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just2bubbly · 14 days ago

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I know this is too much angst but do you think that Kai seeing that Cinder got engaged to someone else even though he was already married, do you think that he dreams of what his life could have been like with Cinder.?

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hey, it really is too much angst, but i don't mind writing it, I have written another version of the same idea here. I couldn't much imagination into this, since my moral obligation for Daiyu (Kai's OC wife) far outweighted, the need for Kai to keep on loving Cinder in his marriage to Daiyu, and that's probbaly why this fic has a slightly different style than the other ones I write!

i hope you like it, anon! <3

Genre: hurt/hurt (Canon Divergence AU)

Words: 1.4k

Kai's Perspective:

"Your Majesty," his media aide called, turning Kai around. He sees her running the small threshold of the media room before she stops before him.

"Yes," He answers, quite shocked by Zoey's behaviour and dishevelled appearance.

"Uh- Dateh wants to have a word with you."

"Very well, I will speak to him after the announcement," He said, fixing his suit, as he stood.

"Dateh wants to speak with you now, Your Majesty," Zoey asked of him.

"And what's so important that it can't wait after?" he questioned, unable to realize Dateh's unseemly demand. He was in the middle of one of the Commonwealth's most important announcements regarding refugee policy; he couldn't leave it hanging for something less worthwhile.

"Let's not discuss it here, Your Majesty," Zoey declared, putting Kai further into obliviousness.

Sighing, he rose from his seat, asking one of his assistants to push the recording by a few minutes, whatever Dateh would have to say, she would have to do it soon.

"I hope this piece of information couldn't absolutely wait until after," Kai muttered, as they walked out of the room, Zoey furiously nodding, a nervous spring in her step.

"Your Majesty," Dateh said, relief visible on his face-

"I cannot possibly think of any reason to take me out at the umpteenth moment," Kai exclaimed, his fingers itching to pull at his hair.

"Kaito," Torin began, in haste, "-maybe you should sit down."

"What's wrong?" Kai asked, turning around to Zoey, who would be easily influenced by his presence to answer.

"Your Majesty," Zoey stuttered, "It's about Miss Blackburn."

And with that, Kai could feel his heartbeat skyrocket. However, he breathed through his mouth, keeping the jittering nerves in check, as he enquired, "What about her?"

He hoped the edge in his voice wasn't a giveaway for anything, Cinder hadn't been in his life for years. Kai wouldn't want anyone to think he hadn't moved on from that part of his life. Being lost, Kai didn't catch the swift glances between his trusts.

"She is getting married, Your Majesty," Dateh provided, at last, all his worry for her well-being vanished, and its place was taken by grief that had nowhere to go. Kai couldn't get the picture of a bride Cinder walking down the aisle to someone. That wasn't him. It didn't matter, he had been on the other side of the aisle, waiting for his bride, before. Kai was married, it was inevitable that Cinder would tie the knot someday.

"Well, then let's wish the Lunar Ambassador a happily married life," Kai suggested, a dry chuckle ringing in his ears, "- that isn't enough reason to cancel our announcement!"

"It isn't," Dated noted, "-however, the reporters would hunt on your wounds, and we wouldn't want you to feel obligated to answer anything you don't want to," Torin finished.

"We aren't running from a trifle news like this," Kai revoked, heart being crushed with the weight of his wrecked life. He had a wife, Kai reminded himself, who he loved very much. It doesn't matter what Cinder does, for Kai has done nothing different.

Kai straightened his collar with a measured grace. “We won't be stopping our conference for this,” he repeated, voice flat. His hand dropped from his hair, fingers curling slightly.

Torin and Dateh exchanged a look but didn’t press further. Even Zoey, whose usual chatter filled the quietest corners of the palace, had gone silent.

Kai steps inside the media room, sitting at the large table, as Torin finds his seat on the right, while Dateh gives some last-minute instructions, before settling down.

The walls that he had faced since his 16th birthday, looked too white, too big now. His mouth was dry, as he tried to lick his tongue at the roof of his mouth to keep away the tightness in his throat.

One of the cameras flickered to life, red dot steady. Someone laid the speech file before him, the numbers that needed to be mentioned in the course of this conference.

Kai barely registered it.

The words on the screen blurred. He blinked.

Cinder is getting married.

It shouldn't matter. It was reasonable for her to find love. But, the thought of her—dressed in white, her metal hand clutching someone else’s fingers, her face turned toward someone else’s vows—twisted something inside him he thought had long since calcified.

Kai pressed a knuckle to his lips, exhaling sharply.

She was getting married. He'd been married for 3 years.

And yet, as he stared at the blinking cursor, all he could think about was the Lunar countryside house Cinder had built. How he had helped arrange furniture and chosen rugs, along with paintings that would eerie their friends. Kai had seen that house a total of 3 times, never again, and probably never would.

The conference started. Kai said the right words, nodding when necessary. Deflected with wit and warmth where needed. He never let them know about his inner emotional turmoil.

All the audience saw was an emperor confident in his vision, benevolent enough to make room for refugee policy, about public growth.

No one saw the way he blinked too often.

No one saw how tightly his hands were folded beneath the desk.

In the midst of it, there was 1 question. About her, but Kai deflected it with humour, and the reporters were quick to get their cue. This was an important national policy press conference, it had no place for gossip.

Afterwards, as the applause rang in his wake, Kai exited the room.

The moment the doors shut behind him, he pulled at his hair, unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of his shirt, trying to get air in his lungs.

"Tell Torin to hold my calls for the next hour," he told, the waiting attendant.

He walked all the way to the 5th floor, not looking at anything, before he entered his chambers, slamming the door shut. His forehead tilted to the Rosewood frame and wondered if one could die out of the maximity of the grief he felt in the moment.

Kai wanted to bash his head so hard against the wood, that he would never have to think about her. This agony hurt him, it wasn't right to anyone.

Daiyu, his wife, didn't deserve a husband who was lost in the thoughts of another. Kai should despise himself, but he couldn't help the ghosts that never seemed to leave. He had loved Cinder, given her everything possible for him, but on the soft nights when he got lost in his desires and duty, he had come to realize, he didn't love Cinder anymore.

He's just been unable to get rid of the life they had imagined together, and every time something monumental happened, this forbidden future would come to him, leaving behind a man, who had lost everything, but still continued to give to this idea.

He might have loved Cinder a lot, but had come to hate the memory of her, the way it continued to taint his present.

Even now, as grief fills his chest, he can't help but think about her. If she stays in the countryside house and thinks about him, or if there are days when she goes over the mechanics of appliances, Kai is too mindless to understand.

The images keep on coming to him, sitting cross-legged in the library as she pointed out errors in the policy-making, arguing with him about Lunar amendments as she packed her belongings, and how he would laugh when her glamour changed so that she looked like the hardships of court.

The mentions of Selene Blackburn were few, infrequent with age, there was no need to talk about a Lunar Ambassador, who never came their way. No need to speak about the once Lunar Queen, in times of peace.

Kai collapsed on the cushioned sofa of his office, the weight of his body too great to carry. A sigh left his lips, unlike the ones he had exhaled all those years ago after the peace treaties, the summits—not unlike the night before his own marriage, when he’d sat on this very couch and stared out of the same window, wondering if memory could feel like betrayal.

It doesn't matter he keeps telling himself. But his throat ached, the memory of Cinder like smoke in his lungs. Perhaps that was what she had always been—fire. Not meant to stay. Meant to blaze and vanish and leave behind warmth that eventually faded.

"Congratulations, Selene," he whispered to no one. It came out broken, but the words had more impact, like breaking free.

There was no more thinking of her. Kai was too stuck on what they could have been, but there was no more of that life.

They had tried. And it didn't matter much now, for what use was love, if it couldn't survive reality?

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luxlovercore · 1 year ago

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Btw, swift spring exchange anon again, was wondering what your top 3-4 favourite swift albums were? :)

Lover, Rep, Evermore, Midnights!

If I had to pick. 🥰

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wkemeup · 4 years ago

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Gorgeous

summary: Steve Rogers is really pretty and it's hard to think straight when you look at his face; Based on the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift (request by @bent-not-br0kenn and anon) pairing: steve x reader word count: 4k warnings: steve is one fine man 😏 a/n: this was written for the wonderfully amazing @msmarvelwrites's Taylor Swift lyric inspired writing challenge ! hope you enjoy my surprising attempt at fluffy cheesy steve goodness 💕Congrats on 2k!!!

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Steve Rogers stands at the head of the conference room with the smudge of dry erase marker on his hand and a bullet point list of names on the whiteboard behind him. You know he must be talking about something important because he’s got one hand on his hip, the other holding up his weight against the table. His features are stern, his brows forming a low line as he speaks, but you can't hear a word of it.

No— you're too focused on the way his hair lifts away from his face, combed back and reminiscent of his youth in the Army. Formal and dated, but it’s light and airy and begging to be messied through the tips of his fingers. It’s darker than when you first met him, a shade away from the perfect blonde painted on posters at the Smithsonian, of the Captain America in the wartime movies. His cheekbones are high, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and his lips— lips so full and pink, you watch every shape they take with each word he speaks.

But it's his eyes that take you under. Ocean blue so effortless in their current, they draw you in with the belly of an undertow and you know without hesitation you would drown gladly if he would just look at you a moment longer. Allow you the privilege of water to your lungs.

Steve Rogers is just simply... gorgeous.

He straightens his back, his lips pressing into a short pout and he’s no longer speaking, you realize. His brows narrow, his gaze fixating on you and his lips move again. They take the shape of your name and you’re so lost on the way his mouth curves around your syllables you don’t realize how quiet the room has become.

Steve shifts then, a smile pressing on his cheeks; the right corner of his lips curve ever so slightly higher than the other as he lets his chin fall to his chest. He shakes his head, shoulders bouncing subtly. He's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. The sunlight from the open window casts in and touches over his skin, illuminating him in an ethereal glow as if he wasn’t already built of the heavens themselves. He starts to laugh to himself and you bite on the edge of your lip to keep yourself from mirroring his grin.

“You still with us, Y/n?” Steve’s voice breaks through and it’s like whiplash as you’re suddenly jolted from your trance.

You spring up in your chair, brushing a hand over your hair to push down the loose ends that had sprung up in your daydreaming slouch. Your heart beats terribly as you look around the room to find the other agents watching you with a curious look in their eyes. Only Sam Wilson wears a devious smirk and he manages a wink at you before you can kick his shin under the table. He grunts, leaning down to massage the muscle and narrows his eyes at you in warning. You bare your teeth.

Then, embarrassed, you turn back to Steve. “Sorry. I’m here.”

Steve doesn’t take any offense as he simply waves you off and returns to the debrief as if nothing had happened at all. The marker squeaks as he rights another name on the list, circling it three times until the color begins to fade to a subtle grey. It’s not the first set of words you’ve exchanged with Steve, but it still feels like you've just taken a dive out of the quinjet. It feels that way any time he so much as acknowledges your existence.

Most of the agents you know straighten their spine when he walks by. They put more weight on the machine or run a little faster around the track. They’re eager to impress him, to appeal to the well decorated war hero and earn their rank in his presence. They idolize Captain America, may even be a little afraid of him.

But it’s the man behind the shield that scares you the most.

It’s the way he smiles to himself when he doesn’t think anyone is watching, how he sometimes hides it behind the wall of his coffee mug but the lines by his eyes still give him away. It’s how he jogs a little to catch the door before it can close, just so he can hold it open for you as you walk by. It’s because he’s an impossible man built of unparalleled strength and power and he still blushes when Natasha teases him, still draws in his little notebook on the bench down by the lake, still has the same compassion and selflessness he carried in his youth.

It’s not Captain America you see when you look at him. It’s Steve Rogers.

You only realize you stopped paying attention again when the room starts to clear out and you look across the table to find Sam’s lips pursed together in a knowing look. You nearly kick his shin again before he jumps up away from your reach and quickly skirts out of the room.

“Here’s the highlights,” Steve chuckles, sliding a folder down the table to you.

You reach out and catch it before it can slide off the end. You open the folder and quickly browse through the bullet notes Steve must have written for himself. The most you can gather while you’re not distracted by the near cursive delicacy of Steve’s handwriting is that there’s a new arms dealer taking root near Philadelphia.

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Steve adds as he finishes gathering the rest of the reports. “I’ll fill you in if Fury ends up putting you on assignment. I know you’re usually more of the search and rescue type than stakeouts and organized crime, so I doubt you’ll end up with the case anyway. Fury just thought we should make everyone aware if we have a new Kingpin on our hands.”

You nod, your lips parted just slightly. You didn’t know Steve had any idea what you did within SHIELD, let alone your area of specialty. Sure, you were Natasha’s primary point of contact when she dug up the information that eventually led him to find Bucky Barnes in Bucharest, but you don’t expect he knew that.

“Thanks, Captain Rogers,” you say, the waver in your voice giving way to the nerves shaking under his gaze.

“Hey, come on. It’s Steve.” That charismatic charm returns to his face as a smile etches up into his cheeks. It’s genuine and a little shy and made entirely of the scrawny kid in Brooklyn that your heart starts to beat tenfold.

“Thanks... Steve,” you try again and at the sound of his name in your voice, he manages to smile a little wider.

The room falls silent around you and for a moment, you find yourself drifting into the shades of blue in his eyes, unable to form another word as long as you’re lost in the waters. Rising and flowing. Pulled by the current and drifting out to sea. Steve doesn’t make an effort to turn away and you nearly forget to breathe entirely, water filling your lungs, when you hear a short knock on the door.

In the doorway, a woman stands wearing a visitor pass around her neck, the tag hanging near her waist where taunt skin peaks through the top of her jeans. She’s stunning – the kind of beautiful one only sees airbrushed in magazines, but there she is, under harsh florescent conference room lighting, and she looks like she was born of Olympus.

“Ready, Steve?” she calls sweetly and your heart drops through the floor.

He gives her a short nod as he crosses the room to her, drawn to her as if his body moves of its own accord. Her hand touches his forearm; perfectly manicured as her fingertips press into the muscle and they grin at one another as if you weren’t there at all. You try not to let your heart fracture, but you could feel the edges begin to crumble.

“Hey,” Steve says, grabbing your attention. He grins, laughing so sweetly is starts to mends the fractures in your heart. “Don’t get too lost in that head of yours, alright? I’ll see you around. Have a good night, Y/n.”

He says it so sincerely that you can’t help but smile, even with this impossibly beautiful woman on his arm.

“You too, Capt— Steve.”

The woman tugs eagerly on his arm and he gives you a final wave before they disappear from the room. When the silence takes over again, there’s a near buzzing in your ears. Mocking you. Taunting you.

Steve Rogers is a daytime fantasy – a man you know you have no unearthly chance with. So, you settle to admire him from your distance where it’s safe and protected and your heart can’t be broken. At least not any more than it already had. You try not to allow yourself to want more.

But still— it creeps in.

***

You don’t know why you bother going to Carter’s show. You can barely hear yourself think over the thump of the loudspeakers and the base resonates deep into your chest; an unsettling vibration in time with the electronic beats from Carter’s turn table.

You glance up at him from your position at the bar and he doesn’t so much as glance in your direction. He’s too busy catering to the group of women at the center of the dance floor. You have half a mind to be jealous before you remind yourself that it’s not Carter’s attention you really care for anyway.

Carter was the DJ at the party Tony had thrown for a very reluctant Bruce Banner the previous week. You met him at the bar during his break and he offered to buy your next round, not realizing how plainly you’d been staring at Steve Rogers from across the crowd for most of the night. Carter was nice enough and you were still pining over an Adonis way too out of your league to so much as notice your existence, so you halfheartedly agreed when he asked you to come see his set.

As you adjust your stance against the bar, wincing at the tug of the sticky club floor against your shoes, you find yourself regretting your decision to come. You signal the bartender for another whiskey on ice as you set the empty glass on the counter. There’s more than just a slight buzz in your head and you’re thankful that even SHEILD Agents get a day off every once in a while.

Another hour goes by and Carter is far too enamored with the woman shouting up song requests from the dance floor, so you set some cash on the bar and leave. It makes you question why you even bothered with him, but then an image of Steve crosses your mind and you remember. You can't get that man out of your head and it’s starting to feel borderline pathetic.

The wind hits you worse than a brick wall and it takes a moment to adjust your eyes to the darkness. The club had colorful strobe lights and neon signs hanging on the walls so it’s almost jarring to be surrounded by the quiet comfort of brick walls and a starless night. When the door closes behind you, you can still hear the vague thump of the music through the cracks. You rub at your temples.

It takes a few steps towards the subway before you realize how many drinks the bartender had replaced before you found the nerve to leave. Your ankles wobble a little on your heels and you quickly grab onto the banister at the end of a brownstone's stoop. Your vision starts to double, swaying in circles, and you clench your eyes tight enough to see the stars missing from the sky.

“Y/n?” a voice calls from across the road. “Is that you?”

You look up, but the figure it too far away. All you can see is a vague outline of a man as he quickly jogs across the street, holding up a hand to an oncoming car to block his path. You chuckle to yourself. What little patience he must have to demand a moving vehicle to break for him.

When he approaches, his hands quickly easing you upright and holding you steady, the air nearly leaves your lungs entirely.

Steve Rogers has his hands cupped on the sides of your face; his brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes roam over your exposed skin. His lower lip is tugged between his teeth, full and pink, as he slowly returns to your gaze. There’s concern in his eyes, you realize – a beautiful drop of caution amongst the rippling tide of blue.

“M’okay,” you tell him and you wince at how slurred your voice comes out.

He sighs, relief pressing a smile to his lips. There’s a slight indent from where his teeth had been. “Having a good night, huh?”

You think about lying to him—perhaps, telling him about Carter and the promise of his early rise to fame. You think about pretending like Carter was interested in you for more than a quick distraction at Bruce’s party and that he hadn’t forgotten that he invited you to his show tonight. You wonder if maybe Steve will care at all.

Maybe he won’t. Maybe, you should tell him that it’s been miserable and all you want is a cone of ice cream piled high enough that it would be statistically impossible to eat the whole thing before it melts all over your hand. Maybe, you should tell him that you want him to come with you, that you think about him all the damn time, that he’s so unfairly pretty that you can barely think when he’s around. Maybe—

“Y/n?” Steve chuckles, tapping you sweetly on your forehead. “You’re zoning out again.”

You groan, throwing your arms in the air dramatically. “It’s not my fault. You're just—you're just so—”

Steve raises an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?”

You start to pace, a little off balanced, but Steve is never too far away and you can sense him watching your every step, ready to catch you if you start to fall. The alcohol has long made its way to your head and you can feel the warmth of it burning in your skin. It’s comforting and freeing and a momentary thought crosses your mind to stop talking but you push it aside.

“You’re just— so gorgeous!” you practically shout. “I can-- I can barely say anything to your face because—look at your face, Steve! You’re gorgeous!”

He starts to laugh. His arms fold over his chest as his head falls and you realize then that he thinks you’re teasing him, that you are not so impossibly serious you can feel the intensity of it down in your bones. He presses himself off from the wall he’d been leaning against and reaches for you.

“Alright doll,” Steve grins. “Let's get you home.”

You jump out from his grasp and he gives you a strange look. You pout your lips, feeling mildly childish but he wasn’t listening to you.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” you quip and Steve can’t help the smile that won’t seem to leave his cheeks. It starts to ache.

“Me?” he challenges teasingly. “Why?”

“Because you did this to me, Steve,” you reply sternly through your drunken haze. “You made me feel this way.”

Steve pauses. “What way?”

“This way!” you tell him though you offer no further explanation.

Steve doesn’t seem to understand, but he gives you a short nod as if he does and he starts to guide you towards the taxi you hadn’t noticed he’d flagged down. The weight of your body starts to feel too heavy for your bones and you sink into the back seat with ease. Steve climbs in behind you and instructs the driver as he carefully adjusts your seatbelt for you.

The alcohol lulls you easily to sleep. You barely register the shoulder you lean upon or the hand gently brushing the hair from your eyes. It blends into the distance along with the blur of bright city lights as you drive home.

***

You feel the pulse of a blinding headache before you even dare to open your eyes. You groan, turning over on your bed, covering your eyes with your forearm to block the stream of sunlight in from your windows.

When you finally allow yourself to face the light, you’re surprised to find a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on your nightstand stable. You don’t recall having the energy to put it there the night before and—well, you don’t recall much of anything after you fell asleep in the cab next to Steve.

Wait.

Steve.

“Shitshitshit--” You quickly throw the blankets off the side of the bed, only to find you’re dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. The breeze of the AC unit hits your exposed skin and goosebumps begin to prickle on your thigh. You groan, a heat of embarrassment burning through your chest as you stumble into the hallway.

As if on cue, you find Steve standing in the kitchen pouring his coffee. He smiles as he sees you emerge from your bedroom and he raises the cup for you, setting it on the counter. Reluctantly, you follow the intoxicating smell until your hands are wrapped around the base of the mug and you offer him a short nod.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he grins, taking a sip from his own mug as he leans against the counter.

“Humiliated,” you grumble. You miss the way Steve’s smile falters slightly, his brows narrowing in concern. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Nothing,” he says quickly. “It was nothing. I just got you home is all. You were pretty entertaining before that. Wanda was the one who got you to bed, helped you change... if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh,” you reply, though it doesn’t seem to lessen the weight on your chest. You sigh. “I imagine your girlfriend wasn’t too happy about you having to deal my drunken mess last night.”

“Girlfriend?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

You shrug. “Yeah, the uh... Aphrodite incarnate from the debrief last week...”

Steve laughs, a wash of relief on his face though you still feel tight as stone. He sets his mug on the counter. “Lainy’s not my girlfriend. She works for the VA. She was helping me with a speech the mayor roped me into giving on for Veteran’s Day. She’s just a friend... trust me.”

Steve shifts in his position, his smile softening as he looks at you. You can’t help but feel examined under his gaze and you're certain you look absolutely terrible. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know your cheeks are imprinted with the pillow case folds, your hair is uncombed and disheveled, and there’s dark circles under your eyes. Not exactly the picture of beauty, and still—Steve won't stop looking at you.

“There’s been someone else, anyway,” he says simply and you try not to let it show when your heart clenches.

“Oh, that’s um... that’s nice.” It’s halfhearted and barely believable, but you say the words anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do. You know there was never a chance in this world that Steve Rogers – carved from the marble of the Gods – would so much as look in your direction. You know this. Still, it hurts.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs dreamily. “She’s incredible. I can’t stop smiling when she’s in the room and it’s becoming a real pain for me, you know. It’s like everyone can see how enamored I am except her, but I wasn’t sure how to talk to her before. I didn’t know if I was crossing a line or making assumptions or abusing my rank, but I think I’ve got an idea of how she feels now. I think she likes me, too, so maybe it’s worth a shot, right?”

You nod through the sharp clench of your jaw. It burns terribly and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. Instead, your gaze fixates on the countertop, counting the lines and scratches in the surface.

“I mean,” Steve pauses, “she’s— she’s just so—gorgeous.”

Your eyes snap up to Steve’s and he’s grinning impossibly wide, but all you can feel is the drop in your stomach. You barely notice how the lines form so sweetly by his eyes, light brightening through the ocean blue waves, sun reflecting on the water’s crest. You don’t see how adoringly he watches for your reaction, his growing anticipation as he bites on the edge of his lip, still unable to ease his smile for even a minute.

“Are you making fun of me?” you ask slowly, nervously, but he shakes his head.

“Quite the opposite actually.” Steve reaches for your hand and you watch, stunned, as your fingers effortlessly mold into his, like liquid to one another, perfectly made. He sighs, almost as if the feeling itself is made of relief in his body. “I like you, Y/n. I really like you. And I’d- I'd like to take you out. On a date. If you’d- uh- if you’d let me.”

You blink, certain you must still be asleep.

“Please say something before you get lost in your head again,” Steve begs and you can hear the nerves in his voice. He's still smiling at you, but there’s a hesitation there, an anticipation. The lines on his forehead are more pronounced. His gaze flickers quickly between your eyes and to your intertwined hands. He’s actually... nervous.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” It’s all you can say. Your heads spinning too quickly for anything else and you know it had much more to do with Steve’s hand wrapped in yours than the wicked hangover you’re currently nursing.

“Great!” He leans in and quicker than you have a moment to process, presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It's warm and soft and lighter than air, but it lingers. It takes the breath from your lungs and you barely notice as he lets go of your hand. “Eight tonight, okay? I’ve got a place in mind. Best Rocky Road ice cream you’ve ever had, I swear it on my life.”

You laugh, nodding along. You’d happily sit on the couch in the living room with him if he asked. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. Still—all you can do is nod helplessly. Your cheeks start to ache and you realize it’s from how long you’d been smiling. You touch your fingertips to the worn muscle and Steve watches with such pride on his face, it catches you by surprise.

“Eight,” you confirm and it makes Steve’s eye light up.

Somehow, he’s more beautiful this way. Nervous and sweet and adoring.

And still— gorgeous.

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aesthbaby · 5 years ago

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Ghost

Summary: Do you remember the episode Demonology where we learned of Emily’s past? What if I told you, you were apart of it. After years of silence on her end, you end up meeting her again.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Prompt: here

Warnings: Cursing | Sadness | Typos

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An: Dedicated to my hundredth follower. Ahhhh I'm too hype about this! I also made a slight change to the prompt but everything else is the same :) Anon, I hope you enjoy.

Indignation

The screaming crawls up the walls of her oversized, child hood home to shake her ear drums. The thunder only adds fuel to the fire that is the rage possessed by both Prentiss’ as they continue their screaming match.

“Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking to you!” Elizabeth’s voice matches the rain. The way she stomps behind her daughter looks almost comical.

“Back off mother.” She mumbles this more to herself than her mother.

She stops walking, planting her feet firmly on the Brazilian Chestnut flooring. “I will not ask you again.” She comes to a stop, takes a breath, and slowly turns to her mother. Not meeting her eyes, of course, because it’d hurt too much to see the hate in her eyes. “Look at me.” The mother growls. She slowly moves to meet her mothers eyes and finds nothing but rage there; energy matched to the thunder and rain outside. “You will not see that-” The derogatory term gets caught up in her throat.

Taking a step towards the elder, “What?” Daring to ask the question to which she already knows the answer. “What do you want to say mother?” Her jaw tightens, a sign that Emily knows all too well. “Spit it out.” Its taking everything in her not to raise her voice again and spew the word out for her mother.

Elizabeth takes a breath of her own before replying. “You are not to see that girl again or so help me, I will make sure she goes back to where she came from.” Before Emily could object, she speaks again. “That is final Emily.” Her voice holds strong, and suddenly the storm ceases its assault.

All is quiet in the Prentiss house yet the tension remains; so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Disregard

The next morning you arrive to school earlier than usual, but for good reason. Some random college hoodie wrapped loosely around your torso and a dainty neck tucked under it. Your school uniform has never fit you quite right because of how late in the year you transferred, you know...left overs. Phone is going absolutely crazy in your shirt pocket but now isn't the time, you’re looking for somebody. You’re looking for her. Mr. Ricci’s voice can be heard on your left, telling a group of guys its time for class. Emily...where the hell are you?

As the day progresses you still see no sign of the brunette until now. “Emily!” Running up to her you deliver a swift punch to her shoulder. “Where the hell have you been?” When her eyes meet yours they puffy, like she’s been crying. “Em- I-”

“First of all, ouch. Secondly, I can’t right now.” She turns to walk off with her lunch in hand, but you quickly pull her back by her elbow.

“You ‘can’t’ right now? What the hell is wrong with you?” Its taking everything in you not to become overtly emotional. “And where have you been?”

“Y/n I’m sorry but I really can’t right now.” She pulls away from your grip. Leaving you more confused than before.

You scuff at her wording. “You never calls me by my first name...” Its always been her thing, starting with a joke about how she has another friend by the same name as you so she had to call you something else. The next day was the same, avoiding you at all costs.

But it didn’t stop there.

It felt as though you were left on a physical manifestation of ‘read.’ Her name with the red heart emoji attached, did not pop up on your phone for what seemed to be months but in reality it had only been a few weeks. If she were to simply pick up the phone you would have been able to tell her about your unforeseen departure time. Due to sudden changes in international studies, you had to leave and the academy needed their student back. The one of which you exchange places with in January. Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of leaving. Not only are you leaving her, but also leaving this city you got to call home.

Sunny days always seem to appear at the wrong time, your departure day. She’s not here to see you off, hasn’t been around for a while. Can you really blame her? She doesn’t even know you’re leaving because she wont pick up the fucking phone. It doesn’t matter anymore, your time is up and so is her’s. A line of black and white kittens sprint across the cobblestone streets and that right there is what makes you break down in tears. Seeing the delicate kittens run after a mouse while tripping over their own feet. Random yellow flowers peaking through the stone which you’ve never known the actual name of. That one girl in Chem that would bake cookies for the class on Fridays. Your host dad taking you to his favorite café that served an increasing number of Cuban smokers. Going to eat gelato after homeroom with that one guy who would always make Golden Girls references. Then there was Emily, the girl that gave you a dainty gold necklace for valentines day. The girl that got a random jock to stop harassing you. The person whose lap you’d lay in on Saturday mornings at the park, is the same person who randomly started to ignore you. Maybe you could have fixed things with her if you had more time. You were supposed to have until June but suddenly everything shifted and all you were told is that you needed to come home, promptly. You couldn’t wait for her any longer, not even sure why you thought she’d come in the first place. Casting one last glance over your shoulder before stepping into the buzzing airport.

At least meet me half way.

Hereafter

"I don’t think so.” You laugh at your friend’s proposition to set you up on a blind date. “I am absolutely content with the way I choose to live my life.” Shifting a bit on the new couch that hasn’t been broken in, resulting in the stiff cushions.

He lets out this weird scuffing noise. “No you’re not. Remember last weekend when we tried to pull an all-nighter but your sleep deprived brain betrayed you?” At your nonchalant shrug, he continues. “You started rambling about just wanting to find some well educated, fun loving, female in this world full of bureaucratic straight men. Your words, not mine.” You throw a pillow at him but he swiftly doges it. “But you couldn’t have said it better.” These recent years have been a series of unfortunate dates that have ended in you lying about having to leave early for something.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend you should be getting home to?”

“Not tonight, I’m all yours. Apparently she has her knitting circle tonight.”

“That's what you get for dating an older woman.”

“Its a five year age difference! What is wrong with you people?”

You hold your hands up in defense. “Nothing, as long as you’re both legal and she’s good to you, its fine by me.”

“Shut up!” He screeches. “Oh shit, don’t you have a meeting in the morning?”

“Yes sir.” He stands to take your glasses and plates in the kitchen but you object. “Leave it,” At his confused expression, you continue. “Cleaning helps me relax so I figured I’ll wake up early so I can do that and reduce my stress levels by at least ten percent.”

“Dude, you’re seriously weird.”

“Say another bad thing about me and I'm sending you home.”

Throwing him a few pillows from the hallway closet and a comforter just for him to scream, “Its too hot in this cottage core apartment!”

Its not even cottage core themed?? Its just cozy with a plant or two. Am I expected to live in an ice cold home? I feel like he’s just saying this because I’m gay.

Your prepared outfit hands on the back of your bedroom door, mocking you. Making you reconsider the entire thing and simply not go but it feels as though you’d regret it if you didn’t. Maybe not, who knows?

And with that as your final though, you drift off to sleep.

You wake at the amazing time of 6 A.M to see your guest gone with a note on the couch:

I cleaned up the mess from last night and I also did the dishes in your sink. Not sure how u slept through all of that...I made a fruit salad for ur breakfast and a normal one for lunch.

Good luck with your meeting!

And one of those old fashioned emoticons at the bottom corner. Idiot.

You eat the food he left from the fridge, brush your teeth with the news playing in the background, and continue on with the normal morning routine.

Gathering your lunch and the little items you feel like you’d need, phone, charger, paper work, and keys; you know, the works. Finally heading out to your destination with nothing but ambition, you run into a slight problem.

Overlapping breakfast with an old friend of yours. “Hey, babe, I am so sorr-”

“Absolutely not, I don’t want to hear your excuses.” The positive voice rings through the phone like velvet sheets after a cold shower. “You missed our reservation!” Have to admit hearing them whine is pretty entertaining. “You had one job. One!” You guys met some years ago over some random online forum, arguing over some random movie. You don’t talk as much as you’d like but breakfast is always on the menu--mostly in February.

“Quick question, am I allowed to apologize?”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, “Yes you may, but only in fruit baskets and coffee.”

“I got you, next time though. I’m on my way to something right now.”

“Something...” In comes the teasing undertone. “Does this ‘something’ have a name?”

Bursting into a fit of laughter at what is implied and replying, “Definitely not, its a work thing.”

“Speaking of work, I have to go. Ciao!”

Just in time to end the call, you pull into the designated parking deck from the email. Going through all of the security procedures was hell but blatantly necessary; the rest was gravy. Floating through the rest of the building gave you a slightly stressful feel because of all the men walking around with perfect suits and casting no glances your direction. When the glass doors labeled BAU appear, you take a deep breath and walk in with confidence. Taking in the buzzing sound of agents at work all around you. Agent Hotcher’s office is glaringly obvious: higher up than the rest, perfect overview of the hive, and in direct eye sight of the entryway doors.

Delivering a swift knock to the office door you hear a faint invitation from the inside. Walking in with a smile and straight back you are greeted with a man in a dark navy blue suit and a stoic look to attached to him. It first starts with the small talk of your experience, early life, skill sets, and what not.

“Agent Hotchner, might I speak out of line for a moment.” He gives you a skeptical look before nodding. “I understand the nature of this meeting but I am not completely sure why it was conducted.” His furrowed brown is not a good sign, making you correct your structure a bit. “Right, well,” God his stare is fucking intense. “What I mean to ask is, why am I here?”

That was bold.

“Agent, are you not aware that this is a Career Analysis Assessment?” As it slowly sinks in an O-shape forms with your mouth. Now you feel like a complete idiot in front of this prestigious, tight suited, man. “You were unaware? Its fine if you were,” You let out a sigh at the confirmation. “I have a tendency to write my emails with an excessive amount of four syllable words so one could see where the confusion originated.” You let out a nervous laugh at the realization that this is basically a job interview.

“I see that you’ve spent time studying abroad.” Indicated by the recommendations from your Italian Psychology teacher. “Why not join the CIA?”

“Dare I say, they make me nervous?” He cracks a small, very subtle, smile at the admission.

“What made you want to leave Human Resources?”

“I got tired of analyzing decisions with nothing but dead bodies and messy crimes and having my primal focus be the agents and not the victims or perpetrators. Using what I’ve learned as material for agents in training when I could have prevented it from happening.”

“Well said, but I need to be completely transparent with you.” This can’t be good. “I will admit that I have serious reservations about adding a Human Resources officer to my team.”

Shit let me stop him before this spirals. He thinks I’m a spy. “Sir, with all do respect, I have no intentions of being a bureaucratic spy. I’d also like to point out that I wasn’t that high on the HR totem pole to the point where I had an explicit say on what happens to agents, who is hire, fired, or how they’re trained. I analyzed and compromised while expressing my findings to an unbiased extent. If I wanted to be a spy I would have joined the CIA.” Besides, Head Quarter’s is the one that does all of that internal investigation stuff, not HR.

He doesn’t say anything or make any sudden movements for a good minute. I fucked up. That spy line was too far. “I’d like to offer you a position on this team, so long as you can start immediately.”

“Yes, of course I can! I don’t have much office supplies besides a pen or two and-”

“Its fine,” He stands from his seat and straightens the dark blazer. “I’ll have one of my agents show you around.”

From across the bullpen you spot a familiar blonde. “Oh my god!” The file in her hand falls to the floor. “Its you!” She practically squeals.

“Penelope, I didn’t know you work here.” You give your old friend a tight, unapologetic hug. She said she worked as a tech analysis but you always assumed it was for an activism group or a tech firm, not the FBI out of all things. Despite having such interesting jobs, you never talk about work with each other. She knows you work for the government but not which. Although knowing how good she is at uncovering people’s secrets, there’s a good chance she already knew you work for the FBI too.

“What are you doing here? Like physically here. I thought you were in Florida.”

“I have to get back, can you take care of Agent Y/L/N for me?” Hotchner says before rushing off without an answer.

And there she goes with the snooping. “Actually, I left the Florida office and went to California.”

“Oh.” Her face twists a bit. “And now you’re here?”

“I thought you were the woman behind the curtains, the all knowing.”

“And wonderful!” She points with her perfectly painted finger.

In comes a slim man with a messenger back, making a click in your mind. “Now where have I seen him before...” Turning slightly to follow his trail.

“That’s our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Unbelievable. “He’s twelve.” The young agent’s head snaps toward you and Penelope, “Does he have super human hearing too?” She introduces you to the Doctor who is, as expected, socially awkward in many ways. A man named David Rossi of whom you’ve met at least once during a few Bureau seminars; last you heard he had rejoined the BAU after retirement. Jennifer Jareau is gorgeous with a nurturing nature about her, she immediately recognizes your name from exchanged paperwork but that’s about it. The introductions are brief, everyone seems to be busy with their own things. “Penelope your team is kind of small.” You quietly mention to her.

“Oh!” Guess the realization that two people are missing, finally clicks in her head. She starts walking in the direction of a staircase so you automatically follow her. “This is Derek Morgan.” Standing in front of a round table is a tall man with a really toned body. “Derek, this is Agent Y/n L/n from Human Resources.” His eyebrow arches up in suspicion.

“Oh no I’m not here for anything bad, I’ve actual been transferred into the BAU. Working behind a desk and watching as others do the work I can’t, wasn’t working out for me.” Definitely won’t trust me until I save his life or something. “I’ve heard of you, one of the Academy trainers has shown a few videos of you.” He smirks at the implied compliment and finally holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Where’s...” Pen trails while looking around.

“Oh she’s getting coffee.” The darker man points behind himself.

“Who’s getting coffee?”

Reconciliation

Maybe we wouldn’t be so short handed if they sprung for better coffee. Emily thought to herself while stirring the flavorless, dark liquid. What if they attach a coffee shop to the building? Imagine how much money the shop would make off of overworked agents. But then I feel like we’d start developing a true addiction to this stuff. Her thoughts are interrupted by the approach of foot steps. She meets Derek’s figure and smiles at the resident goofball of the BAU. Followed by Penelope’s pink centralized outfit with feathers. Then there’s you, just as beautiful as the last time you saw each other. If not more. Your hair shines amongst the florescent lights, paired with the perfectly tailored outfit and jewelry. The same eyes that would brighten her day as they met. An almost unnoticeable bounce in you walk, same as it were years ago. As you step towards her there is a flash of gold on your wrist that sends a ping to Emily’s heart, its the necklace I gave you in high school.

Intersect

You would have know about Emily’s transfer here from a few years ago, had her paperwork gone through the HR department but apparently it went straight to the top because this is definitely a surprise. Once you realize its actually her you stop dead in your tracks. Can’t be.

“Y/n,” She stutters out your name in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“Emily, I work here.” Ripping the band-aid off like this is an every day encounter; seeing your unofficial ex who you were never actually with in the first place but had the same characteristics as a high school couple. Yeah...that.

She also blurted out a ‘no you don’t’ before Garcia interrupted. “How do you two know each other?”

You both snapped your heads to her simultaneously. “We don’t.” Also said that part at the same time.

“Right.” She drags. “I’m sensing some unresolved tension...”

“What are-” Em tries to object.

“So we’re going to go.” The tech analysis grabs the sleeve of the darker man and practically sprints off in the opposite direction. Morgan having a dumbfounded look on his face.

It feels like you’re at a stalemate, who will make the first move. What will the emotions be? Are they going to fly? Because I’d like to throw a few verbal punches her way. Who does that to someone? I thought I was over it but clearly the wound is still open. Great now watch her blame me for X, Y, and Z,

“I’ve missed you.” She barely whispers, sounding a bit broken yet insincere. Its like she’s detaching herself from the narrative. So unexpected that you almost think you’re imagining this. Why would she say that? This is not the Emily you remember.

Anger bubbles up in your throat ready to unleash upon her entirety. Instead of bursting into flames right on the spot, in the middle of your new place of employment you take a deep breath. Words of disbelief dance on your lips before speaking. “You did not.” She tilts her head like a curious puppy. Who am I even talking to?

“What do you mean?” And just like that she’s whisked away by a guy in a suit of whom you do not recognize. Your jaw clinches in a desperate attempt to keep your cool, wondering what the hell is going on.

Realization

Besides the surprise of seeing Emily, your first day went great. Everyone kept checking up on you and you couldn’t tell if it was because they were trying to be friendly, excited to have a new teammate, or nervous of your background. “She used to work for the FBI Human Resources Branch.” You heard the skinny one tell Morgan when they thought you weren’t listening.

JJ and Penelope invited you out for drinks but all you really wanted to do was lay in your bed with a face mask and a bag of chips. Waving a farewell to the blonde women and head to your car, but a few feet away you feel a presence. You quickly loop around in search of the energy with your hand on the top of your gun. “Woah woah.” Emily holds her hands up in surrender.

At the realization of who it is you take a breath and clip your gun back in place. You give her a “what the hell look” before straightening your outfit.

“Were you going to shoot me?”

She’s met with wide eyes from your end. “Maybe?! Who sneaks up on someone with a gun?”

“I didn’t ‘sneak’ up on you.”

“Emily, you wear all black and walk like a feather. What were you expecting?” The buried anger is starting showing through.

“Okay,” She does a weird hand movement that kind of looks like she’s trying to calm you down. “I’m sorry. I just thought we could talk.”

“Talk...” You’re not really following.

“Yes, I’d like to talk.”

“Emily what are you asking? I’m lost.”

She take a moment to figure it out before answering. “For a second chance, I’m asking for another shot.”

You uncross your arms at the admission, letting them lazily fall beside you. “Em- I-” She can’t be asking what I think she is. “Its been years. More than a decade has passed since-” The words suddenly die on your lips

“I know,” And it looks like there’s a slight glimmer in her eyes, implying the presence of suppressed tears. “I’d just like to explain.”

“Explain?” You bite, tasting the bitter flavor of annoyance.

“Yes, I at least owe you that.”

And that’s how you ended up here, with her. In a cozy, minimalistic loft at nine in the afternoon with a coffee table separating the two of you.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing to break the silence, and this time it actually sounded sincere. “If I could have explained everything to you back then, I would have.”

You lean forward, closer to her and push the rather large vase off to the side so she has to be vulnerable with you. Nothing to help her hide from herself. At her confused face you lean back in your seat and nod for her to continue.

“My mother was always a difficult woman and although she has gotten better over the years, things were at their worst when she found out how much time I had been spending with you.” The brunette takes a minute before admitting the next part. “She was responsible for your early departure. I tried to stop her, give you more time but she’s relentless.” She waits for your reaction but when met with nothing, she continues. “She threatened me by putting our connection on the line, which in retrospect I now realize was impossible to save. She had already made calls to get you out of the country by the time I could sever what we had. I never wanted to hurt you or end what we shared.”

“And what did we share, Emily?”

Her tongue darts from between her lips, doing that weird little biting thing she’s always done since we’ve known each other. It sparks something in you that you haven't felt in a while. “I think you know. The fact that you still wear the necklace I gave you, bracelet, means you never really forgot.”

“I liked it where I could see it, but Em you could have called, texted even.”

“I couldn’t I was scared. Then after you left I started to distance myself from everyone and everything was really going downhill.”

“How so?”

“I got mixed up with peer pressure and boys.” This doesn’t sound good. “At one point I did anything I could to fit in.”

“What does that mean?” There’s a moment when a tear wells up on one of her eyes, but not dropping. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I-” She tries to speak but nothing comes out. “I couldn’t tell my mother and the church wasn’t happy with my actions.” It suddenly dawns on you, like a smack in the face. You want to make her stop and just hold her but this needs to come out. “I couldn’t call you because it would hurt too much. I hated myself at that moment more than I ever have.”

“And you haven’t dated since?”

She sniffles and lets out a little laugh at that. “God no, I’ve dated people but I haven't dated another female since. It felt wrong, like I was replacing you or something.”

“You owe me nothing. You were just trying to protect me and I see that now.”

“I knew better, its been so long and when I heard you joined the academy I-”

“Wait, you knew and didn’t say anything?”

“Y/n I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other that attempt to move on.” Silence fills the room and its not the comforting kind. Its the tense, I need to do something, kind.

“Do you feel anything?” You dare to ask.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. Were your feelings lost in transit?”

“They froze the day you left, and thawed the day I saw you again. Today.”

“So its not over.”

She appears to contemplate your statement. “No, its not over. We have a chance to start over.”

What now?

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Headcanons of Yandere! Inasa Yoarashi

Request: Reader is a female UA student with a strong wind quirk, Inasa Yoarashi met her during the provisional license exam. She is not particularly charming or beautiful, but she peaked Inasa’s interests. Normally, she is a friendly person. However when he tried to talk to her, she would give a curt reply, clearly wants nothing to do with him. What angers him more is: She is close to Shoto Todoroki! Little did Inasa knows she is avoiding him because she is insecure about her control over the winds, she fears that the winds might favour Inasa and she would be left quirkless. Head canons please. Today is the wind boy’s birthday and there’s just so little content of him...He is underrated.

Notes: Interesting suggestion! Today is indeed his birthday, I shall tend to your request at once! I been wanting to write about him for a while ngl, but I just cannot find an exact idea. Thank you for this amazing idea, anon. There’s not much information about his personality so I don’t worry this being OOC hehe. Sorry if this turns out to be a bit Yandere… Man this took way longer then expected, please enjoy!

Update: Sequal No.1, Sequal.2(Coming soon)

Some of this is inspired by @reinawritesbnha‘s post. Go give it a read! It’s one of the best I ever seen.

Warning: Violence(non-graphic), yandere, kidnapping, dub con, implied breeding kink (? Idk this is the first time I wrote something like this)

You are a strong pro-hero in training. You can command airflows to your will, any gas is under your disposal. It is only a matter of time before you become the big three of your year. Even Bakugou does not want to anger you. You are a powerful tempest towards your enemies. Overall, you are quite confident about your abilities.

That is, before you met Inasa Yoarashi during the provisional license exam.

When you first saw him, you feel this sense of…familiarity. Even though you never met him before, you cannot shake this feeling of connection with Inasa.

Then you felt his cold glance towards your direction. But when his eyes met yours, his lips curl up into a big grin and bowed slightly.

“I am Inasa Yoarashi, also known as Gale Force, from Shiketsu High. And what is your name, beautiful miss from UA?” Man, he is loud.

Ah, so he is Gale force. You learned about him when picking out your hero name, he also has a wind quirk. Then it strikes you: what if the winds like him better? What if they just abandon me while he is around? Those thoughts make you feel helpless, the scenario of being quirkless terrifies you to no end.

The blush of being called “beautiful” is gone, instead you replace it with a stoic face: “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Yoarashi. I am (F/N) (L/N), also known as (hero name). Come on Shoto, they are almost starting, we should get going. Please excuse us.”

You walk away, smiling at Shoto. Leaving Inasa there, angry and confused.

He immediately regrets withdrawing his application from UA. If he had been in your school, it is him you would smile and befriend now, instead of that wicked Todoroki! The way you are calling his first name, so intimate, just sends anger through his brain.

So, you have a wind quirk too, huh? No wonder he feels this instant connection with you.

Froze there for a couple of seconds, until Nagamasa Mora called him. “What has gotten into you, Inasa? The exam is going to start soon.” Ashamed to admit his true feelings, Inasa would brush off the older man’s concern, and pretend nothing had happened.

Words cannot describe how he felt when he saw you in your hero costume. Like Inasa, you had chosen to put a thick jacket on. The skies can get quite cold, after all. His looks practical, with multiple tubes to help regulate the air currents. But your grey coat looks like an expensive piece from a boutique, the edges even has fur for decorations. Inasa think your look fits for a scroll in the snow, instead of a battlefield. It’s probaly for disguise to fool villians. You have not fully button up the coat yet, he can still glimpse the (favorite colour) spandex bodysuit underneath. If this has not been an exam, Inasa swears he would ask you to go to dinner with him, here and now.

Feeling his gaze fixated on you, you tense up nervously. Is he finding ways to take the winds away from me? Horrified, you decide to stay far away from him during the exam as possible.

Shoto noticed your nervous state, he asks you what is wrong. You shrug, stating it is just pre-exam stress.

Every time Inasa sees you and Shoto’s friendly interactions, his heart bleeds. But he decides to wait until after the exam to take any action. He also decides to impress you with his outstanding performance in the exam.

When you choose the furthest area from him, it left him feeling disappointed. So he chooses a tall building as his battleground, to better utilize his quirk and to watch you from afar.

Unlike his approach with winds, which focus on intensity and strength, your winds concentrate their efforts on speed. Stealth and fast, most people only catch your afterimage in the corner of their eyes.

Your strategy is creating vacuums around their heads. When your opponents are choking due to lack of oxygen, you press them against a solid surface to knock them out. Then you score with the tennis balls, done. Simple yet effective. It has only been five minutes into the exam, and you are already finished, with minimal efforts of two people unconscious.

Inasa saw all of this from the top of the building, of course. Like an assassin of the night, you move with such grace, and that speed of yours! Truly amazing. He had never thought of creating vacuums before. He guesses this is one of your ultimate moves.

He might just be curious about you before, but after seeing you fly around with that incredible swiftness, Inasa find himself becoming more smitten with you.

It is settled in his mind: he has to have you. Just imagine how what a power couple you two would be! The wind duo will be invincible. And your children would have the strongest wind quirk ever.

In the break room, you sigh with relief; you reached your goals: stay furthest away from Inasa as possible and passing with negligible efforts. Taking out your (favorite snack) from your backpack, you decide to reward yourself a little.

But then you find Inasa grinning at you across the room. Your good mood vanishes instantly.

Talking to Shoto to distract yourself from his burning stare, you felt his gaze moved away.

“That Yoarashi guy, I saw him in the entrance exam for recommended students. I was surprised that he went to Shiketsu.”

Phew. You were delighted to hear him say that. You would not want to deal with this situation on a daily basis.

Before you can feel that delight, however. Inasa invites himself into your conversation.

“Your speed is incredible! The way you master your winds is truly impressive. We should train together sometime. We can share our experiences on the winds!”

Being the nice person you are, you did not ignore him, trying to bring yourself to like him. You do want to share experience with a fellow wind user.

You did not notice how he left Shoto out of the conversation, completely. Not that he wants to socialize with Inasa, but still.

To Inasa, you remind him of the warm spring breeze. A ray of sunshine, easygoing and friendly, the complete opposite of Todoroki.

Of course, you are unaware of his ridiculous plans involving a future together and children. You just see him as a enthusiastic, loud boy.

Shoto can feel his obsession thoughts for you, however. After Inasa left to prepare for the second part, Shoto warned you subtlety. But you did not take it seriously, saying that is just how Inasa make friends. “He’s like that with everyone. No need to worry.”

The second exam you devoted yourself into rescuing. Shoto said he would deal with the villain. So you just focused on dealing with injured “civilians”. After gaining knowledge of their “injuries”, you lift the debris with winds and deliver them to the first-aid station.

It was after the exam you find out the two had fight while dealing with the villain.

They did not pass. You comforted Shoto about it, leaving Inasa upset. He failed the exam too; he needs your comforting words just as much as Todoroki!

You exchanged numbers with Inasa upon depart, promise him to train together soon. You fear of inferiority is gone; being this close to him, you can sense his power is not as strong as yours. Evidently it is him who should worry about falling out of the wind’s favour.

Your friends, especially Mina, tease you about your little encounter with the other wind user. Calling him your “Shiketsu boyfriend”. You yell for them to stop, saying you only seen him as a friend.

Inasa’s friends are pretty much the same. Although he is a year younger, his sociable nature made him approachable. He shows off now he got your number, and they all laughed. “She can create vacuums and suffocate people; I would hate to get on (y/n)’s bad side.”

After the exam, he wrote out his plan of attack, staying up until 2am to do so. Shiketsu forbid its students to have any romantic relationships, so Inasa wasn’t planning on having one with you. Your relationship with him will remain platonic until you both graduate.

It involves an arranged marriage and an immense sum of dowry to bribe your parents. His father always taught him to go after what he wants with all his might. Inasa cannot wait until you graduate and move in with him. It is such a shame a powerful hero like you have to become a homemaker so soon. But he cannot have you swinging around the city in spandex, they are for his eyes only. He wants to keep you in the safety of his house, to train his brood of offspring. Yes, that is what your prestigious UA diploma for-for his children’s head start in life.

Stalking you would be difficult since you can sense the movement of air around you. They report any abnormalities to you at once. So he watched you from afar, how you shoot across the sky like a bullet to go to school every morning, how you relaxed in mid air during lunch break, or how you laugh with your friends outdoors.

Sometimes you would feel like someone is watching you, but the winds say all clear. So you just mark it as you are being too self-conscious and do not care.

You two would occasionally text and train together/help each other with homework on weekends, getting lunch together afterwards. him acting like nothing less then a gentleman. You start viewing him as a friend, despite what Shoto said before.

Inasa is glad that you did not seem to take interest in any boys during your high school time. If you end up inTodoroki’s arms, he does not know what he will do to Shoto.

A week after you graduate UA your parents told you they have received a marriage proposal. They have already accepted it, so there is no room for negotiation.

You are shocked to surprised finding your intended to be Inasa Yoarshi. You thought of him only as a training buddy prior to this.You ask to postpone the marriage until you become a full pro-hero but was shut down rather brutally. He said he will provide for you. There is no need for you to work when he can just take care of everything.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m going to take such great care of you! You can teach the children at home, so they can get a head start in hero life!”

Avoiding him would be pretty easy considering your speed, you can carry on with hero work as if nothing has happened, even moving to another city. However if this goes on for too long, Inasa will kidnap you.

Most likely to steal you away from your apartment at night, as he is as good at being stealthy as you. You live alone, it was a breeze. Some Chloroform and ropes would get the job done.

You would wake up in a nicely furnished room one morning, quirk-cancelling collar locked on your neck. With chains long just enough to reach the bathroom.

Inasa hates seeing you upset, but it is all going to be better once you get used to your new employment: his sweet wife, the mother of his children.

Will consider letting you go outside for grocery shopping if you been good, with his company of course.

He would never raise a hand on you, no matter how much you screams and reisists him. Being so understanding, Inasa knows you need some time to come around.

He loves nothing more then watching you do domestic chores, this man got issues. He expects you stay at home, cook dinner for him and take care of him. Which is a nightmare for you, since you despise housewife life.

You are so helpless without your winds to protect you, so you tried to rip this goddamn collar off everyday. But it was futile: only Inasa has the key.

You went to bed with him just to get some time outdoors, since your claustrophobia is acting up. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle and soft. But you regret it soon after because he become insatiable afterwards.

Then two months later you found yourself in the bathroom, staring at a positive pregnacy test.

Once Inasa knows about your condition, he will loosen the restrictions. You can now use your quirk under his supervisions: it’s excerise, and the two of you both need it.

He would take you to comittee events, to go visit his friends, even letting you see your friends from time to time. You also got your phone back, but with a tracking app installed on it.

Now all he has to do is wait a couple more months to meet his child.

#yandere bnha #yandere inasa yoarashi #yandere self insert #inasa yoarashi #inasa yoarashi x reader

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honeycobie · 5 years ago

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Juyeon x reader, fluff

requested by: anon

a/n: i don’t have much to say but if you would like a song to listen to while reading this, try listening to she likes spring, i prefer winter by slchld (it’s the cutest love song and i’m obsessed with it) i love you and i hope you have a wonderful day/night 💗

If Juyeon were to tell someone how much he loves you, he would say that he adores you to the moon and back and that his love for you is infinite and it hasn’t, won’t and will never die.

Juyeon cannot express his gratitude enough, how you just came into his life and brightened it instantly. You cheer him up and you’re there for him, even when the day is dark and he can no longer see the light anymore.

But if he were to describe you, you would be the summer breeze, cool and gentle, something that he would always welcome with open arms.

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It was evening, all the boys crammed on the couch with you perched on the arm of it, busily reenacting something that had happened at your shift today.

In the middle of describing the event, you crack a lame joke half-heartedly, knowing that no one would laugh at it.

“Ha ha ha.” Sunwoo says sarcastically, causing you to stick your tongue at him.

To everyone’s surprise, Juyeon laughs, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

“I knew someone would have my back.” you joke, flipping your hair dramatically, shooting a thankful look at him.

Eric makes a face at your response. “That’s only because he’s no fun. Now I know why you get along so well with him, you’re both so lame.”

Offended, you snatch the nearest pillow and lobbed it, aiming for his head. To your dismay, he dodges it effortlessly, smirking triumphantly.

“Or maybe he’s just whipped.” Hyunjae snickers, rousing a loud murmur of assent from the boys.

Once the conversation dies down, you launch back into you reenactment enthusiastically, gesturing wildly with your hands.

Juyeon shifts into a comfortable position, his eyes trained on you, unable to suppress a fond smile. Propping his chin on his hand, he drowns out all the side conversations the boys are having, only paying attention to you.

Slowly droning your voice out, Juyeon lets his gaze travel from your eyes to your lips, involuntarily pouting as he realizes that he can’t kiss you when the other boys are around.

Juyeon grimaces when he remembers the last time and only time he did that.

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Juyeon tries to catch his breath after a spontaneous tickling session. You were cornered against a wall, your cheeks flushed as you tried to stop laughing.

Yelping, you try to avoid Juyeon’s half-hearted attempt to jab at your side. Without thinking, he leans down, stealing a kiss from you.

You blink at him with doe eyes, your cheeks blushing a darker shade of rose. “What was that for?” you ask breathlessly, your lips parted slightly.

Shrugging, he leans back, trying to fight back the flush that starts to creep up his neck and towards his cheeks.

Cradling his face, you pull Juyeon’s face closer to yours. He nuzzles his nose against yours, causing your heart to melt. His lips brushing against yours, he pauses slightly before speaking and you feel his breath fan against your face.

“I love you.”

You grin at his statement, your eyes shining lovingly before you press your lips against his in a long and chaste kiss.

Juyeon sighs, inhaling your scent as he kisses back, slowly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that causes you to gasp and grip his shoulders as you feel yourself gradually losing your balance.

Fixated on each other, neither of you notice the front door opening nor hear the footsteps advancing into the living room.

That is, until the silence was broken with a piercing shriek.

“OH MY GOD!”

Startled, you break off the kiss, eyes widening as you exchange a look with Juyeon. He looks slightly irritated at the disruption, his lips pursed.

Turning, you see Changmin, frozen in the middle of the hallway, his eyes bulging in horror. He had dropped his iced coffee on the ground, creating a mess.

Shouldering past him, Sunwoo appears, giving the both of you a scowl as he tactfully steps over the spill. “Get a room you two.”

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, apologizing. Although Changmin has regained his composure and has begun to mop up the spill on the ground, the poor boy still looks traumautized.

No words are exchanged between you and Juyeon, but the both of you silently vow to never get caught again.

And that, means no kissing in the dorm.

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Lost in his thoughts, Juyeon barely notices that the boys have left the living room, leaving you and him alone.

“Earth to Juyeon.” you tease, waving your hand in front of his face. “What’s going on in your head?”

He shakes his head, before giving you a smile, automatically reaching over to hold your hand. “It’s nothing.”

You give him a suspicious look before it’s replaced by an easy smile. “How about we bake something then?”

Juyeon nods, pushing himself off the couch before dragging you to your feet. You go limp, causing you to fall into his arms. Laughing, he dips his head to kiss your forehead before letting go. You regain your balance before you topple over, glancing at him disapprovingly as he shrugs nonchalantly, trudging towards the kitchen.

As he rummages through the cupboards and cabinets for ingredients and utensils, you struggle with your apron.

“Juyeon, help me.” you whine, spreading your arms out.

Turning around, he snorts, bowled over with laughter. You had somehow gotten the apron tangled in your hair and all knotted up.

Crossing your arms, you glare at him. “It’s not funny.” you deadpan, watching as he continued to snicker, unable to stop.

Wiping away tears of mirth, he walks over. Carefully disentangling you from it, he chuckles softly at your cross expression.

“You’re so cute.” Juyeon ruffles your hair and your lips quirk up into a small smile at the way his eyes twinkle as he gives you a grin.

Staring at the ingredients and supplies laid out neatly on the kitchen counter, you suddenly feel unmotivated. “I don’t really feel like baking anymore.” you admit sheepishly, your hands playing with the fabric of the apron.

“How about we cuddle then?” Juyeon suggests, your heart fluttering at the way he smiles sweetly at you, his gaze tender.

“That sounds like a great idea.” you laugh, grasping his hand firmly as you tug him towards the couch.

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After you leave, Juyeon lies in bed, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone as he waits for your text.

His eyes light up the moment he sees it, rapidly typing out a response. The corners of his mouth lift when you reply with a snarky comment.

For a several hours, you text each other until Juyeon slowly realizes how late it’s getting. Sending you a goodnight text, he can’t help but smile widely, clasping his phone to his chest giddily.

Just thinking about you makes his cheeks grow warm. Squealing, he kicks around his duvet before burying his face into the pillow, his heart fluttering. Calming down, he places his phone on the table before lying down, stretching out comfortably.

As Juyeon closes his eyes, for some reason, all he can think of is you and the way your face brightens with joy whenever you see him.

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The next day, you’re on a break at the coffee shop you work at when you receive a message from Juyeon, telling you to meet him outside.

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you carefully take off your apron, making sure not to mess up your hair. Running outside, you peer around, looking for him.

Across the street, Juyeon’s smile grows when he notices you outside. He stifles a giggle at how adorable you look, bewilderment written all over your face as you search for him.

He calls your name, waving his arms wildly. Your attention snapping to him, your eyes widen for a heartbeat before you beam, sprinting across the street, before hurling yourself into his arms.

Juyeon blinks, taken aback by the force of you throwing yourself at him. Recovering, he chuckles, patting your head. “Did you miss me that much, love?”

You try to say something but your voice is muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Shaking his head fondly, he reaches down and tilts your face up but you avoid his gaze, brushing your hair over to cover your face.

Puzzled, he turns his head your way, trying to force you to meet his eyes. When you attempt to squirm out of the hug, Juyeon tightens his embrace, stopping you from trying to escape from his arms.

You sqeauk, finally succeeding in freeing yourself as you look to the side, your hair falling into your face.

“Is something wrong?” Juyeon questions, perplexed.

You hesitate, your hands pressed on top of your forehead as you turn around slowly. “I have a pimple.” you confessed, abashed.

He gawps at you, astonished before cracking up, unable to resist how adorable you look. “You’re so cute.” he chortles, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders jolting up and down with laughter.

You just stand there, the embarassment gradually replaced by irritation. “What’s so cute about a pimple?” you ask, stupefied as you watch the male before you try to control his laughter.

Juyeon reaches out and squishes your cheeks with both hands, causing your lips to jut out. “It’s cute how you think I care about a pimple.”

Flinging his hands off your face, you scrunch your face in indignance. “It’s ugly, Juyeon. I should’ve put on something to conceal it.” you mutter, trying to sound tough but your voice comes out whiney.

“You’re beautiful no matter what.” he says seriously, his laughter ending abruptly.

“You cheesy sap.” you grin, trying to hide how easily your heart flutters at his statement, cheeks taking on a faint tinge of pink.

When he simply gives you his charming smile, you can’t help but melt, suddenly feeling like you were in a new relationship with how easily you swooned at his actions.

“Why did you ask me to meet you outside?” you question, changing the subject as you look away, suddenly feeling your face become extremely hot.

“To give you this!” Juyeon speaks cheerfully as he thrusts a bag of takeout into your hands.

Dumbfounded, you hold onto the bag, staring up at him with questioning eyes. “Why are you giving me food? I packed lunch today, dummy.”

“You shouldn’t be eating sandwiches all day. Aren’t you bored of them?” Juyeon nags, shaking his head.

“Maybe...” you acknowledge slowly, laughing sheepishly when he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

His phone suddenly vibrates and he looks away to glance at the screen. “Hyunjae’s starting to wonder where I am.” he announces, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy smile. “Go back before Sangyeon scolds you or something.” you holler, waving at him before crossing the street.

“Then I’ll see you tonight!” he calls, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Juyeon chuckles when you don’t respond, shooing him away insistently with a stern look.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Juyeon steals one last look at you before he turns on his heel, smiling as he tilts his head to admire the cloudless sky.

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Yawning, you approach your front door, tired from a day of work. Your eyes widen when you notice the door is ajar. Holding your bag in front of you like a shield, you push the door open, cringing at the creak it makes.

Venturing in, you look around for any sign of the intruder, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your gaze falls onto the familiar pair of shoes near the door and you can’t help but sigh in relief, the bag falling from your hands.

Making sure to close and lock the door, you take off your shoes before wandering towards your bedroom.

Flicking the lights on, you nearly jump when you notice Juyeon sitting on your bed, his back facing you.

Detecting the change in his mood, you quietly drop your bag on the ground before sitting next to him, the mattress dipping underneath your combined weight as you hug him, your chin resting on his shoulder.

Startling at your touch, he turns around and his cheek brushes yours, your heart leaping at the mere feeling of his skin against yours. Scolding your heart, you let out a hum in greeting, breathing in his familiar scent.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, your eyes roving over his features for any sign of sadness or discomfort.

Juyeon hesitates for a heartbeat before turning around in your arms, hiding his face in your neck. “Just hold me like this please.” his voice is quiet, almost indistinct and it pains you to hear how broken he sounds.

Wordlessly, you squeeze him tighter as you listen to his steady breaths, trying to convey your support and love for him through your touch. After a while of just holding him silently, you feel something wet slide down your neck, quickly followed by more droplets.

Alarmed, you pull back, gaze softening sympathetically when you see the tears trailing down Juyeon’s face. You brush away his tears with your hands, starting to feel your own eyes water at how dejected Juyeon looks.

“I’m not forcing you to speak but I just want you to know that I’m always here if you need me, okay? I love you and I’m always going to be supporting you.” you whisper, your voice soothing as you start to rub his back comfortingly.

Juyeon nods, not meeting your gaze. You continue wiping away his tears for him until gradually they stop slipping down his face. Looking at you, a weak smile appears on his face when he notices how serious you look, your eyes glittering with unshed tears.

“What are you looking at?” you retort, laughing shakily when it comes out sounding a lot weaker than it usually would.

Continuing to stare at you, his smile grows larger, until you can’t help but grin with him.

“You’re cute.” he states, resting his chin back on your shoulder, his voice barely anything louder than a whisper.

“Do you even mean it? You say it at least a million times a day.” you comment, giving him an exaggerated pout.

Juyeon laughs and you feel it rumble through his chest. “Of course I do. I have to say it daily to remind you.” he teases, lifting his hand to toy with the smooth strands of your hair, gently giving it a tug.

You don’t respond, instead snuggling closer to him, murmuring contently.

“Thank you.”

You blink drowsily, starting to feel sleepy in his warm embrace as Juyeon starts humming an unfamiliar tune, his deep voice calming you and lulling you to sleep.

“For what?”

“For being by my side and always being so considerate and honest.” he pauses when he notices you drifting off, an endearing and fond smile slipping onto his lips.

“For choosing me, loving me and never doubting me. For that, I love you.”

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jjonyangdan · 5 years ago

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[ oneus / son dongju (xion) ] ; fluff | college au | 1.2k words

→ it’s been quite a bit of time since the last time you spent time with dongju like this.

→ a/n: to the anon who requested, i’m sorry this took time to get out;; it was supposed to be done yesterday but i lacked motivation TT i was debating on what to write, as this wasn’t what i originally planned, as i think i might be making that into a mini drabble set series? so i apologise if this isn't what you expected;;;

online schooling has commenced for me, so it might take a bit of more time to work on the ravn college au drabble, but it is planned to be written next! thank you for requesting and i hope you’re fine with wait for the other half of your request 💚

The crisp breeze strokes your cheeks as you’re making yourself comfortable on one of the metallic chairs situated outside the brightly lit store, setting down various food products on the circular table in front of you. You can hear the sharp sound of the legs of a chair scraping against stone, your companion entering into your line of sight as they breathe vapour in the cold air and mirror your actions.

There’s a smile decorating your face, your eager fingers immediately leaping for one of the canned beverages as a metallic snap rings in the air and a reinvigorating rush floods your mouth. A refreshed sigh is released from your throat and you place the drink back down, reaching out for another one of the items scattered before you. “This is just what I needed after finally completing that tedious assignment.”

Dongju, who sits across you, flashes you a small smile and does a little cheer. “You did well~” he says, following his compliment with soft—and fluffy due to his sweater-paws—claps. “Now we can celebrate with food.” With a radiance shimmering in his eyes, he searches for his own snack out of the assortments laid out on the table to indulge in.

You giggle endearingly at his excitement and bob your head in agreement, enveloped by a coat of ease. “Thank you again for paying for everything. You really didn’t have to.” Fingers fumbling with the packet trapped in your hands, it takes quite a few tugs to finally split it apart but once the flavour has dissolved in your mouth the struggle is history and you’re peacefully munching on more of the chips.

“Don’t worry about that,” he stubbornly reassures, “you worked hard, so you deserve this.” His eyes aren’t trained on you but the colorful package within his grasp as he focuses to rip it open. You know how this is only a distraction so he doesn’t get swept up in the waves of doubt and contrition that could sometimes creep over him. “I couldn’t do much for you, so I want to make up for that with this even though it’s not really anything.”

“Nonsense. What are you going on about, Dongju?” Your lips dip into a frown as you set your half-eaten snack down and slide your hand gently into his. You lace your fingers together as they snuggly connect, fitting as if they are two perfect halves. “Just with you there beside me is more than enough, as cheesy as that sounds.” Hums flow peacefully past your lips, wafting in ripples, as you beam at him. “And besides, how does buying me drinks and food at the cafeteria when you didn’t have to equate to not doing much? You’ve been constantly taking care of me!”

He manages a shy smile at your heartfelt adulations, looking down from your dazzling smile. “Thank you...” it comes out as a timid whisper, fingers applying pressure to your hand. He can hear your endearing laughter soothing his ears, cooling the bashfulness warming his cheeks. The sound lingers and circulates within his chest as he watches you steal another sip of your drink, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across your visage.

“I should be sorry instead of not being able to spend time with you.” There’s a pout clenching your lips, dejection swimming in the pools of your (e/c) eyes as you sway your hands together side-to-side in a serene rhythm. “This is more than enough. I’m just glad I’m finally able to return to our little midnight dates like this.”

He silently coincides, a warm smile blooming on his soft features, as you both return to filling your stomachs with the goodies you’ve purchased, exchanging bursts of conversation here and there and sharing laughs.

Days with Dongju would often consist of trips like these, strolls around campus while admiring the scenery amidst the varying seasons or soft cuddle sessions in either yours or his dorm. Each moment spent with him was peaceful and sweet, full of loving whispering and comforting snuggling and a lot of playfulness. However, for the past month, you’ve been occupied with completing an important task for one of your classes which had limited the time you could spend with him. But with that out of the way now, you could now return to the little activities you always did with him.

You’re both exchanging bites and peacefully feeding each other. With a smile you have your chin cradled in your palms as you admire his beauty illuminated by the store’s light. You don’t understand how he can manage to look so adorable, so ethereal, whenever and wherever you saw him. He could be doing anything and you’d instantaneously be enchanted by his delicacy and fluidity when handling things (that is, unless you were to agitate him in some shape or form but he’s still cute like that).

Dongju looks up when your dreamy giggle brushes his ears, noticing your fixation on him. His head slants slightly to the side, but he allows himself to observe your wide grin for a while more. It’s difficult to not burst out into small laughter, finding your state lovable. “What’s wrong?” he asks when his voice decides to show itself, earning a questioning hum from you, “you’re staring at me.”

The only answer he receives after is of you curling your palms directly against his cheeks, greeting his skin with a sheet of coolness as you cup his face. “Your cheeks are all red,” you comment, a smile in your voice. “I’m trying to warm them up with my hands.”

“But your hands are cold as well?” He snickers in amusement, visage draped in a veil of amusement

“Oh? They are?” You laugh as well but don’t move to lift your hands away.

He, in turn, doesn’t pull away and instead shoots you a sweet smile. He softly takes hold of your hands, covering them with the sleeves of his sweater as he encases them within its snug wool. Peeling them off his countenance, he resumes to hug them together on the table between you both. “I’ll give you my own warmth this time. Be thankful~”

“Thank you, Dongju. I love you~” You quickly bounce forward to land a swift peck on his lip, which causes him to giggle out of shyness.

You’re then exhaling, your breath materialising like fog toward the sky as you feel the winds begin to adopt a sharp blade that slices against your skin. “It is getting colder though. I think we should start heading back now,” you say with a hum before eliciting a noise of realisation. “You don’t have classes tomorrow morning, right?”

“Nope~”

“You know what that means? We can cuddle ‘till noon!”

He finds himself smiling at your excited tone, but he’s just as set on the idea as you are. His eyes are trailing your form that springs to your feet, your hands dancing on the table as you’re beginning to gather the mess to discard. You’re quickly shooting him a look, one that urges him to aid you, which he does.

Afterwards, you’re both ambling back to his dorm. You have your arms around him, a skip in your step. He’s wearing a smile, glancing fondly at you out of his peripheral. It’s chilly but it doesn’t feel like it when you’re in close proximity with him and he can sense your warmth nuzzling into his side. It’s beginning to pacify him into a state of drowsiness and he can’t wait until he’s able to embrace you tightly to his chest and take in your existence and the fluttering of your heart, having missed you dearly as well.

#oneus #oneus scenarios #oneus imagines #oneus fluff #oneus xion #son dongju #dongju #oneus dongju #xion scenario #xion imagines #xion fluff #dongju scenarios #dongju imagines #dongju fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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queenrisa14 · 5 years ago

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And here is my UsaMamo Spring Exchange Fic for the legend herself, @idesofnovember (also known as @antigonetwo). As I always am with exchange fics I was suppppppper nervous lol but I hope you like it!!

It’s got Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask, AmiXMamoru Brotp, a Taylor Swift lyric title (yes I was also that anon and now I have “Wonderland” on my playlist because it’s an absolute banger)

THANK YOU to the wonderful @uglygreenjacket for hosting this exchange!! It has come at a time where there’s a need to feel some comfort and hope for everyone out there ♥️♥️♥️♥️

“I reach for you

But you were gone

I knew I had to go back home

You searched the world for something else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end in wonderland we both went mad”

Wonderland, Taylor Swift

#usamamospringexchange2k20 #sailor moon fanfic #usagi tsukino #mamoru chiba #usamamo #canon divergent au #angst

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9w1ft · 5 years ago

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feels a little early to be writing a year-in review but i find myself in a quiet moment so i thought i’d tap a few things out

in 2019, in all facets of my life, i faced a challenge of some sort and i surprised myself as i held my ground more often than ran away, which felt new. what *also* felt new was this sense of ease i began having professionally, when it came to conceptualizing and making decisions. sorta feels like a lot of things are crystallizing.

in terms of life on here, i didn’t have TSL for the majority of the year (anybody out there remember TSL?!) so i busied myself with crafting fun memories on my own. there were spans of weeks where i’d just get on a tear and run into one new thing after the other and it was all really just fantastic. i gave myself permission to indulge in the most decadent of things and to follow the most mercurial of assumptions to places i thought closed off.

i’m pretty sure i’ve smiled and laughed more over this year than i ever have in my entire life. no joke.

here are some kaylorverse moments that brought me joy in 2019:

it’s nice to have a friend

2018 was my first year being a kaylor and i just sort of was moreover on the contributor or commenter side of things so 2019 was interesting in that when taylor really leaned into the gay imagery leading up to album release, i started getting newer people sending me stuff! and asking me my takes on things! and like, my words suddenly had weight for some reason? it felt weird but i truly enjoyed getting to talk with so many different people and hear their ideas and laugh and such. that was markedly different from last year. from within this, 79-swift reached out to me with the eye theory, the most beautiful and rare of observations by a singularly lovely individual that i have dedicated my life to protecting and promoting. and i feel like i’ve gotten to know many people i knew through 2018 more deeply and have come to accept the role i play, lean in to it, and formulate my own truth of the matter, and that sort of heightened perspective on it has been a blessing and i’m so thankful for this strange sense of camaraderie that has formed with many of you? thank you??? and my conviction, and my wishes, for the girls to find happiness have only strengthened this year... im committed to seeing this through whether people like it or not!! harumph!

block ‘em

i also started proactively curating my experience.. that’s right! i began blocking trolls with reckless abandon, and i turned anons off! 😂 and damn it’s so much more worthwhile of a time on here when you set aside people that only want to ruin your day.

i got over my fear of eyeballs!!

😂 no seriously, body horror and in particular eyes out of context was actually sort of a thing that previously creeped me out BUT LOOK AT ME NOW. i’m gonna do my best not to rehash the eye theory, please read the post and recall the number of times i filipped out 😂 each and every one is precious to me

also

geeking out with bert and ernie gifs with kaylorfossil and making empsmd-blog drop her debit card need a mention.

the ME! music playlist.

i fell in love with so many songs and like, running into eye motifs in so many of the songs, lyrically and visually, was the most hilarious thing. but really just a lot of the songs really tapped at my soul with an ice pick and i even went to go see The Japanese House live in Osaka which was transcendental and i’m just so thankful for having taylor introduce Good At Falling to me because it was a *necessary* album.

i made and collected stuff

i made and amassed many artifacts that one day i can look back on and remember what a wild ride it has been. some favorites are my procuring of the pixel art heart ring from the ME! mv (a nod to my tsl days..), as well as the evil eye ring.. i didn’t physically make this but the eye theory made the taydar podcast and there’s nothing i enjoy more in this world than making someone giggle and i just love that the episode exists. making that kaylor straw was 👌 working on a mock-up of the golden locket has been very satisfying. i started incorporating fun kaylor winks into my artwork as well which was fun, and i also commissioned a collage from the very talented and lovely valheria and i couldn’t have asked for anything better 🥰

wildin in the TS7 tag was the best.

i made this observation that there’s this type of cocoon that looks like a cobra, which transforms into a butterfly over a period of 13 days, and like, the post got so many notes and i just had a lot of swiftie eyeballs all of a sudden on my blog which led to some hilarity. but honestly i just love geeking out over theories and it’s fun to get to do that as fans of taylor at large. things felt warm and effervescent.

my newspaper subscription

i subscribe to the TTB Times and let me just say the submissions and anons this year were overwhelmingly a delight to read through every day. also like, we did get cued in to stuff before album release and i am just thankful that there are people out there both who want to give us that and people who work to help them give us that. thank you ttb for moderating your blog (my newspaper of choice) however it is that you do and to everyone that contributed to her blog.

the whole lead up to the ME! video release

so glorious... but particular the hour before. i was rushing to pick up my kid from school and suddenly i kept getting messages from people that taylor was covering her face and framing her eyes, and i was like oh please yeah sure BUT THEN when the snake in the video had a blank eye like i don’t think you guys understand i had to wait at a bus stop and exchange pleasantries with the other moms but it was a *five alarm fire* in my mind

cause shade never made anybody less gay

stealing away to listen to YNTCD for the first time and hearing Taylor Alison Swift use the word gay in a released song for the first time was a transcendental moment

karlie’s hand in the YNTCD mv.

‘nuff said

daisies. daisies everywhere.

taylor said daisy kaylor rights, and she said it everywhere. *everywhere*. cannot, will not, get over how blessed we are.

gay gay gay gay gay.... taylor’s

sorry not sorry that wiz khalifa collab with elohim on her track FYM was ethereal and i still hope it’s a part of the preshow playlist for Lover Fest

clue hunting in klossy videos and karlie ads

call me a corporate shill all you want like, there’s always a little something in there and i also enjoy the little flickers of goofy karlie that jump out from time to time. and i know this is not the case for everyone but post eyepocalypse, karlie leaning in, winking that eye of hers time and time again was just pique comedy for me and it always made me chuckle. the brands karlie has repped have been really laying it on thick too and it’s been a joy to see. when taylor does it with her music it’s art, and for me karlie’s media presence is a form of art too 😌

oh kaptain my kaptain

kimby liked a comment of mine on her insta which was a distinct honor and privilege 😌 and really she was dropping clues left and right through spring up until she got her snazzy new job and things calmed down 🥰 of which i am so proud talk about an on brand job! also partially clearing the air about my TSL theory and the lead up to clearing that air was quite fulfilling for me and i am forever grateful for the time we shared. and to this point, the seesters in general (and kurt omg) have been quite active all year and we don’t deserve it but they’ve stuck around and it’s been calming.

album cover art release on the livestream

LIKE I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE NEVER HAD A FOURTH WALL BROKEN SO DULY

i love you forever, thank you for everything

when taylor came to visit tokyo this year i was basically reenacting the swamp scene from OOTW trying to get a ticket to the secret event... i listened to ME! on LINE MUSIC for over 2000 plays, i bought multiple CD’s, it was such an ordeal and then to not have a ticket after all but still putting on my thinking cap and managing to figure out where the event was while i was at disney sea and literally running from disney sea to the venue in high heels with The Man playing on my phone was oscar-worthy and actually *being correct* and the moment i knew i was correct and how i knew i was correct was so amazing 😉 and i play by the rules so i didn’t try to get in without a ticket and i didn’t lurk. but just to have figured it out and validated it was such a thrill. seeing her on TV live was amazing as well ///

lost in japan, reprise

oh and, last year for rep tour there was this theory i had which didn’t pan out but it had to do with the clues i thought shawn mendes was dropping through autumn 2018 and anyway that’s a story for another day but as i was bopping around town, looking for lockets, staying in rooms i have no business being in, drinking lots of whisky...just to know that while i was doing *everything but* successfully meeting taylor, she literally phoned shawn and had him record lines for that eye theory remix like, i will never ever, like, guys. guys. 😂 it’s too perfect for words. the world is weird like that sometimes.

Lover

and omg Lover the album? i absolutely love lover and i loves that honeymoon period of theorizing and parallel unearthing that we did and i love how slightly creepy-cute it is and i love the whole wabi-sabi thing going on and i absolutely love every song on the album, every one, they all have so much meaning to me... and each one is teeming with little blips and bloops and sound samples and seconds of silence and i love all the brass instruments and so many lush moments... i guess my shortlist (in no particular order) would be the archer, lover, i think he knows, daylight, cruel summer, false god, cornelia street, ME! (yea i really like me 🥰). and to think about everything that went in to the album and the thrill of what it might have been and the vastness of what we don’t know, but like, the weight of that potential?? it’s like this vast pastel and black abyss of drowsy and deep feelings and i love every inch of it. it’s a vibe that reflects so much of what this year has been for me and i’m happy to have existed in this time to have had it with me.

jesus this has gotten too long, and i still have like 24 more things to write out but um, basically, as i’m sure you’ve been able to assume? i wanted to say that despite 2019 being somewhat of a slasher film affair for our fandom, i still had a goddamn great time this year and i hope everyone can find some good memories and relive them as well 🥰

#kaylor #much love to you all!!#all eyes on us

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innaminitus · 6 years ago

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Beauty and the beast

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: sweet smut

Word count: 1690

Request: "Imagine being Avengers’ assassin and die-hard Disney fan in disguise; bucky walks in on you watching Disney movie and to your surprise joins you." from the imagines list please (from anon)

Imagine: 11. Imagine being Avengers’ assassin and die-hard Disney fan in disguise; Bucky walks in on you watching Disney movie and to your surprise joins you.

“Little town, it’s a quiet village…” You murmured to yourself, delighted smile painted on your face as you snuggled in blankets and pillows on your bed, and watched Beauty and the Beast for a thousandth time.

Murderous assassin by day, Disney fan by night. How could you help it? These movies were a part of your childhood and a guilty pleasure when you grew up. And the songs were catchy.

It was already night and you hoped to watch your movie in peace, when everyone thought you were long asleep. You couldn’t allow your little secret to be well-known, it would ruin the reputation you were viciously gaining over the years as Avengers’ assassin. No one could know you had such soft and cuddly insides. And knew every single lyric of Beauty and the Beast.

Suddenly, to your horror, the door swung open.

“Hey, Y/N, I know you–“ Bucky stopped mid-sentence when you rapidly closed your laptop. “Sorry, did I interrupt you?” He narrowed his eyes. “Were you watching porn?”

You blinked a few times with parted lips.

“Yes,” you managed to stutter, hoping he won’t dig deeper. It was better if he thought you were watching porn than Disney.

He closed the door behind him with a smirk, surrounding you with darkness.

“Can I watch it with you?”

You almost choked at his words. That escalated quickly.

“No, Buck, you can’t. Can you go away and let me masturbate in peace?” You would say anything to get him out of the room, but he seemed determined to stay.

The outline of his metal arm shone in the delicate moonlight when he sat on your bed.

“We can do it together.”

You were flirting shamelessly for months, but nothing more happened between you, not even a kiss. Hearing him propose such things turned you on a bit and if the circumstances were different you would probably agree, but, for God’s sake, you wanted to watch your movie.

“Come on, it’ll be fun, doll,” he said with a cheeky smile and before you could do anything about it, opened your laptop and gasped. “Either you are watching a very strange porn or you’re watching Disney.”

You were glad it was dark and he couldn’t see the blush that spilled all over your face and neck. You only covered your head with blanket and curled on the bed like a roll.

“Go ahead, mock me.” You weren’t quite sure if he could hear you, the fibres were all over your lips and nose. Maybe you would choke and spear yourself the shame.

“Why would I mock you?” He laughed and began to unwrap you from the blankets until he could see your face. “We all know you’re not as tough as you try to be.”

“I’m not trying to be, I am tough,” you murmured, frowning.

“Sure you are.” Bucky winked at you and sat more comfortably. “So are we going to watch it or what?”

For a second you just stared at him as if you saw the strangest thing in the universe. You weren’t sure if it actually wasn’t.

“You want to watch it with me?” You straightened, the blankets fell off you.

“Why not?” He shrugged and pressed play. “It’s not as fun as jerking off, but–“

He didn’t manage to finish, because you hit his face with a pillow. When you wanted to sit comfortably, with one swift move he took the pillow from under your head and hit you with it as well, making you gasp.

“You will not attack me in my own room!” You shouted, jumping on your knees and viciously fighting with the pillow as if it was the matter of life and death.

Laughs and the sound of mattress’ springs filled the room along with another song from the movie, but you were too busy fighting to care about it. You heard the material rip suddenly and with another hit on your face, your bed and floor were surrounded by white feathers. Bucky was on his knees hanging above you, his lips slightly parted, a wreck of a pillow clenched between his fingers.

“You look like an angel,” he said suddenly, his breathing heavy.

The temperature seemed to increase with each second. When he watched you like that, mesmerized, every sensible thought escaped your mind, leaving you only with basic words. His name. Lips and the air leaving them so slowly. Hands abandoning the pillow and resting on the mattress, on the both sides of your head. Breath surrounding you, scent of sandalwood from his cologne.

“Kiss me,” you said, whispering, barely moving your lips at all.

And he did. Lightly at first, only a ghost of a feeling on your mouth, but more courageous a moment later. Your stomach twisted and butterflies escaped their cage when he deepened the kiss. His tongue touched yours, just enough to drive you crazy. You wrapped your arms around him and brought him closer, his chest pressed onto yours. You exchanged slow, lazy kisses while his hands lay on your body, exploring the clothed skin, caressing the sides of your breasts. You arched your back in silent request, warm fingers cupped your breast, kneading it surprisingly gently, but still enough to make you gasp in his mouth. He smiled in a kiss, sneaking under your shirt and taking it off. His smile even widened at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, growing bulge in his pants twitched against your abdomen. He leaned, his hands supported your back and lifted your body up for him to kiss. One of your nipples ended up in between his soft lips, he tugged it with his teeth, growing hungrier and hungrier. He placed you back on the bed, a string of saliva connecting his tongue and your nipple for a split second.

You wrapped your legs around him and with your whole strength turned you both around, so his back met the mattress. With a gasp he reached for your head, dived his fingers into your hair and pulled you for a passionate kiss, your tongues once more dancing with each other. You moved away and traced the hem of his shirt before taking it off. You leaned to kiss every scar and bruise blooming on his skin, traced the outline of muscles with your tongue, sucked on the side of his stomach, leaving a love mark.

“Y/N…” You could hear him whisper when your fingers began to undo his belt.

You shushed him with your lips and slid his trousers along with the underwear down his legs, exposing his twitching member. With a sigh of delight you lowered yourself and tugged your hair behind your ear before wrapping your fingers around his length, receiving a gasp. You stuck out your tongue to lick the drops from the tip, salty taste tickled your taste buds. Your lips closed around him, his hand shot to your head, his hips bucked up, making you take as much of him as you could fit. You moved in perfect synch, as if it wasn’t your first time with James, but a thousandth. Your hand stroked his base as your mouth and tongue loved the rest. He twitched in your mouth and pulled your hair gently to get you up. His lips hungrily captured yours as he turned you. You hit the bed a little harder than he intended, making the feathers fly and settle in your hair. He kissed your neck before taking your jeans and panties off, his cold metal arm travelled up your legs to your inner thigh. You would lie if you said that you’ve never dreamed of his mechanical fingers thrusting into you, but the reality was much more than what your imagination could provide you with. He parted your folds and circled your clit a few times, releasing a soft moan from you. Two of his fingers caressed your entrance and slid inside, you had to hold onto the sheets, absolutely sure that if you wouldn’t, you would fly away. He curled his fingers to repeatedly hit a sweet spot.

“Bucky–“ You sighed, forgetting all the other words if any besides this one existed.

You didn’t have to say anything more. He hovered over you, kissing you again and spreading your legs even further apart, the tip of his cock lined with you. It pressed onto your entrance and slid easily inside, shameless sounds of pleasure filled the air. He stayed fully inside for a moment or two, his forehead on yours, your walls adjusting to his size. You nodded and he moved; backed only to thrust into you once more, then again, and again, and again, to the point where you lost count of the time, of where you started and he ended, of who was whom and how did you end up in this position. None of it mattered, the only thing that truly counted was his breath mixing with yours and his length filling you so perfectly.

He wasn’t needy nor rough, he was taking his time, savouring in the feeling of your muscles clenching around him. He was gasping your name, it got lost somewhere in the air along with his, the words had no meaning, no other than pleasure and delight.

His pace fastened, your hips moved with his in a steady rhythm, your nails long ago dug in the skin of his back. The knot in your stomach began to unravel, his climax was as close as yours, they were chasing one another, bringing themselves to the edge of the cliff, the world.

A moan escaped your lips when waves of orgasm enslaved your body, taking control of your limbs, shaking them uncontrollably. Bucky slammed onto you for last few times, his own moans no quieter than yours, a shot of warm cum reached deep inside of you.

He kissed you and licked the sweat from his cupid’s bow, then kissed you again before sliding out of you and lying next to you.

Your gasps didn’t necessarily fit the song from the movie you forgot to turn off.

#bucky x reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x reader smut #bucky x reader smut

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live-love-laugh-lesbian · 1 year ago

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OMG hiiii dw abt it at all! your answer is long enough and im so sorry :( i hope you feel better now/soon!!

thank youu omg well im in my first year so we do a bit of everything! some coding like coding websites and stuff and some written computer problems as well! (i would explain but it's kinda hard to and i suck at explaining so asdhkjasdhjh) its a bit of everything! programming (practical) and theory!

ahsdjkahsdkj owning two trousers is so real lmao i think i only own one pair ajskldsjad and they are flared so not fit for all weathers ajksdhkjsah they sound sooo cute! if you wouldnt mind sharing them, i'd love to see them! but thats totally up to you! i dont want to make you uncomfortable at all so the choice is yours! im just a lil nosy hehe

omg same when i was a kid i once ate like an entire chocolate egg in a day! the time after that was hell i was sooo sick but its worthh itttttt and yes exactly!! like whenever i was young i had school assemblies and they were all like 'i dont play to draw i play to win' and like yeah so real! as long as no ones too mean and harsh while being competitive then go nuts! i love a little competition!! stardew valley is more of like a relaxing game for me! also animal crossing but like i get so frustrated when i cant catch a fish asjkdhaskj fishing is HELLLLLL in animal crossing alksdjlksj

awww thank youu! your hair sounds beautiful the compliments are most definitely soo valid! my hair never reached that point when i was young tho bc its like SOOOO frizzy and fluffy it almost grows outwards rather than down askjdhkasjh so it was always kinda short and super fluffy ajsdskjh

i think stuff abt the modern day world i really hate is that almost everyones so pretentious nowadays like you see someone and youre like oh theyre nice speaking out abt this and turns out that its all hypocritical and shit but also that feels like its not exactly modern? so ill give another answer and that is INFLATION! everything nowadays is soooo expensive oh my god! and yes governments is so reall

hmm, smth in the next five years... this is sooo not related at all and im totally twisting the meaning of your question but my online friends ajsdhkajsdh okay but serious answer? i wish to see less labour! like yk sites that use fast fashion and stuff that force labour onto people and children and i want that to be addressed and reduced bc like. no. labour is bad how is it acceptable for people to pay such horrible wages to their workers who make them so much money!! that feels so cruel! what about you?

and my question for you: what is something in/from a person that makes them absolutely unacceptable in your eyes? (i dont think that makes sense lmao) basically if you were friends w someone, whats one thing they could do to make you immediately see them as a red flag or like not like them/block them immediately (apart from them saying the r word!)

byee have an awesome day!

-swiftie spring exchange anon!

Hello again! I am doing better atm - I've basically had like, one long bug for three weeks, and like...I'd start feeling better. Go to work. Get worse from the exertion. Have to miss work. Get better slightly, so go to work...yeah XD I do seem to be on the mend now, I've just got a bit of residual pain and cough, and some of my underlying issues are being a bit unpleasant. But I'm taking it XD I had to take almost a week off work last week but I think the prolonged rest helped.

And hey that sounds really cool though!! So guessing you're in uni then? How's that going? Where I am it's starting to come up to exam season, so the people that I know are in uni at the moment are all quite stressed, bless them.

I don't mind showing you them like, privately, but due to my style being quite...unique (by courtsey of making a lot of it) I try to keep it off public tumblr to some extent, just because anyone who knows me would know immediately this was me. Tbh it's not a big deal if they did, but since I work with kids I feel the need to be more careful with social media these days.

And ok but see, I have very straight hair, and I've always wanted frizzy/fluffy hair!! Sometimes I fear we just want what we don't have XD

I think the hypocrisy is related to the modern world however! Social media kinda encourages a very black and white thinking of things, and most things are not so black and white (I mean like, obviously if someone's like. "Haha, I want to murder babies"...that's not a black and white issue. But you get me XD) So you end up with people being like "x is always bad". Then they'll later be like..."this thing that's basically x is fine"?

Inflation is SHIT. Look when I moved into my current place my phone bill was exactly 10 quid a month. It's not like 13 something!! It's not the biggest hike, my energy bill has freaking doubled, but by nature of it starting at a solid 10 I can see the inflation so much easier. It's a 30% increase!!

And see I am very lucky, I have seen a few online friends! My gf and I met through tumblr, and I've got two close friends that by thankful virtue of being in the same country I've been able to meet quite a few times...I met one who I've since lost contact with sadly, but I'm hoping to meet a couple more! OH and one is in a ldr with one of my close friends so I'll see her when she comes here (well I should do) but idk when that would be yet.

And look I have SO many fast fashion complaints. A big reason why I do so much thrifting and sewing is because I just hate fast fashion. I know it's sorta popular in some circles to talk about the shit quality, but it's shit because companies are paying people like a penny a piece for it -.- I refuse to use places like shein and temu...

I think in the next five years...generally I'm wanting to see a shift in climate change. I have a lot of climate anxiety, and I'm hoping that we start getting actual change in how politicians and companies approach the issues?? I want more eco changes. More bikes, cheaper plant based food, less fossil fuels, etc...I also want my government to stop making life harder for no reason. They recently decided people who have visas to work in the care industry over here can't have their kids come from overseas too?? Like there are people who now have their kids in other countries cause of this shit??? If they're working here, they deserve their kids to be here. How is that not the default idea!!

Less generally, I'm hoping to see improvements in my personal life XD I want to see a couple doctors to get some shit sorted out, and I want to improve my art further, and sort out where exactly I'm going with my career.

And nah that makes perfect sense! Honestly I'm a bit of a pushover, I'll take a lot from people. I think mainly the things that will really make me go. Hm. I mean, if you're outright a really terrible person (like if you told me you murder babies for fun, to use my "terrible person" example from above XD) I'm not gonna be interested in talking to you, but that's kinda obvious. But I think the things that make me go "red flag" are usually more personal things based on past experience. For example, I knew someone once who would move my mobility aids away from me, and I'd be like...right well I can't. Move now. Please give them back. And they're one of the few people I've cut contact with. But tbh I feel like I probably need more boundaries, I just get like...what if I'm being too harsh on this person XD

What about you tho??

See you again soon, hope your day has been well when you see this!!

EDIT: I forgot to ask a question back!! D: If you could make one trivial change to the world what would it be? Has to be something small, like...renaming strawberries to be fluffleberries, or making bananas rainbow XD

#swift spring exchange anon

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rather-impertinent · 7 years ago

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New Beginnings

A/N: for anon, who requested some Enys family fluff, which I think is much needed! I hope you enjoy it, friends! You can also read it on AO3 here. Let me know what you think! xo

It had been four years since Sarah passed, and though the wound had begun to heal, it had left an indisputable scar on them. One which neither of them was particularly keen to rupture.

However, when they had returned from their long-overdue honeymoon in Edinburgh in September 1801, Caroline had apprehensively informed Dwight that she believed was with child. The strongest emotion they both felt was fear, initially, but they had ultimately both agreed it was time to set the past to one side - though not to forget Sarah, never that. But it was time to look to the future, and they must try to appreciate the blue in the sky, and not lament the lingering grey cloud that loomed over them threatening to spoil what they had, as it once almost did. One should not cling to what has passed and forget to enjoy what is.

Sophie was born in spring with all the difficulty of Sarah; Caroline had an exceedingly long and agonising labour, and Dwight had privately despaired that she would likely not have the strength when the time came to deliver the child. But all had come well in the end, and Sophie was the very spitting image of her mother, to Dwight’s eternal delight.

“I must bear you a son who is the very image of you in return,” Caroline had teased one morning as Dwight encouraged Sophie to move her little feet from the chair she held herself up on over to where Dwight was crouched with his arms outstretched. “How odious it is to be forced to look at a mini version of oneself every day!” Despite her claim, she loved Sophie very much - too much, she thought, knowing the dangers of such strong attachments. To Nanny’s endless frustration, no doubt, Caroline spent much time with the child - doting on her, singing to her, dressing her, even changing her. For all of her claims to Dwight that she was never meant to be a mother, Dwight did not know of a better or more caring one.

They spent much time together and enjoyed their family time immensely, often extending invitations for all of the Poldarks to join them at Killewarren for luncheon or a picnic in the woods. On Sundays, they would walk the length of the beach in place of attending church. It was a quiet and peaceable life that the three Enyses and an ageing Horace enjoyed in their small corner of Cornwall.

That is why, one bright, autumn morning, Dwight had uncharacteristically very near collapsed onto the bed when Caroline broke the news that she was once again with child, as she cradled five-month-old Sophie in arms.

“So soon? Are you sure?” His eyes were wide and his lips slack. His eyes lingered over his wife’s form, desperately searching for any indication that she spoke the truth.

Caroline shot him a look. “Quite sure, Dr Enys,” she insisted, a note of panic in her voice as she bounced a wailing Sophie up and down softly. “Oh, Dwight, how could this happen? How is it we could have no children for three years and then two in such quick succession?” It was all so overwhelming. She had barely gotten used to being a mother again, and soon she would have two children to care for!

Dwight got up and wrapped his arms around his wife and daughter, his apprehension dissipating as his face broke into a grin. “How very blessed we are, my love.” He kissed Caroline’s forehead and took a disgruntled Sophie from her, who instantly calmed as she sensed her father’s soothing energy and calm demeanour.

Caroline’s mouth twitched. “That’s easy for you to say, Dr Enys! I have yet to recover from the ordeal of bringing Madam mayhem here into the world.” She smiled fondly at her daughter, who, in Caroline’s mind, was worth every second of the unbearable agony.

“I have yet to recover also!” He laughed, though a shiver travelled up his spine as he thought of how close she had been to The Valley of Death. He wondered if she was aware of that.

Caroline took Sophie’s hand and waved it gently, looking up at her husband from beneath her long eyelashes. “Shall you cry again?” she teased her husband with a grin. He controlled a smile and rolled his eyes at her. “Papa does fuss terribly over us, my angel,” she murmured, smiling affectionately at them both.

On a sunny day in February, their third child - another girl! - was born with blessed ease and swiftness. Dwight had very near danced a jig as he informed his two dearest friends - Ross and Demelza, who waited patiently in the small library with their own children - that there was another Enys girl. Caroline had privately been initially disappointed not to have borne a mini Dwight, though soft brown hair covered the crown of the youngest girl’s head and her eyes were kind and as blue as the Cornish sea, and so Caroline declared victory. She had named her Meliora. Dwight had named Sarah, and they agreed on Sophie before she was born if she were to be a girl, so now it was Caroline’s turn. She delighted in the surprised faces that people pulled as she announced her daughter’s unique name to anyone who would listen.

“A person is only as good as their name,” Caroline had informed Dwight in response to his sceptical expression upon hearing his youngest child’s name in the hours following her birth, “and I mean for her to have a place in society. What better way than to have such an alluring name?”

Dwight considered this for a moment, deciding to try the name on his tongue as he fidgeted with his newborn’s tiny feet. “Hello, Meliora,” he whispered. The babe seemed to register her name and opened her eyes to look at her father, intrigued by the sound of his deep voice. She would be beautiful, he thought. Dwight was convinced. “It’s a beautiful name, my love. Unusual,” he commented with a laugh, “but beautiful.”

“I have unusual yet impeccable taste, as you well know,” Caroline retorted lightly, unable to tear her eyes from the new arrival.

Dwight kissed his wife’s hairline. “Shall I fetch young miss Sophie to be introduced to her sister?”

Caroline smiled widely, her heart so full in that moment she feared it would burst. “Oh, yes, please fetch her! Was she alright during all of this?” Caroline stroked Meliora’s cheek.

“Yes, I believe so.” Dwight stood, making to leave, but lingered a moment at the end of the bed to stare proudly at his wife and child. As emotion welled up in him, he discreetly exited the room and wiped away a tear as he closed the door behind him.

Dwight returned sometime later, Sophie’s small arms around his neck as he balanced the fourteen-month-old against his ribcage. Before Dwight had entered the room, he could hear Caroline singing softly to Meliora, though she ceased when he turned the doorknob and acted as though she had never sung to any of her children in her life. How sentimental.

“Mama!” Sophie cooed, immediately attempting to wriggle out of her father’s grasp, her little arms outstretched ready to receive one of Mama’s special hugs.

“Wait, wait,” Dwight admonished his eldest as he sat down beside his wife on the bed. “Careful, now, my little love. Be gentle. This is your new sister, Meliora.” Dwight and Caroline exchanged a somewhat nervous glance as the toddler padded a few steps across the bed and examined the child in the bundle of blankets.

Sophie reached out a hand to touch the baby’s feet but paused and looked to her father, as though asking permission. Dwight and Caroline smiled slightly and nodded.

“Hello, Meli,” Sophie shrieked as she sought to play with her sister. She babbled nonsense to her - her speech still developing - and gently played with the newborn’s tiny fingers. Caroline had to blink to back tears. Damned hormones.

“Papa, doll!” Sophie ordered with a squeak as she clapped her hands together in excitement. She would finally have someone to play dolls with other than Nanny and Mama, who both weren’t very good.

Dwight made a face, fearing an emotional meltdown. “I’m sorry, my sweet, but Meliora must sleep. You will have to wait a while until she can play dolls with you. Mama needs rest too; she is very tired, do you understand?” He stroked her wild blonde curls.

She shook her head, and her small lip began to tremble. “Want stay,” Sophie whimpered, wanting to remain with her Mama after not being allowed to see her for an entire day. Nanny had been in a state of despair trying to calm the child as she wailed for both of her parents, while both of them were otherwise preoccupied bringing her sister safely into the world. The eldest Enys girl presently clung to Dwight’s torso, her little fingers gripping the soft fabric of his nightshirt.

Dwight shot Caroline a quizzical look, and she nodded, carefully shifting so as not to wake the now sleeping newborn. “You want to stay? Mama and I need to sleep, Soso, we’re exhausted. That means you'll have to sleep also, is that alright?” Dwight kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.

Caroline rolled her eyes slightly as she placed Meliora into the Moses basket next to the bed. “Will you ever cease with that ridiculous nickname, Dr Enys?” She pulled the coverlet over her and carefully shifted towards Dwight, resting her head on his shoulder. “Sophie,” she enunciated before continuing, “is a perfectly elegant name, as is Meliora. Our girls could be the crème de la crème of not only Cornwall society but of London society. They could marry a viscount, or perhaps even an earl, or a marquess or-“

“- a penniless country doctor?” Dwight suggested with a smirk.

Caroline propped herself up on her elbow and grinned. Sophie was already fast asleep beside her father, having fallen asleep soon after he began playing with her curls, and Caroline wagered there was not a child in all the world who slept so deeply and peaceably as Sophie Enys. Caroline leaned forward and kissed her husband. The kiss was surprisingly deep, considering how little energy they both had. “No,” Caroline murmured gently between kisses, a smile playing on her lips. “They must do as I say, not as I do.”

Dwight grinned against her mouth and brought a hand up to cup her face as he kissed her again. “Bully for that.”

#carolight #poldark fanfic #fluff #poldark spoilers

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live-love-laugh-lesbian · 1 year ago

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hiii!! me again akjsdhkjashd

ELECTRIC SAXOPHONES ARE A THING?!?? WHATTTTT THATS SOO COOL OMG AKSJDHJSDH

omg i think i am 'people' (the type of person who has patience for the latter : visual novel and not the former : working w children askjdhakjsh) i think i just dont have the capability to be able to handle children i cant even handle myself asjdhajsldh

wait thats so cool that your mum works with kids as well! its relatable for me to bc i do computer science and my sister did and her bff does and my bff does its crazy akjsdhkasjh its like a domino affect from person to person lmaooo

oh yeahh i totally get the thing w poorly trained dogs i mainly talk about those tiny harmless ones ir if they are big those sweet chill oness!! ur uncles' dog sounds adorablee!! and so do your cats omg! and thank you <3 i know not alll cats are like that and if i see a cat i will try to pet it ajlsdhalsjhd unless its scared of me ofc

omg i know you mentioned before that your hobbies are sewing and stuff and that you were sewing a trouser but like i didnt know you MADE trousers!! thats soo coolll youre basically a fashion designer!! and lilac trousers i would sooo wear those omg SEQUINED HEARTS AHHHHHHHHH this sounds soo cute

im a sagittarius! one of my best friends is a scorpio!! so whenever i see her now ill think of you!!!! asdaslkdjasld so real w atla lmaooo and also so real w swimming asdjhjasdh

oh yeah i love art too! and spending time w your sister sounds so cute and fun!! and then a date w your gf sounds soo adorable this sounds like such a comfy classic cozy day! i would spend my day probably by playing guitar, art and for the majority sleeping or going on my phone ajksdhkd if its a rainy day id go for a nice hot chocolate and a brownie coated in whipped cream bc who doesnt love whipped cream asdhsaj stardew valleyyy!! my childhoodd!! i like playing games but its mainly like yansim (i swear im not crazy askdjaslkdj i just find it too addictingggg) AKLSHDJKASHD competitive i sooo get that i get really competitive in games as well lmaoo to the point its unhealthy ahhhh

they sound like awesome compliments! for me any compliment is my fav ajksdhkjs i love compliments on my singing, intelligence and this is lowkey weird but my hair ajkshdjsd my hair never looks good for some reason so if someone says it does one day then i will be beaming and happy for the rest of the day ahhh i also love compliments in my art and my coding! and yes professional compliments ESPECIALLY from children are the best validation ever akjshdjksadh

my question for you: what's something about the modern-day world that bothers you, and what’s something about it that brings you joy?

byee! have a lovely dayy!

-swiftie spring exchange anon idek askldhalsjd

Hello again! Apologies if my answer is short, I am ill and very tired but I wanna reply.

Computer science is so cool!! What sort of stuff do you do with that? Programming or uhhh...here's where I show my lack of computer science knowledge...anyways I'm curious XD (Saw you said coding later!! That's so cool!!!)

I getcha XD My other uncle has dogs too! Ex racing greyhounds, he likes to give them a happy retirement. They can be chaotic but I can't blame them too much, they were trained to chase small things after all! As a kid I accidentally stepped on one of their tails...I felt so guilty!! But the dog was chill and I gave him a treat to say sorry XD

I've been making a lot of trousers recently cause I realised I owned like...2. Except then I get more and more ideas and have to narrow them down XD The current pair are...sort of almost done. Made, fabric hearts sewn on, the sequins will go around the edges of them, but it's gonna take a while. Wearing them anyways in the mean time XD

Your day sounds good too!! Brownies my beloved...I have such a sweet tooth it's unreal XD And nah I've played Yansim too. Not for a while, but no judgement! And look if one isn't playing to WIN then what's the point in playing XD (I say that, in games like Stardew Valley I'm more relaxed, but that's not pvp soooo)

Sounds like good compliments!! I used to get compliments on my hair back when it was longer (I was like 18 at the time). It was so long it was inconvenient, I had to move it to sit down lol. And now it's super short XD Complete 180. I'm sure your hair is lovely however!!

Modern day world...tbh how often you need to call people. Like some places don't have emails anymore?? Or require calls anyways?? don't do phone calls really and I HATE the trend of "phone or nothing".

Does government stuff count too? If so like. Governments. They're run so poorly I swear to god. I don't think that's new to the modern world however XD What about you?

Adding to that topic: what's something you hope to see in the next five years? :)

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live-love-laugh-lesbian · 1 year ago

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hii im kinda drained today akdkfkdf so ill send a longer ask tomorrow but i dont wanna seem rude (also im like vv eager to answer this), i do have a bucket list! its got like some possible stuff on it like going to paris and some impossible stuff like having wings and flying ajfjrjsf ive had it since i was young so its got quite the variety akfjrndmf i think i could get some done! like going to paris, writing a book and MAYBE publishing it, drawing a page of a comic etc... what about you?

(i promise ill send a bigger ask tomorrow akdjrksjfnf im just too lazy for it now akdkrksmfn)

and also i dont remember which ask you said it in but there was one where you said youd like to chat when this was over and honestly SAME!! i love talking to you and id love to talk to you after this was over and you know my identity as well akxjrjsjfjr

bye for nowwww

-swiftie spring exchange anon or smth idk what i called myself last time akxjrksmfnr

Aww I appreciate it and hope you feel less drained today!!

I too have a bucket list, but it's kinda short XD But a big one is I wanna see the Northern Lights! I decided I wanted to when I was 5 and still want to XD I honestly can't remember why anymore, but I'd just love to visit Scandinavia in general. Tbh flights would be fairly affordable from where I am, it's just that I don't travel alone very well (primarily my autism) so I'd need to drag someone with me XD

See you soon!

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live-love-laugh-lesbian · 1 year ago

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helloooo how are youuu!!

omg so real with rainbow dash and aj?? i saw this poll and she was the least liked and i was appalled how can someone NOT like applejack???????

im sure your gift receiver will love theirs!!

i mainly drink coffee for the caffeine andnrnsnf but i like the flavour too! id much rather drink a coffee with good flavour and not as much caffeine rather than one woth bad flavour but pure caffeine yk?

and fun fact!!! electric violins are a thing (but maybe you already knew that and i misunderstood?) theyre really cool sounding anything electric sounds awesome to me tho so maybe im biased akfjjrsjfj

okay three careers: id be a games designer, animator and an author! i want to pursue all of those in my one life but that seems unrealistic ajdjrjsjf i really wish i did have three lives to pursue each of them!! and your careers seem so cool!! my mums a teacher and she respects the ta's that help special needs kids so much!! and honestly i do too!! ooh medicine!! medicine was fascinating to me as a child i always either wanted to be a fashion designer or work in the medicine industry!! and we are SOOO twins with animating ajdjejsjf i love art and also yours is sooo good omg your velvette art>>>>>>>>>> akkdjejsd

for me!! dogss but im biased bc a) my mum had three dogs and my aunt has dogs and dogs in family so im used to being around them <3 and b) a dog didnt try to kill me!! (i will not elaborate ajdjrjsjfn) and omg your cats sound sooo cutee and i love how so many cat owners i know are like 'yeah shes unhelpful but shes cute!!' because honestly thats so valid ajdjrnsjfjr

oh yeah i totally get warm colours sorta stuff! my fav colours are either grey or lilac ajdjrjsjd so aksjdjsjd

hmm see this is hard because id love to control fire just bc itd look cool ajdjrjsjfj but also i think mainly air? bc if i hate someone i can just mess their hair up /j ksjdjejsjd but i think airs cool! but also lile fire because it looks cool but im biased bc im a fire sign so i think im supposed to be loyal to fire ajdjrnsnf but if i had to choose one, probably air! what about you?

and my question to you: what is the best compliment youve ever gotten and whats your fav way to spend a day off?

byeee!!!! this is so long sorry ajfjrndnf

-swiftie spring exchange anon

So first you don't need to apologise for length!! I love long messages XD

I think people like her the least because she's like..."normal"? She doesn't necessarily stand out as much as the others do, and I get the impression that makes people pay less attention to her :( But she's lovely!! She's a loyal friend, hardworking, and I love her family relationships too!! I'm super close to my siblings and love seeing those bonds in media XD

That makes sense!! I imagine coffee is like tea, wherein some is just like...a better taste. Okay sure I only do herbal tea, but some herbal teas are better than others XD

I did not know electric violins were a thing!! Worldview changing news right there. (sincere in a mildly hyperbolic way) I need to know what other electric instruments exist now however...I want an electric saxophone. Do those exist? I need to find out. (Okay turns out YES oh my god I love it. Some of them feel faintly cursed but that's ok I love a cursed instrument.)

It's cool how much we have in common X'D If you wanna keep talking post exchange I'd be up for that! Tbh at one point I too wanted to be a games designer...I tried to make a visual novel once. I did not have the patience for it. (It's funny cause my job requires a lot of patience, but then often I do not have patience?? I joke that my job uses up my patience but tbh I think it's just a different type of patience. Explaining concepts to a child repeatedly feels different from learning to code or play an instrument. I imagine there's many people who have the patience for the latter who would not for the former.)

I ALSO at one point wanted to go into fashion design - specifically, wedding dress designs!! I basically went from STEM careers to art careers then settled in education XD If I could do all three I would. But for now I'm satisfied with art as a hobby and education as a job. My mum also works with kids, but like, early years so before school aged XD I guess I sort of take after her in that regard.

Re: dogs and cats! My uncles both have dogs XD I think I'm kinda wary of dogs because I know many poorly trained dogs. But then like...one of my uncles has the most chill dog ever? Kinda a dumb dog too. They got burgled once and on camera they found that the dog had been awake and the burglar just stepped over the dog. She's just a very docile dog that doesn't feel a need to get worked up over things XD

I am very sorry about the cat trying to kill you tho!! Some cats can be vicious, to be fair. My two are very sweet thankfully - a black and white one who is 5 in October, and a tabby who turns 2 in May! The older one is generally more chill, she just likes to sleep and cuddle and judge others. And then the younger one wants to run around and cause trouble (nothing major, to be fair, worst she does is steal my post) and play all the time lol. She also wants to cuddle a lot, but she finds it hard to sit still long enough.

Fun fact I am making a pair of lilac trousers atm XD They're corduroy and I'm gonna add sequined hearts on afterwards.

Ooh which fire sign? I'm a scorpio XD I'd probably go for water. As a kid I wanted to do earth because I was a fan of Toph from ATLA, but I think I'd find water easier...am I looking at ATLA to decide? Yes. Yes I am. But yeah I think water! Also if I could control water I could swim maybe...

My favourite way to spend a day off is basically art, time with my sister (and friends, but usually I have to text because we live a few hours apart), and then a date with my gf. I like a bit of gaming too (found out Stardew Valley updated so been on that today after I finished work). It's also less energy consuming, so it's nice to use light gaming as a break inbetween art stuff. Providing it's single player games. I am extremely competitive when it's multiplayer, woops. My family and I once ended up contacting a monopoly helpline because my uncle and I got into such a debate over one of the rules lol. And as for compliment...not really sure? Sometimes I have people ask me where I got my clothes, or ask if I got them from specific brands, and that feels like a compliment because it means I made something that looks at least vaguely professional XD Honestly compliments on my art always make me happy. Oh, and compliments professionally - whenever a child or parent has positive things to say about me I'm like :D. I think I just like to know that others appreciate the things I can do? What about you??

My turn for a question...do you have a "bucket list" of sorts? Like are there any things you wanna do in life in particular? And do you think you'll get those things done?

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