is still open--”

“Fuck the door,” he growled under his breath, sending shivers down your spine as you noticed him reach back and close the door with his foot, “I’ve missed you so much.”

You melted at those words, and your arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer as you stumbled until your back hit the wall of the closet, “It’s only been two weeks since we’ve met…”

“Two weeks too long,” Felix’s voice turned to a petulant whine as he cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours almost hungrily. He knew this was wrong, he knew that Chan would probably scold him to the moon and back when they made it to the dorms, but he couldn’t wait.

You let out the softest of whines against his lips, overwhelmed and excited by Felix’s unusual eagerness. He wasn’t usually like this, rather opting for soft kisses and gentle touches. This, this felt like almost a carnal desire, and you briefly wondered what had happened to make Felix act this way.

“Baby, baby,” you cooed breathlessly, carding your fingers through his hair before you finally manage to pull away from his barrage of kisses, cupping his cheek to make him look at you, “Are you alright?”

Felix’s pout almost made you wanted to kiss him again. He looked quite like a kicked puppy, leaning into your touch as his grip tightened around  your waist, “Just missed you. Is that so shocking to hear?” he mumbled, averting his eyes as he tried to capture your lips once more, only for you to press to gentle fingers to his lips.

“Hey, Lix, talk to me, hm?” You smiled that soft, heartwarming smile that made Felix downright giddy. You only ever smiled at him like that. He’s never seen you smile like that to anyone else, your fellow group members, the camera, your fans. It was his smile.

The boy could never refuse you when you gave him that look, and he let out a sigh, allowing his head to droop and rest on your chest. He didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to, it was so embarrassing--

“You didn’t tell me your group was doing a concept change,” Felix finally mumbled out, his fingers playing with the leather straps that looped around your body as part of your performance outfit.

You blinked in utter surprise, eyes widening as you asked with your amusement barely hidden, “So, you shoved me into a broom closet because you got turned on by me wearing leather straps?”

“Don’t say it like that!” He frowned, looking up at you from where his chin was resting on your chest, a clear pout on his face, “You have no idea how hard it was to watch your comeback stage yesterday and keep a straight face around the other boys and the stylists.”

You could no longer hide your flustered giggles at this point, making Felix turn an even more adorable shade of pink as he huffed out, “It’s true! And it’s not just the straps,” his hands trailed from your waist down to the outside of your thigh with a ghost-like touch, “I-it’s the fishnets, too…”

“What? Is it too much?” you teased, brushing the strands of hair away from his face as you cooed internally, watching him shake his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Not too much, not at all. You just look so good,” he confessed, hiding his face as you felt him grow even more embarrassed, “I didn’t think you could look any more beautiful than you normally do, but I was so wrong.”

Your heart leapt out of your chest at those words, and you felt such a compelling urge to show your love, to touch him, to do anything that could convey just how much you loved Lee Felix. In the end, you settled with guiding his head up so you could press your lips delicately against his, an action that Felix was more than happy to comply with.

“I hate hiding,” he muttered against your lips as he grew more eager, standing up to his full height and effectively towering over you as he pressed you carefully against the wall, “I hate seeing how perfect you are on stage and not being able to tell everyone that you’re mine, that I’m so proud of you, that you’re my amazing girlfriend--”

“One day,” you replied softly, a phrase that you’ve repeatedly uttered whenever Felix got in these moods, “One day, when it won’t impact your group and mine.”

Felix let out a low growl at your words, trailing his kisses down to your neck as he played with the straps of your outfit, “I’m tired of waiting. Is what we’re doing so wrong that we have to hide like thieves?”

You sighed, pulling away slightly so you could look into his eyes as you poke, "It's not wrong," you said with a gentle smile, "One day. We'll go on dates, watch movies, go shopping without having to worry."

His hands cupped your cheek, bringing you impossibly closer as he kissed the tip of your nose, "I guess you have a point," he grumbled, although his disgruntled expression slowly began to fade into a look of love and restrained affectionI as if making up for all the times he had to stand beside you on stage, forcing himself to feign indifference even when his hands were itching to hold you, to touch you.

The poor boy's displeasure was glaringly obvious, especially for you, and you couldn't help but giggle, "Enough about sad things," you said, tugging at his jacket to pull him flush against you, "Are you free tonight? I don't have a schedule after this performance."

Felix's expression was never one to hide anything, and you watched as his face visibly brightened at your words, "I never thought I'd ever hear those words from you," he said excitedly. You were always so, so busy with everything, from your group activities to your acting career. Of course he was proud of you, he was more than proud of you for everything you were accomplishing. It was everything you've ever wanted, after all; he'd known that ever since you two had met as JYP trainees.

Still, sometimes, just sometimes, the little green monster that lived in the crevices of his heart wished that you would spend more time with him.

You smiled guiltily at his words, as if you already knew the thoughts he was hiding, "I know I haven't been the best girlfriend recently," you admitted, stroking his cheek, "I know I've been cancelling dates and being a little distant. I've worried you, haven't I?"

Felix held you tightly, shaking his head. It was almost heartbreaking to see how genuinely sincere he was when he looked at you, "I'm your boyfriend," he chuckled, pecking your lips, "It's my job to worry."

"Either way, I shouldn't make you worry unnecessarily," you said and your boyfriend only laughed quietly as he buried his face in your neck, both of you knowing that he would never lose his constant concern over your wellbeing. It wasn't like you were any different when it came to him, if you were being honest.

"You’re distracting me," you complained, realizing that Felix's gentle, goading lips on the soft skin of your neck were clouding your thoughts and making your brain fuzzy.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he replied almost smugly, nipping your skin and feeling your body react immediately, tensing against him. Gosh, you never made it easy for him to keep his hands to himself!

You let out a shaky sigh as you felt him pressing you further against the wall, your hands automatically running up and down his toned back, "You know, I'm trying to find a way to spend more time with you, and you're ironically not helping."

"I don't wanna plan. I just wanna spend time with you now," Felix was almost on cloud nine at this point, your familiar perfume wafting into his nose as he continued to attack at your neck, still remembering to be careful not to leave marks (although he'd very much want to).

You caved, just as you always did, tilting your head to the side to give him better access while your hands slipped under his shirt, "Alright. You win. How much time do we have? Aren’t you performing soon?"

"Jisung's standing outside. He’ll knock when I need to go,” he spoke against your skin.

“Wow, does he owe you a favor?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of shy, awkward little Jisung standing outside in the moment, playing with his hands as he tried to act natural.

“Just one or two,” Felix replied, pulling at your waist and squeezing the supple flesh gently.

You smiled, humming softly as you let him play as he wished, “It’s a little bit unfair to make him stand guard in front of a closet, don’t you think?”

Felix didn’t respond to your question with words. Rather, he suddenly lunged forward, effectively taking your breath away as he captured your lips with his, the ferocity of his movement causing your heart to pound.

“Enough about Jisung,” he growled under his breath as he pulled away just a hair, your lips now wet and kiss-swollen. This Felix didn’t come out very often, triggered by a mixture of unresolved sexual wanting and jealousy. And boy, did you love every moment he acted like this.

Your fingers found their permanent place in his hair as he kissed you again, drowning you in pleasure and relief. You had always thought that there was no greater feeling than being on stage, but this, this sensation of being swept away with love was incomparable. Felix couldn’t seem to get enough of you, kissing and nipping at your lips as his hands played with the leather straps around the upper half of your body, pulling and snapping them back against your torso and making you whimper.

Oh, this was a big problem. Neither of you will be able to stop very soon. What time was it again? Who was performing at the moment? You couldn’t even remember your own name as Felix explored your mouth with his eager tongue, the kiss dirty and perfect. A hand trailed down your soft thigh, lifting your leg up against his waist and beginning to play with the patterns of your leggings when-

The sound of frantic knuckles wrapping against the closet door startled both of you, and you would’ve almost unceremoniously fell on your butt if Felix did not grab your waist in the nick of time. The closet was dim, with light peeking in from the crevices of the door, but you were sure you looked a mess, and you thanked the gods that you had already performed for the day.

“Times’ up,” you sighed, trying not to sound disappointed as Felix held you close, burying his face in your soft hair.

“Don’t wanna go,” he said in frustration, obviously all worked up just like you were. Unfortunately, Jisung knocked on the door again, much more anxiously than the last.

You reached up, petting his head, “I know, baby. I know, but you should at least save your friend from having to explain why you’re in a broom closet with another idol, don’t you think?” you suggested.

Felix sighed, lifting his head to bend down and kiss your lips, “I guess you’re right,” he mumbled lowly against your soft lips. You expected him to take his leave right then and there, but to your surprise, his lips trailed to your ear, kissing your lobe as he growled.

“I’m going to rip those fishnets off tonight, angel.”

Gosh, you couldn’t wait.

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a/n: f in the chat for jisung lol

[charlesleclerc2003]

Rescued

Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: The reader finally escapes her abusive family covered in cuts and bruises. She unknowingly knocks on Jensen's door and promptly collapses.

Warnings: Assault, passing out, possible TRIGGERING content, hospital, talks of abuse, injuries, blood, scared reader, concerned Daneel and Jensen, Jensen and Daneel adopting reader.

If anyone can think of any warnings I've missed please let me know either in a ask or personal message. I want to make sur that I set Warnings correctly.

Word Count: 1,350

A/N: I thought of this off the top of my head whilst cooking dinner and thought I'd share it with all of you.

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Your POV

You stumbled down the road, the screaming of your parents echoing in your ears. Tears steaming down your face you glance back at the hell hole that had been your home for the past Y/A years.

It all started when your parents came back drunk, yet again. Your father had stomped into your room, belt in hand and proceeded to hit you, you had grown accustomed to it. Usually he stopped within a few minuets, but not this time. He just kept hitting, the belt leaving large welts across your back. You tried getting away but he wasn't having any of it. Pulling you back by your hair. Gathering the strength you bring your elbow back into his groin, forcing him off you.

Scrambling to your feet you push towards the front door, only to be stopped by your mother. She had a beer bottle in her hand and started hitting you with it. Breaking immediately, shards of glass dug into your skin. Blood already dripping onto the floor. Shoving her hard, she landed on the glass coffee table knocking her out cold.

Forgoing shoes you threw open the front door and bolted out into the street. The pavement was hot against the soles of your feet, but you didn't care. You would do anything to get away. Your father stuck his head out of the door and started screaming profanities at you, along with your mother. It only succeeded in spurring you on further.

You ran until you could no longer hear their screams , until your lungs burned for air and your muscles screamed in protest. Glancing down at yourself, you saw the multitude of cuts and bruises that littered your body. Even though you were Y/A you were small.

Looking around you found you were in front of a fairly large house. Taking small steps, and stumbling occasionally, you reached the large black door and weakly knocked. Your vision swam as the door was pulled open. There was a tall man stood in grey sweatpants and a black tee stood in the door.

Jensen POV

There was a light knock at the door, too light to be Jared. Getting up I opened it seeing a small girl, littered with cuts, swaying on my doorstep. All of a sudden she collapsed and whacked her head on the frame. Quickly crouching down I checked if she was breathing, letting out a sigh of relief when she was.

Pulling out my phone I called an ambulance.

"Jay? Who is it." Daneel asked walking towards me.

"She just showed up on the door step, Dee she's covered in cuts." I replied trying to rouse the girl. Nothing was working.

I told the 911 call handler what had happened and where we were, whilst Daneel kept the kids away. They didn't need to see this. Before long an ambulance and police pulled up to take the kid to hospital while the police questioned me on what happened.

Your POV

You woke to the annoying sound of beeping in your ear. Groaning you open your eyes only to be met with bright white. Closing them again a soft female voice comes from your right.

"Hey, how you feeling?"

You open your eyes again, turning your head you see warm brown eyes and flowing red hair.

"Sore." You mumble, with a small smile. Glad to finally be away from them. After Y/A years you were free, or so you thought.

"Yeah, I'd imagine you would be. Your parents are in the waiting room, they want to see you."

Your eyes widened, as you shook your head violently.

"No please, don't let them in, please I beg you." Your heart rate sped up as well as your breathing.

"Hey calm down sweetie, we won't send them in if you don't want to see them. Just breathe for a sec." The red haired woman soothed.

Nodding, you sucked in a few heavy breaths, instantly feeling calmer.

"That's it, I'm Daneel but you can call me Dee if you want." You nodded as the door opened and a man walked in. Tensing up you grab Daneel's wrist, as you notice he had something in his hand.

"It's okay, it's only my husband. This is Jensen." Daneel wrapped your hand with hers.

"How are you?" Jensen asked, standing behind Daneel, bending down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

You shrugged, wincing when it pulled at the cuts on your back and chest.

"Her parents want to come in." Jensen whispered to Daneel. You didn't hear already feeling sleepy. Closing your eyes, sleep enveloped you.

Jensen POV

"No don't send her parents in, she freaked out when I told her." Daneel replied, glancing at the now sleeping girl.

"Do you think they did this to her?"

"With her reaction, I'd say yes. Who would do this to their own flesh and blood?" Dee sighed, brushing some hair away from the girls face. A few tears slid down both of our cheeks as we sat in silence.

"What if we adopt her? Then she could have a loving family, one that wouldn't hurt her. That would give her unconditional love." She sniffled, looking up at me.

"Yeah, I think she'd like that." I smiled.

The next few days were long, or they seemed that way at least. We spent the entire time learning everything there was to know about this girl.

Her name was Y/N, she loves the colour Y/F/C, she's always wanted siblings, and a dog. She loved the idea of us adopting her. Her parents signed over custody immediately, with no hesitation.

We brought the kids to meet her, JJ insisted on calling Y/N het big sister already and Zeppelin and Arrow quickly warmed up to her. Jared came round with Gen and met her, they left the kids with Jared's parents so Y/N didn't get overwhelmed.

When the time came to take Y/N home Dee's parent's took the kids so she could settle in. She had a room close to ours, In case she had a nightmare. So far if one of us was in the room with her she would sleep peacefully.

We ordered pizza and watched tv for a while until Y/N fell asleep in my lap, my fingers running gently through her hair.

6 Months Later

Your POV

You've been with the Ackles for six months now, and they've been the best six months of your life. They even threw you a birthday party, you've never had a birthday party before. Everyone accepted you so quickly, it was like you had always been a part of their family.

Sure there had been setbacks, like when Jensen's brother, Josh, met you the first time. He had came at you a bit too quickly and frightened you. You hid behind Jensen shaking for a while until Jensen calmed you. Now it was like that had never happened, Josh was always telling you funny stories about Jensen.

Or when you went up to Vancouver for the first time, to watch Jensen film. The yelling and noises sent you back almost all the way back to square one. From then on Jensen always made sure that if you were with him that during those scenes you were in either his or Jared's trailer.

For all the set backs, there has been massive steps forward. Like calling Jensen dad for the first time. There were lots of tears spilled and lots of hugs given, the same with calling Daneel mom for the first time.

The first time you went to a party or brought a boy home, those were especially big occasions.

You finally had a normal and happy life. With a family that didn't want to hurt you. One that loved you for who you were, they treated you like a person rather than a punching bag.

More importantly they treated you like you were their daughter. That was something you had never had, but now you had it you wouldn't change it for anything. They had rescued you, and for that you were forever thankful.

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[chuckbass-love]

Prompt: Johnny storm was sexually assaulted as a child and they why he overcompensates with sex. The team finding out or sue telling the team

A/N: Hey lovely, i am so so sorry that i've taken ages to write this. I've had a lot going on but i'm finally and slowly but surely getting my requests done for everyone so i can open them back up soon enough. I really appreciate your patience. This is gonna be a really triggering post, so please make sure you pay attention to the warnings before proceeding. I'd also like to take the time to let all of my followers know that if they are upset by any of the topics in this fic that i am always here to talk. I will never judge or turn you away, everyone needs someone to talk to. I have also made up some of the details regarding Johnny and Sue’s parents in this fic.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, talk of sexual abuse/assault in detail, swearing, violence and just all around very triggering. Please be careful when reading if any of the above unsettles, triggers or upsets you.

Word Count: 2,576

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @evansensations go check them out💜

Hold My Hand

After that night, that dreaded night when Johnny Storm was only 10 years old - and Sue, 15 years old - everything changed. 

They lost their parents and their entire world came crumbling down, leaving nothing but a gaping hole unable to be filled in its wake. 

Unfortunately for young Johnny and Sue Storm, their misfortune continued for many years to come post the loss of their parents and it led them into a miserable life with foster parents that couldn’t have cared any less for them had they actively tried to. 

Johnny was always a playful boy, one who enjoyed the simple things such as running through large fields and rolling down hills with sue until they got too dizzy to go again.

However Sue was more of a hang out with her mates kind of kid. Sure she let Johnny tag along now and again and even sacrificed her plans to stick around and look out for him but nothing could have prepared her for the pain that eventually consumed her younger brother.

You see when he first moved into his new foster parents’ home, everything was okay, if you could even say that. But it soon took a turn for the worst one evening when their foster father, Bart had yelled at him for forgetting to wash his hands before dinner.

He went ballistic, unnecessarily so. Sue even tried to intervene, assuring Bart that Johnny would just go and wash his hands that instant but it didn’t work. He banished Johnny to his room, refusing to feed the poor boy. 

Once everyone had eaten and gone to bed though, that’s when the real terror began.

He crept into Johnny’s room late at night, slipping underneath the covers of his bed before Johnny finally woke up. He turned over to see Bart staring down at him, the creepiest and most sinister smile plastered across his evil face as he felt his foster father reach his hand down toward his genitals. 

“N-no, w-what’re you doing?” Johnny whined, trying his hardest to push the unwanted intrusion away.

For a young boy, Johnny was very clued up about a lot of things, he knew right from wrong and it was all down to his parents and Sue raising him this way. And just like he knew not to cuss or hurt anyone, he knew that what Bart was doing wasn’t right.

“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about behaving like a dirty little boy. If you forget to wash your hands tomorrow before breakfast then i will be forced to teach you another lesson, similar to this one. So make sure to remember, or i can make life for you very miserable”

And just as quickly as he’d appeared in Johnny’s bed, he’d disappeared.

You can still recall the night that Johnny had opened up to you about all of this.

You’d been going back and forth with him for months, enduring his flirtatious ways and even doing some flirting yourself. But even though he’d wink at you and talk to you like you were the only one he was interested in, you’d still catch him doing the same to others.

He was a fuck boy to say the least.

Eventually you told him that if he was going to continue to pursue you then he had to give his promiscuous lifestyle, a decision he made in almost a split second.

He wrote off anyone else and focused all of his attention on you. But as always, you felt as though he was emotionally detached, you just couldn’t get close enough to him and it was becoming a problem. You had tried to talk over breakfast one morning after he had spent the night at yours but he shut down, instead he changed the subject and seduced you.

You were utterly baffled. Why could he never get vulnerable with you, talk about anything deep and meaningful? Why was it always about sex and getting naked without the added emotional nudity. It had made you feel as though all you were to him was a means to an end, a quick fuck to get his end away before leaving to go about his other plans.

However, one night after multiple failed attempts at a conversation with him that didn’t end in sex, you found yourself laying on his huge king sized bed, back arching off of it as he lay in between your legs, lapping at your petal like folds and sucking on your bundle of nerves.

As you came with a frantic cry of his name, he began to kiss his way back up to your tempting lips but before he could even get inside of you, you paused, pushing on his chest to move him off of you.

“Do you even like me?” you asked, brows furrowed in sadness, unsure if you even meant anything more to him than sex. 

He seemed extremely hurt at your assumption that his feelings ran no deeper than a fling but still, he answered you with all of the honesty he could muster, he wanted so badly for you to believe him.

“Of course, of course i like you. Where is all of this coming from?” he inquired as he used his index finger to lift your head up, wanting your eyes to meet his so you could see how much he meant every word.

“You never want to talk about other things, every conversation and every meet up always ends in sex. I don’t know, i just.... i just don’t feel wanted by you in the way that i want you” 

He couldn’t believe it. Johnny Storm was rendered speechless. He didn’t realise he was so emotionally detached when it came to you because he’d only ever been used to flings. This was new territory for him.

You sat there in silence, both of you just thinking and waiting. Neither one of you were ready to speak again though. So the silence continued. 

Johnny mulled over everything in his head, the events of months prior to that night, his courting of you, if you could even call it that. It’s an old fashioned term but it’s what he did. Especially since he never had sex with you until he agreed to give you his undivided attention. 

You’d never been the type of woman to sleep around and he knew that, it was abundantly clear the moment he first spoke to you, you had a level of respect for yourself. Sure, one night stands or random hookups weren’t necessarily a bad thing and they still aren’t but you preferred to be involved romantically with the person as opposed to just seeing them casually.

As the silence continued, you decided enough was enough.

“Johnny” you urged, shifting closer to him “what’s holding you back? And don’t say nothing because it’s clearly something”

Your question struck a chord in him as he closed his eyes. 

Memories of those years came flooding back. 

He had been living with Bart and Mary for a year at one point and he had recently turned 11 years old. 

Sue was out with some friends, they had gone to the mall, she even offered Johnny an invitation but he declined. He was too excited to get out into the huge garden being as it was a sunny day. 

But before he could exit his room, Bart entered, locking it as soon as he closed the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he muttered viciously, walking around Johnny as he tried to stand tall but it was no use.

“I’m going to play in the garden, sir” he answered confidently, or as confidently as humanly possible for a boy filled to the brim with fear, he even added on a nod for good measure.

“Oh really? But you haven’t washed the dishes from breakfast yet”

“It’s not my turn today, sir, i-”

“How dare you answer back. Mary has done too much for you and your sister lately. It’s high time you pulled your weight. Dishes must be washed before you play. Chores always come first” he scowled, looking down his nose at the young boy. But as he nodded, Bart squatted down in front of him.

“You and i both know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, don’t we?”

His tone was menacing, his stance was predatory. Johnny knew all too well what would happen. Hence the reason why he nodded and shuffled out of the room and down to the kitchen without uttering another word. He washed the dishes, made sure they were gleaming before waiting for Mary to assess the job he had done.

Once she gave the all clear, he was able to play outside but at that point he didn’t want to.

Looking back on his childhood trauma, the pain he suffered at the hands of a callous man, it causes him to think about just why he has avoided a monogamous relationship all of this time. 

Maybe it’s because he struggles to trust or open up. Because getting into something serious would only complicate his life and his partners. All of the shit he’s endlessly tormented himself with for years is baggage no woman deserves to carry around too.

All of this is probably why he’s overcompensated with sex. It’s been his way of regaining control of his body after Bart. His way of convincing himself it didn’t happen, that he didn’t endure years of sexual abuse at the hands of his guardian. 

“Johnny” you called out once more, in hopes to reach him but still he sat there, staring into space as he shivered.

“I was 10 years old, my parents had just passed away and me and Sue were forced to live with this older married couple. The man, Bart. He hated me, couldn’t stand the sight of me and every time i was in his eye line, he tutted, rolled his eyes or searched for something to pick on me for”

You didn’t dare to speak, instead you showed him the respect he clearly needed by sitting still and listening intently in that moment.

“One night after i was sent off to my room without any dinner, he crept into my bed” you watched his eyes, searched them for any signs of discomfort and the moment they met yours, you placed your hand on his forearm, offering your support.

“You don’t have to tell me th-”

“He touched me....everywhere. Told me that if i were to ever misbehave again then worse things would happen. I had to be extra careful after that night but even then, he wasn’t done with me. He found any excuse to get me alone and do more things. Things that make me sick even now”

“Oh, Johnny” you murmured, closing your eyes as tears fell down your cheeks.

“It continued for years and years until Sue turned 18. She knew all about it eventually when i had confided in her. She did whatever she could to put a stop to it but soon enough we came to the realisation that the only way to truly stop it was to wait until she could become my legal guardian and move out”

The pain in his voice caused your heart to ache uncontrollably, the thought of him enduring that, the thought of a young and lost little boy wishing the days away until he could finally be set free is truly awful.

You can recall the way you gave his arm a gentle squeeze, it was your way of assuring him to take it slow.

“It’s one of the reasons why i’ve slept around so much. It was the only way i could take back the control, the control of my own body and what i wanted to use it for. Instead of having him decide”

And again, in that moment everything made sense. All of the fuck boy antics, all of the endless flirting with you and how everything led to sex. You finally got him, understood him. 

“You’re so brave” you hummed your appreciation for your man as you moved to cuddle into him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Johnny didn’t feel brave, not even years after the horrible events that took place whilst he lived with Mary and Bart. He felt weak, hopeless and a coward. He didn’t speak to anyone other than Sue about his torture. For all he knew, Bart could have gone on to do the same thing to other helpless young boys and god only knows he’d get away with it.

But you’ve never called him brave because he got through it, like he always liked to assume. In fact you called him brave because not only did he live through it, but he also grew up and is still coping with it now. It takes a lot of guts and bravery to live with something as difficult as that. Johnny Storm is brave, strong and a man who deserves love like no other.

Following his confession that night, you spent the rest of it wrapping him up in your arms and cuddling until the two of you eventually fell asleep. It was nice for once just opening up to one another all the more, confessing even the silliest of things like all the times you embarrassed yourself in public. But it felt like then you had both become a lot closer. 

Now two years on, you’re still together. No more ghosts in your closet to burden either of you or even destroy the solid foundations you’ve built together. 

Every now and again, he’ll talk about his struggles and you understand that he only does it because talking and opening up is a huge healer for him. 

Sue noticed a drastic change in him after that night too and her only words to you were “thank you” and you can see now looking back in hindsight that she was aware he opened up and she was thankful that you stuck with him and she was thankful that you were supportive.

But how could anyone ever come to leave someone like Johnny? He has always been such a bright burning light in your life, and although the brightest lights hide even the darkest of demons, he was always your lifeline whenever you needed him to be. So you reciprocated, became his lifeline too, held his hand through the wars and covered him with your body to take the bullets. You bared the wounds for him and as a big sister, that’s all Sue ever wanted for her younger brother and also for him to be genuinely care free and happy. You made that come true.

Trauma affects everyone in different ways, this is known to be true and there is no right way of dealing with it. But Johnny should always be extremely proud of himself for how he dealt with it. 

One day, Bart will get his comeuppance.

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@ssongpyeon This is part 2 of answering your ask! I would reblog my first post but when I do so it removes it from the tags... So yeah...

So. I said I'd give my heavier headcanons. So warning, this could be triggering to some people, because Beyblade is extremely damn dark, and this is only darker. (Triggers in the tags.) They’re headcanons about the show because the manga is another pair of hands.

-I headcanon that Doji is his uncle (his mother's brother), actually. I think Reiji's parents were very busy because they are rich, but not the kind to just sit on their wealth and accumulate more wealth, unlike most ultra-rich people, they actually work, but they have a terrible work/life balance so they often ended up neglecting their child(ren), barely hiring nannies to take care of him (them). Doji, on the other hand, was jealous of his older sister getting most of the money and power (even though he still received plenty of money himself), and that, along with the fact he's an awful person, was what decided him to create the Dark Nebula to get more power. Except at first he didn't know L-Drago existed, so he spent years and years coming up with different schemes and plans to take control. Ryuga became part of his schemes after some time, but their 'collaboration' was still relatively recent. Reiji on the other hand has been a part of this very early on, ever since Doji offered to "take care of him" (when he was ‪around 7-9‬ years-old?), and his parents agreed because they thought it was still better for him to be raised by his uncle than by strangers. (I mean, his mom was dubious at first because she knew her brother, but she assumed he was trying to apologize for their tense relationship.)

Obviously, this was all very wrong.

Doji, indeed, had just cooked up a plan that was a bit more likely to succeed than the others, and he needed a pawn for it to work. Someone naive, someone who would trust him blindly, someone he could bend and break and reshape as he wished. And who better suited for that role than a child who knew nothing of the real world?

Especially a child who already knew about Beyblade, and to whom he wouldn’t have to teach EVERYTHING about how to play. (Even if Doji didn’t yet know about the dark power at the time, he had still noticed how incredible beys could be, and he was able to tell that something could be done with that.)

Indeed, thanks to his connection with his bey, (and also because he would spent a lot of time training on his own, since he didn’t really have anything else to do,) Reiji was already quite a good blader (well, not THAT good but like... Acceptable for a child. And Doji didn’t really have any other choice anyway, so he couldn’t be picky.)

So Doji took him under his wing, and tried to use him without him noticing. After all, why would a child have doubted him?

... Except Doji is the most suspicious person ever, and that Reiji already didn't trust people much, because it seemed very weird to him that someone he didn't know would just take him in and be nice. (I can only imagine that during his childhood, kids hated him because his parents were rich so they assumed he could have anything he wanted, and that if he refused to share, it was because he was mean. It wasn't.)

So anyway Reiji didn't trust Doji, to the point where it made Doji's entire plan fail. Also because it wasn't a solid plan (I mean, have you seen Doji's ideas? Seriously? The man can't think for more than two seconds to save his life. Anyone whose plan is ‘step 1. conquer the world! Step 2. ???‘ can’t think for more than two seconds to save their life.)

The whole failure meant Doji had to find a new plan. And as previously stated, Doji is bad at thinking up ideas.

So Doji kept scheming, but also trying to understand what to do with his nephew (he couldn’t pretend he couldn’t stand him as an excuse to give him back to his parents, since he might have needed him again later on). He also felt that he actually had to gain his trust, otherwise he wouldn’t manage to do anything.

And to do this, he would have to do something. To create Reiji Mizuchi, out of this lonely, quiet, useless kid.

So he staged the kidnapping.

/!\ Alright so I warned there would be some triggering stuff in there. THIS IS IT NOW. If you wish to proceed, it’s at your own risk. /!\

So my headcanon is that Doji... Got random goons to kidnap Reiji, lock him up in one of his mansions for a few months (which would later on become one of the Dark Nebula’s headquarters, where Reiji was obviously not allowed)... And to torture him by putting electrodes on his head and giving him shocks, as they forced him to listen to the same words being said over and over again each time he was shocked —positive words, encouraging words, determined words... In one word... Friendship. Everything about friendship.

Want to make sure someone will never, ever have any friends, who could interfere with your plans and actually save the person you’re manipulating? Make the very concept of friendship hurt them like Hell.

And that’s what Doji did. And that’s why during his battle against Kenta, when Kenta starts talking about winning for his friends, Reiji... Loses it. Starts clutching his head, saying “it hurts, it hurts! It really hurts!!” Why would he be faking this? He is actually hurt. My headcanon (theory?????) is that his mind now associates the words/ideas with being shocked, which is horribly painful, and that this is what makes him freak out, and start going crazy (crazier than he was at least). To disprove this theory, you may say that he wasn’t hurt because of Kenta’s words, but because Kenta was about to beat him. To which I say no. Because otherwise, he would have similarly freaked out during his fight against Gingka. And he didn’t. He was extremely scared, but not hurt. He didn’t, as Doji put it, “have to use his true power”. (Sorry if my retranscription of what they said in the episodes is approximative, I’m relying on my memory and while I basically know the French version by heart, I don’t know the English one as well.)

Soooooo there you have it. But that’s not over. After the torture, when Doji deemed he was “ready”, he showed up at the mansion with three or four other goons disguised as cops who “arrested” the “bad guys” in front of Reiji’s eyes. In other words, Doji pretended that someone else had kidnapped him, but that he had been looking for him the whole time and that now he had finally found him, everything would be okay.

All of this to both earn Reiji’s trust, make sure that he would not make any friends (who could have proved to Reiji that Doji was evil), and even give him a good reason to make Reiji stay put (his excuse for basically locking him up in his bedroom being “so it’s easier to protect you”).

It was also a way to encourage him to become a better blader, “so you can protect yourself”.

So that’s what Doji did, keep Reiji alone in his bedroom, slowly becoming crazier and even more brainwashed as everything he had access to was controlled by Doji, everything he was told was said by Doji, everything he could watch on TV (to analyze other bladers’ moves and both learn from their techniques, and learn to hate them since unlike him, they never had to suffer) was recorded and put there by Doji...

And that’s how Doji created the perfect little monster, the perfect little puppet.

Later on, when he learned about the dark power, and learned the Hagane family was the one in charge of protecting it, all Doji had to do was to tell Reiji that hey, after years of searching for the one behind your terrible-horrible-awful tragedy, we finally found him, and his name is Ryo Hagane.

Which makes Reiji want revenge upon him. And what better revenge, whispers Doji after he realizes that Ryo was less of a threat than he thought and Gingka is the one to watch out for, than completely destroying Ryo’s most precious possession? No, not his bey, though it would kill two birds with one stone... But his darling, darling son. Annihilated, right in front of his eyes, as he watches helplessly. He pretends to be dead, that traitor, but we know it’s not true. He is merely hiding, hiding from his sins, so his crimes will remain unpunished. But he made a mistake. He didn’t realize that you — the one he broke, the one he hurt, the one he tortured without an ounce of pity — would be better than them all. Would not be weak. Would be powerful enough to avenge yourself. So go, my child.

Avenge yourself.

—> Okay so I... Went a bit off-course... But you get the idea. There you go. That’s... My main theory about Reiji’s past.

So yeah, I definitely agree with you about Reiji actually being the key element of at least one of Doji's ideas. Which made him, yes, Doji’s plan B should plan A (using Ryuga to get L-drago's power) fail.

-Though, I mean, I do have another theory. It’s a bit less comprehensive, but I think it’s interesting nonetheless.

It once again mostly focuses on Kenta and Reiji’s fight in episode 44 because that scene of Reiji freaking the hell out lives in my head rent-free. And it doesn’t just live in my head rent-free (I mean, all of Reiji’s scenes live in my head rent-free, it’s nothing special). But this one... This one has a fucking castle in my head, with twelve swimming pools and three parks. This one has underwear made of gold and a crown made of cheese. Hot digitty dang darnit.

It’s about Reiji’s snake eyes.

See, usually, his snake eyes are like this. You probably already know it.

HOWEVER, when he starts screaming about being in pain, as you may have noticed, his snake eyes become like THIS.

It’s not a mistake, as they stay like that the whole scene, starting when he starts hurting and ending only when Gingka interrupts the fight. It’s on PURPOSE.

So we have two options. Either you are a normal person, so you say “oh, this is symbolic”.

Either you are a completely deranged madman, and you go “well OBVIOUSLY it means Reiji’s snake eyes are devices given to him by Doji, and that have been made to electrocute him so he’ll go on a rampage whenever they are activated because he doesn’t understand where the pain is coming from and mistakenly assumes it’s caused by his opponent, when really it’s just Doji pressing a button”. And, since during Gingka and Reiji’s fight, Doji wasn’t there because he was fighting Ryo... It makes sense that he couldn’t have harmed Reiji.

Okay. I don’t actually believe this theory/headcanon. Or rather I don’t really like it because I prefer my other one. (Not that I actually believe in any of my headcanons, I just think they’re neat.) But the snake eyes are looking at me and the explanation ‘it’s symbolism’ only half satisfies me.

Alright... So that was it for my theories... The rest of my headcanons are more ‘tame’... And just, logical... It’s just what happens after Battle Bladers.

-he’s still kind of scared of Gingka (he’s very prone to nightmares) but it’s getting better

-obviously most of his nightmares are rather about the Dark Nebula...

-he also doesn’t like televisions for obvious reasons.

-he still likes Beyblade because he likes his bey, but he doesn’t actually fight anymore, at least for a while. But he may start again in the future.

-sometimes in my “after Battle Bladers” AUs I headcanon that someone who was outraged by his treatment of Hyoma and Kenta destroys his bey, while he is busy going through the trauma of having just lost, and a bit of dissociation as he realizes that 1) if we go with my first headcanon/theory, he sees he could not avenge himself; but most of all 2) he is not the strongest so he is actually vulnerable and can be hurt at any moment. (This being represented by him turning to stone.) The trauma is obviously even worse when he sees his bey is destroyed. (Okay this is sad so uh... Let’s say it makes him realize destroying beys is awful, no matter the reason... So Gingka and his friends forgive him... And Madoka fixes his bey... Yeah LET’S GO WITH THAT.)

-the person he hates the most is Doji (don’t we all)

-ever since he understood Doji lied to him for about half of his life, he has trust issues... It slowly gets better as he meets kinder people, but it’s still something he has to fight.

[satanschild01]

No All Might? That’s Alright Prt3

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction                                                          

A/N: In all honesty this took me way too long just to finish writing this chapter, but I pushed through so I guess it’s fine. I’ve created a AO3 account recently and I’ve posted all of my previous fanfictions there so if you want to check me out, you can find me as SatansChild

Hope you all stay safe and wear a mask if you can't physically distance.Hope to update soon!

Catch you on the flip side ~ Em

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Trigger warning: Talk about death

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After making sure all of the blood was no longer on his uniform, Closing his eyes, Izuku steeled himself to walk into the All Might shrine that was his room. Sure, he still wanted to be a hero, and he admired All Might’s strength, but he couldn’t stand to be surrounded by posters and figurines of a man who couldn’t offer any sort of encouragement to a child who clearly needed it. Izuku pulled some cardboard boxes out from his closet and started filling them with everything All Might. Oboro didn’t make a sound during the time he cleaned out his room, which he was grateful for. Even though he could just feel Oboro wanting to ask questions. 

“So what are you going to do about all this stuff?” Oboro asked as Izuku changed his All Might sheets with regular black ones “You seem like such a big fan...it just seems like a waste just to keep it all in boxes.”

Izuku shrugged his shoulders.”I’m not much of a fan anymore.” he lied to mostly himself rather than to Oboro, “I guess I’ll just donate the stuff later.” Once his walls were finally bare, Izuku stuffed the now full boxes to the back of his closet and flopped onto his bed. The room stayed silent for a moment until Izuku broke the ice, “I don’t want to intrude on your personal life…but can you tell me about yourself?” he asked

“Well for the fact that I witnessed and helped you with some pretty deep stuff, it sorta would be rude if I didn’t tell you something about my previous life,” Oboro said cheekily

“H-how long have you been...you know…” Izuku paused not really wanting to complete the question.

“...dead?” Izuku nodded “I was in my second year of high school when I died and I would be 29 by now so...close to 12 years I think?”  Izuku sat there on his bed frozen

‘12 years is a long time to be a ghost or spirit to not have passed on, that is if people actually pass onto another place once they die’ Izuku thought to himself

“I was patrolling around Tasomiya Ward with one of my best friends when there was a villain attack...I was working on saving some kids when debris fell on top of me...when I woke up I was like how I am now, I couldn’t find my body anywhere so I just...travelled around…” Oboro seemed to quiet down at mentioning that he never found his body to move onto another life, so Izuku thought of ways to change the current mood of the room.

“So you were a hero in training or something?” he asked, face full of wonder, Oboro hummed in affirmation “What school did you go to?”

“I went to U.A”

“Wait really?!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, “that's so cool!”

They continued talking and asking questions back and forth, before falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes past before Izuku took a deep breath

“I...I’m sorry,” Izuku said quietly, slowly curling into himself

"Why would you be sorry kid?" Oboro’s voice was full of confusion. But Izuku only curled in on himself further.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be stuck here." As if anyone wanted to be bound to some stupid Deku...like him. And here he thought it was a whole coincidence that Oboro was with him. But instead, he just took whatever type of freedom he had to begin with.

"Hey, no! Stop that. Izuku that's not true! I'm here because I want to be!" The warmth spread all over him and he couldn't help but lean into it. “I said I'd make a hero out of you and I still plan on it."

Izuku looked up only to see the ceiling of his room, lifting his arm up to the sky and let it just float there (like what every kid does while laying on there bed contemplating on what to do next). "I wish I could see you again."

Oboro hummed. Seeming to think something through. "I don’t think there’s much out there since I was only a second-year when I died, but there could be some photos of me with friends or an article"

Izuku seemed to take that as a challenge as he went to his computer. "What did you choose to be your hero name?"

"Loud Cloud."

After scouring the web for a couple of minutes nothing showed up except for an old article from the Nikkei Shimbun newspaper, reporting the death of hero-in-training Loud Cloud. Izuku quickly exited that site choosing to search for something different. “What’s your full name Oboro?”

“Oh that’s right I didn’t tell you my full name, it is Oboro Shirakumo” Oboro replied

“Oboroshirikumo...oboroshirikumooo….here!” Izuku exclaimed pointing at the monitor’s screen. “This photo was tagged saying ‘Curry eating competition at U.A’s School Festival. Winner Hizashi Yamada from class 2-A!’ it also says the names of the people in the photo are; Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo.” 

“Oh, I remember that!” Oboro cried out laughing “The curry was soo spicy I was freaking out because I couldn’t find anything to soothe my burning throat!”

“So that’s you in the back then?” Izuku asked pointing towards a teenager who seems to be freaking out.

Oboro chuckles “Yep, the other two were my best friends!”

“Yamada looks sorta familiar what’s his hero name?” Izukku asked, curious on why the 16-year-old looked so familiar to him

“Unless he changed it before becoming a pro, which he probably would not, his hero name is Present Mic.” 

Izuku sputtered “W-wait you were close friends with THE Present Mic?!” Oboro hummed in agreement while Izuku had his miny freak out “

“Oh my god that is socool!Ilistentohisradioshoweveryday,andhe’ssuchanamazinghero,likeevenifheisdeafduetohisquirkhedoesn’tletitbotherhiman-” He stopped hearing the sound of laughter coming around his room and his lamp flickering

"Aw jeez, that’s amazing Hizashi got to get that radio show he wanted." There was a quick blast of warmth flooding around his back and chest resembling a hug. "Well anyway, you should probably head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow and a long way to go before you can have a chance at being accepted into UA!"

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" Izuku asked, eyes slowly drooping.

"I'm going to see how far I can go without being next to you, and have a look around and exploring a bit. No need to worry. I'll make sure to be careful and be here in the morning." He seemed to pick up on his anxieties. Izuku felt warmth as Oboro slowly pet his hair back. "Goodnight, Izuku." 

The next morning Izuku woke up to warmth pulsing on his right cheek. "Hey kid it’s time to get up! You have training to do! Up and at ‘em!" Oboro’s voice was overly joyful and Izuku felt very unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm...just a bit longeeeer." He groaned turning himself over facing away from where he guesses Oboro is standing (floating?).

"Fair warning Izuku my jokes are terrible, everyone at school would always runaway once I started and I haven’t been able to talk to actual people in so long! If spaghetti were to have it’s own action movie, what would it be called?.... Mission im-pasta-ble. What did the pot eat on it’s birthday?....pancakes. What do you call a camel in a drought?....A dry hu- "

Finally, Izuku jerked up, covering his ears. “Okay. Okay, I’m up! No need to finish that.” His face started to burn a light pink across his face, (knowing what the end of the joke was) as he started to kick the blankets off only to turn towards the window and see barely any light outside. "Wha- Oboro!! The sun isn’t even out yet!"

He turned glaring into thin air hoping to make contact with him.

"Yes, it is, Izu. It's just reeeally early in the morning. There is plenty of time for you to get ready and eat before we go out for a morning run!" He was being weirdly energetic about the whole ordeal, but Izuku knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Heading to the bathroom, Izuku ran a brush through his wild curly hair and brushed his teeth. Going back to his room, Obroro pipped up. "It's a bit cool outside so I suggest you wear some long sleeves."

The entire way to his closet Izuku muttered incoherent things. In the end, he opted to wear a plain black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with written kanji saying 'tank-top' with his old dusty sneakers because his red sneakers were still on top of the roof.

Before heading out Izuku ate some toast and an orange. If he got hungry later on their run he could always eat more when they got back. As Izulu started to leave the apartment Izuku tripped over an unmarked box that was just left in front of the door.

"Ooo I wonder what it is!” Oboro seemed quite enthusiastic as Izuku went to open the box revealing his faded red shoes and yellow backpack.

"Wai-how-who found my stuff?" Izuku asked immediately putting the bag by the door and quickly changing between uncomfortable and comfortable shoes.

"I don’t know, when I got back from wandering around the package was just...there."

"Maybe someone found it and found out where I live from my contact info and address was written inside…?” Izuku wondered out loud.

“I guess so,” Oboro said looking to the bright sight of things.

‘But what if it was...All Might. Yeah, I’m glad that I don’t have to go back up there to collect my things but...I don’t want to have to depend on All Might to help me with my own problems.’

“Hey don’t think like that Izu! I know you’re not a huge fan of the guy, but you don’t have to beat yourself down like that. I know you’re better than that” Oboro spoke sternly trying to make a point, but that soon backfired as warmth spread through his body.

“Hold up- could you always hear my thoughts?” Izuku questioned as he started to jog away from the apartment.

“So far I can heat some things. Like your thoughts that way heavily on you emotionally. But it could possibly work to talk to me through your mind. So you don’t look like a freak talking to themselves.” Oboro quickly informs Izuku as to not worry him.

Sighed Izuku. That was true. Though he kept thinking about it as he jogged. As they passed Dagobah Municipal Beach, the sun had started to rise. Taking in a deep breath was the wrong reason as Izuku cringed from the awful smell of garbage. Despite the smell, Izuku took a break, taking a seat at the entrance.

"Oh gross. What is this place?" Oboro asked with a clear sound of disgust in his voice.

"Well," Izuku started."This is Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It has accumulated trash coming from the sea for years, turning it from a beautiful beach spot into a trash heap for everyone's unwanted or broken belongings." It was really a shame. As a kid, Izuku recalled going to the beach. Lie under a beach umbrella, making sandcastles. But by the time he was tall enough into the water, it was already flooded with trash by then.

"That's terrible." Oboro seemed deeply upset about this actually. It made Izuku want to do something about it. But before Izuku could voice his thoughts Oboro spoke up.

“Hey Izu, could we make a quick visit to a convenience store?”

“Sure...what exactly do you want me to get?” Izuku asked, despite having an idea what Oboro was thinking.

“Well...you’re going to need to get some garbage bags and some gloves.”

Izuku then dashed towards the nearest convenience store with determination in his eyes. A frail-looking lady turned the key to open the doors as he walked by. Causing her to recoil in slight shock, Izuku realized that with his rapid approach he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'd just come to purchase some garbage bags and some gloves.

The older woman seemed to soften something about his face as she smiled and opened his door. "Sure thing, they’re both in the last aisle on your right."

Before she went inside, Izuku thanked her and smiled back. He quickly found what he was looking for and brought a box of trash bags and a pair of workers gloves onto the counter.

"What's the hurry, son? Why do you need trash bags this early in the morning? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you?" the old woman pointed to Izuku with an accusing finger, and he shook his head quickly.

"Oh no, ma'am! I thought that I could just try and clean the beach up! I passed it while I was on my morning run!" Izuku assured, voicing Oboro’s plan

At this, the elder woman gently smiles while scanning the items. “Wow, is that right?” she said astonished, “ You know how long that place has been a mess? What makes you believe you can do it all by yourself?"

Her words weren't really painful, she was just being realistic. He knew she was right. He certainly had no obligation to clean up the beach. He could have just ignored it and easily went about his day. But he knew if he wanted to be a hero then he would need to start off the roots of how heroes came to be. How they used to work. Heroes in the beginning didn’t do what they did for fame. No. They didn’t care for the recognition they would get. They did it because they just wanted to help.

“That’s the thing, ma’am. I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s also a great way to work out, instead of having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership!” Izuku brightly smiles towards the lady as he handed her the money to buy his items.

“Well, I wish you luck, kid. I’m guessing that you’ll need a place to put the trash you collect.” She stated, Izuku smiling sheepishly at her rubbing the back of his head she continued, “There are two dumpsters in the alley behind the store, they get taken every Monday.”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Izuku said genuinely as he headed for the door. He didn't think too much about how he would dispose of the garbage, so it was good to have one offered.

Oboro began to laugh as Izuku jogged back towards the beach. "Cheaper than having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership! Man, how true that is nowadays!”

The first garbage bags were packed very quickly. broken bottles, cans of beer, old and rotting newspaper, all of it was poured into the trash bag. Plastic, paper, glass, etc. Izuku could take them to a recycling center! He was already pumped about this new project when Oboro spoke up.

“Hey, Izu, before you toss that into the bag” placing his hand on Izuku’s making him feel warmth blossom closest to the soda, can packaging he was holding in that hand. “make sure you cut each circle so if they end up in wildlife again then animals won’t get their heads stuck inside.”

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to tear apart each loop before placing it in one of the bags used for recycling. Soon Izuku had used up a quarter of the box of trash bags gone and only had 6x5 feet rectangle cleared of the beach.

[serene-aesthetics]

Welcome to my tumblr :)

Hey dudes! The name's serene-aesthetics, and the game's moodboards. If you want more info, my pronouns are either she/her or ae/aer and you can just call me Serene if you want I guess.

My tumblr's named after my main account @wishingforserendipity so you can follow that if you want to, I don't actually post anything at all there, basically I just reblog on occasion and that's it.

Anyways, I should probably just get onto the important moodboard stuff.

Posting Things

Requests should be open and anonymous all the time unless I start to have issues, but legitimately don't expect to fill them in any sort of timely manner. I have pretty bad ADHD and a host of other shit going on right now, so requests are basically just what they should be: asking nicely and maybe I'll do the thing in the next two weeks. If you want to, feel free to DM me to check on how I'm doing and I'll be sure to give updates on when I'll be able to do your request since I do check my DMs.

On a related note, I won't be the super frequent poster that I know a lot of you guys are used to, and I hope you're okay with that. I might try to fill the space by reblogging from a few other moodboard/aesthetic accounts so you guys can follow those, so be on the lookout for that. I'll try to give updates on when I'm planning on being more or less active than usual, and I'll tag them with #info.

Tags

I'll try to just use simple and obvious tags for the most part starting out, like colors and themes and saying it's a moodboard and all that jazz.

If you want me to start tagging something, shoot me a DM (for urgent, trigger-type stuff) or an ask (for preferential-type stuff), and I will 100% add that tag to ongoing and past posts. I might have trouble remembering with the less urgent tags, so just comment that I forgot the tag to remind me.

Asks/Submissions/DMs

As I stated earlier, asks should be open and anonymous all the time unless I have a problem, which I probably won't have since I won't be too active. Use asks for things like moodboard requests, tag requests, or just general random questions for me.

Submissions should be open because well, I don't see why not. If you want me to post a moodboard made by you, I'd be very happy to do so! I don't care if you think it's bad, I know it'll be amazing <3

My DMs are and will continue to be open, and I think this is necessary because of my inactivity. It's a way for you to talk to me without requiring me to be active already, which I think is very useful. Due to this, please limit DMs to triggering tag requests, checking up (nicely!) on if I saw your moodboard request and how that's going, and other things you think are important for me to know. If I get spammed because you're impatient, I'll have to close my DMs, and I don't think anyone wants me to have to.

Image Sources

First off, I'm not going to cite where I got every image from in my moodboards, because I'm only going to do this casually and that would take forever and most people really don't care about citations.

However! If you drastically need an image you saw in one of my moodboards for a wallpaper or profile picture, have no fear. I will keep all of my images saved separately on my phone (most of the time the images in my moodboards will be slightly edited or cropped by me) and from there I'll be able to reverse image search any image you need. If you don't need the source, just ask for the picture and I'll send it your way right away!

Something I count as "important for me to know" that would consitute a DM is if there is a reason I shouldn't be using a picture, whether it's been stolen from an artist, the artist/photographer is a bad person, or something else, please do let me know and I'll take down the moodboard(s) that their pictures are in. If I really liked them, I might remake them with a different picture in the original's slot, and you can request taken down moodboards to be remade as well.

Miscellaneous Important Stuff

Currently, the application I use to edit my moodboards together is Picsart. If that changes, I'll change what it says here or at the very least I'll make another post tagged #info. If you're wondering about the fact that you can post your images onto Picsart, I don't actually do that anymore since I far and above prefer Tumblr to that.

The types of moodboards I'll post are limitless, given your suggestions towards what to make next. As of writing this post I'm leaning more towards the "character + aesthetic" genre of moodboards, but if you want something that's not in that I don't care! Broadening my horizons in photo editing is what this tumblr is for in the first place.

As of right now, I don't have anything more to say. So relax, sit back, and enjoy the vibe :)

[karstas]

About me!

❦ ⋯ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

Hey! I'm a new writer on Tumblr, who decided to escape reality by posting drabbles or headcanons or pretty much anything that I can think of. I have written tons before, but I might have some trouble figuring out how Tumblr works, so I apologize in advance for unwanted breaks or late posts!

I will try to list as many things as I can here.

❦ ⋯ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

◆ name: lior / amaretto

◆ pronouns: he/they/she

◆ age && birthday: 20 && feb 12 (aqua sun, taur rising, gem moon)

◆ sexuality && gender identity: greysexual panromantic && genderfluid

◆ mbti && moral alignment: intp && chaotic neutral

◆ languages: lithuanian, english, little russian & swedish

◆ timezone: gmt+3 / eest

❦ ⋯ 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 / 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

anime:

◆ tokyo revengers;

◆ tokyo ghoul;

◆ blue lock;

◆ gangsta;

◆ hypnosis mic;

◆ my hero academia;

◆ kakegurui;

◆ jujutsu kaisen;

◆ haikyuu!;

◆ number 24;

◆ bungou stray dogs;

◆ demon slayer;

◆ sk8;

◆ attack on titan;

◆ link click (not really an anime, but haven't watched enough chinese shows to make a separate list).

games:

◆ genshin impact;

◆ overwatch;

◆ obey me!;

◆ honkai star rail;

◆ hatsune miku: colorful stage;

◆ skyrim;

◆ mortal kombat;

◆ nu carnival;

◆ dead by daylight.

❦ ⋯ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

◆ i will not write anything nsfw (mostly smut) related to anyone under 18;

◆ do not ask me to write for foot f3tishes, sc4t, v0mit or anything that would be considered as extreme as the last two especially. ask if you aren't sure if your k!nk is considered alright (it most likely will be, but still);

◆ i write only for canon x canon or canon x reader;

◆ i do write for fem, masc or gn readers, but considering the lack of gn and masc reader stories, i'd like to focus on stories for those two more so than fem reader (will still accept stories for fem readers, don't worry!);

◆ i also write mxm, fxf, fxm and really any gender ships (again, would love to write for mxm or fxf OR gnxm/f/gn);

◆ just don't be weird or rude when requesting, that's all! <3;

◆ as i do not have any triggers, anything works for me. but i will be tagging as many things as i know that needs to be tagged;

◆ i write sfw, nsfw including: violence, smut, soft headcanons and pretty much everything;

◆ this isn't really a rule, but more of a statement that i write as descriptive as i can (unless it's hcs or is requested to be less desc).

as this is a work in progress, this is all i have for now! have fun reading and requesting, hope i meet your expectations!