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lovingmayday · 10 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

warnings : fluff, cursing, innacurate-ish depictions of hobie's speech

notes : hobie is about 16-17 here (and so is the pov). halfway writing this, im overwhelmed by how much of an extrovert hobie actually is 😭 btw, i know nothing of classical music concerts so beware! all of this just because i wanted to write hobie sneaking in your window but i didnt even get to fit it in 😭😭

Two words that you've used as an excuse and an apology when you couldn't join your friends at house parties, when a classmate asks you out, or when your phone notifications go crazy because you still weren't home at 5 PM — it was a tiring cycle.

You know they were simply looking out for you but you can't help but feel overwhelmed and exhausted for always being monitored and left out. You couldn't possibly ask your peers to adjust to your parents' standards, you thought it shameless because they already had a hard time with your folks reaching out and interrogating them about your school and social life.

With so much of your life being tracked by them, you deserve at least one thing in your control, right?

Hobie Brown, the school troublemaker. Skips class, vandalizes school property, and actively participates in movements against authority. Frankly, he just does whatever he wants. And he had your respect (+ jealousy). It must've been nice to be so free.

You and Hobie were never given the chance to befriend each other before — you had some classes together but he rarely ever showed up to any of them. You had no reason to approach him and vice versa.

Until, Wednesday — your cello performance. God, you don't know why you insisted to your parents you could handle commuting to the concert venue on your own with the heavy as fuck cello slung around your torso. You had your book bag with you as well because you had just finished school. The bus stop was a few more blocks away but you were tired.

You weren't paying much attention to your surroundings, busy focusing on your aching shoulder. So once you saw the pedestrian lane green signal, you didn't think twice before walking, failing to notice the bicycle riding full speed to your direction. Your eyes widen when a strong force pulled you back, making you stumble a bit and see the bike dart just in front of you.

"Aye, watch it!" you hear the cyclist exclaim.

You back was leaning against the tall figure, looking up to see a familiar face. You regain your balance and face him — Hobie Brown, the boy that just saved your life. "I-It was green– green meant it was safe to walk... I should've looked first, 'm sorry," you say quietly.

"Nah yeah, it's straight. He was the arse," he replies, hands in his pockets. "Dunno where he got the audacity to tell you off when he was in the wrong. Don't worry abou' it." He gives you a reassuring smile, noticing your still dazed expression.

"Thank you, Hobie," you say, a small polite smile on your lips.

He smiles back and nods, "'Twas nothin'." His eyes hover on the unignorable instrument case you were carrying. "Ya headed somewhere?"

"Uhh, yeah," you say, watching the pedestrian stop light turn red again and pouting a bit. You probably won't be late to the performance but you'd miss most of final rehearsal. "Nueva Hall. I have a cello performance in a bit."

"Nueva Hall.. That fuckin' massive, fancy lookin' museum along 5th Ave?" he asks, his eyebrows rising a bit from amazement. "Didn't know you were a big shot musician. Let me get for ya, then." He swings the case from your torso and starts walking across the street before you could protest.

"Hey!" you exclaim, running after him, dodging the other pedestrians walking past you.

"It's a bit distant from here, innit? Let me take you there, I got time. Wouldn't want you to croak before the big show," he jests, turning around and walking backwards. "If it's fine with you, [Name], of course."

You weren't too keen on traveling alone; you only did so so that your parents would think you were independent enough. You consider it for a few moments. "Are you sure I wouldn't be bothering you with this?"

"'Course not. 'Was the one who suggested, wasn't I?" He smirks before turning back around to walk properly and you catch up to his side. "What're you playin'?"

"Tchaikovsky, Rococo Variation. It's a cello and orchestra performance and I got to play cello," you say excitedly. "You're in a band, right? It's like a lead singer but cello!"

He smiles softly at your energy, feeling his cheeks warm up a bit. "How'd you know I was in a band?" he asks almost teasingly.

"I walked by one of your public concerts with my family. I would've stayed if my parents let me," you answer with a small laugh. "You were amazing, by the way."

"Thanks, mate. You're probably not too bad yourself," he says, chuckling as you playfully hit his shoulder.

It was safe to say you hit it off well, which was surprising since you didn't think you would. You thought your personalities would clash, you being at the quieter side while Hobie, you could hear his ruckus from another dimension (and there was a tiny part of you that was intimidated at him, at first).

You arrived at the venue earlier than expected — still late to rehearsals but not by much. "Hey, thanks again. I really appreciate it," you say to him just outside the concert hall doors.

He handed you your cello and waved off your thank you. "It was a pleasure," he teases and you roll your eyes. "Break a leg, [Name]." You thank him once again before he turns around to leave.

Seeing him walk away gave you an unfamiliar ache in your chest. After a much needed self-courage-boost, you let out a soft but loud enough "Wait." for him to hear. He turns around with a small smile and raises an eyebrow, silently asking you to go on. You wet your lips before taking a deep breathe. "Do you want to stay for the show?"

His smile widens, a handsome grin reaching ear to ear. "Finally. 've been waitin' the entire trip for that offer." He laughs and jogs back to you.

He sits at the back row. When he entered the room, he got a few stares and hushed whispers from the other audiences but he couldn't care less, his attention was unwaveringly stuck on you. It was just rehearsals but it overwhelmed Hobie to think about how you'd do in the real thing. He was entranced by you the entire time. The movement of your bow and the emotions you protrayed. It was magnetic.

Once practice was over, the musicians left the stage for a bit as audiences started to pour in. With guests on the older side with more formal attires, it was so obvious that he was out of place.

Meanwhile, you were panicking a bit because after you got changed out of your school uniform, you neared the stage's curtains to check up on Hobie. Your mouth gapes when you see him sat at the back row, almost directly behind your parents. Your parents! You forgot about your parents!! How did you forget about your parents??! They'd go crazy once they knew that you had invited this boy to your performance — you never invite your friends, let alone anybody, to watch your performances.

The second it was time for the musicians to come on stage, Hobie's head rises from his phone and looks for your figure immediately, smiling once he notices your wardrobe change. It was a simple long-sleeve black dress but it was pretty on you. Hobie thought so.

Your take deep breathes to calm your nerves before situating the cello between your thighs. You wait for the violins, the flutes, and the organ to start playing the intro before propping up the cello's bow. With your head held high, you play the first few notes — the position of your hands finding its own way around the fingerboard like muscle memory.

The music closes to an end, claps and praises erupt the venue. You smile and stand to find Hobie. He was already making his way to you. You leave the cello leaning safely on your chair as you scurry to the stairs of the sides of the stage.

"Hobie!" you greet as you reached him. "How did I do? Was I rushing? What'd you think of it?" you ask, rambling almost. If Spiderpunk gets his adrenaline from his fights, you get it from instances that make your heart feel like its about to burst into a million burnt pieces of flesh in your chest.

He smiles back at you, amused. He's never seen this side of you before. He's never seen anything of you other than your surface-level calmness and pliance. "'ts not usually my thing but I know to appreciate talent. Credit when credit is due and all tha' and, luv, you absolutely smashed it!" he exclaims as quietly as exclaiming can allow, placing both hands on you shoulders and shaking them.

"Thanks," you giggle out, placing your hands on his arm. From the corner of your peripheral vision, you notice your parents on their way to you, confused looks on their faces. Your smile falters as you gently loosen Hobie's hold on you, the adrenaline slowly dying down.

"[Name], amazing as always," your mother says, holding your hand in hers' and caressing your cheek with the other. "Who's your friend?" she quickly asks. Her judgmental eyes scan his appearance from head to toe, attempting to hide her expression with a faux smile.

Hobie was about to introduce himself when you cut him off. "–He's a classmate, Hobie Brown." You look into his eyes apologizing and almost pleading to him to go along with whatever you were about to say. "He came here by pure coincidence, could you believe that?!"

"Yeah, a friend gave me an invitation," he follows up seamlessly, a polite smile on his lips. "'Didn't know your daugh'er was performin'."

"Well, it's a nice surprise, isn't it?" you mother says, pulling you to her side.

Your father had yet to contribute to the conversation so you checked up on hi.. He was glaring at Hobie so harshly you could see burn marks starting to appear on his forehead. "Did you enjoy the show?" he finally asks, tone almost threatening.

Your cheeks start to flush in embarrassment. It wasn't uncommon for your parents to ask about the boys you talk to but it never felt any less humiliating every time it happens. You see each and every one of them get uncomfortable and you couldn't do anything to stop them because they'd think you were hiding something.

"Yeah, I enjoyed [Name]'s performance a lot. You must be very proud of her, Mr. [Last Name]," Hobie answers. You've talked to him long enough to notice the slight teasing in his voice. He smirks at you which makes your father's hands turn into fists.

"Honey," you mother calls, "We'll be late for our dinner reservation. It was really nice to meet you, Hobie, but we have to go." Her smile was still plastered across her face, you wonder why her cheeks hasn't hurt yet. She tells you to collect your stuff and you do so quickly. You bid Hobie an apologetic goodbye before you leave.

On the car to the restaurant, you were given the 'no boyfriends' talk again. You tried to respond with 'mhmm's and 'uh-huh's here and there but you weren't listening to a thing — having heard them repeat the same points many times before. You wondered how to approach Hobie the next day, thinking of stuff to say, how to bring it up, and how to act once he says he doesn't want to get involved with you anymore. It was a shame since you really enjoyed his company.

You wished that Hobie went to school the next day and he did, surprisingly. After classes, you catch up to him leaving the building to speak to him.

You were supposed to explain to him the situation but it seemed he was already up to pace and accepting. "The things is," you pause for a bit, "I really liked hanging out with you.." you confess.

"Hey, wait up!" you yell, running to reach him before he got too far. He paused in his tracks, hands in his vest pockets as he watches you catch your breath. "About yesterday..–"

"Nah, I get it," he interrupts you. "Strict parents and shit. It's cool if your folks don't want you hanging out with me anymore. It sucks but I get it." He was disappointed but chill about the entire thing which made your heart sink. You really didn't want to stop seeing him again. You wondered if he felt the same.

A small gentle smile stretches his lips. "I really liked hanging out with you, too. A lot. Best time I've had in a while, honestly."

You contemplate on what to say next — whether to let them out or not. You mouth gapes open, waiting on your next words. You were about to give him an apology but seeing his eyes, hearing that he liked your company maybe as much as you did, it made the decision so much more difficult. ..Fuck it. "I'd like to continue spending time with you.. even if it meant disobeying my parents. If it's alright with you, of course." You feel your ears heat up as you look down, scared of what the other's reaction might be.

It was rather obvious that Hobie didn't expect it, his eyes widening by a fraction. A big smirk appears on his face as he leans down to catch your eyes. "'Must've left quite the impression on you, huh?" he teases. He watches your eyes roll as you playfully shove his shoulder. "Well, I do love a good rebellion."

"It's not a rebellion."

"It's painfully close then, isn't it?"

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blubffsd · 1 year

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STRANGERS - K. MBAPPÉ

summary: a relationship that over time did nothing but decline.

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smoooothoperator · 3 months

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12: Delicate

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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Christmas Eve.

The museum closed for holidays, so I had time for myself. Lando stayed the night and then left early in the morning to go work, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead after getting dressed and a note on the kitchen table.

‘When you wake up call me, I want to ask you something’

-LN

I smile softly reading it, folding it and putting it inside of the pocket of the hoodie he left on my bed, blushing while remembering last night.

“You know? I want you to meet my family”

I looked up at him surprised, leaving the chopsticks on the table. We were talking peacefully about random things. He said something about his family doing a Christmas lunch all together in their parents house, saying that his brother's family would be there too.

“What? But… How come?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah! It's not funny to be alone on Christmas, and Mila misses you” he smiled, resting his face on his hand. “She can't stop asking about Vivi”

“Cute little Mila” I smiled softly. “But… You said meeting your family. As…”

“Yeah” he nodded. “Violet, you know that what we have will lead to something bigger. And I won't ask you until both of us feel ready to make it official. I like what we have right now, how we are right now. I just… I just want my family to meet my favorite person”

I smiled looking at him, getting up from my chair and went around the table to stand in front of him. He looked up at me and moved the chair back, letting me sit on his lap while he placed his hands on my thighs.

“I would love to meet your family” I smiled softly, kissing his forehead. “I mean, I already know your brother and his wife and kids, and your dad…”

“You know what I meant, silly” he chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah” I laughed softly. “But then I should buy gifts for them?”

“Hey, don't worry about it. I have that covered” he said. “If you want to, buy something for my nieces, hm?”

I smile and nod, hugging him and kissing his lips softly.

“Are you trying to make me the auntie of baby Athena and Mila?” I whisper against his lips, hearing him laugh.

“God damn it, I didn't know you could read minds!” he laughed. “Maybe”

I smile, biting my lip, making my breakfast and sitting on the table, calling Lando while I eat.

“Hey, good morning” he smiled.

“Morning” I smiled. “What did you want to ask me?”

“Oh, well! Straight to the subject, hm?” he laughed. “Just wondering if you wanted to come to the filming location to see how we work. And well, so you can relax a little”

“Your concept of relaxation is really different to mine” I smiled.

“Come on, you don't miss my face?” he laughed.

“I saw it this morning”

“Not enough” he said. “But, yeah… and besides of you coming to the filming, I was wondering if you wanted to have company for dinner”

“Oh?” I frown. “I thought you were going with your family?”

“Not actually” he sighed. “I asked you yesterday if you wanted to come with me for Christmas because tonight my parents won't make a family dinner. My sisters and brother will be with their partners and friends, and my parents will be with their parents and siblings. So… yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with Max, Pietra and me”

“Really?” I smile. “I… I would love to”

“Wait, really? I mean, if you want to be alone I totally get it” he said quickly. “You need time alone and that's something I'm actually not giving you”

“Lando, I do want to spend Christmas Eve with you, Max and Pietra, okay?” I smiled.

“Oh… That's great” he smiled.

“Look, why don't you all three come to my apartment?” I smiled. “I'll make dinner, and that will mean that I can't go to the filming because I have to do groceries…”

“Don’t worry” he smiled. “I'll tell Max, yeah? You want me to go there and help you?”

“It's okay, I can do things on my own. If you want to come early that's okay, but I'll go buy presents for all of you, so…” I blushed.

He's just making me feel like a silly girl in love. And I mean, that's what I am.

“I'll go to your apartment once I finish to help you with dinner, that sounds good?”

“Sounds amazing” I smiled. “I'll see you later. Good look with the filming”

“I'll need it” he chuckled. “Bye, I have to go”

I sighed, ending the call smiling. Lando makes me want to be a better person, he makes me want to be worthy of his love.

After eating breakfast and cleaning the apartment a little I got ready to go do groceries for tonight. I just knew that I wanted to do something simple after asking Pietra, Max and Landon what they wanted, so I went straight to the grocery store.

But somehow, the shivers came back. Walking around the market made me feel unsafe. Why? Was it because there were some of Lando's fans? No… It was something worse, I think.

“Violet?”

I swallow thickly, hearing him behind me.

Harry.

“Oh… Hey” I sighed, trying to sound calm.

“What are you doing here?” he frowned.

“Buying the groceries, obviously” I said, sighing.

“Yeah, I'm not blind” he said, making me flinch. “What, Lando already got bored of you?”

“What's your problem, Harry?” I frowned, trying to not argue “Really, what did he do to make you act this way? Why keep him away from me? If you were a friend, you could see that he loved me and that I needed to be loved! And was exactly what I needed”

“Love? Don’t make me laugh, Violet” he scoffed. “He only wants to keep you away from me”

“You are wrong. Really wrong” I frown, walking away.

I just hoped he didn't follow me, because there was something in my chest that told me that there was something wrong with him. He wasn't acting how he used to act around me.

Somehow I was anxious. The boxes I received came back to my mind, the bad feeling I had in my chest during that day came back again, and I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder checking that he wasn't following me.

When I went back to my apartment the first thing I did after leaving the groceries was grab the boxes and throw them into the trash outside of the building. There's something I don't like about this, and I just hope my guts were right.

I took a deep breath trying to calm down before going to buy gifts. There's no use of thinking about those things now, I only have to ignore it and think about this evening, that's all.

I was with Max filming, getting everything done before going to dinner. We wanted to wrap it up quickly so we could send everyone there.

“Lando! You received a package” one of the staff said.

“Oh? Damn, Christmas came early” I joked, walking towards him, grabbing the box.

“I guess” he smiled.

I walked towards the table where we had the snacks and I opened it frowning when I saw an envelope. I sighed, opening it.

‘I guess this is your new toy, hm? Have fun with the gift'

I frown and look around, watching as there were pictures inside of the envelope.

I tried to not scream when I saw them. When I saw her. Pictures talked from the street of her getting changed, of her working on her desk. Pictures of us yesterday.

“What the…” I frown, leaving the pictures on the table and looking inside the box. “Shit”

There was underwear. Her underwear. I recognize it, she had similar panties one night I slept with her back in the snow. Inside of it there was another note, and I felt my hands shaking.

‘Violet Grace Sinclair’

“What the fuck is this” I frowned, swallowing thickly.

This is a joke, a really really bad joke.

When I heard someone walking towards me I put the underwear inside the box quickly, as well as the pictures and the card.

“Mate, you ready?” Max said behind me. “You okay?”

“I have to leave” I said quickly. “I… Fuck. I think a fan is stalking Violet”

“What? For real?” he frowned.

“Yesterday was the same… but only the pictures” I said nervously, grabbing my phone. “I received pictures of her in the morning in her house. Whoever is sending me this, it's a sick person”

“That's why you left the filming and stayed with her” he sighed.

“Yeah”

“Go with her. Pietra and I will go later, okay? Just stay with her” he said, placing his hand in my arm and squeezing it.

I just nodded and grabbed everything I had, my coat, backpack and that stupid box that I will soon throw to the trash. I walked to my car and drove as fast as I could to her apartment. I pressed the doorbell of the front door and when I saw that she wasn't answering I started to panic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” I groan, grabbing my phone and calling her.

“Yeah? Lando?” I heard her answer, making me sigh relieved.

“Where are you? I… I came to your apartment and you are not here” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Oh? I'm shopping some things, why? I thought you were filming?”

“I, well… we finished early” I smiled weakly, going back to my car. “I told you I was going to come to your apartment once I was finished”

“Oh, right! Well, if you want to come I'm in Regent's Street” she said. “I'll wait for you in the cafeteria near Levi's”

“Okay” I nodded, getting back inside my car and driving there.

There were many thoughts inside my mind. It's getting out of hand, I never thought that something like this could happen. And I'm not even dating her officially. What will happen if he date? If we announce our relationship? What will be next?

I parked the car in a parking lot and got out immediately, searching for her where she told me she was going to be. And when I saw her sitting on a table with some little bags next to her, I wanted to run and kiss her, ignoring the fact that we were in the street with many people that could recognize me.

“Hey” I smiled walking towards her, hugging her immediately.

“It's been a long time, huh?” she said sarcastically, making me laugh and kiss her cheek. “How was the recording?”

“Nice, yeah… Had fun” I said.

I walked with her, going to the stores she wanted. I just wanted to keep her safe. What if a crazy fan hurts her? What if that stalker is following her and taking pictures of her?

“Can I ask you something?” she said, looking back at me after paying for the last present.

“Of course” I nodded, holding the bag and walking with her.

“This… I mean, imagine we start a relationship “ she said. “Will you make it public like other couples on the grid? Will I go to your races and be the perfect wag and support you in the garage?”

“Hey” I smiled, holding her hand, making her stop walking and look at me. “I won't do something if you don't feel comfortable. I just want to enjoy us for a while, privately. I know there are pictures of us around social media… So if you want to stop doing these things in public, it's okay. I totally understand it”

“That's the thing” she smiled weakly. “I feel comfortable with you. And I don't care if people see us together. I just don't want them to think that I want attention neither your money”

“I know you don't want that” I smiled weakly. “I know you make your own money and that you don't want attention. You never wanted it. So for me it's okay, that's what matters. The world should mind their own business and stop trying to get into someone's life just because they think we owe them something”

I wanted peace for once. I wanted to have what other couples of the grid have, to be loved and receive the support of the fans and not hate and jealousy. I just wanted to settle down and be with the girl I've been wanting for years now. Is that too hard to understand?

She smiled and took a step closer to me, kissing my cheek and wrapping her arm around mine, walking close to me around the street.

Christmas dinner was something I always loved. Since little, my parents and I went to the family house in the village, hanging out with the family and doing the small traditions they have been doing since forever.

Christmas dinner meant that the younger ones sat on a table together, eating our own food and waiting for the dessert, mixing the drinks to fight the boredom, doing bets of who would get the presents they wanted, or who would have the jumper the grandma made as a trophy between us.

But as you get older you start to understand the dynamic behind everything. You start to understand why your uncle drank too much, why your father is quiet, why your mother is looking at her brother. You start to understand that not everything is magical for adults like for kids. And the sparkle of magic you thought that might hold, it was only a lie the adults told their children to make them happy, not making them see how growing up feels.

When I moved out to live in London because of my studies, the family dinners started to be less, the messages with them started to be less to the point that they were trying to find a way of mocking me because I lived in the city because of my studies. What used to be a few compliments about following my dreams started to turn into jokes. When my grandma hugged me tighter than my cousins because she missed me, their gazes held jealousy and anger.

And maybe, maybe I was grateful for not going there this year. I felt grateful for once because my parents weren't here to take me with them to the village. I was grateful because, for the first time in the last few years, I felt that magical sparkle again.

“How do I look?” I asked Lando after walking out of the room.

“I'm about to call Max and tell them to not come” he joked. “Black looks amazing on you”

“Thank you” I smile, kissing his cheek softly, feeling his hand on my hip. “You don't look bad neither, Lando”

He laughed and hugged me, wrapping his arms around and placing his hands on my lower back. Since that little talk in the street about our upcoming relationship and what we wanted to do, we just came to the conclusion that we wanted to let it flow. We knew there were pictures of us, both of us received the notifications and Lando already had a talk with his manager about it, so we thought that not hiding was the best option, but make it private, not secret. There was no use of denying things when people obviously know something is going on, it would bring more hate.

“Lately I didn't like Christmas dinner” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. “It was weird, tense… My cousins were jealous all the time, my aunt always asking about my past relationships. So annoying”

“Just think that tonight you won't be with them” he sighed, rubbing my back. “I remember that you always came back from your family house annoyed… now it makes sense why”

“Since my cousin Sam discovered that you and I were friends… he never stopped asking me to get him an invitation to a race” I confessed, sighing. “He was always asking about you and when I was going to a race. Not even my own studies, you know? And somehow that made me mad. That he was interested in who I am with and not in how I am”

“I'm sorry, Violet” he sighed, kissing my temple softly.

“It's okay” I whisper. “I just know that if he texts me now it will be to ask if I'm dating you”

He sighed and hugged me tighter, taking a deep breath and kissing my temple a few times. I never imagined he would be like this, that he would hold me this way all the time, that he would hold me and kiss me in the street. I never saw him do that with his previous relationships.

“I'm happy to know this side of you” I whispered against his neck. “I don't regret giving you a chance”

“I won't stop showing you how much I love you”

The evening was amazing. The dinner was good, some plates were cooked by me and Lando and others were things Pietra and Max brought to my apartment. And now, with their company, I didn't miss anyone. But somehow, I felt a small pain in my chest, a feeling of betrayal.

“You okay?” Lando whispered, resting his arm in the back on my chair.

“I just… Eloise never texted me back” I whispered. “Not even a text saying a simple okay. Nothing… And somehow it makes me feel bad, that our friendship somehow disappeared”

“Hey, it's going to be okay” he sighed, kissing my shoulder. “Give her time…”

“I know, but I just feel bad” I sighed. “I tried to talk with her, just to let her know my side of the story. And nothing. We know each other since we are kids, I thought she was going to trust me more than him”

He smiled weakly and kissed my temple, rubbing my shoulder. He knows I feel bad, and he tried to calm me. But there's still that feeling of worry and concern about her.

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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

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Deadline - Yandere Taehyung

so I've been working on a little concept of a yandere Taehyung. Could it become a fanfic with like 5 chapters? Or more dependent? Yes, but first I wanted to see if anyone would like it. This one would be like what it would be like, an introduction. Let me know what you think!

TW: yandere themes, stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of pregnancy, dub-con, torture and implied murder.

Word Count: 823.

By: ~ Lady L 🌸

Taehyung smiled coldly, like a predator looking at its prey. And that was exactly how he felt. Y/N was his prey and he was her terrible predator.

"My, my…" He shook his head disapprovingly. "Do you really think you can escape me? Oh my dear Y/N, when will you finally learn?"

"I-I..." She tried to speak but was interrupted by Kim.

"But I should imagine you're so stupid that even after being punished so many times you wouldn't learn." He was staring at her with such a cold expression that Y/N felt the hairs on her body stand on end. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

L/N didn't know what was worse, being stuck with the man who destroyed her life or that she was expecting a child from that same man. In her mind, there was no comparison.

"I don't think I punished you enough, angel. Looks like the beatings I gave you in the past weren't enough." Kim's expression was stern, his brow furrowed. The poor girl was in dire straits. "But that ends now."

"NO!" Taehyung was surprised by L/N's sudden outburst. "I can not take it anymore! You don't own me, FUCK! I AM NOT YOUR "ANGEL"!" Y/N took a deep breath before continuing, trying to muster up the courage. "Don't treat me like I'm your possession, because I'm not. The worst day of my life was meeting you and God only knows how I regret accepting that cup of coffee."

Taehyung was silent and still, like a beautiful sculpture in a museum, as he carefully watched the change in his possession behavior.

"How dare you disobey your master?" His posture was calm and cool, he didn't seem irritated, just annoyed.

"You n-" She had been interrupted once more.

"Once again I say: how dare you disobey your master?" His tone was firm, but it still sounded so beautiful to hear. That was what disturbed Y/N the most at that moment, she was shaking with fear, but she still felt attracted to that man. "Didn't your parents teach you not to be rude to your master, angel?"

Y/N felt like her heart stopped. She recognized the tone of voice, the same words she'd heard so many times… It was a threat, even if it didn't seem like it and she knew she was fucked. In every possible way. But Y/N still had one card up her sleeve: her pregnancy. Taehyung is a despicable monster, but he loves children and dreams of having children with his sweetheart, and she knew he wouldn't be able to hurt her if she knew she was pregnant. Or at least that's what she hoped. She took a deep breath before deciding to tell him, "TaeTae…" She began affectionately, using the nickname she knew he loved. "I-I... Well, I'm pregnant!" She finally dropped the bombshell, watching Taehyung's symmetrical face closely, hoping to see any spark of compassion and love.

"I do not believe you." He shot her a furious look. "You're lying to escape your punishment, aren't you, angel?"

"No! It's true Tae, I'm expecting your child. I-I have a blood test to prove it!"

"Where is it?" There was none of the compassion that Y/N expected.

"In my parent's house. In my old room."

"Hmm. Looks like I'll have to pay my in-laws a visit." Y/N's eyes widened.

"Y-You don't have to do this, just believe me. I would never lie about such a thing!" She exclaimed, exasperated.

"And why should I believe you? You tried to escape me. And if what you're saying is true, you tried to take my child away from me and I can't forgive that."

"Y-You... You..."

"Y-You... You..." Taehyung scoffed, even angrier than before. All this talk was getting on his nerves. "Stay still and here. I'm going to my in-laws' house to get the exam and if you're telling the truth... Well, we'll have to deal with that."

"By dealing you mean that-"

"I think you understood very well what I said, princess." And he came out of the basement, where Y/N was trapped.

Y/N sighed and cringed in the corner in fear, knowing there was no point in doing anything else. She just hoped that Taehyung wasn't suggesting she get an abortion, she didn't want to and wouldn't, this was her child and she wouldn't allow any harm to come to him or her. Most of the reason she tried to run away was after finding out she was pregnant, she would never allow her child to grow up with Kim Taehyung. The possessive mobster who has developed an unhealthy obsession with her.

"Y/N why did you have to take the job of investigating Kim Taehyung? If you hadn't accepted none of this would be happening!"

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

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The Good Girl and the Gangster: 3

Summary: Y/N is sick of being the good girl. Alfie puts her back in her place when she acts up.

A/N: Chapter 3! we gettin a lil slutty yall. Just how I like it. Let me know what you think! Shorter chapter this time but I have a break from work and school so hopefully I can get some more chapters up soon! Please please tell me what you think! Your feedback means a lot to me!

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Masterlist Part 1 Part 2

It had been a week since I'd seen Alfie. I tried to forget about it and move on, I actually tried to spend time with Jacob, but the proved to be futile.

We had gone to a museum and lunch, both of which were boring and irritating. He spoke over me and explained everything to me as if I were a child. I spent the whole day comparing him to Alfie, Alfie respected what I had to say and never spoke over me. I tried to stop comparing them, especially because I was livid with Alfie, but I couldn't help it.

I sat at the dining room table early in the morning, nibbling at the strawberry on my fork. My mother sat next to me while my father read the paper at the head of the table.

"How was your day with Jacob sweetheart?" Mother questioned.

"Fine." I mumbled, refusing to look at her. She moved on to terrorizing my father.

"Darling, you've been spending quite a bit of time with Mr. Solomons, have you had a change of heart." I hid my reaction of shock but looked at my father for his response.

"No darling, I still think he is a criminal and I disagree with his way of life but he is putting in the effort to become a holier man, so I will assist him on that journey. He came to me recently with concerns about his desires." My father spoke, sipping his coffee.

"He did?" I questioned. My father put down his newspaper and my mother looked at me.

"I just- he's been very kind to me. I worry he is, straying ... away from gods light." I attempted to cover up my interest.

"That is kind of you to worry my love, he says he feels sinful desires towards a betrothed lady and is turning to god for help. I respect him for working on his issues. The criminality is a different issue entirely." My father spoke, going back to his paper.

"I disagree. Making your way is difficult, although I am not defending criminal acts, Alfie- Mr. Solomons has done a lot of good for Camden Town." I defended.

"Y/N-" My mother started.

"I suppose you're right, he has done good. I disagree with his methods but I respect him as a man. Can't imagine what that poor girls father would think if he ever found out his betrothed child was sinning with a gangster." My father shook his head.

"Well, god makes everyone and makes no mistakes so, maybe it isn't as bad as it seems." I spoke, putting my fork down, too unsettled to eat.

"Mm." My father grumbled, going back to his paper. My mother and father began talking and I zoned out,

I really need to stop thinking about Alfie. But clearly he's thinking about me. I wonder what kind of desires? Considering what I felt against my leg when we kissed, his desires are probably similar to mine. Maybe he wants me still? Maybe I should go see him- No! I'm betrothed to Jacob. Gag me. Maybe I'll fall in love with him-

"Yes, I am going to the temple in Camden Town to help set up a charity-"

"Can I come?" I cut my father off. My parents looked at me weird for the second time this morning.

"I just, I want to see the temple there and maybe walk around the shops." I defended.

"I don't know honey, that area isn't very-"

"Nonsense love, our girl is an adult. Yes darling, you can come with me and explore a bit while I work." My father accepted.

"Thank you father." I kissed his cheek and went to get ready.

After a bit of driving, father and I parked in front of the temple. Camden Town was.. different. Smog filled the blue skies and left it a hazy grey. The working area was dirty and filled with dirtier men doing hard labor. I entered the temple ad introduced myself to the Rabbi and helped set up for a while before kissing my fathers cheek and excusing myself to explore.

I wandered the streets, entering a shop every now and then while arguing with myself.

Don't go see him. He left you. You need to move on. Just because he makes you feel -

I looked up and saw I had wondered to the bakery Alfie works in.

Well I'm already here, it wouldn't make sense to leave. I can also cut him a new one for abandoning me.

I entered the bakery and was met with heat from the machinery and a bitter scent that burned my nose. The men looked at me in confusion and desire. I wandered around a bit before stopping a gentlemen taking a break.

"Hello, is Mr. Solomons here?" He nodded and directed me to an office upstairs. I walked up to the glass door with the blinds pulled down and was stopped by a young man.

"Ma'am! You can't go in without an appointment." He exclaimed. I smiled.

"He's expecting me." I opened the door and entered the office, shutting it behind me. There he sat, feet propped up on the desk and hat tipped low, his glasses resting on his nose as he scanned the paper in his hands.

"Ollie, fuck off mate." His voice called out, yet to look up.

"I should be the one saying that to you, but here I am." I spoke. He looked up at me and tossed his paper on the desk, sitting up and putting his legs down.

"What're you doin' 'ere?" He questioned, his hands intertwined as he looked at me over his glasses.

"I was in the area, figured I 'd stop by." I spoke, exploring the office and messing with the shelves and drawers.

"Go ahead treacle." He spoke. I huffed.

"Don't act like you know why I'm here." I crossed my arms and faced him, now closer to his desk.

"I do. You want to know why I left."

"Why did you leave?" I questioned, giving in. He sighed, removing his hat and glasses.

"You're gettin' married." He spoke simply.

"As if that bothers you, that's an excuse. You're just a scared little boy Alfie." I snapped. He grunted.

"That's enough." He commanded.

"Is it? Is it enough?" I questioned.

"You're a fuckin' child, treacle. A prissy child, ain't got no business bein' around me." He explained. I felt my rage boiling over.

"Fuck you! You're the one person who didn't treat me like a baby. You want an adult? A grown woman who does grown things? Fine." I spoke, grabbing the bottle of what I assume id alcohol off his desk and pouring myself a glass. He watched silently as I downed the contents in the glass.

What the fuck is this?!

It burned tremendously and hurt going down my throat. I hid my reaction as best I could, pushing down the amber liquid and gagging a bit.

"Feel better?" He questioned, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands over his stomach. I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you, Alfie." I spoke. Now that I've started cursing it's hard to stop.

"An' you think you're an adult, right? Doin' a shit job at provin' it, love." He spoke, still not giving me any reaction.

"You're still deflecting! You're scared! You haven't given me any real reason why you left. You're a scared cunt! Can't handle a 'child' like me clearly! Even though you're the one who kissed me, Alfie. You're a fucking jerk-" Alfie was up from his desk, storming over to me and grabbing me by the neck, looking down at me with an intense eyes. Got him.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, treacle. I'm not fuckin' daft. I know what you want. You're going to be a good girl an' ask for it." Alfie demanded, his grip on my neck making my stomach flutter with lust.

"Kiss me please. I-I can't stop thinking about you." I spoke, my voice above a whisper. Alfie smashed his lips on mine. I reacted instantly and kissed back, putting my hands around his neck. He removed his hand from my neck and put them around my waist, hoisting me up and putting me on the desk. He started kissing my neck and speaking between kisses,

"Can't stop thinkin' about you, treacle. Night n' fuckin' day. You come in here beggin' me to play with you and I can't fuckin' resist." He grumbled out, his plump lips wetting my exposed collarbone. I moaned quietly and wrapped my legs around his waist, beginning to gently move my hips against his. He pulled away and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want, dove." He instructed. I whined a bit.

"T-touch me, please." I whispered. He shook his head.

"Where do you want me?" He pressed.

"I want your fingers.. please." I all but pleaded. He put his hand up my skirt and rubbed my thig before his thumb made contact with my clothed clit. I gasped and buried my face in his chest. He used his other hand and gripped my hair firmly, pulling me back to look at him as he rubbed my clit.

"Christ fuckin' soaked you are." He muttered, moving his hand to my mound and slipping it into my panties, using two fingers to rub through my wet folds. I moaned and threw my head back, moving my hips against his hand. He removed his hand and took a step back, pushing my legs open wider and getting on his knees. He pulled my panties down below my knees and bit my thigh gently.

"Alfie, please." I whimpered, my hands in his hair. He moved his lips to my clit, sucking it and drawing louder moans out of me. His kisses moved lower, his tongue entering me. I cried out and squeezed his head with my thighs. He pushed them away and moved back up to my clit.

"Can you take my finger dove?" He questioned between breaths. I nodded.

"Mhm, please Alf. I've done it a few times." I confessed. He hummed against me.

"M'sure you have." He spoke before gently pushing a finger into me while sucking my clit. I moaned out and gripped his hair tighter in my fists. I felt a bit of pressure form the size of his finger, but as he began moving it in and out I felt the pleasure overwhelm me.

"Alfie k-keep going I'm close." I moaned out, moving my hips against his face. He sped up, pulling me to the edge before slowing down again. I let out a frustrated groan.

"Tell me you're sorry for bein' a fuckin' brat. Beg me to finish off this pretty cunt." He instructed, holding down my legs and looking up at my from between my thighs.

"Fuck! Alfie. M'sorry. I didn't mean it. This is what I wanted, I was being a brat so you would snap and give me what I want. Please don't stop." I confessed. He hummed and got back to work, fingering me quicky and pushing me over the edge.

"That's right, love. So fuckin' needy ain't you?" Alfie muttered into me as I came, throwing my head back and letting out the loudest moan yet. He cleaned me up with his tongue and moved his way up my body, kissing me.

"Need you, Alfie. Please." I begged, my eyes hooded.

"Nah, ain't fuckin' you on a desk. Patience." He spoke, brushing my hair out of my flushed face. He reached underneath me and pulled my panties back up, securing them in place.

"C'mon then dove, lets go get lunch." He spoke. He gave me a few minutes to gather myself before we were walking down the streets of Camden Town.

We settled on a quaint restaurant owned by a Jewish couple Alfie knew.

"Mr. Solomons! So lovely to see you again! Who is this beautiful young lady?" An older woman exclaimed after giving Alfie a hug.

"This here is Y/N. Friend of mine." He explained. I introduced myself and she kissed my cheeks.

"Beautiful! Finally you come in here with someone! This man is a godsend. saved our business when we had money troubles." She spoke. I smiled and she showed us to our table before wandering off.

"She seems sweet. You're a good man for helping her." I spoke.

"Yeah, been comin' 'ere for years. Good woman." He spoke, deflecting the compliment.

We spent the next two hours getting to know each other and eating good food before the conversation came to a halt.

"Alfie." I spoke, swallowing my nerves. He looked at me and mumbled for me to continue.

"I don't want to marry Jacob. I want to be with you."

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parkermunson · 1 year

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Taking Eddie on a museum date [700 words]

Eddie got a B on one of the tests you helped him study for. He left for school that morning with sweaty hands and a bunch of flashcards you and him looked over all night. He's not great at tests but he knows the material. When he passed, you were so proud of him, you felt he deserved a reward for the hard work. To your surprise, he chose to go to a science museum.

It's been a long time since you've been to a museum and you forgot how vast their collections range. Not to mention the actual size! Three floors covering four city blocks!!!

Eddie's giddy with excitement and you can barely keep up with him. He wants to start with the section relating to machines.

He spends some time in front of each exhibit, really taking in the visuals. Completely neglects to read the signs, and leans over to you asking what you think it is. Having actually read the sign, you explain it to him.

He'll stand in front of anything related to cars for what feels like an hour. When he spots a section on electric instruments, you feel like your ass has molded into the uncomfortable bench while waiting. He finally approaches you and laughs when you tell him you can't feel your legs from sitting so long.

The next section he leads you to is on space. He doesn't think it would be that interesting but it blows him away.

There's a video on the solar system that he only half pays attention to until he's drifting toward a diorama of Jupiter. It makes him feel small, so incredibly tiny in the universe and he gets really quiet. He's unsure whether he likes knowing this information or not.

Don't get me started on how he gets at the section on Uranus.

When you move onto the section relating to Earth, he actually watches everything closely. Learning about the ecosystem and the way everything fits together like a puzzle interests him. He tends to forget not everything revolves around him.

When learning about the atmosphere, he turns to you with a puzzled look and starts talking about the differences between Earth and Jupiter. You're so shocked, you just stare at him. Meanwhile, he's having an entire debate with himself out loud.

You both move on to the section on bodies. You were dreading this, knowing how Eddie gets. Most of it he's blushing or giggling but remains quiet.

At the exhibit on babies, he asks what the baby you two make would look like with a smile. You blush, thinking about becoming a parent with him and answer "most metal baby ever."

There's an incubator for baby chicks and eggs. Eddie kneels down in front of the eggs and watches for a long time in silence. You stand behind him people-watching while he's enraptured with the unmoving spheres. Then, he nearly yells, "babe! Look!!! It's hatching!!!" You lean over his shoulder to see one of the eggs moving and a little crack appearing.

He spends the next five minutes staring intensely at the egg, small phrases of encouragement being mumbled now and then. "C'mon buddy! You got it!"

Moving to the baby chicks, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and point to one of them. "That's what our kid would be like." "Eddie, our kid would be human. Not a chicken." "A man can dream."

At an exhibit on the heart, he'll listen to the heartbeat and place his palm on your chest. "Babe, your heart's moving too fast. Stop it."

He freaks out when learning how diets affect the body. Starts thinking he'll die early because he survives off the diet of a bird.

He spends forever in the section on sound, specifically at the part related to the science behind music.

By the time you're leaving the museum, the sun is starting to set. He suggests getting some dinner before heading home and you ask what kinda food he had in mind. He was about to suggest a fast food place then stopped in his tracks remembering the exhibit on diets. "Something healthy... salad," he says, walking faster.

The next week, he passes his science test with an A. The teacher makes him re-take it to prove he didn't cheat.

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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Aged Up BakuDeku sfw one shots Ⅱ

Pro Hero AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still read tags.

Art work by @estrellachan27 {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

twenty-seven bones by iphido

Summary: His mother used to tell him, Katsuki, there isn’t a tender bone in your body.

Hold Me Close by mynameis152

Summary: On rainy days, the pain sets in and Izuku can't bare to get out of bed.

Luckily, his husband is there to help.

Early Mornings by Russie

Summary: Katsuki's mornings alone were just him getting up, getting dressed, and going to work. Simple, boring. Mornings waking up next to Izuku? There's always the possibility he was going to be surprised.

A Series of Dumb Decisions that Actually Turns Out Okay by bkdkwritingsdump

Summary: Izuku goes undercover at a fan convention to buy unlicensed Ground Zero merch behind his boyfriend's back.

Stupid Intruders by MoniLovely

Summary: Katsuki's friends invade his and Deku's date.

of freckles and constellations by UzukageHime

Summary: because izuku is a map with constellations etched across his skin and his eyes are a universe with which galaxies and stars collide and katsuki loves him so very much.

Puppy Love by Alphapisces0301

Summary: Katsuki and Izuku try to give their new puppy a bath. For Katsuki, the emphasis is on try.

Kisses and Fresh Paint by Loopielupie

Summary: They're finally on the verge of opening the agency. In between assembling furniture and giving the place a new coat of paint Izuku and Katsuki grab a moment to themselves.

Although maybe they should have picked a better place for it...

Worth It by asdfjkl129

Summary: “I have something for you, once you finish eating,” Katsuki says.

Deku perks up with poorly hidden curiosity. “Oh?”

His hair is still damp, dripping onto his grey shirt with a simple Sidekick emblazoned on the front. He’s wearing one of Katsuki’s sweatpants and a pair of fuzzy socks stuffed into slippers, looking so comfortable and at home that Katsuki has the sudden urge to tackle him into the wall or squeeze his face and kiss him until he passes out. Normal urges when dealing with Deku, of course.

Instead, Katsuki throws one of his chopsticks at him, nailing Deku perfectly on the forehead.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says, ignoring Deku’s squawk.

— — —

Deku doesn't give himself nice things often enough for Katsuki's taste. So, he'll fix that, starting with one iconic Lego set in familiar reds, blues, and yellows at a time.

The happy place by @silverynight

Summary: Katsuki has a happy place... and his name is Izuku. It's also the apartment they live in together and the couch where they both end up on top of each other, sometimes fighting over the remote... Sometimes just taking a break from all the things they have to do for everyone else.

They're hero partners now and Katsuki somehow managed to convince his friend/rival that it was more convenient for them to live together.

His mother gave him a knowing and judging look when she heard the story from Izuku, the first time their parents payed them a visit; Inko was just happy for the two of them.

Katsuki knows his mother is right and this is ridiculous, that he's torturing himself, but if it's the only way he can have Izuku then he's willing to endure all the "suffering" that comes with it.

Tomorrow's Sound Bite by EnduringParadox

Summary: "There's no such thing as always, Deku. If Dynamight is still hearty and hale, then he's going. I think the public will get a kick out of seeing him hold his own against Hirano and Merry. Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting," Izuku said with a pout. "I just—Kacchan—"

"Dynamight is an adult and a pro-hero. He is more than capable of answering questions about himself for an hour. Get some rest. I want you in tip-top condition for your talk at the museum opening next week. Now, please give the phone back to Dynamight."

Izuku mumbled a goodbye and mouthed Sorry as he handed the phone to Kacchan.

Kacchan groaned. "Yeah, I'll do the interview, goddamn. But if they want me to talk for an hour, then they'll get me for an hour, got it?"

An hour of pure, unfiltered Kacchan.

Izuku was sure that they didn't know what they were getting into.

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Izuku and Kacchan always do their interviews together, but with Izuku home sick, Kacchan has to weather it alone. Izuku is worried, especially when a rude guest starts needling Kacchan about their relationship.

Bakugou's Mad Dash Airport Confession by Lovelylemonliar

Summary: “I guess you're finally getting everything you've ever wanted, huh Kacchan? I'll be gone far away and you'll be the number one hero. I'm really happy for you…”

But this was not everything Bakugou had ever wanted.

What he wanted was on his way to the airport… away from him and into who knows what kind of danger.

— — —

OR Bakudeku stars in everyone's favorite classic rom-com trope of the dramatic running through an airport to confess their love before the other's flight takes off.

On a Tuesday? by MugenUnshield

Summary: Just a regular ass Tuesday.

Life hadn't come to a grinding halt. Birds hadn't fallen from the sky, and he was pretty sure the Earth was still securely in orbit, yet…

He couldn't stop staring at the boy in front of him.

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a bunch of haikyuu headcanons i can't stop thinking about

i can't find the time to finish the manga so it lives in my head 24/7. *sigh* bear with my silly thoughts about these gay volleyball dorks

W: brief mentions of mental illnesses and eating disorders

Atsumu is dyslexic. (Bad at academics, gets the worst score in every test. Teachers usually understand so he doesn't fail his classes but he knows that volleyball's the only thing he's actually good at. So he tries his damn best all the time -to show that he's not so useless after all, he's good at one thing, at least. And yet, his brother is better than him at that thing too. I like the angst.)

Kiyoomi has OCD. (I'm actually just projecting myself but it's not my fault it fits him perfectly.) He was diagnosed when he was very little and has been going to therapy for as long as he can remember. I've seen a couple of articles about how in some Asian countries such illnesses have to be said in CV and resumes and people can face discrimination in employment because of them. Which made me wonder, could Kiyoomi have had a hard time getting into an official volleyball team? Could his long history with this incurable mental illness have gotten in the way of his career despite his talent? I think maybe his parents wanted him to get a college degree in case his volleyball career doesn't work out just because of this. And I think he was really scared too.)

Yamaguchi had an eating disorder in middle school and recovered throughout his high school years. (Tsukki might be stupid in many things but he's careful with this one. He reads about it online and tries to help. When Yamaguchi's parents are out for the night he invites him over to dinner to make sure he eats something. Yamaguchi says it's okay, he doesn't have to worry about it so much. Tsukki says shut up, he means I like spending time with you. He's getting there.)

Atsumu and Kiyoomi were married in the 2021 Olympics. Ushijima and Kageyama didn't know for like a week. (that's when they decided Kiyoomi would change the name on his Jersey lol)

After a whole year of travelling the world by himself, Nishinoya started feeling lonely —and scared, when he realised the world was bigger than he thought. If Asahi hadn't tagged along he would have given up and gone back home. But when he did, Nishinoya started enjoying travelling again. They stuck together since then,

Asahi proposed in Paris because they're silly and sappy and in love like that.

Suna and Komori are gossip besties. They talk shit about everyone in the V. Leauge. Osamu joins sometimes. Kiyoomi sells info.

Hinata is allergic to many things.

Atsumu claims he hates his brother but he takes all his teammates to eat dinner at Onigiri Miya three times a week.

Yamaguchi brings lunch to the museum for Tsukki. All the other staff there ADORE him. They're all surprised someone so nice like Yamaguchi is friends with Tsukishima Do Not Interrupt Me While I'm Lecturing About Tyrannosauruses Kei.

Kiyoomi is terrified of insects. (Atsumu wants to make fun of him for it but he's equally scared. Meian rolls his eyes and curses all his life choices as he mumbles "ok you can get off the table now, i threw the spider out" for the fifth time that week.)

Bokuto gives the best hugs. (He spins people around too, to Akaashi's horror. —"Please stop doing that in front of my coworkers, Bokuto-san, I have a reputation.")

Kuroo always interrupts Kenma's livestreams, unintentionally. It starts with a hand that slides a plate for him every five hours. Then there's a whisper yelling of "Eat your vegetables too, I made them with love, Kyanma, have some respect and eat your vegetables." which Kenma only responds with clearing his throat. There's distant chuckles coming from the background or Kenma yelling mid-game "Kuroo get off the net my connection's lagging!" Things like that. They don't say it to public but they don't try to hide that they live together either. (Kodzuken fans started a tag #thatguykodzuliveswith on twitter and they ship the two. Kuroo thinks it's hilarious.)

(This one's a bit sad) Iwaizumi and Oikawa were dating in high school. They were disgustingly in love, too. In their senior year, Oikawa applied for a bunch of teams but got rejected. Since he never made it to Nationals, his resume seemed dull and teams didn't want a rookie setter with no visible success. Among the teams that did accept him, the best one was Club Atletico San Juan, in Argentina. But as uncharacteristically as it may seem, Oikawa was hesitating. Over thinking about what would happen to their relationship, could they really make it work? Was it worth it? Iwaizumi saw right through him, of course he did, and he didn't want to hold him back from achieving his dreams. And like the dramatic idiot he is, he broke up with Oikawa. And did his best to break his heart, too. Oikawa boarded his plane and went to the other side of the world with nothing but anger in his heart for Iwaizumi. Iwa cried a lot, but he was sure that this was the best thing he could do for Oikawa, letting him go. (The next time they saw each other was in the Olympics. After the Japan vs. Argentina match Iwaizumi found him in the locker rooms. Oikawa punched him. They got back together. Or maybe they didn't. I don't know. I like breaking their hearts I like the angst.)

Kiyoomi pretends to hate kids but he gets along with them. (as long as they don't touch him so much they're pretty cool little humans) kids like him a lot. He's surprised too. (I'm projecting—)

Miyas' grandma loves Suna better than both of the twins.

Tendou dragged Ushijima to Disneyland and forced him to do all the stupid things there was with him. (He thought he was forcing him while Ushijima was actually enjoying the trip a lot.) (Also, the moment Tendou saw Ushi with Mickey ears and face paint was the moment he knew.)

Korai and Hirugami have been dating since their last year in high school, but they haven't told their families about it. Years later in Schweiden Adlers, Hirugami's older brother Fukuro is Korai's team captain. And Korai feels so guilty for secretly dating his brother that he can't even look at Fukuro in the eye. They hesitate whether they should tell him or not, and Korai is stressed tf out™ all the time thinking that soon captain's gonna find out and they'll kick him out of the team. And then, one day in a team dinner Fukuro turns to Korai and says, "This place's fish is great, you should take Sachiro on a date here someday, he'll love it." ...He's known the whole time.

Everyone is asexual because I am and I say so.

Atsumu and Kiyoomi are dog parents.

Kenma and Kuroo are cat parents.

Yamaguchi and Tsukki are bird parents.

Suga and Daichi are plant parents.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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New York City accomplishments and still much more everyday I wake up to more accomplishments

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I got Amazon workers their union contract

I got Starbucks workers their union contract

I got the minimum wage increased from $ 11 dollars an hour to $ 15 dollars to $ 17 dollars an hour

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Free college education in New York City

Free gym membership for people on Medicare

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Citi bikes for New Yorkers

Benefit monetary assistance increase for snap and cash assistance recipients

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I got meteors in front of the courtroom in New York City right in front of City Hall , 80 and 100 Centre street symbolizing I'm superman and I'm not a enemy of the people of New York I'm their friend and employers are there to help me if I just meet them halfway with some job skills they will employ me get me a job and for all that I say thank you for letting me work my way back into America's good people list thank you so much I mean I'm working and learning to give myself a job start my own business I'm learning how to do that but it is good to know that I got y'all white people the decent ones on my side not the ones that side with my enemies and haters but the ones that rock with me to be there to give me my life back with the meteors in front of the courtrooms thank you for the chance again in my life to work and not stay idle in dangerous neighborhoods and environments which I'm teaching my way out of but thank you so much and I honor that thank you so much I'm proud to be an American 🏈

Laws I'm proposing

Job Safety and secure act - 2022

Fair banking act - 2022

Retirement investment plan for employees IRA act - 2022

Ready , willing and able Expansive territory act - 2023

Riverside drive Expansion project act - 2023

The new ferry from New Jersey to New York City - 2023

School sports culture expansion Act Copperas Cove , Texas

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NYCHA ( New York City Housing projects ) plans and ideas for improvement

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President Joe Biden gave me a medal of honor for heroism and striving to help humanity

Lebron James to sports center " I like what we're building " 4 / 2 / 2023

And many other pitches and proposals rebuilding the workforce , wages and structure of New York city and cities like New York .

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Pay raise for school teachers in every city at junior high school , high school and elementary school level since they are stewards of our children's future .

Pay raise for civil service workers and Civil service exams made and updated daily to the public , school crossing guards , correction officers , supervisors , probation officers , construction site supervisors .

Pay raise for day care workers

Free day care services for temporarily unemployed mothers and fathers

Pay raise for city fire fighters and police officers .

Job contractors fulfilling contracts with back to work public assistance programs that train and employ job candidates without their high school diploma or GED and granting them full employment with full medical and medicare coverage union membership and back to school Acces Vocational rehabilitation counseling and restoration of financial aid assistance for non violent crimes like drug sellers and abusers to stop recidivism to prison and to cure an addiction to a habit of committing perpetual crimes thus creating repeat offenders .

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Tax abatement and financial incentives and business incentives and tax breaks .

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Educational requirements for jobs posted is less than a high school diploma but the job candidate has to be in a vocational program or GED preparation course half or full time hours .

Civil service jobs and exams posted weekly .

Sales professional salary plus commission on sales and stock options for mutual funds packages as bonuses with an wage increase to $ 19 dollars to $ 21 dollars an hour .

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artichow · 2 years

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hey it's me again :D first thank you for your reply to my Gingka and Nile friend/ship headcannons. I wanted to reply-reblog but when I about done tumblr glitched on me and I lost all that I've written ;w; (that's the second time it happened, makes me lose motivation every time)

But this time I would like to read your take on your ideas and headcannons for Sora. We all know the show done this boy more than just dirty. I personally headcannon he forms a group with Kakeru and Ryuto but I would love to read your takes :D

Thanks for your time ❤💓💗

yep yep yep! just a disclaimer that I didn't watch shogun steel and i don't plan on watching it, still haven't read the manga either. So I don't really know much about Kakeru at all except that he's Kyoya's little brother. I saw some screenshots of shogun steel and the one with Sora and Ryuto on it!!

I really like the idea of them being friends

But okay, so Sora, I really really want him to be a close friend of Kenta. They kept in touch and they go out of their way to meet for tournaments, even if it means travelling pretty far.

I'm thinking, as soon as right after the events of fusion or masters, goodies and knock-offs of Gingka's image start to be sold. Not approved by gingka btw, and kinda ugly lmao. And among the merch there's a replica of Gingka's scarf, and I'm thinking Sora would need every bit of self control he has in his fanboy body to not buy it :')

He has pretty busy parents but the fact that he's a child and has to go to school and all that (yes I insist on at least some of those kids to have a normal life pls) he can't travel as much as he would want to. I'm thinking he could quit school at 15 and go on his travels then, for that he studied very hard to learn english and every skill he would need in his adventures. It was a requirement from his parents, and I think it helped him a lot. He was not really fit to learn in school, it was very hard for him to conform to school's way of teaching, but having this goal to travel and get better at beyblade motivated him a lot. It also showed him that it's not learning that he didn't like, it was the way he was taught.

So he learned english while watching foreign beyblade matches over and over again, analysing the fights the best he could on video and meanwhile practicing beyblade too.

He plays soccer and also some volleyball!! And that's another thing beside beyblade that helps him bond with the locals in a lot of places

Sora meets Ryuto during his travels, he gets involved in an adventure with him. And I think it’d be funny if he was acting super weird around him for the first day they are around each other (they haven’t even introduced themselves cause they’re so focused and excited about a treasure or a cool hidden beyblade place). And then he just blurts out “ARE YOU RYUGA??” and Ryuto’s really confused. “You mean that guy who tried to control the world with a beyblade tournament 4 years ago?”.

I think Ryuto wouldn’t often have access to a TV and he would have heard the stories about battle bladers so he doesn’t know what Ryuga looks like and he just doesn’t know the guy! Also Sora being the only member of the cast to point out the obvious resemblance?? Much needed, anyway, they become very close and decide to travel together from now on. Sora notices the parallel between them and Gingka and tries his hardest to keep it to himself because he knows it would annoy Ryuto a lot. His fanboy heart is pounding at the idea of being “basically like Gingka”

Sora loves dinosaurs, Ryuto does too and they share a lot of cool facts about them and in their travels they like to stop by cool museums (yes, Sora willingly in a museum)

Ryuto also loves insects and Sora is very squeamish about them

What I like about Sora and the very few moments we saw him, is how seeing and sharing time wih Kenta helped him grow. At first he only wants to do everything like Gingka without accepting his unique traits and identity. Kenta shows him (and us) how much knowing Gingka helped him become a better blader and be more confident in who he is, while still having his individuality. And I think that’s why I imagine Sora transformed after that, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have setbacks sometimes, but he matured a lot in my mind.

Ryuto likes to wear cool jewellry and Sora is his hype man

Sometimes they enter tournaments together, often times battling each other in the final, sometimes only one joins and the other cheers him on very loudly. Either way, at the end of the day they go buy themselves a treat and explore the city. Sora always has a lot of energy and has the best time travelling, Ryuto needs more rest I think and is a little less extraverted and comfortable in big cities but they both love this lifestyle. I imagine them living like this for many years

Ryuto’s kindof hard to approach at first, the adventure he was headed for the day he met Sora required someone else for the trip and it’s by chance that he met Sora. Maybe he was about to get in trouble with other bladers and Ryuto helps him out of it, but notices Sora’s skills. They go on this exciting adventure together and talk a lot about beyblade but Ryuto doesn’t really want to make a friend so he keeps the conversation very on the surface. But Sora’s not really happy with this attitude, it’s not that obvious but he notices it and finds it a bit rude. So they fight a little (even when they’re friends I like to think they have no problem fighting and telling point blank what’s bothering them) and Ryuto’s like “FINE” and begins opening up lmao. I know it’s weird but I think it’s funny. They don’t really become friends overnight, but Sora’s determined to get to know Ryuto better and they talk a lot so by the end of the adventure they don’t want to leave each other

Soon they get a reputation as talented bladers and maybe Kenta would talk to Sora about Kakeru who is rougly the same age as them, and they meet the next time they’re in Japan. Once again I don’t know much about Kakeru sorry I can’t think of ideas for him

but yeah, my hcs for these two!! I had to come up with a lot of stuff cause I never really think about them. But it was really cool to do!!! I love these “oh so very underdevelopped” boys. The writers’ rejects

Also thanks to everyone who sent me asks of characters to make hc about, I’ll definitely do them, they just take a long time to write. Also I’m sure I’m making spelling or grammar mistakes, english’s not my 1st language and I’m writing these without a draft and as they come to me so sorry :’) But if you spot mistakes and want to help me correct them you can tell me in my dms, I’d appreciate it :D

edit: you know what, he did buy the scarf, why not. He’s like 15 he’s not made of stone! He doesn’t wear it but keeps it and is attached to it!! yeah!!! I need to let these characters be weird and maybe a little cringe it’s important

#thanks for the ask!!#very very long post #the boys :)#I like what I wrote here #maybe it's ooc?? i never know #it has been a while since the sora episodes and the ryuto one too #i'm not sure i remember his personality correctly #but if i'm wrong Hey teenagers change and people change soo #okay now i sleep thanks for reading #mfb #headcanons #sora akatsuki #ryuto #ryuto beyblade #beyblade #metal fight beyblade

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Me and James are on our way home from the museum in a wild fucking storm. Like I love a good rain but this is the second storm this week that has me terrified. We had to go super slow on the highway but it will be okay.

And today was a good day! I slept well and was happy for the ac because when I got out of our room this morning it was so hot. The air doesn't move great in the apartment. But I got washed up and put on my pretty dress and we headed to the market.

It was not my best day. I only made one sale but there were a lot of nice people. And the sale I did make was of a fluffy large bear to a little girl. I even had extra baby clothes with me so she got to pick them an outfit. So that was sweet and made me feel nice.

I was going to catch up on my knitting again but I couldn't find my pick tool? I was a little annoyed but I also brought some sewing to work on and was able to finish 5 bears. And I talked to Bob and he took my awe to sharpen for me. James says he liked being able to show people that and that it was very cool to demo.

I mostly just enjoyed people watching. O'Malley came with their partner and I got two hugs! I love a hug. And it was a hot day but still beautiful out. I didn't even really notice the heat until I went inside to talk to James and was blasted by the ac.

Ann left so I was in charge for a little bit. But same as always, when Ann leaves early everyone else starts packing up at 1245. Which makes me laugh. Like I get why she wants everyone to stay til the end. But she also makes people who sell out stay and I don't know. Just feels unnecessary but it's not my decision.

I packed up and was able to get almost everything in the trunk. So that was cool. I went inside to say hi and goodbye to James. And waited until everyone else was out from the pavilion and headed home.

I was tired. And hungry. I got back here and had the rest of our leftover pizza and a piece of the good cheesecake James made. And then I slept.

It was such a good nap. And when I woke up James was here!! I gave James a hug and went to get redressed for the museum.

It was a good drive out. James drove us so they could take the car to their parents to do laundry. And when we got to the musuem the wedding planner was like you can't go inside! And me and James were like I am working tonight! And they were like. Oh! Made me laugh.

The wedding was fine. I didn't have a lot of people come in but the ones who did were nice. James had stopped to get me a donut and that was a good snack. I was able to talk to some really nice kids at the wedding and show them how to print and that was fun for me.

I cleaned up the print stuff and we got to have some fancy leftover cheeses and spreads. It was fun to try things.

A storm started rolling in. And James apparently got in the car just as it started raining on that side of town.

The lights flickered in the musuem and I was like. Again?? Another scary storm? And it would be.

James would get me and almost as soon as we pulled out of the museum the way opened up. The sky was green like before a tornado and we couldn't see anything. It was terrifying. My heart was racing really bad. The lighting was really big and was hitting things. We were going so slow and with our blinkers on. But we would make it home without an accident.

And of course the storm slowed down and eventually stopped once we got home. Man the stress I feel around storms is wild, I don't remember ever feeling this scared before? Or are the storms just worse now?

I am happy to be home. I have tomorrow off!! And things I want to do. Specifically going to the craft store. And pick new clothes for camp. And just rest.

I hope your day is restful too. And illness free. Poor Jess and her family all have covid but it seems to be hitting her the worst. I hope she gets better very very fast. Send her food thought through the universe. I love you all. Goodnight.

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steadfastmockingbird · 2 months

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Found elsewhere and... Yeah. Not sure I 100% agree with all of it but the sentiment is sound.

There appears to not be any "less stressful" way of doing anything anymore.

Hate driving in traffic? Take public transit. Three trains have been replaced by shuttle busses. Standing room only. One of the busses caught fire so now two busses have to fit on one bus. And you're waiting in traffic anyway. Don't want to deal with unreliable public transit? Buy a car for thousands of dollars. Pay hundreds in insurance and maintenance. Stop at a gas station once a week to feed it. Then good luck finding a place to park, loser. Who has a car in the city?

City life is too stressful. Move to the country. Figure out how to be self reliant and do everything the hard way. Everything and everyone is a two hour drive. Buy enough groceries to last two weeks at a time. Freeze everything. Cook all your own meals. If you want fresh produce, grow your own. Want something between the country and the city? Welcome to the suburbs. It's just as expensive as the city but instead of museums and theaters, there are lawns. Get all your packages stolen off your porch. Set up security cameras and watch people steal your packages without being able to do anything about it. Your neighbor's security cameras face your house too and you don't know why. Maintain your lawn or the HOA will fine you. Bring your empty garbage cans in from the street before dark or the HOA will fine you. Pick up your dog's poop in a plastic bag. Even in the woods where thousands of wild animals are also shitting. Shovel out all the snow in your driveway and the sidewalk that crosses your property. Keep kids off your property because they could get hurt and their parents will sue you. But don't TELL kids to get off your property because you'll end up on the Internet as "Front Lawn Karen."

Don't want to cook? Order food. Restaurants don't have delivery drivers anymore, download an app and link it to your bank account. Remember you will also be paying service fees and taxes on your food. Tip ahead of time or the driver won't even bother. Yes tips are different than service fees. They are also picking up multiple orders at multiple locations for multiple deliveries so if you want to get your food hot maybe tip 40% instead of 20% to get them to care. They are messaging you now. They can't find your building. Your instructions are unclear. They send you a photo of where they left a bag of food on the sidewalk. You have to walk out of your house to pick it up. It's the wrong order, you now have someone else's food. You call the driver to let them know. They tell you they don't speak English and hang up on you. So fuck it, no more deliveries. You will order your food and then go pick it up yourself. You get to the restaurant. They ask for your confirmation code and you give it to them. They look confused because someone else already took your food. They forgot to ask for that person's confirmation code. You ask them to please remake the food. They look at you like you're running some kind of scam. You cannot react to any of this or you will end up on the Internet as "Postmates Karen."

Like, all of that just to live, work, and eat. That doesn't even include additional things that people might want to accomplish that are MEANT to be hard.

#modern life sucks #rant rant rant

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moreventsthanamongus · 2 months

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big time vent

The first memory I have of my body is when I was 8. In year 4 we were learning about the different states, solid liquid gas. Miss Nolan handed around a bag of cholate buttons and asked us all to take one, hold it in your hand or place it on your tongue, and see what happens she said. I’ll hold mind in my hand I thought, then my classmates will know I’m not fat because I’m greedy, I just happen to look that way. No one else held theirs, I walk to the bathroom alone to wash my hands.

When I’m 10 I walk to school alone. I’ve only just started to be interested in boys, and I’m even more aware of how I look. I know I'm bigger than the other kids my age. A group of men in a car stop for me at the zebra crossing. They tell me I'll grow into my body soon. They tell me to give them a call. I'm only 10 I think, can't they see my school uniform? I'll never know their names.

When I'm 13 I have a friend named Luce. She's pretty and skinny. She's a vegetarian, so I become one, maybe I can be skinny too. She's anorexic, so I imitate it, maybe I can be skinny too. I starve myself when people can see, and I go home and eat. I develop binge eating disorder. My weight doesn't change. I'll never forget her name.

When I'm 14, we spend out time at sleepovers on Omegle. It's what everyone did. You laugh when old men flash you and ask how old you are. Something doesn't feel right, but everyone's doing it. I'll never know their names.

When I'm 15, I use Tagged. Everyone around me is in a relationship, and I think my chances are better online. I speak to all sorts of men from different ages. I'm not being groomed I think. I know what grooming is. These men are just kind to me when they talk about my body. A 21 year old man named Nick plans for me to visit him. I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 16, I loose my virginity to Jake. It wasn't special, or mind blowing. But I loved him, and it was intimate. I still remember small details, how we went to London and the science museum, my red lipstick, his blue camo coat, how we raced my parents home so we would have a free house. I consented, and he checked. I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 16, I start college. I meet Quaid. He tells me I'm pretty. He convinces me to send him photos of myself, I think he likes me. He shares the photos with his friends. I don't know the names of the men who have seen my breasts now. I cry because I'm a slut, I've only had sex with one man. I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 16, I date Julien. I think he loves me. He rapes me. It's not rape I tell myself, he thinks my no's are playing. Like when he tickles me. He leaves me and gets with another woman, and starts telling everyone about my saggy tits. I don't bother explaining gravity. I go to the youth centre in town, and the man tells me that it's hard to prove rape if he was my boyfriend. I steal ibuprofen from my nan, and swallow them. I get scared and call 999 for myself, dying is scary. I survive. I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 17, me and Ryan break up. I still have to stay at his house, as we made plans. He's drunk and he starts to touch me. I don't want him to, so I say no. I sleep on the floor that night. I know how to say no, and he respected it. He ends up cheating on me and getting chlamydia, I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 18, I start university. I haven't experience night life before this, except drinking in a field with friends. One night my friends go home early, they leave me with someone, I can't remember who. Another man wants to take me home, no-one checks what I want. I remember trying to stop him. I remember waking up and he was gone. I remember the comments from my flatmates about the good night I just had. I don't know if anything happened, what proof do I have if I don't even know what he looks like. I'll never know his name.

When I'm 18, My binge eating disorder gets worse. I plan it days ahead. I still do not know that I have an eating disorder. One cheat day won't hurt I tell myself.

When I'm 26, My boyfriend of 3 years sexually assaults me. I don't know that yet. I wake up from a nap with Liam. One of his hands were down my pants, and the other down his. He notices I wake up and he stops. Maybe he thought I was awake, I tell myself. He breaks up with me 6 months later, that was the last time he touched me. Maybe if I stayed asleep he would still love me I tell myself. Maybe if I let him he would still love me. It's not assault if he's my boyfriend right. It's not rape if he didn't use his penis. I bring it up the last time we speak, he doesn't remember it happening. Maybe I'm just making it up. I'll never forget his name.

When I'm 26, I am the most suicidal I've ever felt. I plan my suicide using tools from amazon. I stop working, I binge nearly every day. My boss buys me 6 hours of therapy. I start to realise that I was sexually assaulted. I was asleep, I could not consent. I did not consent. I realise that I have an eating disorder, and that every time I do it, I've been self harming. I continue therapy from my own wallet, until the desire to kill myself subsides.

My name is Ally and I'm 26 years old, and I start to wonder when I lost ownership of my own body. Was it when I was 8 and decided that my peers opinion of my body mattered more than mine? Was it when I was first catcalled or flashed. Was it when images of me were shared without my consent, or when sexual acts were taken from me without consent. Did I get ownership back when I said no, and proved I could say no, only to loose it again to the next man to take it?

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purplesurveys · 7 months

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Do you like getting flowers as a gift? They're not the most practical/long-lasting of a gift, but that's not to say I dislike flowers as a gift. I definitely feel giddy receiving them, no matter the sender or no matter the flowers.

Who is one person you never get tired of? That's impossible to answer because I need a break from everybody at some point lol. I went overseas with Angela and by the fifth day –when we flew back to Manila – we were all already pretty quiet around each other and it was obvious we all just wanted to get back to our own homes.

How different would your life be if “that one thing” didn’t happen? Probably still stuck in a cycle of toxicity; I never would've discovered BTS; and I'd likely continue to be suffocatingly dependent.

What is “that one thing”? My breakup from three years ago. It was its third anniversary last Friday btw! I'll never forget the date because it coincides with Angela's birthday, but regardless I like to 'celebrate' it because it's essentially remembering my independence and it's the first day that led me to where I am now.

What’s the most desperate thing you did? Since we're on the topic, I did a lot of pathetic desperate-y things post-breakup but I think the most ridiculous one had to be the time I asked her to meet up with me a month after to talk things out. There was nothing to talk about, and I think there had been a part of me that wanted to pitch it just because I thought there was a chance I could still get her back.

Anyway, that meeting was a complete waste of time and I squirm every time I think of it now. Bless her heart for even agreeing to do it.

Where was the last place you took a train to? Ooh I can't remember the station's name anymore but we had been in Bangkok and we needed to take the train to get to the ARMY that Angela traded D-Day tickets with. We also needed to get the tickets to her ASAP as fuck because the tickets Angela had on hand were for the show THAT very day, and the ARMY was already preparing to get inside the shuttle that would take her to the arena.

Her hotel was still quite a long walk away from the nearest station, so I remember Angela and I blazing through the streets of Bangkok, pushing our legs the quickest they could, all under the hot sun and HUMID humid air. It was an unpleasant experience combined with the pressure of racing against time lol but at the end we got to get to the ARMY and today it's a story we laugh over now.

What are your living arrangements currently? Are you happy with them? I live with my family and two dogs. I am quite satisfied with it, yes; our culture is different in that children are put in no rush to move out, and it certainly helps me out as the average salary here is barely sustainable, especially if you're alone.

Have you met your soulmate? I thought I did, but after that didn't work out I stopped believing in the concept.

If your best friend wanted to cheat on their partner, you would say what? I'd demand answers and I wouldn't go easy on her either. I care for Hans as much as I do her, and I imagine such a revelation would really rock our friendship.

Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Hans and Andi are great with tough love, which is how I prefer to take advice. They'd be the first to tell me if I'm being stagnant, if I'm headed towards a wrong decision, if I'm investing my thoughts over the wrong priorities, etc.

At what age did you start to feel like a teen and not a kid anymore? I was 10 – I had gotten my first period and when you're in that puberty phase, a period is one of the first things girls go through that'd make you feel like a grownup.

What is your parents’ idea of grounding you? Taking away my laptop - basically cutting my access to wifi. I was unhealthily obsessed with the internet at the time and was never away from my laptop, so looking back now it was really the only way they can ground me if they needed to, because it was all I used.

Do you think art museums are pointless? No. For many people, including myself, looking at art can be a big way to remove stress and look for inspiration. You don't even need to understand art or be an art collector, which I feel is one of the main misconceptions that drive others away from museums. At least from my own experiences, I step into museums not usually caring for the big-brain explanations behind each artwork – I just stare at them for minutes at a time simply because I find everything pretty and calming.

Do you care about looks when you’re looking for a romantic partner? It does matter to an extent, yes. I can't imagine having to kiss someone I'm honestly not attracted to.

How many times have you moved? Three times with my family.

Is Christmas stressful? Only the gift-buying is really only the stressful part of it – when I'm trying to identify a budget for gifts, then identifying ALL the people I wanna give gifts to, then thinking of unique gifts for each of them, then having to strategize where I'll get each gift (do I actually go to the mall? If so, which one? If online shopping, do I look for an item on Shopee? Lazada? Zalora?), then finally, making sure each gift is wrapped and has its own short greeting note.

Your best friend has a good or bad taste in music? I don't care for music tastes tbh and I never really think in good vs bad terms when it comes to people's preferences.

What would your friends be surprised to see in your music library? Maybe Ariana Grande? Never really vocal about my pop tendencies so that might come as a surprise to some.

Do you like to talk about the future when in a serious relationship? Well, yes. You have to make sure you and your partner are on the same boat at some point.

Do you like public displays of affection? It's whatever. I can easily look away if I find it cringey.

Do you believe in moving in together before engagement or marriage? I don't believe in it per se, but I also wouldn't judge either way. Some couples just prefer to live separately until marriage and that's fine too.

Do you watch mukbangs? I'll watch the ASMR mukbang kind occasionally.

Do you have a lot of friends? Do you have a partner? Have you ever had one? Depends on what you count as many, but I think I have a healthy amount of friends. I don't have a partner but have had one before.

Do you currently have any hickeys? From who? Nope.

Who was the last person to come to your house? My sister's best friend.

Have you ever had sex with the same gender? Yes.

If you’ve experienced both, is sex better with men or women? I've only slept with a woman.

Have you ever been the other woman? No.

Would you ever want to be with a virgin? If no, why not? That kind of stuff doesn't matter to me too much, tbh. I'm way more conscious/sensitive about age; I wouldn't want to date someone that I find too young or old.

Do you constantly find yourself internet stalking your ex? I only did that, like, the first week post-breakup. Never did it again the moment I realize how pathetic it was, and these days the only times I hear about her are from my friends who'd occasionally see her out and about and think they have to update me. I always tell them they don't have to though lol, I stopped caring a very, very long time ago.

Are you friends with any of your exes? No.

Do you have an addiction? To what? Coffee and BTS.

Blunts, bowls or bongs? I don't fuck around with any of those.

When you have a fight with your partner what do you do? I used to be the type to want to talk it out immediately, and I remember not understanding why my partner would ask for space. Like I'd give it to her, but it also left me struggling to understand why it was ever needed in the first place.

Thinking of it now, I do feel like my impatience for communication might have something to do with my upbringing. My mom is extremely passive-aggressive, and she has never expressed her feelings whenever she'd find herself upset with any of her kids. We'd just know – and it's usually because she'd give us the cold shoulder, slam doors, etc. As a result, I never wanted to nurture that kind of environment with any of my relationships so that's why I always tried to ask my partner if we can talk now. I didn't get why she had to sleep it off or ask to be alone or whatever.

Who does the grocery shopping in your house? My parents do, but my sister and I contribute to the bill. Well, what we do is give them our respective contributions and it's up to my parents to allocate the money to whatever bill they think is urgent.

Are your parents still together? They've been together since 1993.

Have any siblings you know of but don’t actually know personally? No.

Greatest fear? Cockroaches and my parents getting sick.

Something most people fear that you do not fear at all? Heights.

Don’t you hate getting nice & comfy & then having to pee? Sure. Or any reason to have to get up, like realizing my phone's battery is low and having to plug it in.

Ever faked being pregnant? I've never had a reason to do so, so no.

Ever had a major surgery performed on you? Nope.

Which of the seven deadly sins are you guilty of? Greed and pride. To an extent, gluttony.

Do you believe in divorce? Yes.

Is intelligence a turn on for you? It is. Why do you think Namjoon is my BTS bias? Hahahaha.

Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? My parents.

Do you treat others better or worse than yourself and why? Better. It's the disease of a perpetual people pleaser.

When you sleep next to someone who usually falls asleep first? 100% the other person. I get very conscious falling asleep next to someone; I struggled even with my ex. I'd fall asleep hours after she does, and I'd wake up much earlier, too.

Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for their child to outlive them? Continued from whenever. Sunday I think. I've seen parents having to say goodbye to their own kids and it's always a heartbreaking thing to witness. My grand-aunt has lost three siblings in a span of two years, then had to deal with his son (my uncle)'s death not long after; I routinely check up on her because of everything that's happened, even though I didn't even really grow up with her.

What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Order food for myself and not ask people around me if they want anything (largely because I am likely expected to pay for everything if I do raise the conversation). Idk I guess this is a normal thing everywhere else but with Filipino culture being super community-based I can accept if people think of me as selfish because of this.

What kinds of people do you find intimidating? People my age who are entrepreneurs.

Who is the most overbearing person you know? One of our clients is batshit insane. Fortunately I don't handle her but I've heard enough horror stories from the team that does. Apparently she has publicly yelled at and humiliated my teammates on way more than one occasion. People routinely resign from our company because of that client – I'm pretty sure she's made people from her own workplace leave as well.

How old was the first person you kissed? We were both 16 at the time if I remember correctly.

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? Probably not.

Have you ever slept nude? Sure.

How many stories tall is your dream house? 2 or 3 would be fine.

Do you consider yourself to be promiscuous? Nope.

Do you have any obscure pets? I don't.

Do you consider yourself politically correct? I try to be for the most part but I never really have the full scope of the right terminology for All The Things these days.

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jam1ru · 1 year

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"HERE, AGAIN"

~ Setting: At the museum

Liyah: Why are we here again?

Said the girl on the left.

Layla: Liyah. Are you being serious right now?

Replied the girl on the right.

Liyah: Yes. Why would I ask you otherwise?

Layla: "You and that attitude again... Of course, we're visitting the place where we first met!"

Liyah: "Oh, that's right! I mistakenly thought that you were a lost child who is looking for her parent. I approached you and offered a hand. God, I can't even describe how funny your reaction was after asking you if you're lost. Aah, the good old times.. anyways, back to my question - why are we here?"

Layla: At this point, I couldn't even tell why and how you became my friend. Anyways, we're here because it has been years since we went here. I want to see how much this place changed. After all, you know that I'm very-

Liyah: Attached to this place because this is where you and I met?

Layla: .... Well, you weren't wrong per say, but the real reason was way back before we met. This is where I celebrated my 10th birthday - my last birthday with my father."

Liyah: Did i ask?

Layla: You really don't know how to control your mouth don't you?

Liyah: Come on, I was just kidding!

Layla rolled her eyes. Liyah rolled her eyes back. After a few moments of silence, the two broke out a laugh.

Laylah: Seriously, why are we even friends?

Laylah said, while laughing her guts out.

Liyah: You tell me!

Liyah replied with a smile.

The two went to continue their chat whilst strolling around the museum. Time passed by so quickly - and the two were the only ones left in the museum. While the two were busy chatting, they have come across a glass case showcasing preserved leaves from the early years of life. This particular spot caught Layla's eye.

Layla: Liyah, look! Do you recognize this spot?

Liyah: Ah, that! That is where I found a certain someone who was looking lost and has no idea about what to do! Ah, I wonder how that little fella is doing...

Layla: Haha, very funny.

Layla mockingly laughed.

Liyah: But seriously though, those were good times. Life was rough but when I met you, it was like my dark, shattered world are slowly gathering. All of our fun chaotic moments together, I miss those. Those small fragments gave me the courage to continue this tough road. And I thank you for that, Layla.

Layla felt touched with Liyah's kind words. She couldn't help but feel loved and appreciated by her close friend.

Layla: Liyah.... I should be the one-

Liyah: Thank you Layla. For everything, really. But now, I think it's time for you to go home.

Layla: Liyah-

Before Layla could continue, the lady guard went to the girl.

Guard: Uhm, miss. I am very sorry for interrupting your visit but it is almost our closing time. May I ask you to please exit the museum?

Layla looked at the guard.

Layla: Ah yes, I'm sorry. It seems like we had lost track of time. We will be going no-

Guard: .. "we?", miss you are the only guest left inside. Are you perhaps referring to someone else who is not present here?

Layla's bright face switched. She then looked at her left side when suddenly Liyah was gone. She just... vanished. Oh, that's right. Liyah died. She took her own life. Layla was alone this whole time.

Layla: So that's why.... Liyah...

Guard: Um, miss?

Layla: Ah yes, I'm sorry I mispoke. I will be leaving now.

A year has passed since Liyah's death. Layla is dtill grieving for her dear friend's passing. As she is walking home, rain suddenly covered the dry ground. It poured even harder. Layla didn't bring an umbrella, but perhaps the rain could help her cover up her face filled with grief and sadness. Layla then took a stop, and looked at the sky.

Layla: It has been a year, Liyah. Thanks for joining me. I miss you. I hope we get to be in this museum, here again with each other's side.

And thus, continues to walk under the dark rain.

THE END.

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