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you know me (better than i know myself)
bakugou katsuki x reader
katsuki is hopelessly in love with his best friend until you waltz into his life and warp it beyond his recognition.
rating: mature, 18+, MDNI
wc : 10.4k (holy fuck)
tags : mild to heavy angst, fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, gn!reader (they/them pronouns), afab!reader, unrequited love (not between reader and kats), depictions of mild depression, genderfluid!denki, queer!katsuki, reader has a quirk, oral (reader receiving), p-in-v intercourse, unprotected intercourse (wrap it b4 u tap it pls!), soft katsuki, and they were roommates :0, Not Beta Read, i think that’s it T^T
an: this is the first thing i’ve genuinely written in over a year and jesus it was like i was possessed writing it LMFAO incredibly self indulgent and i had a lot of fun writing it! i hope you guys enjoy it (pls rb n leave feedback pls pls pls)
read on ao3
the warm light of the coffee table lamp casts a beautiful shadow across the planes of eijirou’s face — his sharp, angular nose, smooth cheekbones, plush lips that form a sheepish smile — and katsuki can’t even appreciate it, not with the absolute bullshit that pours from his best friend’s lips.
“the fuck you mean, you’re moving out?”
the words come out a lot harsher than katsuki intends, but he can’t even bring himself to feel guilty, not even when kiri’s face screws up in clear disappointment.
“well, uh, i told you, this new place is closer to my agency so it makes more sense. the commute’ll be much shorter and, uh…” he trails off then, a pretty pink blush spreading across his nose, highlighting the small spattering of freckles that katsuki is certain he’s the only one who’s ever noticed, a broiling heat setting alight in his stomach.
he feels like he might die.
“and.. kaito finally asked me to move in with him.”
there it is. fuckin’ kaito.
katsuki is far from an idiot — people call him a lot of names (brash, inconsiderate, a righteous asshole), but never dumb. they couldn’t unless they were outright lying.
part of what makes katsuki so intelligent is his observance.
of course he’s noticed eijirou’s late nights, his suspicious absences at group get togethers, the sweet smiles he makes as he taps at his phone screen, the fucking hickies.
bakugou katsuki is not stupid. he’s incredibly observant. especially when it comes to the massive crush he’s been harboring on his best friend for the last three years.
he’s not entirely sure when his reluctant tolerance of the bright redhead shifted to something more but he knows he’s been viciously, painfully pining over him day in and day out in the weeks (months, years) since.
and it’s not like kirishima hasn’t had partners before. he’s nearly impossible to resist with his intense attentiveness, his willingness to go above and beyond for those close to him, not to mention his insane physique, built from long hours out on the field and in the gym.
it’s no wonder katsuki has been in love with him for as long as he has been — eijirou is perfect.
perfectly imperfect, of course. he gets upset when katsuki sorts his clothes for him (“i’m an adult, okay? it makes me feel like you’re parenting me, man.”) or when he lectures him on his diet, or when he shuts him out after being friends for so long (when his feelings become too much to handle), but eijirou’s the only one who’s stayed.
katsuki has tried flings and a few more serious relationships but those have ended quickly because he’s just too much.
too loud. too frustrating. too closed off. too him.
but not for eijirou. never for eijirou.
that’s why when kiri mentioned he was talking to this new guy, he brushed it off. it would be like all the others who would eventually break it off because of the long hours at work or eijirou’s boundless enthusiasm and katsuki would be there to pick the sopping wet, heartbroken kiri off the ground and put him back together. they didn’t deserve him anyway.
but this kaito? apparently katsuki’s eagerness to ignore eijirou’s flings made him blind to what was happening — eiji wasn’t his anymore.
he’s moving out.
he’ll be gone forever.
subconsciously, katsuki realizes he’s been silent for far too long and that eijirou’s face has lost the hurt and is now painted with concern and confusion.
fuck, even now, he’s concerned. he cares so so much, except in the way katsuki craves.
“uh,” kirishima’s gentle voice breaks him from his thoughts, a big hand finding its way to katsuki’s knee, “are you okay dude?”
the touch sears through the expensive black joggers katsuki is wearing and he flinches so hard, he jostles the coffee table to his side. he barely sees kirishima’s brows furrow as he launches himself to standing, the telltale burn behind his eyes signaling the incoming wave of tears.
he can’t see katsuki like this, he fucking can’t.
katsuki marches to the kitchen, opening up the fridge and blankly staring into it while he tries to will the water back into his face and still the turmoil burning in his chest.
it feels like he’s aflame, like he’s suffocating, drowning.
he can hear kirishima’s steps behind him but thankfully stopping a reasonable distance away as he calls his name again, desperation coloring the word.
fuck.
with everything he has in him, katsuki grabs a random bottle from the refrigerator (a smoothie eijirou made for him with far too much kale and too little milk and a little note attached with his name and a smiley face. he’s gonna be sick.) and turns to face him, a strained, shaky grimace painting his lips.
“that’s-“ his voice cracks hard and he desperately clears his throat, blinking hard when he sees eijirou reach out for him and stop. “that’s fuckin’— that’s great. ‘m happy for you.”
the words feel like glass inching their way out of his throat and while he knows he sounds anything but, the words seem to do the trick, kirishima’s face lighting up like a fucking christmas tree.
“that means so much to me, man!” this time, he doesn’t stop himself from wrapping katsuki up in a hug, the full body contact sending a wracking shiver through his body. “and don’t worry! we’ll still hang out all the time and i’ll — yes! — finally be able to introduce you to kaito — you’re gonna love him, and-“
katsuki has to tune him out, if just to keep a hold on his sanity because otherwise, he’s gonna break.
he keeps it together through the rest of the conversation about kaito, tuning in only to give time appropriate grunts and hums while pretending like his entire world isn’t imploding in on itself.
he keeps it together, miraculously, as kirishima packs up his things, the evidence of their entwined lives for the past five years disappearing into cardboard boxes over the span of a few weeks.
he even keeps it together when he meets kaito on the move out date, even if it’s just barely. kaito is handsome — tall, taller than katsuki, with windswept brown hair, bright brown eyes and a dimple in his left cheek. if he wasn’t so fucking in love with eiji, he wouldn’t mind taking a piece out of him, but as it were, the sight of kaito makes him genuinely sick to his stomach.
it’s even worse that kaito is so nice. his quirk is even nicer — some nature type that makes it impossible for plants to die when touched by him. they turn to him like he’s the fucking sun and eiji does too.
by the time all kirishima’s stuff is packed up in the back of kaito’s truck, bile is burning at the back of katsuki’s throat as he says his final goodbye to kiri in the way of a bone crushing hug that doesn’t last as long as he wishes, as he craves.
kiri sends him a blinding smile as he climbs into the passenger seat of the truck, looking all too at home against the worn blue leather seats.
it’s now when katsuki wishes he was a little less observant because the hand kaito gently places on kirishima’s thigh and the subsequent full body blush makes him sick.
he waits on the curb the appropriate amount of time as the pair drive away before racing back into his building, up the stairs, into his unit and straight to the bathroom, kneeling over the toilet and heaving, chills wracking his body despite the sweat on his brow.
nothing comes out (praise whoever above because katsuki hates vomiting) and he slumps against the porcelain, resting his heated skin against the toilet seat.
he thought… fuck, katsuki has no idea what he thought, but he didn’t expect it to hurt this bad. he feels a little like he’s dying and lot like he’ll never be okay again. that kirishima walked out with his heart and all he’ll be for the rest of his life is a walking husk of a human being.
a wave of nausea overtakes him again and he debates leaning back over the toilet, but exhaustion overwhelms him and he falls asleep against the wall of his bathroom, sweaty, sick, and heartbroken.
(the next morning, he wakes up to a pounding headache and two texts from eijirou.
he drinks a shit ton of water first and pops an advil before opening the messages.
EIJI (18:21) : just got to kaito’s! dude it’s so nice i can’t believe ill be living here now ><
katsuki has to take a deep breath to fight against the wave of pain that hits him right in the gut, but he keeps reading, the second text simultaneously warming him and twisting the knife.
EIJI (18:25) : i’m gonna miss you so much kats T^T so weird living without you
he stares at the message until his vision swims before liking the second message and turning off his phone, tossing it onto the couch and trudging to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.)
the next few weeks prove to be incredibly difficult.
a new case is brought to best jeanist’s desk and as the best sidekick at the agency, he’s placed in charge of heading the search and capture of an elusive invisibility quirk villain.
the days are long and exhausting, and more often than not, he doesn’t even have time to miss kirishima or notice his things missing from the apartment — he gets home, makes a barebones meal and collapses on the couch for what feels like a four hour nap until he has to turn back around and do it all over again.
it’s sustainable until it isn’t.
a few too many missed meals and restless hours of sleep has him passing out in a morning briefing, prompting best jeanist to send him home for a mandatory two week “vacation.”
it’s a prison sentence, is what it is.
at home, there’s nothing to distract him from the utter lack of kirishima, from the idea that the one person who has seen all of him and loved him anyway has left.
most days it’s too much to bear, so instead, he sleeps.
the usual tidiness of his space slowly deteriorates as he wastes away, waking only to scarf down whatever is left in his refrigerator before going right back to bed.
his friends text him often — hanta, denki, even fuckin’ hitoshi — but he ignores them all. the texts from kirishima are the hardest to delete, all concerned words and pleas for them to just talk, but he does it anyway.
it’s better this way, he tells himself. this way, no one else is dragged down by his self pity.
izuku ends up being the one to break the streak on day nine of radio silence.
a knock resounds at his door and he ignores it, pulling his blankets high above his mussed blonde hair, effectively hiding him from view as he hopes whoever is there spontaneously combusts or, better yet, just leaves.
when the knocks stop, he believes the latter has just occurred and he sighs in relief, completely missing the sound of metal creaking and his doorknob falling to the ground.
he’s debating on taking another melatonin to find the sweet release of sleep once more when his bedroom door opens up and he startles, launching up out of bed, hands and quirk at the ready to destroy the intruder, but he’s slow, too slow.
izuku is on him in a moment, pinning him to the bed and disregarding his gnashing teeth and cursing to look him over with a detached gaze.
“katsuki,” he says, voice firm in effectively shutting him up, despite the way he wriggles for freedom (so ineffectively, it’s embarrassing), “you look like dogshit.”
a harsh bark of laughter escapes katsuki’s throat and even from his angle where he’s pressed into his pillows, he sees izuku’s expression soften.
“you’ve lost your tact, deku,” he responds, his words gravelly from disuse. izuku scoffs but lets him up, taking a step over a pile of clothes on the ground to lean against the desk opposite of the bed.
with his newfound freedom, katsuki sits up, absentmindedly rubbing his now sore shoulder, the pain oddly grounding. izuku watches the motion with the intense focus he’s carried throughout his entire life, though he’s a far cry from the boy who used to break his bones and cry over injured birds.
now, he’s built like a brick house, forest green curls tapered into a flattering modern undercut, the fat from his cheeks transforming into something more chiseled and adult. his eyes aren’t as soft either — they’re tired and, as he looks at katsuki’s form, tinged with worry.
“where have you been? no one has heard from you in a week.”
katsuki rolls his eyes, looking away from the gaze that pins him, the gaze he tried so hard to get to look at him without fear. there isn’t a hint of fear in them now, but katsuki is afraid there’ll be disappointment and that’s almost worse.
“none of your fuckin’ business,” he grunts out and he immediately knows it was the wrong response. besides eijirou, izuku knows him the best and after all they’ve been through, he doesn’t deserve this.
he never deserved any of it.
with that thought spinning around in his head, katsuki rubs a hand over his face with a quiet curse, leaning back against the headboard.
“fuck, i’m sorry,” it comes out as a mutter, but its effect on izuku is instantaneous. the previous hardness of his expression melts and he moves closer, his bushy brows furrowing together. katsuki can barely look at him but he does anyway, he makes himself. izuku deserves that much (he deserves so much more but one day at a time).
“we’re just worried about you,” izuku says quietly but without pity. never pity. “what’s going on?”
maybe it’s the way izuku’s freckled face reminds him far too much of eijirou’s own spattering of constellations or maybe it’s the fact katsuki hasn’t eaten in over fifteen hours, but he shatters in that moment, crystal tears filling up carmine eyes.
if izuku is startled at katsuki’s sudden change of emotions, he doesn’t show it, instead moving to envelop katsuki in his arms, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of his shoulder and let go.
katsuki tells him everything and by the end of it, his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton and his eyes are puffy and red, but he feels better than he did all week.
izuku just looks thoughtful from his place sitting near the end of katsuki’s bed, the pair parting somewhere in between katsuki’s admission of throwing up when seeing kaito and kirishima together and his accidental confession of stealing one of eijirou’s hoodies from one of the boxes (it sits right under his pillow, but izuku doesn’t need to know that).
“i’m really sorry, katsuki. that fucking sucks,” izuku ends up saying and katsuki’s initial reaction is anger. he spills his heart and guts out to izuku and all he gets is that sucks? but when he opens his mouth to give deku a piece of his mind, he realizes that it does suck. it sucks royal ass and there’s nothing he or izuku can do to fix it - at least not yet - but the acknowledgment, without any attempt to give advice or make everything better, does wonders for katsuki.
he pushes out a watery laugh, his lip ticking up into a smile - for the first time in weeks - and izuku lights up a little. “yeah. it really fuckin’ does.”
the smile izuku sends back is blinding and for the one thousandth time, katsuki is reminded why the symbol of peace is just that.
they talk for a little while longer before izuku forces katsuki into the shower. he takes a long time, letting the scalding hot water turn cold before he emerges to find that his childhood best friend has started cleaning up the mess that has become of his apartment.
katsuki watches on for a moment until izuku raises an eyebrow at him and offers him a trash bag which he takes wordlessly, a wave of affection crashing over him so quickly tears come to his eyes. he blinks them away but he doesn’t miss the knowing smile izuku sends his way.
the pair work together in relative silence until the apartment is spotless and katsuki’s stomach is grumbling something fierce. izuku makes his way to the fridge but is met with nothing but a half carton of eggs and a rotting smoothie in the far corner, a sticky note attached to the lid. he fixes katsuki with a small, sad smile before digging through his drawers for a takeout menu.
when the food arrives, katsuki finishes it in record time and he can’t tell if it’s the fact they remembered to make it extra spicy or if it’s because he literally can’t remember the last time he had an actual meal, but it’s the best thing he’s eaten in a long time.
after they finish, izuku turns on the television and they both spend the evening shit talking a d-list hero film until they fall asleep on the couch, bodies slumped against one another, holding each other up.
—
that night seems to have knocked something loose in katsuki because the next morning, he wakes with his first alarm and heads to the gym for the first time since his mandatory vacation. by the end of it, his arms are burning from quirk overuse and he’s completely wiped, but he feels more like himself than he has in ages.
he finally texts his friends back (barring one) and they greet him back with high levels of enthusiasm and concern. it feels good to be received back into the fold with the love he’d thought he’d lost, his cheeks hurting with how much he’s smiling as the messages roll in.
katsuki finishes out his sentence and goes back to work on the fourteenth day with an earnest apology to best jeanist and a new lead on the villain after pouring over the case files in between hyperintensive workouts at the gym. best jeanist is quietly impressed, but the squeeze to the shoulder he gives katsuki tells him he was more worried about him than he let on.
the next few weeks pass in a blur, but this time it’s more pleasant. he watches shitty movies with izuku, deletes instagram when he sees a photo of kaito and kirishima on holiday in america, starts attending a pottery class on the weekends he has off with mina and denki, continues to ignore the texts from eijirou that are becoming more and more infrequent as time goes on, smokes with hanta and shinsou one evening and laughs harder than he ever has, and life feels like it’s slowly gaining its footing once again.
he realizes three months after kirishima had moved out that he should probably start looking for a new roommate or downgrade to something more reasonable. he seriously considers the latter, but when he looks at the space he cultivated right after he graduated from ua, he realizes he can’t quite give the place up.
he posts an ad on craigslist that night.
the next time the group goes drinking (kirishima is suspiciously absent, despite his reentry into the country a few days prior — mina mentioned it), katsuki brings up his roommate problem and denki latches on, his cheeks pleasantly flushed from the wine he’s been sipping on.
“oh, oh! i know - i know the perrrrfeeccttt roommate for you,” he slurs, toying with the earring dangling from his ear and fixing his excited gaze on katsuki’s face. “they’re like.. the besttt, dude, you’d - you’d love them.”
the words are vague, but when katsuki opens up his mouth to ask for more details, denki’s eyes widen and he rushes off to the bathroom, a hand over his mouth, nearly tripping over the his platform shoes and maxi skirt.
the topic of the roommate is quickly forgotten then, but it resurfaces a few days later at pottery class.
katsuki is glaring holes into the side of his slightly lopsided vase on the pottery wheel, internally going through the steps to see where he went wrong. denki to the left of him laughs and chatters as he makes his, frankly, hideous ceramic, the clay warped beyond recognition.
something in his one-sided conversation brings his attention to katsuki who’s startled at the sound of his name coming from denki’s mouth.
“yo, you still looking for a roommate?” he asks, tilting his head as a strand of hair falls from the lengthening ponytail at the back of his head. without alcohol in his system, denki looks a little more hesitant to be approaching this topic, but does so when he isn’t met with a howitzer to the face.
the group doesn’t know much of anything, just that kirishima and katsuki aren’t talking, so they tend to tread lightly around the subject. katsuki appreciates it, genuinely, but he’s not going to shatter at the sound of eijirou’s name - not anymore. it hurts still, of course, but the pain has dulled to a steady hum that he can ignore if he tries hard enough.
“yeah,” he grunts, turning his eyes back at his vase. “why? you got someone in mind?”
denki grins, showing off the lightning tooth gems on his canine. “hell yeah! i’ll give you their number — they teach the watercolor class here on tuesdays and they’re so cool.”
he speaks about you with obvious adoration and katsuki belatedly wonders if the two of you are dating, but doesn’t voice this curiousity, instead wordlessly handing denki his phone to put in your contact as “ROOMIE” with what feels like a hundred paint emojis after it. katsuki smiles at his friend’s antics and can’t quite bring himself to change it.
the colorful contact remains untouched for about another week until he gets a rent notice and remembers the little paint palettes in his phone.
in the middle of his morning workout, he taps out a quick text to you, before tossing his phone to the side and promptly forgetting about it.
katsuki [09:27] : Hey. I’m Bakugou. Denki gave me your number. I’m looking for a roommate. You interested?
ROOMIE [10:16] : oh hey yeah i’m interested
ROOMIE [10:17] : do you want 2 meet td
ROOMIE [10:17] : i’m at the cafe on 5th n cherry
ROOMIE [10:17] : in the back
ROOMIE [10:19] : i’ll b here 4 a while
ROOMIE [10:19] : just come whenever
katsuki only sees the message at the end of his workout a half hour later. the number of messages in a row and less than ideal grammar makes him turn up his nose but he quickly taps out an affirmative, before dapping izuku up and heading to the showers.
he makes it to the cafe twenty minutes later, scanning the place to see what he assumes is you tucked away in the back corner, your table full with books, papers, paints, your laptop and at least four empty cups of coffee.
katsuki raises an eyebrow at the sight but walks over anyway, telling himself he’s doing denki a favor by meeting someone he thinks so highly of so he won’t feel too bad when he tells him it’s not going to work out.
you don’t look up when he stops at your table, too occupied with the piece of art in front of you, your face twisted up in intense concentration.
you’re quite pretty, he notes subconsciously, the hard set of your eyes and one track focus reminding him an awful lot of himself when he’s swept into a difficult case. your complete unawareness gives him more time to take you in, though, so he can’t even bring himself to be too annoyed.
you’re wearing a bright yellow chargebolt hoodie that clashes terribly with your garishly pink acid queen baggy sweatpants. a pair of cellophane socks cover your feet where they’re stretched out in the seat across from you and your shoes (made to look like the red ones from deku’s costume, jesus christ) sit haphazardly beneath the table, empty.
it’s such a bizarre sight, katsuki almost laughs — almost — but he doesn’t, instead opting to knock your feet off the chair opposite you so he can sit down.
“a big fan of heroes, huh?” he asks, the action coupled with his words startling you so bad, your knees hit the underside of the table, threatening to upend all the precariously balanced objects decorating the surface.
you look angry at first before you realize who it is and once you do, you just look relieved. it’s an unusual reaction, one katsuki rarely gets from anyone who isn’t actively in danger, especially strangers.
“you scared the absolute shit out of me,” you say tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face and sighing. katsuki watches you recognize your own impoliteness in real time, a sheepish smile spreading across your lips.
pretty.
“fuck, sorry,” you extend a paint splotched hand to him and he takes it, shaking it firmly before it falls back to his side, fingers tingling. “i get super into shit and completely forget where i am. kami gets onto me about it all the time. says i’m prime villain bait or some shit. i think he’s saying it most of the time to freak me out, but he might actually be right. don’t ever tell him i said that though.”
katsuki can’t help but stare at you as you ramble at him with the familiarity of someone who’s known him for months, not just a few minutes. it’s uncomfortable in a strangely nice way and he can feel his muscles loosen as the nerves melt away.
“aw fuck, i’m sorry again. i didn’t introduce myself.”
you give him your name, offering your hand out for him to shake once more which he does with an amused look painting his expression. you don’t seem to notice, your attention being grabbed by the piece in front of you again.
“i’m bakugou,” he offers after a moment of silence. you don’t even look up when you respond.
“i know. you sent me that text, remember? also you’re like, super fucking famous, dynamight,” you look up at him through your lashes, teasing, and heat unexpectedly blooms on the back of his neck.
what the fuck?
in a bid to gain back control of the conversation (and himself) katsuki asks, “what’re you workin’ on? dunceface said you’re a painter or some shit.”
your nose crinkles at the moniker, but you don’t say anything about it, instead turning the sketchbook around for katsuki to look at it.
the piece is stunning, but it’s visceral and he can’t help but lean back a little when looking at it, stomach dropping.
a deer lays on the ground, gutted, blood, guts and viscera pouring out of its abdomen as a figure just out of frame reaches inside and pulls out its heart.
katsuki is disgusted but intrigued and that feeling only amplifies when you press a finger to the painting and activate your quirk.
suddenly, the hand in the painting moves so realistically he flinches — he can hear the deer’s heart beat, can hear the way the blood trickles through the blades of grass, can smell the coppery tang and can feel the rush of spring wind blowing past his face.
it’s like he’s there, in the piece, and he feels both a little sick and also so alive.
“holy fuck,” he whispers, shivering, and you laugh, deactivating your quirk, bringing him back to the real world. the sounds of the cafe flood in, replacing the smell of blood and spring fields with coffee and loose tea leaves. he shakes his head, eyes a little blown when they look at you.
your expression is playfully amused as you bring your sketchbook closer to your person, resting your head on the palm of your hand.
“sorry,” you offer, but you don’t sound very sorry at all, “should’ve asked before i used my quirk on you. not everyone likes that shit.”
the words are so nonchalant but you look like you’re poised to watch him get up and leave, never looking back. katsuki doesn’t think he could leave if he tried.
“nah,” his voice feels raw so he tries to clear it but the feeling doesn’t go away. “you’re good. just surprised me, ‘s all.”
your mouth parts in muted surprise and you tilt your head, appraising him like you’re seeing him for the first time. katsuki feels surprisingly bare as you study him, but he doesn’t drop his eye contact, despite the heavy pounding of his heart from your intensity.
the pair of you sit in silence like that for a moment or two longer before you break it, asking him if he wants something to drink. before he can tell you he doesn’t drink coffee though, you flag down the waiter, ask for a hot cup of tea (“darjeeling or oolong,” you ask the waiter, not even sparing katsuki another glance, “he doesn’t look like he fucks with green tea.” it’s true. he doesn’t. his heart does a stutter step in his chest.) and when it arrives to the table, katsuki asks you to move in with him.
you agree.
—
the move in process is so quick and easy that when it’s done, it feels like you’ve been living there for years.
your belongings integrate seamlessly into his own. your books about art history and watercolor technique find their way onto his bookshelves filled with classic japanese literature and hero history.
(he comes home one day to see you propped up on the couch with a thick book on the origin of quirks and heroism in japan that you stole borrowed from his collection. he just cocks his head at you when you meet his gaze and you shrug.
“i’m not japanese, i don’t know any of this shit,” you say in way of an explanation. “besides, this is important to you. i wanna learn.”
you turn back to your book like you didn’t just completely shake the foundation of katsuki’s world for a moment and he stumbles off to the kitchen, heat burning at the tips of his ears.)
your plants find their way on every windowsill and while, once upon a time, it would’ve made him think of kaito and that sick, curling jealousy would wrap around his chest and squeeze, now? it just makes him think of you.
(it helps you can’t really keep them alive so nearly every other week the two of you are replanting something new in the pots and vases katsuki makes in pottery class.)
your favorite foods join his in the refrigerator and the two of you take your meals together more often than not. katsuki cooks and you clean, either eating on the couch while watching a documentary or at the dining room table as you talk and talk and talk.
(the first time katsuki misses dinner, you wait up for him, even forgoing your own meal to eat with him when he returns at 2 in the morning.
“don’t do that shit again,” he grumbles when he finds out what you’ve done, his scarlet eyes piercing your own. you shrug, unafraid, tired eyes trailing lazily over his tank top clad form.
“don’t tell me what to do,” you retort after a moment, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “i like eating with you.”
your honesty, unabashed and loud, always bowls him over and he has to take a sip of his ice water to feel steady again.)
the relationship between the two of you is easy, for once, and katsuki finds himself looking forward to coming home, to you and your witty comments, sharp intelligence, and your uncanny ability to see right through him.
he swears it must be a hidden quirk, the way you seem to just know — know what he wants and needs without even asking and your accuracy rate is pretty much unbeatable.
after a particularly bad mission where the property damage is unusually high and the civilian casualties match, the leading hero news journalist puts out a scathing piece about him, sending him into an emotional spiral.
you find him that afternoon, curled up in bed, staring at the window blankly. you crawl up in bed beside him and you don’t speak, don’t offer him coddling words of “everything’s gonna be okay,” or “you did the best you could,” because if that was katuski’s best, he doesn’t fucking deserve to be a hero. not at all.
but no, you don’t offer him empty words of placation. instead, you brush a lock of his hair off of his forehead and look at him with that all-seeing gaze, your expression neither soft nor hard, but understanding.
“you’re not gonna let that shit happen again, right?” you ask, tilting your head. katsuki shakes his head vehemently, the mere notion of the same amount of dead bodies on his watch sending a fire through his chest as he sits up.
“fuck no.”
“good. now come here, i painted something new and i need to see if i get ‘good job’ or ‘holy fuck that’s shitty’ eyebrows from you.”
and that’s that.
you’ve even given him a nickname and it inexplicably makes his skin feel tight, like he needs to tear it off and show you, like it’s a display of how you make him feel.
it’s a lazy sunday afternoon, one he’s required to take off by best jeanist, and he’s spent it next to you on the couch, listening to a few of your records while you paint a forest scene, a skittish doe front and center with rivulets of water streaming from beneath it.
occasionally, you’ll activate your quirk and katsuki can suddenly hear birds chirping and the creak of the wood before he’s back in your cramped flat, the sounds of city sounding below.
it’s jarring and yet, comforting, both your presence and the quirk, in a way that still doesn’t make sense to him yet.
“bambi, are you even listening to me?” the term of what he assumes is endearment startles him out of his thoughts and he eyes dart to yours, an amused expression on your your brow.
“who the fuck are you callin’ bambi?” in his shock, he can hardly conjure up the ability to sound pissed, confusion instead hijacking his words, making them come out soft and gruff.
“you, idiot,” you reply, like it makes all the sense in the world. “you’re like a deer to me. something in you is skittish, afraid and yet, you’re still so beautiful.”
what the fuck.
katsuki’s breath completely evaporates from his lungs and he feels like he’s going to pass out at your frank words. it doesn’t help that you don’t break eye contact or look embarrassed to have said something so, so… intimate.
he can’t even begin to parse through how to respond to something like that, but you know that too, flicking a little bit of paint water at him with the tip of your brush. he sees the olive branch for what it is and he grabs it with both hands, the annoyed sound rising from his throat on autopilot as you laugh, but your eyes are still so knowing.
he thinks about that day everyday after with sickening butterflies flapping around in his stomach and those only magnify when you choose to call him the new nickname every single chance you get.
katsuki would not dream of stopping you.
—
it’s about two months into you moving in with him and he’s going out drinking with the squad. he’s invited you about thirty times but every time you decline, citing that you’re behind on grading art projects and that show you were looking forward to is airing tonight.
(you’re a substitute art teacher at the local elementary school, a fact that genuinely shocked katsuki when he found out.
you’d laughed, wide and unapologetic at his reaction.
“i know i’ve got quite the potty mouth but i clean it up for the kids,” you say, eyes twinkling. “they kinda love me, i think, but it might just be the bob ross videos i put on for them every friday.”)
katsuki chooses not to push but he knows that he’ll end up cutting the night short, just so he can sprawl next to you on the couch and watch you paint.
you seem to know it too (how?? secret quirk, it must be) if the knowing look you give him isn’t enough as he goes to change.
when he returns to the living room, he’s clad in a nice black button down that’s unbuttoned enough to show off the strong planes of his chest and his thin gold chain, and a pair of black jeans that fit him and his tiny waist incredibly well.
katsuki knows he looks good in this outfit, but he finds himself uncharacteristically nervous as he stands in front of you, your eyes dragging down his body as slow as molasses, igniting the skin as though it was a physical touch.
your eyes meet his once again, molten and hot, and katsuki’s knees nearly buckle at the sight. he’s never seen you look like that - not at him, not at anyone, and he finds that he quite likes to be the center of your attention in this way.
“you clean up nicely, bambi,” you murmur, your voice a lower timber in comparison to your normal speech.
the blush spreads immediately to all visible parts of his body and he can fucking see you holding back a grin. “fuck off,” is all he can say before he spins on his heel, grabs his keys, and marches out the door.
it takes everything in him to continue walking, out and up to the train station and then to the bar, because all he wants to do is turn right back around, back to your home and back to that lava-like gaze you pinned him with earlier.
it’s you that’s racing around in his mind when he pushes the door open to the bar, but all thoughts come to a complete, grinding halt when he sees kirishima at their usual table, surrounded by all their friends and grinning like he’d never left.
he looks different - after all, it’s been about a year since katsuki had seen him last. his hair is longer and his roots are grown out, his skin has taken on such a warm glow and it, impossibly, seems like he’s gotten even bigger somehow.
it’s also impossible to miss the black band on his ring finger signaling a new engagement ring which he figures is what they’re meant to be celebrating tonight, eyes belatedly catching on the comically tiny “i’m engaged!” sash hanging around his chest.
the sight of kirishima sends the most heinous bolt of anxiety through katsuki and now he really just wants to call you to come get him and take him home, to make him forget all about his unrequited love. he moves backwards to do just that, but he’s already been spotted by kirishima himself.
fuck.
katsuki is frozen as kirishima’s happy expression falters when he meets his eyes, cycling through shock, disbelief, stark hurt and then utter relief.
he can see the way kiri’s mouth forms “katsuki” from a distance as he puts down his drink and moves towards him, his feet completely frozen until they’re standing face to face (face to chest, really) for the first time in months.
“hey,” kirishima says, hesitantly, breathlessly, as his hands flutter uselessly at his sides, like he wants to just pick katsuki up but is stopping himself. “can we, uh, can we go outside and talk?”
katsuki just nods because what else is supposed to do? and as they move out, he catches the worried gazes of their friends watching the pair of them from the table. denki and izuku, the latter of whom knows the most (everything) and the former who managed to figure most of it out on his own.
(“takes one to know one,” he’d said, bitterly when he’d confronted katsuki a few weeks ago about his unexplained mandatory leave all those months ago. katsuki was confused until kaminari flipped around his phone to reveal a photo of him and hanta pressed tightly together in an embrace that was strictly platonic and yet, horribly intimate.
katsuki’s lips drew together into a tight line as he settled against the brick wall kami was leaning against, trying to light the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.
“you’re too good for plain face,” he says after a moment, attempting to channel his inner you, blunt and honest. “you’re gonna find someone better.” and just like all his thoughts as of recently, they’d flitted right back to you.
denki had watched his face carefully, cigarette unlit, a thoughtful look crossing his own expression.
“yeah,” he concedes, “i will, won’t i?”)
katsuki gives the pair of them a nod, holding up a hand to izuku who looks like he wants to follow them out of the bar, despite the pounding in his chest and the way he suddenly feels unsteady on his feet as they leave the building to step right back out into the cool, fall air.
kirishima’s stance is awkward and since neither of them smoke, they both just stand there, barely looking at each other and waiting for the other person to speak up first.
“fuckin’ hell- what’d you wanna talk about kirishima?” katsuki grits out, tired of the waiting game and suddenly, immediately, so exhausted. all he wants to do is be curled up beside you, with your all seeing eyes and gentle utterances of “bambi” in his ear.
the tact he’d lost in his haste to get this over with stings kirishima whose brows furrow in annoyance. “what do i want to talk about? i haven’t seen you in a year, bakugou, not since i moved out and you completely cut me off with no explanation whatsoever. i want to know why. what - what did i do wrong?”
his voice breaks on the last word and it sounds so sad, so uncharacteristically eijirou, that katsuki flinches, finally looking over at kirishima to see a broken, pleading man who lost his best friend for nothing more than silly, stupid feelings.
at once, katsuki feels all the fucking idiot asshole he is and it’s staggering how much that thought makes him feel like shit. he could’ve reached out, he could’ve, but he was so worried that he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together, spending time with kiri, and as time passed, the issue became that so much time had passed and he had no idea how to navigate this all over again.
he runs a hand over his face, leaning against the brick facade of the bar. “fuck,” he whispers, gravel crunching underfoot as kiri steps closer.
“i - i miss you, kats,” kiri’s voice comes out quiet and thick, “i got engaged and all i wanted to do was call you, but you weren’t there, you weren’t speaking to me and i-“ he takes a shuddering breath and katsuki’s eyes fill with tears.
“i was in love with you.”
the sounds of the street fade out as katsuki finally turns to look at kirishima, the tears falling down his cheeks.
“wha- bakugou, what?”
“i was in love with you and i couldn’t fuckin’ - i couldn’t do it. not to myself, not to you.”
kirishima face is drawn, pale and mouth gaping. his mouth closes, then opens again, then snaps shut, his head shaking in disbelief.
“why didn’t you - fuck - why didn’t you ever say anything, man?”
katsuki scoffs, the sound wet with grief. “are you shittin’ me? why the hell would i do that?”
kiri shrugs, long, dark lashes sweeping his cheekbones, leaving tiny wet marks. a year ago, the sight would’ve filled katsuki with rabid butterflies, but now it remains just an observation, one made passively and without thinking.
“i should’ve told you somethin’, i fuckin’ know that now, but i was - i was scared. scared of you hating me, scared of losing you. but i went and fucked that one up anyway, so,” katsuki laughs, self deprecating, and kirishima shakes his head vehemently, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him into a tight hug.
katsuki’s throat is tight as he gives into the embrace, burying his face into kirishima’s shoulder.
“you haven’t lost me, kats, and you never will,” kirishima whispers, pulling apart far enough to press his forehead to katsuki’s, red eyes meeting red. “i mean, who else is gonna be my best man?”
katsuki’s eyes widen and he takes a step back. “don’t fuck with me.”
kirishima shakes his head, a wet laugh escaping his lips. “not fucking with you bro. you’re my best friend. i want you there beside me on the happiest day of my life.”
after everything, after the year of no contact and the absolutely shitty way katsuki treated him, kirishima still wants katsuki by his side?
he’s honored, he’s out of his depth, he’s fucking nauseous, and he really wants to go home and tell you.
“i met someone,” he blurts and kirishima looks startled at the change of subject, but takes it in stride, a smile tugging at his face.
“that’s so great, dude, congrats! what’s their name?”
katsuki breathes it out and when he does, he realizes something, the force of it hitting him like a steel beam to the head.
“i think i’m in love with them.”
kirishima blinks, taking in katsuki’s tense form. he looks like he’s about to run away.
“i’m so happy for you, kats. really, i am,” kiri says, before being taken off guard yet again by the hug katsuki initiates.
“of course i’ll be your best man, shitty hair. i fuckin’ missed you too,” he murmurs and he hears kirishima sniffle. “i gotta go but text me and we’ll get lunch tomorrow or some shit, okay? i’ve got a lot to catch up on.”
he pulls away to see eijirou’s big wet eyes stare down at him with unabashed care and love, and katsuki feels his heart swell.
he got his best friend back and now it’s time to get you.
kirishima agrees to the meetup wholeheartedly and lets katsuki go with a hearty pat on the back and a shouted “good luck!” over the sound of the rain that started up during the last moments of conversation before going back inside the bar.
katsuki considers blasting his way to you, but he knows the optics would be incredibly unfavorable and his pr department would have his head, so he races to the train station instead and hops aboard, his mind racing with thoughts of you.
his hair is plastered to his forehead with rain by the time he gets to his apartment building and the button up is molded to his body like a second skin. he’s uncomfortable, of course, but he hardly pays it any mind because before he knows it, he’s unlocking and pushing open the door to your shared flat.
he’s home.
you startle from your place upside down on the couch, your paints and sketchbook cluttering the coffee table at the side while the tv plays an ancient looking cooking show quietly.
katsuki is bowled over by the sight, the weight of what he now knows as love sending him stumbling a little on his feet. he has to hold onto the doorjamb to keep his footing.
you sit up, observing, and you tilt your head. “you’re back early,” you comment, curiosity lacing your words.
he nods, not trusting his voice as finally steps past the threshold, kicking off his shoes and putting on a pair of hideous hawks themed slippers that you’d bought for him on your own birthday.
you hum thoughtfully before standing and disappearing down the hallway, katsuki’s eyes glued to you as you go. he can hear the sounds of you rummaging around in the bathroom, his feet frozen to the floor when you return, a fluffy towel in hand.
“you should shower, of course,” you say with a grin, opening up the towel and draping it over his head to dry it before moving on to the rest of his sopping body. “but i figured i’d keep you from dripping all over that ugly rug you’re obsessed with.”
katsuki doesn’t respond, can’t, and you don’t push or question, instead diligently wiping him down until he’s marginally more dry, eg, not actively dripping on the hardwood.
you move to go dispose of the towel and katsuki’s hand shoots out, not of his own volition, to hold you in place. it’s here he notices how close you’ve been standing to him, your breath wafting over his collarbones.
“bambi?” you question, unafraid of him, just lightly confused, but you don’t move away from him, somehow picking up his need for closeness without him saying anything, and he snaps.
“i love you,” he whispers, the explosion in his chest coming out in just those three gruff words, his carmine eyes boring into your own with an intensity you match.
a small smile spreads over your lips and your eyes light up, joy thrumming over your skin. “i love you too, katsuki.”
it’s perfect and katsuki can’t stop himself from cupping your face and pressing your lips together.
the kiss is gentle and chaste, your hands dropping the towel, coming up to rest on his forearms and holding him in place as you move your lips softly against his own.
katsuki feels like the rest of the world could implode right now, could be on fire or flooding or being overrun by villains and none of it would matter, not a single fucking thing because you’re in his arms and you’re kissing him back and you love him.
these thoughts ignite a hunger in him, a flame stoking in his belly, and he pushes further into the kiss, his hands sliding from their place on your face. one cups the back of your neck while the other slides down your back, pressing you firmly against the front of his body.
he’s almost giddy, having you like this, and he’s sure you can feel it because you’re smiling into the kiss like this is the happiest day of your life.
he thinks it’s his.
you continue trading kisses like this in your foyer, but it only escalates when your tongue flickers across katsuki’s bottom lip and you sigh softly, back arching against him.
katsuki has to break apart from you so he doesn’t consume you in that moment, but you don’t go far (you never do), your foreheads pressed together while you breathe in each others air.
“fuckin’ hell,” he chokes out and you laugh. “can i please - fuck - i need you.”
his honesty shuts you up quick and you nod, biting your lip. “take me to bed, bambi.”
and that he does.
katsuki’s hand finds yours and he pulls you towards his bedroom — you’ve been in there countless times, to watch movies, to nap, to read with one another, but of course, it was never like this.
the tension is thick but it’s not uncomfortable at all. you walk over to his bed and plop down on it like you’ve been in this situation a thousand times. the action soothes any residual anxiety katsuki might’ve had as he walks over to you, your heated gaze tracking his movements the entire time.
“take this shit off,” he grumbles, tugging at the garish all might crewneck covering your abdomen and you swat his hand away with an amused look.
he can feel his pout forming at your smile, but you just shake your head. “don’t tell me what to do, bambi,” but still, you raise grip the bottom of the thick fabric, lifting it up and over your head before letting it drop to the ground, leaving you bare.
or almost bare, if not for the objectively hideous, brightly colored, thin, cheap and lacey dynamight themed underwear covering your body.
“what the fuck is this?” katsuki doesn’t mean for his question to come out so reverent, but seeing you clad in his colors sends a bolt of heat down his spine so strong, he’s quite literally never been harder in his life.
you don’t seem to notice (but you always do), tilting your head at him with a grin playing on your lips. “they were on sale. didn’t think you’d ever see them.”
katsuki’s brows furrow at that, his hands tightening from their place on your hips. “who the fuck else was going to?”
you shake your head, like there’s something he isn’t getting. “no one. it’s always been you.”
“fuckin’-“ katsuki surges for you, claiming your lips with his with an urgency that had previously been lost. you respond in kind and this time, you’re letting out all these quiet gasps and sighs, writhing beneath him. he has to see you fall apart.
he reluctantly detaches his face from yours, kissing down your neck and sucking marks into the thin skin there, one of your hands sliding up to tangle into his hair, keeping him close.
a moan escapes him at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, nearly getting lost in the mindless action, but he has to keep going. he makes it to your chest, laving his tongue over one of your nipples, flicking the hardened bud with the tip.
“f-fuck, bambi,” you outright moan and katsuki has to grind down against the mattress, his free hand sliding to pinch and pull at your other nipple.
your body can’t figure out whether to arch towards or away from his ministrations, which katsuki takes special delight in. you’re always so in control of yourself, even when you’re not, so it’s beyond rewarding to be responsible for your destruction.
“bambi - fuck - ‘suki, fuck me,” you groan and katsuki’s eyes roll back before he pulls off your nipple with a pop, his lips red and slick.
“nah.”
“nah?” you parrot, leaning up on your elbows with the closest thing he’s seen to annoyance directed at him written all over your face.
“nah. ‘m gonna make you come first.” katsuki grins, feral, and you shudder.
“get to it then, hero.” the moniker, while meant to be sarcastic and biting, just makes katsuki moan, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your (dynamight !!) underwear and tossing them to the floor.
he leans in, propping up one of your legs over his shoulder to bury his nose in the crease between hip and thigh, inhaling deeply. you smell sharp and tangy and so you that he couldn’t stop himself from taking a lick, entrance to clit, if he tried.
you sigh at that first touch of his wet muscle, melting in the bed while one hand remains buried in his hair and the other splays above your head. you watch him move with that intense look and you don’t look away so he doesn’t either.
he doesn’t look away as he slurps loudly at your entrance, tasting the wetness that’s gathered there with a pleased hum. doesn’t look away as he swirls his tongue around your clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest. doesn’t look away as he picks up pace, swirling, flicking and sucking until you’re chanting his name and “bambi,” your body tensing up as you buck your hips up into his face. doesn’t look away when you cum hard, soaking his lips and chin to which he eagerly groans, slurping up all you have to offer.
you pull him up to stop him from licking you through your aftershocks, kissing him hard once he gets to eye level.
“please,” you beg, eyes wide and urgent. who is he to deny you or himself?
katsuki stands and shucks off his boxers in record time, wrapping a hand around his cock that’s hard and leaking, the tip bright red.
your eyes eat him up hungrily, lingering on the way his precum spills over his knuckles with every slow stroke.
“i’m gonna suck your pretty cock tomorrow, preferably before breakfast,” you comment breathlessly. katsuki has to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock to keep himself from coming in that moment, taking a deep breath and glaring at you when you giggle.
“condom?” you shake your head, leaning back and spreading your legs to show off the wet mess he’s made of you.
“‘m clean and i’m in love with you. fuck me. now.” you can’t even sound commanding, not with the whine lying beneath your words, giving away how bad you want him. how bad you want this.
if the way katsuki’s cock legitimately jumped at your words is anything to go by, he obviously feels the same.
“goddamit, can’t fuckin’ say shit like that to me, jesus,” he rambles, crawling back onto the bed and notching the fat head of his dick into your entrance before leaning down to kiss you, open mouthed and messy.
he pushes into you when your tongue is halfway down his throat and he nearly chokes on it. you’re so soft and wet and velvety — he’s gonna cum so fucking fast, holy shit.
of course, you know it too, know him like the back of your hand because you squeeze even tighter around him and slide your hand down between your bodies to rub frantically at your clit.
“you - oh, god, you feel so fucking good bambi, fucking me so well, always taking care of me,” your words slur together as your eyes roll back, his hips slamming into yours at a quick pace.
he wants you to cum first, wants it more than anything, but the dirty talk coupled with the way you feel clenching around him has him shooting off faster than he expected, a low, long whine leaving him.
his hips stutter against yours and fireworks go off behind his eyelids. it feels like he’s coming forever as he humps into you and that feeling is only prolonged by you coming around him, your cunt clenching so tightly, you force him out, his spend spreading all over your mons and pelvis with a choked groan.
after another long moment, he slumps against you, exhausted and happier than he’s ever been.
you hum contentedly, wrapping your arm around him to pull him half on top of you, your body succumbing to the tiredness that’s so quickly overtaken you.
“i love you, katsuki,” you whisper, the phrase thick with sleep and emotion. katsuki feels burning at the backs of his eyes so he buries his face in the crook of your neck to hide, kissing your shoulder when the words don’t come.
you know, though. you always do.
—
“fuck, bambi, we’re gonna be late!” you screech from your (now) shared room, the sound muffled from where your head is buried in the closet.
by the door, katsuki is trying (and failing) to tie his bow tie, the red fabric remaining uncooperative in his hands. he groans in frustration, raising a hand to run it through his hair but stopping short when he remembers how you painstakingly fixed it for him a few hours ago.
“i know! it’s this stupid fuckin’ tie!” he shouts back, staring at himself in the little mirror you purchased, smiling a little despite himself when he remembers that trip to the home decor store with you, picking out new items that represent the both of you for your apartment.
speak of the devil, you step up behind him, looking gorgeous in a red, floor length dress, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“you look really good bambi,” you grin, fingers dragging down his abdomen to rest on his waistband, but his hands stop your downward motion while he gives you a halfhearted glare through the reflection.
“don’t start that shit,” katsuki turns around in your hold to face you, your hands immediately finding his undone tie. you work efficiently, face so scrunched up and focused that katsuki can only lift your face to press a kiss to your lips.
you melt, kissing him back easily and when you pull away, his lips are tinged with your lip products, marked by you. “you have a little something…” you trail off, wiping it away, not realizing how he stares at you like you’re the sun and he has no other choice but to revolve around you.
“marry me,” katsuki blurts, heat burning at the tips of his ears after a moment of you looking at him in utter disbelief.
he worries for a split second that you’re going to say no, but then your face splits into the most blinding smile he’s ever seen.
“are you proposing to me right now, bakugou katsuki?” you tease, fingers toying with the tie around his neck.
he nods, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer to him. “so what if i am?”
you laugh and nod, tears filling your lash line as the lighthearted facade drops to reveal you, earnest and honest and so so in love with him.
katsuki has no idea how he got so lucky, what he did in a past life to have you in his life and agreeing to be with him, in his life forever.
“of fucking course, i’ll marry you,” you say, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. “and i want nothing more than to make love to you on our brand new ikea sofa, but if we’re late to kiri’s wedding, he’s gonna kill me and make you watch.”
even the empty threat you make through your happy tears centers you in katsuki’s life, like you know that you are the center of his world, of his entire universe. you always know, know him better than he knows himself and there isn’t anyone on this whole earth who he’d rather be with than you.
he doesn’t tell you any of this though, blinking back tears instead and agreeing with a laugh, before finally ushering the pair of you out the door.
the thing is, katsuki doesn’t have to tell you.
you already know.
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chocolate almond croissant | jude bellingham x fem! perez! reader
summary; jude bellingham and the granddaughter of florentino pérez, the president of real madrid, soft launch their relationship
fc; nailea devora
note; i haven’t written in forever and i’ve never done a smau on tumblr so here’s my attempt😋😋 my requests are closed btw 😁
masterlist !
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ynperez: in france, kinda want a baguette
user1: mother
user2: i wanna be u
bsfuser: u only know the words oui and allez les bleus
ynperez: i know cama ooh too
camavinga: i feel so special
user3: anyone see jude in her likes
user4: he’s trying to get on presi’s good side
user5: our future president
user6: tell papa pérez to send the damn bid
user7: i’m a culer but i love yn
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judebellingham: the south of france
user8: we were in the same country we’re meant to be guys
user9: my faves
user10: going feral rn
camavinga: QP QP-skyyy
vinijr: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄me dejaron
judebellingham: restttt bro😘
ynperez: ur so unserious
judebellingham: thx
user11: isn’t yn in france rn??
user12: who is yn??
user13: she’s florentino pérez’s granddaughter, he’s the president of real madrid 😭
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ynperez: when bae ate the last bite of your chocolate almond croissant
bsfuser: u look so sad
ynperez: nothing to smile about in my life
user14: BAE????
user15: omg she’s not in her single era anymore
user16: 100% believe she’s dating a real madrid player
aurelientchm: how many bites did he take
ynperez: one too many
ynperez: and one too many sips of my matcha latte 💔💔
judebellingham: sounds delicious 😁
ynperez: yeah yeah 😒
user17: can you blame her?? jude and aurelien are on that team i’d want them too if my father was the president of the biggest club!
user18: real
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judebellingham: new found love for chocolate almond croissants
user19: it’s illegal to be this fine
user20: damn
user21: call me delusional but didn’t yn pérez talk about her ‘bae’ eating her chocolate almond croissant & they seemed to be in france together
user22: delusional
vinijr: wonder what else you love 😂🤣
judebellingham: hey man, chillll🤫
ynperez: u should try matcha lattes i heard they’re good
judebellingham: i’m a fan of them icl
user23: no way jude isn’t dating yn pérez
user24: tryna get on presi’s good side like presi didn’t speak english for him at his presentation 😭
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ynperez: bf always taking pics of me mid complaining should i dump
user25: yn so cute😭
user26: THE SECOND PIC LMFAO
user27: dump him u can do better (me)
judebellingham: I CANT HELP IT THAT YOU LOOK CUTE WHILE COMPLAINING??
ynperez: ur so dumb ur lucky ur cute
judebellingham: oopsies
user28: JUDES COMMENT IM SCREAMING
user29: i knew those twitter threads were right
camavinga: it only took so long for jude to explode
vinijr: to be fair u always complain
ynperez: i helped sign him he should be grateful for me!
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ynperez: ruined my soft launch but it’s okay, mi novio is tan lindo y lo quiero 🤍 [my boyfriend is so cute and i love him]
tagged; judebellingham
judebellingham: i said i’m sorry😔
ynperez: it’s ok pumpkin
vinijr: just so you know he giggled
judebellingham: i don’t giggle idk what u mean
judebellingham: i love you🤍
ynperez: i love you 🤍🤍
user30: I KNEW IT
user31: it couple
user32: now we know why jude signed for real madrid
yourbsf: finally u posted him, such cuties 🥹
ynperez: i wanted a cute soft launch but this will do😔😔
user33: she calls him pumpkin that’s so adorable
user34: idk if i want him or her
user35: anyone see vini’s comment 😭
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judebellingham: prettiest girl ever, te quiero, mi flor 🌹🤍 [i love you, my flower]
tagged; ynperez
ynperez: AWHH U SPOKE SPANISH TO ME YOU LOVE ME🥹🥹🥹🥹
judebellingham: what can i say, i have vw the best teacher!
ynperez: te quiero muchísimo mi querido [i love you very much, my dear]
judebellingham: te quiero siempre [i love you always]
user36: 50% of me is crying but the other 50% is so excited
user37: him speaking in spanish for her?? that’s so cute stop
camavinga: he asked me 20 times to make sure he was saying it right btw
judebellingham: mate, don’t expose me like this 😕😕😕😕
user38: camavinga 😭
user39: wanna know how presi feels
ynperez: papa pérez is happy that his granddaughter is happy 😁
user40: i’d sign for real madrid too if that means yn perez would be my gf
#football imagines#football scenarios#footballer x reader#football one shot#footballer x y/n#football smau#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagine
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Okay either Mako/that dumb fucking prince, or. Bolin/Korra?
LMFAO I think ive already explained at length why I hate that ship and character generally and the utter tragedy of saddling him onto my poor boy mako (just go into my wu tag) but bolin and korra is not a ship i’ve ever talked about and I do actually find it fascinating. not because I necessarily think that they’d make a good couple, but because of the way in which bolin’s character assassination happened in the same episode that they established him as a contender in the love triangle, and then seemed to immediately realize that two (extremely codependent) brothers fighting over a girl is kind of weird and thus desexualized bolin (at least for the rest of the season) by lobotomizing him.
in the first couple episodes, bolin is actually quite charming and grounded, but you wouldn’t know that from watching the rest of the show, because from the moment he goes on a date with korra forward, they only afford him the mental capacity of a five year old. like, I think that mako is supposed to be the book smart sibling and bolin is the street smart sibling, but bolin is actually unfathomably naive and foolish, and mako is just. both book and street smart. so it’s like. okay. well what is bolin doing here.
remember when he used to be someone with a brain and actual charm? no because his brain slipped through his ears after going on one single date with korra. a date that went spectacularly well, I might add. they never actually give us a reason to believe that korra would sooner have feelings for mako than bolin. all she and mako do is argue, while she and bolin have a lot in common and good chemistry. obviously i’m a korrasami truther, but like. what they did to bolin to justify makorra is just strange. this is what I mean when I say that lok has some of the clumsiest writing i’ve ever seen.
but also, I will say this: it’s very funny to me that bolin is into korra (definitely understandable) but never asami (the most beautiful woman alive). like mako is very understandably into both of them because who wouldn’t be. well, bolin wouldn’t be. because he’s only into brown girls. amen
#ephemeral-phosphorescence#asks#bolin#korra#mako#lok crit#they literally lobotomized him so that mako could fumble two gorgeous girls 😭 mess
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mae girl! i’ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know you’re just getting back but i’ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but it’s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesn’t work at the bear but’ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, he’s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but she’s all like “no.” and she’s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they haven’t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue they’re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and nat’s still stalling like “so are things with you and my brother?” and the reader scoffs and nat’s just like “still not talking to him huh?” and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open she’s all like “look, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shit” and then all you hear is carmy being like “oh, i’m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?” and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camry’s just like “wait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like “y/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?” and then she’s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name “in the kitchen now.” just hearing how he’d say it makes me squirm and squeak 😂😩. and she’s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that he’s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadn’t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea i’ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance 😭.
- 🥣.
i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that
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naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. you’re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you won’t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.
“why the fuck are you here?! i don’t need you messing shit up and crowding me!” he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since it’s the only thing you’ve thought about for the past few days.
nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, “i know my brother. he can’t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.”
so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. “so, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?” she asks.
you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. “taking that as a no.” nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.
"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.
"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.
"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.
he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.
i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.
while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh
#maeberzatto#mae writes!#mae writes: the bear#mae has mail! 💌#mae's anons!#bowl anon#carmen berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#the bear fx#the bear hulu#carmen berzatto fanfiction#mae answers your asks!#mae answers: carmen and reader making up</3
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headcanons for walls erode to dust
These are always kept as a running list in my head when I write fic. They help me stay on track lol.
During the fic timeline:
Though Vi may not see it very often, Jinx and Lux do get into conflict, especially when they first start dating. Jinx has difficulty sorting through how to respond when she feels hurt or rejected by Lux, and Lux takes issue with how Jinx handles it sometimes. But Jinx begins to learn that Lux really, actually likes her, and (in tandem with therapy) starts to ease out of more maladaptive behaviors
Again lmfao, Vi refuses to go to therapy. She just gives me the vibe of someone who's like “uh I'm fine. I'm fine for real. Brb I'm going to go rip a log in half”
Silco is less of a villain in this fic and more of just like. Vander's divorced husband that he talks shit about sometimes to Benzo in front of Vi and Powder lmfao
The few times Vi fucked in college and navigated penetration she was like “idk it's just not my vibe”. And then she took Caitlyn’s dick and she was like “oh. THIS is my vibe”
Jinx saw Caitlyn once and looked at Vi and was like. “Girl someone get her an autism screening”
Caitlyn is like “I'm not autistic. I just have standards. I like things done a certain way and that's okay. And doesn't EVERYONE have trouble navigating social situations? And doesn't EVERYONE fidget like this when they get nervous?” and Jinx is like. : /
Caitlyn takes the online screening questionnaire and it tells her she's very likely to be autistic and she's like “well it's not a medical professional so I'm taking it with a grain of salt” and everyone around her sighs
Post fic:
Don't ask me what law school Caitlyn goes to by the end of the fic. I don't know. But I do think she becomes a really incredible defense attorney, and Vi and Caitlyn end up permanently moving there
Caitlyn, Vi, Viktor, and Jayce go to the mall/on dumb touristy outings sometimes for fun (wlw/mlm solidarity). Caitlyn, Vi, and Viktor often gang up on Jayce during these outings when he's being obnoxious, except for when they’re getting food. Then Caitlyn and Jayce commiserate over how Vi and Viktor only ever want to get burgers
Jayce is very happy his friend Cait is in lesbo city with her lesbo gf
Cait’s dad (Asian coded) spoke a little bit of Cantonese to Caitlyn growing up, but she only knows a few phrases nowadays. Vi asks to learn a little bit and all Caitlyn can teach her is “wash your hands” because Vi very often does need to wash her hands
In my head, Caitlyn is an absolute freak when it comes to sex lmfao. Not that Vi isn't, but Cait is very blunt and often it's Caitlyn initiating “what if we did this” and Vi is like …..*gulp* ok
Jinx and Lux definitely fuck like crazy on the couch after Vi moves out
When Vi and Caitlyn come visit (they're able to visit pretty often since Caitlyn is rich/Vi has a good paying job w Hextech), they often meet up with Vander, Lux, and Jinx, and play dumb board games and eat Vander’s food and play with the cat the Jinx and Lux are not supposed to have
Through the dynamic of good cop/bad cop, Jinx and Lux somehow convince the landlord to let them keep the cat
Pre-fic:
Cait actually grew up in California before moving to the undetermined East Coast setting where she and Vi are at the beginning of the fic. That's why she knows all the local spots
Jayce also lived in California before moving to the undetermined East Coast setting and they bonded about it when they first met
Jayce got more than a few hasty text messages from Caitlyn when he moved back to California while Caitlyn was in college like “please help me Jayce I'm lesbian and I think I'm in love” and she sends like 38272 images of Vi smiling pretty
Ok as tagged, the neurodivergence in this fic isn't a big part of it or anything, but I think Jinx was diagnosed w/ autism/ADHD in her childhood (bc she could not stop being Like That and Vi and Vander were like “this CANNOT just be trauma.”)
In general:
My conceptualization for the light cannon/CaitVi fic was: (1) jinx and lux are insane and way cooler than caitlyn and vi (2) caitlyn and vi are insane but on the down low and also they're fucking losers lowkey
Vi accuses Caitlyn of hating trying new things in the last chapter, which she does, except for when it comes to trying new ways to fuck Vi. Autism be damned, my girl can slut it up.
For every scene you see of Caitlyn and Jinx bickering, the only thing going through my mind at the time of writing was “autism on autism violence”
I was talking to my sister about how Caitlyn and Jayce are originally from California and move across the country to where Vi lives in an undetermined East Coast area because it's kind of representative of people from Piltover visiting the Undercity and i was like "but i dont know where they actually live geographically. I just know it's kind of trashy", and my sister is like "Topside is California and the Undercity is like... New Jersey" and I almost screamed
So yeah anyway Vi and Caitlyn live in Undercity, New Jersey when they meet in college. Thank you to my sister for enlightening me
*bows* thank you
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I love you so I let you go
Pairing: Seok matthew x gender neutral reader
Warnings: Y/N is insecure (extremely), insults
Notes : I havent written anything in over a year due to various reasons so its messy lol and globally bad. Its just to get me back on writing and get rid of my writing trauma lmfao. English is my second language. (Also darling seok02 I am not tagging you bc you deserve better this, I will do better I promise <3)
Genre: University au, Matthew fell first, friends to sweethearts, angst, break-up.
Synopsis: Y/n and Matthew are in a relationship but sometimes insecurity get the best of you..
.....Under the cut ...!
Many people had different names to qualify you. Dumb, weak, unworthy, ugly..
You were used to it by now. You knew that the words you were over-hearing on a daily basis were not real.
The insults had started when your relationship to your boyfriend, Matthew, became public.
Matthew and you were the same age, coming from the same city, friends since school and finally at university as well. You werent majoring in the same discipline but it didnt matter, Matthew always made time for you, his favorite friend to hang out, eat together. He always made sure you were never eating alone.
Something had shifted in your relationship a year ago, when you went back home and realised that Matthew wasn't only glued at your hip at university.
You were quite the insecure person and even if you had known Matthew your whole life there was this little part of you that always thought that if he was hanging out with you daily was because he had taken you on pity.
How could he not ?
You had grown up together. You played as childrens, had braces together, learned together how to tie your shoelaces. Of course he would feel pity for you. And stay by your side at univerisity were you knew no one and had not made any friends.
Matthew on his side, social butterfly he was, had quickly made friends, Kim Jiwoong an acting major a few years older, Kim Tae Rae and Zhang Hao from the composing major...
You never understood why Matthew always took them with him to have lunch with you, or simply ditching them to not leave you alone. But it was fine, you thought "well he pity me, what can I do" and thought it would stop once you went home.
But it didnt, he was even clingier then when you left your respective parent's houses at the beginning of the school year.
He was swinging by your home almost daily, taking your dog on walks with you, doing gardening with your father.
Thats when you started to question it. Why was he nice to you ? Yes you grow up together, yes he must have felt some kind of responsabilities when you were at the university but here ? In the city of your childhood..? With no one but people you knew you whole life ? Why was he staying by your side ?
Naturally you asked him, and he confessed, hands shaking and tears in his eyes. You were left with only confusion.
Matthew was the sweetest person that you could ever think of, why would he likes you?
Pleading with you he had convinced you to put him over a trial, "try being my partner for two weeks, give me two weeks, and if afterwards you are not interested, we will stay as friends"
Of course, you didn't need those two weeks to know that Matthew was the best person ever, and well, that you liked him.
Coming to your place to watch movies together, accompanying you when you had to do grocery shopping for your parents. Going on drive to see the sea together, laying on the grass together to observe the clouds and give them shapes (and mainly fighting over said shapes)
The two weeks had passed and you stayed together.
Your summer break was the best part of your life, you had enjoyed every single second of it. Enjoying each other presence. Both of your famillies were most than pleased at the way your relationship had developped.
You never told Matthew you loved him, he was always the one to do so. There was always this little voice in your head to tell you that you were not good enough for him, pretty enough, clever enough. But it was fine you managed to deal with it.
But you got back to your university, and one of his classmate found out about you two dating and quickly, like fire, the news spread out on campus. Matthew was popular, with girls, with boys. And quickly you became "Matthew's partner".
People were coming to you, asking you if you were Matthew's signifiant other, laughing in your face, belittling you, saying your relationship would never make it through, that you werent enough for him. That he pitied you.
Until one day you could not stand it anymore. You were at Matthew's place, the appartement he shared with his friends, laying together on the couch. Matthew was watching his favorite anime, completely immersed in it.
But you, their words kept coming back, again and again.
Turning your face from the tv screen to your boyfriend, you admired his feature, chocolate like hair, a big smile, sparkling eyes. He was the prettiest, kindest person you had ever met. And you loved him so much.
"Wake up Y/N, Matthew is just doing charity work you know ? One day he is gonna ditch you and then what ? You are nothing"
You felt your stomach hurts, and once again since a few weeks you ran to the bathroom, the sudden urge to vomit. Matthew stoped the movie and urged to the bathroom, putting his hand on your back, rubbing it slowly, comforting you.
Once you were done, he slowly picked you up, and laid you down on the couch. Picking up a glass of water he was getting back to your side.
"Are you alright love ?"
You stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at his face. He was worried, it wasn't the first time you were vomitting in a short time.
"I want to break up."
Matthew went further on his place and looked at you without understanding what was happening.
"What do you mean ?"
"You and I. Breaking up. I can't do it anymore. I just can't."
He was looking at you without words, the last events of the last months going back in his head. What was happening ? Why did you wanted to break up ? Since when were you feeling like this ?
"Why..? We are doing just fine..? Why do you wanna..?"
It was your turn to be without words, you had never told Matthew about what people were saying to you. Always enduring by yourself.
There was this little voice, greedy voice, that always told you that if you were to speak up about it he would just break up with you more quickly. You were just greedy, you wanted to keep him by your side just a little bit longer.
Unable to speak any words, you stand up, packing your stuff in your bag, tying your shoelaces, Matthew follows you, wordless.
"I love you, please, don't let go of me"
You looked at Matthew one last time, his tears were starting to fall on his cheeks, you took your jacket and went out.
Closing the door behind you, you feel your breath hurting your chest, you go down the stairs, and finally you make it at the bottom of the building.
Walking across your campus, head hidden in your hoodie, you make it to your dorm. Closing your door behind you. And finally letting yourself go.
You allow yourself to cry, in a place safe, where no one can see you or hear you.
Matthew last look kept coming back inside your head, and you couldn't get it out.
It was breaking your whole heart out but there was this part of yourself that kept thinking that he was just better off without you. You were stopping him from his real life, keeping him behind everything.
Seok Matthew deserved better than you. You loved him so you had to let him go.
Part 2.
#this was terrible#sorry for your eyes#zerobaseone fanfiction#zerobaseone imagine#zb1 fanfiction#zb1 imagine#seok matthew#seok matthew zb1#seok matthew zerobaseone#seok matthew fanfiction#seok matthew imagine#seok matthew x reader#i love you so i let you go
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❥ wip whenever
tagged by @denerims, @indorilnerevarine, and @unholymilf to post a wip... two of those tags from ages ago LMFAO but anyway thank you my loves!!!
tagging @phillipsgraves, @risingsh0t, @gwynbleidd, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @florbelles, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe, @jacobseed, @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @detectivelokis, @leviiackrman, @nightbloodraelle, @confidentandgood, and YOU!! no pressure ofc, this is just for fun and also bc i want to share what i've got 🙈
here's a little thing of austin and alyssa's juliet below >:33 with a mention of allegra's iryna!!!
Austin's eyes locked onto Juliet across the way, where she'd been coaxed into a dance with the town's resident medic. Nice guy, lost his wife a few years ago, and he knew he'd been lonely since then, but something about how close the two were had twisted his stomach into uncomfortable knots. He took a shaky sip of his drink.
He'd be truly dumb to not recognize it as jealousy, searing hot in his stomach and traveling up to his chest; he just didn't know why he felt that way. Juliet was his friend, his closest confidante. He was hers all the same, and so she'd confessed to him before how much she yearned for companionship. He should be happy for her. She deserved this. Instead, his drink goes down sour and he hands the glass to his sister to make his way over to them, ignoring the knowing look he gets from her.
He cleared his throat. "Mind if I cut in?"
"Austin," Juliet said, sounding delighted to see him. She glanced at her dance partner, stunning smile lighting up her already too beautiful face. "Well, do you mind?"
A laugh, as the man stepped back. Austin almost felt bad for interrupting. He deserved to be just as happy as she did, but the green-eyed demon of envy says he'd rather it be with somebody else. "Not at all. She's all yours, Austin."
That sent another wave of heat through him. "Thanks," is all he could choke out, watching him walk away to chat up Raul and Iryna, seemingly none too burned by him stealing her attention. He turned to Juliet. "Sorry. I know you were having fun with him."
Juliet giggled, a flush to her cheeks. "I was, but… well, I've kind of been waiting for you to ask me to dance."
"Oh." The heat in his own face was unbearable. He chuckled nervously and rubbed at his neck. "Then sorry for taking so long."
"That's alright." She stepped closer. "You're here now."
The innate ability to know how to breathe was suddenly failing him. "I'm here," he said, voice incredibly soft. He pulled her in with an arm around her waist, stomach twisting itself into worse knots when he realized just how perfectly they fit together. "Just one dance, though. I don't want to step on your feet too much."
#tag games#oc: austin ryan#friend oc: juliet rhodes#all i do is writing pining and yearning and pining and#we love an oblivious couple who do not know they're in love with each other.#if theres any mistakes in it its bc i wrote it in a half-asleep haze and you should ignore it
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OK SO I RATED EVERY (maybe) SHIP I USED TO SHIP
disclaimer I don't ship all of these (apart from patbob) anymore so IVE CHANGED and I shipped these when I was a dumb young kid
Allow me to explain my placements starting from the top to the bottom:
Patbob:
I find this ship to be cute plus I like the whole friends to lovers trope thing.
Chica x Foxy and Foxy x mangel:
These were very popular ship in the fnaf community back in 2016 or something. Plus, I share many old memories with these ships.
Also, I used to watch those amvs
Unifrown:
Back when I loved Unikitty, I decided to search up fanart of Unikitty on my computer and I also used to watch animation memes based around Unikitty. Soooo one day I stumbled upon this ship and I liked it.
Plankbob:
On my first days or months of this site, I searched up SpongeBob to see what's in the tags. I saw some good fanart n' some ships. But when I saw some Spongebob fancomic called "When fools Rush in" I just liked the ship and yeah that is my reason basically.
Foxidile:
It was a cannon ship and I was rooting for Hawkodile to confess to Dr Fox
Serena x Ash and Misty x Ash:
Grouping these together for the same reason, they were both females with a male protagonist
Spandy:
Same reason as the last one (female x male protag.)
Sylveon x Umbreon:
Back when I was obsessed with pokemon, I used to watch those flipaclip story videos with the same plot and same ending
Plot if the Umbreon x Sylveon story:
-Sylveon has a crush on Umbreon
-Umbreon doesn't know that
-Eyspeon also has a crush on Umbron
-The physic variant proceeds to gaslight Umbreon into hating Sylveon
-Sylveon is now sad
-She proceeds to fight Eyspeon nearby a river
-The Sylveon wins (of course)
-Eyspeon gets knocked into the water and possibly dies
-Sylveon and Umbreon fall in love and live a happily ever after
Zimbob:
Wandering around on an account that was Nicktoons Unite centric then just found a compilation of SpongeBob and Zim acting like or being a couple
Adoramao:
Do I need to explain what's wrong with this??? I WAS SHIPPING A MINOR WITH AN ADULT and the reason is the same as spandy (female x male protag.)
Also, back when Sony sketch (rip that app it held so much memories) was a thing I used these shipping bases since it was fun for me. I used adorabat and Mao mao to fill them in; over time I developed a love for that ship.
Danbob:
I HATE THIS SHIP WITH A BURNING PASSION but the thing is...
I used to ship this and it was because I was new to the NU fandom and was looking on an account that has Nicktoons Unite art on it. I thought the ship was cute till I came to my senses and stopped Shipping it.
Again, I watched AMVs
Mikey x Raph (2012)
I was pretty young and had no idea what incest was. I was sitting on my Granny's IPad and watching those amvs. I bet she was wondering why her algorithm was full of Mikey making out with Raph (lol) but I'm gonna assume I liked the tough guy x chill guy (I used to like turtle yaoi lmfao XD)
HOLY CRAP, THATS A LOT OF WRITING-
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Talk Shop Chewsday: having written for a little while, through changing tides of fandom, do you find that some of your own perspectives have shifted over time? Particularly in terms of the way you approach your own writing? Are there some stories you’re no longer interested in telling/more interested in telling now? Etc etc 🎤
Oh absolutely and in so many ways. I notably did a hard shift from how I named MJ in fics starting a year back. When I first joined fandom, I was big into saying Marvel said PeterMJ rights and got the impression/told/the vibe that the MCU fandom name was spideychelle as a way to distinguish MCU MJ from the rest of them. I never liked the spideychelle name but it is what it is, and since MJ’s name is Michelle in the MCU— I had a practice of writing out her name as Michelle in her head and in reference to who she is but almost always being vocally referred to as MJ.
About a year ago, I shifted that after being finally fed up with both comic fandom’s racism AND MCU fandom’s dumb fuckery in pretending that MCU MJ isn’t a legacy character. Since then, I always tag MJ/Peter Parker (which still wrangles under the MCU ship, of which I have other thoughts on why they’re separated from every other version of PeterMJ but I digress) and went back and changed every fic I’ve ever written to have that as the tag (and changing her name to Michelle Jones Watson in the character tags for 99% of them). MJ is MJ and I’m no longer interested in saying that and yet facilitating this weird pseudo-segregation MCU fandom is damned and determined to have about MCU MJ. It doesn’t help our cause and doesn’t give respect to who MJ is supposed to be imo.
As far as stories I’m not interested in telling anymore, I never really liked high school!peter lmfao. I’m glad he’s 18 now in MCU canon and can just be a fucking adult. I’m uninterested in high school Spider-Man stories, we have moved beyond high school Spider-Man stories. In that, I’m utterly disinterested in irondad stories where Tony is anything other than the weird rich uncle that’s nosy as shit and cares a lot. I almost never wrote stories like this— my archives speak to me backing my shit up!!!— because I always preferred crunchy bastard found family types but I’ve found from 2019 to now, I can’t even look through the tag because so much of irondad is stuck in 2018 with a version of Peter and Tony that didn’t exist back then and is even more egregious now that Peter canonically has shown more love, attention, and affection to MJ and Ned and May than he ever did to Tony across the entire franchise.
I didn’t like stories that ignored his friends and family back then and I simply cannot find it within myself to try and read a “pure” irondad story now because of how much it doesn’t resonate with the actual Peter Parker that exists on screen.
Maybe I could’ve read and enjoyed and even written wn irondad fic that focused on the two of them bonding at some conference or with fun shenanigans during a holiday in 2019 but now? Why retread the same tired tropes when the potential for storylines between the two of them as Peter AND Tony as they get older is far more interesting?
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The tags made me laugh because they are so out of touch and I don't even particularly like Jim Beach then I remember this is the same person who said If Brian and Roger can sign off on Bohrap then Mary was right to sell everything she can lol because why not.
lmfao what kind of false equivalency is that? So because Brian and Roger gave the rights to their music for a film, then it was okay for Mary to shit all over Freddie's loved ones yet again, make maximum profit off his stuff (including things like his fucking mustache comb), and to have such little respect for his lyrics and costumes that she sold them to randos instead of giving them to museums? Dumb.
And yeah, there's zero indication anyone wants to turn Garden Lodge into a museum. People are just making shit up
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Tag game: nine people you'd like to get to know better or something
Thank you so much @italictext for tagging me in this :D i have no one to tag though so i wont be doing that lmfao
No.1 Last Song: the last song i’ve played is actually the song im currently playing on loop; Modestic by Heavenly!! I fucking love this song (and of course it reminds me of LawLight kinda or at least the two of them) I love Heavenly to death and i’ve recently gotten into ‘em since the last month or so :D
No.2 Currently Watching: I’m currently watching videos about Marxism and stuff, really interesting. But if we’re talking about the last video I’ve watched recently, its a Minecraft video from cscoopVEVO called SUNBURN HIGHLANDS, I had it saved in my downloads for a little while and i got to watching it since i was drawing
No.3 Three Ships: Like in Italic’s post, I’ll just name my favourite three ships (not specifically in death note): LawLight, ChEleanor, and Michael x Shawn (HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT!! I’ve said that i liked this before and I got FLAMED—probably for good reason lmfao)
No.4 Favourite Colour: I hate it when people ask me this because I’m okay with basically any colour, but if I have to pick it’d be an undersaturated green or blue
No.5 Currently Consuming: The souls of the sinners
No.6 Favourite Ship: I already said in the previous prompts but my favourite ship is LawLight, not in the ‘they get together’ way but in the ‘Light forever pines for L after his death because of the entire ‘you dont know what you have until its gone’’ typa way. Love that entire ‘I can’t live without you and every day feels as if its torture, i thought that this was what i wanted but im so unhappy and it doesnt make sense to me, and oh god why am i feeling this way this is everything i’ve ever worked for why is this happening what is going on’ toxic as hell but super interesting to watch. What i absolutely HATE is that people immediately assume (at least on tiktok which is a hellhole) that when you ship two characters together, you ship them at the start of the show and its like what??? Are you fucking dumb??? Light and L didnt even meet then and they’d obviously wouldnt have any romantic feelings for each other. In the way i ship it, Light feels the shit that he feels after L’s death—sorry for ranting lmfao
No.7 Relationship Status: I’m single and never going to mingle (interpret that as you will)
No.8 Last Movie: The last movie I’ve watched is The Truman Show, still super underrated and more people need to watch it, one of my top fives
No.9 Currently Working On: I’m currently working on drawing magical girls based off of Madoka Magica, currently I have a tgirl who wished to become a girl n shit and her entire theme is art stuff but goth and an atom (no clue what her wish would be nor her name but she’s pretty cool, i’ll add my current doodles below)
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Top Ten Fic Game! share your top [10*] fics by Kudos! drop the links so people can read them! bonus: do you agree or disagree with the readers on these being in your top 10? tag some homies who might want to do it too!
thank you @milf-arteta!!
10 better than in my dreams [cole caufield/nick suzuki]
agree/disagree?
this is one of my personal favourites, so i'd say i agree that it's one of my better ones. though i feel like more of my recent ones are better in general re the writing style, the plot, etc.
9 later [juraj slafkovsky/arber xhekaj]
agree/disagree?
oh yes. this was my first xhekovsky fic and i fucking love it lmao. it was so much fun to write and also @donttelltheelff helped me with it so that made it extra fun. idk i also just enjoyed the like, not quite edging but the teasing of them almost getting time to be alone together but things keep coming up. but they do, eventually, get their alone time in the second chapter lmao.
8 you're my instinct [auston matthews/mitch marner]
agree/disagree?
meh. this was one of my first hockey rpfs i think, and maybe the first one i wrote for 1634 so i don't feel like it's my best work.
7 they're not glass slippers but they're close enough [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]
agree/disagree?
i love me some crack mixed with more serious stuff, and this has pretty much everything - crack/fun, smut, and fluff. i also just find the idea (shoutout to @may-the-puck-be-with-you) to be hilarious - timmy seducing brady with crocs lmfao.
6 the bitterness upon your lips [juraj slafkovsky/arber xhekaj]
agree/disagree?
i am a sucker for angst. writing and reading, and i also like how i was able to have various hab players in it, not just slaf and arber. and it was fun to play with the jordy/arber roommate thing a bit!!
5 paper thin walls [auston matthews/mitch marner]
agree/disagree? neutral
i liked the idea i had for it (4 times auston heard mitch through the walls + 1 time he joined him) and it was fun to write for the most part, but idk reading it now i'm not super proud of the way it was written ig, or i feel like i should've added more maybe
4 the secret truth off your numb lips [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk] ignore the title similarity to number 6 i named it without remembering and then just couldn't think of anything better
agree/disagree? neutral
this originally went down a different path and was going to be pretty angsty, but i changed the second half of it and while i do like how it turned out and i liked writing it etc etc part of me still wishes i had finished the angst part. but i did save the angst i'd written so i'll probably write a different fic around it
3 don't break the dam or you might drown in the current [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]
agree/disagree
this fic. this 12k fic. this is one of my favourite fics i've written. it was very self indulgent and i 1000% projected onto brady so that in and of itself was therapeutic lol. but i'm also just really proud of how i wrote the emotions and how i conveyed everything. and how i was able to write so much!! it's the longest fic i've written to date
2 intoxicated [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]
agree/disagree
hell yeah i love this fic. writing it was so much fun and i do go back and read it (bc if i don't want to read my own work then why bother writing it). it was just some dumb idea i had one night while trying to get to sleep and it turned into a crack/fluff piece that i enjoy a lot
1 je t'aime [thomas chabot/josh norris]
agree/disagree
okay this is also one of my favourite fics i've written. chabby and josh grabbed me by the throat and i just had to write something about them. i'm actually shocked and really happy that this is my top fic because i didn't think there'd be that many people who'd want to read about this rare pair! but i love it, and i am tempted to make a part 2 at some point!
tagging @saintknightcowboys and any other writers who'd like to do this!!
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Shit okay idk if you’re still doing this BUT LIKE I JUST REMEMBERED HALLOWEEN IS CLOSE SO IF YOURE STILL DOING THIS ON YOUR OWN OR JUST CAN DISCUSS ABOUT IT DMS IF YOU WANNA
Shiratorizawa Halloween party or whatever, mostly surrounded reonsemishira but you can throw in the others (but those three are important!!). I never been to a halloween party + costume party but I’ve watch mean girls so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A HALLOWEEN PARTY EITHER BUT I'VE ALSO WATCHED MEAN GIRLS SO WE'LL SEE HOW THIS GOES LMFAO
Tws Fluffy as shit
ANYWAYS REONSEMISHIRA HALLOWEEN HCS LET'S GO!!!
- Lemme start off with Semi LOVES LOVES LOVES HALLOWEEN
- AND I DON'T FUCKING BLAME HIM
- CUZ ME TOO ME TOO 🙌
- BUT Shirabu's a bit unfamiliar with it. He didn't really go Trick-or-Treating as a kid
- Reon's family usually celebrates together
- Whicchhhh is why he invites SemiShira along to come walk around with him and his little brother
- Ofc they wanna tag along
- They're not really sure on what to wear tbh, do they wear a costume? Do they just wear sweatpants? Wtf are they doing?
- Semi ends up wearing some jeans and a orange hoodie with some black and orange Jordans (whichever Jordans is up to you 👀)
- Shirabu wears just about the same thing but he wears white with black jeans and some Vans
- Simple but still ✨️
- They walk up to Reon's house and omg it's the cutest Minka style house with flowers and trees around the front and they see big fields and a barn a good ways away
- They thinks it's the cutest 😭
- They're greeted at the door by some kid wrapped in a bunch of toilet paper
- "Oh. Hi Eita."
- "Hey Akoni 💀"
- Akoni has NOT met Shirabu. This is a first for Shirabu meeting the whole family actually
- He's a little (LOT) scared
- Shirabu flips a FUCKING SWITCH
- Five minutes ago he was calling Semi dumb for missing a turn
- Now he's pulling the nervous small wave and quiet "Hi" with a twelve year old wrapped in toilet paper
- BITCH CHOOSE ONE-
- "Is this Kenjirō?"
- "Akoni that's rude!"
- Reon's older sister :D
- "Hi Manoela!"
- She loves Eita 😭
- Eita is damn near suffocating when she hugs him
- "SO, this must be Kenjirō!"
- The Ōhira siblings are looking him up and down and he is SCARED
- "Yeah...that's me. Heh. You two must be Akoni and Manoela..."
- You can tell he's terrified
- Semi's trying not to laugh
- "You two stop scaring my boyfriends >:("
- Reon to the rescue 😭
- "We're just introducing ourselves to Kenjirō!" "Eita's not scared! See!? He's fine!"
- Reon shoos them both into the house and turns back a to his boyfriends with a smile on his face
- They're all surprised and excited to see him.
- They literally saw him the day before for his birthday.
- They're just happy to see him 😭
- "C'mon, my moms have been asking about you both all day!"
- Shirabu's gripping his boyfriends' hands SO TIGHT they might break
- It's the cutest house and Shirabu would most definitely be at peace if he weren't meeting HIS BOYFRIEND'S MOMS
- AHHHHH
- "Mom! Momma! They're here!"
- Shirabu's gonna implode
- "Oh! Eita! It's been so long!"
- "Momma it's only been a few months 😅"
- "Hi momma! Mom! :D"
- Semi's calling them mom while Shirabu hasn't even met them
- What the hell.
- "Oh! This must be Kenjirō!"
- He nods all stiffly 💀
- "Reon tells us all about you!" "You're even cuter in person!" "Mom, momma, please. 😭"
- Semi's snickering in the corner
- Shirabu's immediately suffocated in hugs and he feels a lot better now 😮💨
- "REON-NII! MY FRIENDS ARE HEREEEE!"
- That's their call 😭
- "You all be safe! Make sure to get home before nine! You know the boys don't wanna miss grandma's stories!"
- Grandma's stories?
- Semi had met Granny Ōhira but he didn't know she had stories
- That's for later tho
- For now they've gotta focus on the four twelve year olds they're trick-or-treating with
- It starts out calm enough, they're going up the street and the kids are well behaved
- For now
- It's their last time trick-or-treating til theyre teenagers, they're GONNA cause some ruckus ✋️🙄
- And ruckus is exactly what they cause
- It's a whole lot of "AKONI NO!" and "YOU BETTER PUT THAT DOWN!"
- Reon chases these children up and down BLOCKS
- "Damn Reon, your legs are twice the size of theirs and you still can't get em?" "Shut up, Eita 😮💨"
- It's all fun and games until them running Reon around gets on Eita's nerves
- "Hey, yall stop." "What are YOU gonna do? Tell my mom?"
- These kids got some balls talkin to scary emo man like that
- "I mean, I could...later tonight while she's sucking my-"
- They behave after that.
- + Style points for Semi
- Shirabu's very 😶
- The kids find out Shirabu never went trick-or-treating and they look at him like he's grown another head
- They drag him up to the doors and make him say "trick or treat!"
- He's a little embarrassed
- They just place the candy in his hand
- They went up to one house and this little old couple opened the door (bless their hearts) and they jokingly asked what Shirabu was supposed to be
- One of the kids just goes
- "He's a depressed high school student"
- Welp.
- They get home (finally) and they're all pleased with their trick-or-treating
- Reon's mom made Halloween cookies and they had some warmed up apple juice with cinnamon in it
- "Oh! Oh! We gotta get Granny to tell us her stories!"
- Ngl SemiShira have been curious about these stories all night
- They all sit in the living room and Granny Ōhira sits in her chair
- Holy shit SemiShira and the other kids are gonna have nightmares
- This sweet old lady is telling the more blood curdling, toe curling, head ass stories they've EVER HEARD
- Worse than ANY HORROR MOVIE THEY'VE EVER WATCHED 😭
- Then there's Manoela, Reon, and Akoni who are like "Tell more Granny! :D"
- Ngl they ARE cool stories
- They're still terrified tho
- Our main three are relaxing in Reon's room when he asks if they wanna watch a scary movie
- All I'm gonna say is that any movie they watch is gonna be like a fairy tale compared to Granny Ōhira's stories
- Reon ends up with two nightmare prone boyfriends and a bomb ass pillow and blanket fort 😎
- What a W
- HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVEN THO IT'S OCT. 3RD
- And if you don't celebrate Halloween
- L /lh
#the last joke was lh don't attack me#shiratorizawa#stzw#shirabu kenjirou#shirabu kenjirō#semi eita#oohira reon#ōhira reon#reonsemishira#semishira#reonsemi#reonshira
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10 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .
(Me, a multimuse with two MAIN bitches: Time to CHEAT. Though Claude doesn't wish to be perceived rn SO his minion is batting clean up because that's wtf Vic gets paid for.)
Muse: Victor Granite
1.) One Hell of A Ride -Bo Burnham
"We've had a hell of a ride
But you thought we were riding to Heaven
Well, I motherfucking lied
So crank that funky shit to 11!"
2.) Faith -The Weeknd
"But if I OD, I want you to OD right beside me
I want you to follow right behind me
I want you to hold me while I'm smiling
While I'm dying
And if you know me
When I go missing, you know where to find me"
3,) 5150 -Berleezy, Neezy & DJ Swish
"And I be in the parties, only if it's popping
Top model coppin', pop bottles often
That's no question. I'm turnt up
Babysitting ass nigga, drink yo cup
We party till the AM
Hit the AMPM"
"I'm turnt up
It's going crazy
Niggas hating
It don't phase me
Took it to the head now I'm feeling tipsy
We don't go dumb, we go 51/50"
4.) Colorado Sunrise -3oh!3 (Having a soulmate must be soooo gr8 for him & Duval *makes face*)
"And if I had something to say to you I'd whisper it softly,
Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me.
Shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight"
"Train wreck that I am
And I am what I am what I am
A train wreck, that I am
And I am what I am what I am
A train wreck"
Muse: Keira Black
6.) White Tee -Corpse Husband
"Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay
Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same
Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play"
"Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell
Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else
'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else
We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf"
7.) Going To Hell (Acoustic) -The Pretty Reckless
"You know I know, yes, I've been told I redefine a sin.I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head.
Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead!"
"For the ways that I hurt, when I'm hiking up my skirt.
I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt."
"For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell!"
8.) Judy's Turn To Cry -Lesley Gore
"Well it hurt me so to see them dance together
I felt like making a scene
Then my tears just felt like rain drops
'Cause Judy's smile was so mean"
"But now it's Judy's turn to cry
Judy's turn to cry
Judy's turn to cry
'Cause Johnny's come back
To me"
"Oh one night I saw them kissing at a party
So I kissed some other guy
Johnny jumped up and he hit him
'Cause he still loved me that's why"
9.) Cape Town -The Young Veins
"Woke me in the morning
Asked me if I meant it, I didn't"
"I hardly knew a thing about you
I got lost in Cape Town, in Cape Town
I saw you, I met you
I loved you, I left you in Cape Town, in Cape Town"
"Went out to a graveyard to bum a couple flowers
To give to you"
When I need a great deal of the evil fucksticks to be sad I use one song to get it done these two are not an exception lmfao.
5 & 10.) Every Heart (English) BoA
"Tell me babe, how many do I shed my tears?"Shall I do, I can never say my loneliness
Every heart doesn't know, so what to say or what to do"
"Was afraid of darkness 'cause I felt that I was left alone
So I prayed for help to distant million stars"
Tagged By: @manufactoredxbyxdesign
Tagging: @muutos, @khalaesi, @wingsxnlead, @rhaigal, @lettherebemonsters, @trapton (get double tapped lmfao), @dcmur3, @rubiesintherough, @ofthestcrs, @fantasywritten
#x: The Great Game (Dash Meme)#x: Out of Sin#c: Victor#c: Keira#Everyone's probably heard Its My Party but YALL THE SEQUEL SONG IS A F U C K ING BANGER & NEEDS MORE LOVE LMFAO
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pt 5
honestly, if Dolly and the FSM were lovers in their teens, realistically speaking, they’re bound to do the devil’s tango. They had a son but the FSM didn’t wan the son. It was when human first began slowly integrating into Ninjago and the FSM was still in the beginnings of building Ninjago. He wasn’t ready to be a father. Dolly too wasn’t ready, she still felt too young so they gave away the boy to some couple. Before the boy went off, the FSM gave him the very first element to be passed down. That element was a special one. It was thought to be a lost element that no longer existed. It was the element of space(open dimensions, summon portals) he gave it to his son so that the son can live in this harsh world. He also gave his son a name tag with his name written on it. “Yijun” = harmony . Btw space energy is the only energy the FSM couldn’t control and even Dolly is quite wonky with it. Since the FSM gave this element quite early on, he never truly mastered it. He did, however, encased some of the elemental energy in a realm crystal and passed on the rest to Yijun.
3 years later, Dolly was crystallised.
4 years after Dolly was crystallised, the FSM got married and had Wu and Garmadon.
So Yijun is 7 years older than Wu and Garmadon.
Yijun lived his life like normal but he knew he could control space. He kept it a secret, he didn’t know that about his parents nor about Garmadon and Wu. Yijun didn’t really care for his origin because he knew that he was an abandoned and unwanted child. He THOUGHT that his powers were a curse and that’s why he was abandoned because back in his time, there were still bad omen around magic, witches etc.
Yijun has a son (step cousin to Lloyd) his name is Prince who inherited his power. Prince was more accepting. He wanted to master his element but Yijun refuses. Yijun scolded Prince everytime he uses his powers. However, once, Prince saved a falling child using his powers and Yijun saw. Yijun got super angry and wanted to hit Prince but Prince used his power to defend himself. Furious, Yijun chased Prince out of the house and told him never to come back. Prince took this to heart (partially because he’s super stubborn) so Prince went on to travel between realms to create his own identity. Yijun obviously didn’t mean what he said and regretted it, he wanted his son back but Prince never contacted his father again. But he did come back to Ninjago TWICE temporarily(once when he felt an immense power which was when Lloyd unlocked his golden power& when the crystal king was being defeated)However, the only realm he fell in love with was the cursed realm where he met Morro. Prince is the same age as Lloyd currently (I hc that Lloyd aged forward by 4 years) so technically Prince is 4 years older) Ok since the show doesn’t explicitly show lgbtq characters, Morro and Prince are good friends BUT I WANT THEM TO BE CHILDHOOD LOVERS. Prince dyed his hair to match Morro but soon it was clear that Morro was way too obsessed with being the green ninja to the point of him becoming toxic. When Prince came back to Ninjago during the final battle, he saw Lloyd the green ninja. Honestly Prince didn’t know what’s so amazing about Lloyd and got jealous that Morro wanted to be the green ninja(keep in mind Morro haven’t met Lloyd yet and didn’t know he was the green ninja) Prince can’t stay in the cursed realm for long either. He knew his partner was becoming bad for him so he left. After adventuring the realms, Prince came back to Ninjago as he sensed a super strong entity (Dolly). Btw prince doesn’t know that Morro died lol. Until he went to the ninjago museum. He was, unfazed. He knew that Morro would do something dumb to get himself killed so he wasn’t surprised at all. Eventually, the person he would confide to was Master Wu, they’ll share a touching moment about how both of them misses Morro.
His persona ; opposite of Lloyd. He doesn’t speak much, Morro is usually the one who talks none stop lmfao. He’s works better alone. Lloyd was ecstatic to meet him because he was like a actual brother to Lloyd but Prince had no interest in Lloyd. But Prince will eventually warm up to Lloyd. This means Prince has Oni, Dragon and witch blood in him. Yet he doesn’t have an oni form because he’s not that connected to his roots unlike Lloyd. He only uses Space energy and he truly mastered it. he has a very very strong sensing of his opponent, he can smell power from a mile away. So whenever Lloyd and Prince faces an opponent, if Prince start getting worried and refuse to fight, it’s because he can sense the opponent’s capabilities VERY well. The only few times we can see Prince show strong emotions were 1) when he was a child and his father kicked him out of the house 2) when Master Wu tried to talk fondly about Morro, Prince got angry because he felt as though it was Wu’s fault for Morro’s death so Wu shouldn’t act so innocent 3) Occasionally irritated when Lloyd tries to get close to him 4) he bonded with Wu and had a heart to heart talk 5) he realised that he loved Harumi and Lloyd (like his siblings) and would do anything to protect them. He almost died for them and his lost his power for them. Prince is pretty insecure without powers btw.
Lloyd, Harumi and Prince are all strong however, Lloyd is the strongest of course. His power matched those of the witches (like how the FSM was Dolly’s equal) he’s stronger than Harumi because Harumi is still novel to her powers. He’s stronger than Prince. Although initially when they fought, Prince was like a formidable foe that Lloyd couldn’t defeat. Prince’s ultimate downfall was because he couldn’t work in a team so Lloyd had to work alongside the ninja to defeat Prince. In the future, Lloyd alone is sufficient to defeat him.
In the afterlife, they’ll undoubtedly meet again. Morro would apologise for being a dense idiot, for letting his greed for power overcome him till he wasn’t able to treasure Prince. Their dynamic is, Morro talks a lot and tease Prince a lot when they first met. Prince initially wouldn’t reply but then he’ll begin teasing Morro back. Prince fell for Morro first and he fell hard, he showed his love extremely subtly (he’d hold Morro’s hand when they were in danger, he’d watch Morro flex his elemental power because Morro loves to have his ego inflated, Prince is taller than Morro by 10cm so he’d always bent down to listen to Morro talk, he’d move Morro’s fringe away from his forehead cause it’s too long) prince is the smarter one and he would stop Morro from doing something that could kill him. Prince has NEVER said ily but Morro always said it but in a joking manner although it’s genuine like for eg, when Prince saves his life, Morro would laugh and say “Thanks! I love ya Prince”. Morro has a lot of nicknames for Prince. Some of which are but not limited to:
- His Royal Badness
- A royal pain in the ass
- Prick
Prince nickname for Morro is
- Air head
- edgelord
till now, Prince refers to Morro as “my partner” and Prince doesn’t rly age fast (witch blood). Prince has countless of dreams of Morro, he truly misses him so much:(
He is a Natural born blonde and his powers are grey&blue-ish in colour with white stars. His powers look like the colour of the universe.
Initially I wanted space powers to be literal space. Like, physical space not universe space but now I think I want both for him. He manipulates the space around, allowing him to teleport easily and go into different realms. But he is also super knowledgeable about the universe space because he loves the stars and he can deliver power punches/kicks with brute force. His catchphrase before finishing/starting a battle is “may the 7 stars judge your sin and have mercy cause I shan’t”
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my favorite movies, as tagged by @yoo-kiki (top 10) and @crimsoncauldron (top 9) !! the problem is that i don't have favorites, so here are some that first come to mind in no particular order:
movies (L to R, T to B):
WOLF CHILDREN (2012) - one of my favorites fr. i think i've watched it six times now, always trying to get more people to watch with me. i cry every time
EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) - my friends saw this first and gave raving reviews. i finally got the chance to watch it in theaters in vietnam, and god. it hit so hard. i was crying so much, but the viet people around me were chilling?? the girl in front of me was even online shopping lmfao i related a lot to the story
PROMARE (2019) - i hate spending money, but i actually saw this in theaters twice. i love sawano hiroyuki's work; it literally never misses for me. stunning animation. holds a special place in my heart.
BARBIE'S PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (2004) - HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WATCHED THIS...i love almost all of the barbie movies, but this one, i loved so much. literally will sing the soundtrack at karaoke to this day
AND SO THE BATON IS PASSED (2021) - i had a 30 hr flight home and only watched movies that made me cry, it seems like. out of all of them, this one was my favorite. the pacing, the acting, the story, the everything...i'm gonna make people join me when i rewatch it. maybe i just have a thing for movies that make me cry LOL
ARRIVAL (2016) - this was the first and last movie i saw with my ex when we were dating lmfao anyway, i love linguistics and language so much, and the details in this film are stunning. like the soundtrack being songs forwards and backwards?? the detail with the title and the sponsors?? GOD.
NEO YOKIO PINK CHRISTMAS (2018) - for some reason, my boyfriend and i are enamored by the clown show that is neo yokio and its christmas special. it's so dumb??? but also weirdly sophisticated?? two of my friends also watched with us, and we think of the series + movie fondly. i wonder what my classically trained boyfriend's social circle would think of it.
BELLE (2021) - i cried. yeah. you see a pattern here. loved the animation, loved the soundtrack, ahhh. i also realized that whenever i like a movie, i make my boyfriend and a very specific friend watch with me haha. i went to see this in theaters with that friend, another friend, and my ex (we reconnected in 2020!! 2016-2017 followers might remember him,,,)
ZOOTOPIA (2016) - i LOVED this film and i'm not sure why?? was it because i was going through an ichiruki phase back then?? i saw a lot of crossover fanart. anyway, i love the righteous sunshine & bitter con (enemies to accomplices to friends to more??) dynamic. might be why i love tangled, too.
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